[b]Shipyard Med-Bay[/b]
"I must warn you that this is patchwork at best." Doctor Raphael Vitella, the last human from Tigris, said to one of the engineers assigned to work on retrofitting the colony ship as he finished up on the radiation burn on the patient's hand. "Can I get back to work? Yes or no?" The engineer asked Raphael. "Yes, but you won't be able to use heavy machinery. The nerves in that hand are too severely damaged." Raph answered. "My supervisor won't like that." The engineer said to Doctor Vitella. "He can complain until the heat death of the universe. The nerve damage you have suffered will be permanent without surgery and there are no specialists available to perform it. Now, unless you have any other injuries, leave so that I can tend to other patients." Raphael Vitella said to his patient, the engineer walking out of the Med-Bay. "Long night?" Doctor Ferdinand asked Vitella as he approached with a mug full of coffee in each hand. "Everyone is on edge. We're facing supply shortages. Workers pushin' their equipment to the limit to get the colony ship retrofitted for long distance travel, and rumors of Metacer in the bowels of the shipyard is spookin' the refugees." Raphael Vitella said to Doctor Ferdinand as he took the mug of the other doctor's left hand and gulped it down. "Supply shortage is correct. With Eden Prime and its colonies overrun, shipments of necessities have stopped completely. I went through several crates just to find coffee. I need the caffeine to get through long shifts like these." Doctor Ferdinand said to Vitella as he took a sip. "Well, this cup should be enough to get me through the rest of the shift. Idle hands are the Devil's playthings." Doctor Raphael Vitella said to Doctor Ferdinand as he handed him the cup and got back to work. "Doctor. This security officer is wounded bad. He was jumped by several men outside the bar." One of the nurses said to Doctor Raphael Vitella as a patient was brought into the Med-Bay. "You'd think a time of crisis would cause people to put aside their differences, but it seems that some people will use it as an excuse to be violent against others. Get him on the table and bring me some painkillers! We need to seal these wounds fast!" Doctor Vitella said, the nurse who had brought the patient in scrambling to get the required medications while another put the patient on the table. "I told them to put down their weapons and put their hands on their heads and they didn't listen. it was like the lights were on in their head but nobody's home. Then they ran towards me with knifes like they came right out of a horror movie. I was able to fight them off, but they shrugged off wounds that would cause other humans to collapse in pain or back off. They must've gotten high on some real heavy-duty shit." The wounded security officer said to Raphael as the doctor was handed the vial of painkillers. "Royal Jelly. Prior to the fall, some of the more enterprisin' gangs were able to get their hands on entire jars of the stuff and began sellin' it on the Black Market. I wouldn't be surprised if the survivin' members established new operations after arrivin' on the shipyard. I will inform the Chief Of Security, but you will have to provide the exact details once you are no longer on painkillers. Nothin' good can come from drug dealers turnin' desperate refugees into Jelly Heads." Doctor Vitella said to the security officer as he injected him with the contents of the vial, immediately following it up by sealing up the wounds. 

Once he had patched up the injured security guard, he headed to the nearest terminal. "One of your officers was attacked by several men high on Royal Jelly. I had to give him painkillers before sealin' up his wounds. His condition is currently stable, but I do advise holdin' off on questions until the painkillers wear off. Thank you." Doctor Ralph Vitella said to the Chief Of Security through the terminal before turning his attention to other patients.

[b]Two hours later[/b]
Doctor Ralph Vitella got changed and headed back to his quarters. They weren't far, as he might be called back to his temporary workplace to perform surgery. He entered through the door and closed it behind him before heading to his desk. His quarters were larger than average, but they were mostly bare, as he didn't bring much with him. He looked at the mirror and saw his reflection be replaced by fire as he heard shouts and machinegun fire. He headed to his desk and opened a drawer, pulling out a bottle of Whiskey and opening it before pouring himself a glass and taking a swig.