The medics floated over with two of the hover-stretchers. The young brown one took Light gently out of Senjen’s grasp and secured him to a stretcher while calling for a healing vat. The vehicle they’d arrived in was an all-rounder designed to give first aid to every known species as well as mechanoids. But in order to save Light’s life, they’d need a specialised QV ambulance. It contained a large mass of gel that had miraculous healing capabilities and not much else. It couldn’t even move by itself. Thankfully one was nearby, so they just needed to keep him alive for a few minutes. The young medic plugged three nodes into the pliant gel and connected them to a medical sac which another small droid had dropped off.

The senior medic deftly examined Senjen wearing a pair of thick AR goggles, spraying conductive foam in a few spots throughout his midsection. After a short time, security personnel sidled over to ask some questions. They were polite but insistent. Firstly, were they both alright? Secondly, would Senjen be alright to surrender his firearms temporarily? Then they began asking about where they’d been, who they interacted with and who that man was who fled the scene. Many units of the security forces had to buy and maintain their own equipment, so no two individuals looked the same in uniform. The only unifying feature was the symbol of Korit’s civilian administration which adorned their headpieces and breastplates.

Eventually, the medic shooed them back a little and took Senjen to the ambulance, where they plugged him into the vehicle’s power plant to keep him stable and connected him up to further diagnostic tools. The grey-feathered Tekeri gently asked whether they might have both of their credit chips on file. The security forces also wanted to see their identification and ship's log.