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	Mason woken earlier that morning. Life on a space cruiser has far different than what was experienced during the summations. He wasn’t uncomfortable, but the near weightlessness and the feeling of the artificial gravity upon his bones was anything like on Earth. Even now, while he slowly got accustomed to the feeling, he would wake occasionally to a sensation of falling. 

	Sighing, he got up from his bed and sat down on her personal terminal. His computer was linked directly to the med-bay and other various records from the crew. He spent a good portion of his time familiarizing himself with the crew’s medical history. Since he was up now, he might as well continue to look over them for a bit before breakfast. He started reading the charts involving the nonnatives. It might have been a bad idea since that would have slowed his progress since he’d essentially have to learn the anatomy of another species all together in order to understand what he was reading. That didn’t bug him though, he found it fascinating. Besides, a lot of their physiology matched similarly enough to other species on Earth that he could fill in the blanks. 

	He reviewed all the medical records before they took off just to get an idea for any preexisting ideas and allergies. He had to make sure that their inventory was properly supplied for the endeavor. There were some things that jumped at him, but nothing he didn’t think he couldn’t handle. While he hadn’t met any of them much before the launch of the Prize, the team seemed well equipped to deal with the new discoveries they hoped to make past the wormhole.

	His train of thought was interrupted when his communicator beeped. Only a few hours passed and already, the captain was calling them into the situation room. Mason guessed that something must have happened. They were fast approaching the wormhole, so perhaps they were going to prepare for the passage. He hung out, leaning against the wall near the door, looking down at his tablet. He thought that this would just be a prep talk for what was to come. However, when Captain Carabello started talking about a rescue mission, he put the tablet down and paid more attention.

	Mason listened as the technical personnel spoke about the Captain’s plan, adding information, and providing suggestions. Mason didn’t have enough technical, nor tactical experience to comment. The plan seemed risky either way. Freight ships usually didn’t have enough fire power for an all-out attack, let alone to help cover the Prize. Captain seemed confident that it would be enough, and Mason shrugged slightly. Perhaps his combat team there could make the best use of what they’d have available.

	Once the back and forth was done, Mason took a quick step forward, “While something like this isn’t really my expertise, I can use the emergency medical kit aboard the shuttle and provide medical support in case any of the hostages were injured. There’s a good chance someone got hurt. I highly doubt the pirates took their wellbeing in mind outside of keeping them alive for their trade.”