[b][h2]Reenneesuash (Ren to humans) daughter of veanamdarr[/h2][/b]

Ren was taking 5 minutes due to the heat resting her head against the cold metal of a column that formed part of a bulk head, plain metal painted with various markings and detailed icons she did not recognise fully and barely looked up as chaos unfolded around the Kieller woman with her armour loose on the straps. The heat was ridiculous and Ren was entirely a problem, every action was harder, more tiring even keeping her metallic eyes open. 

She had even nodded off for a few minutes and Ren treated slowly , taking a cat nap against the wall, it was… when was the last time she slept properly? Umm? Too long she did not remember honestly. Ren's mind wandered to seeing wounded streaming through her former home station, hundreds of them from walking wounded to those barely alive and probably too far gone to save. That had been before the fall, before they abandoned it to the planet's gravity.

“Whaaaaa” she said as the alarmed people moved from a constant steady pace to a whole different mood. Everything had changed the moment her mind came alive and warnings came straight to her gut feelings. Alarms flagged and she blurted awake again looking round to see the steady flow of supplies no longer the calm organised process. 

“bugs on the station, what the fuck, how. Did they miss this!” Came among other swearing, insults and language colourful as an technicolour fever dream. The whole area was rushing to clear the last of the stuff so they could get aboard themselves at a rapid pace, pure chaos but with a purpose. 

“Right, ya assholes get a fuck…ing grip, cram ya gobs and get ya brains out ya cases.” The supervisor got attention by hammering a wrench into the wall for emphasis several times. “Move that crap, get the stuff on, Corpo lady, your in charge of science crates, Feyilia your running cargo, Dragyui, get the big men, your security.” He shouted as he banged the deck again to get everyone moving. He merely stood at the centre of chaos, transforming it into order with a practiced hand of dealing with utter morons that being a labour worker foreman gave you. 

Ren just followed the instructions, he seemed to have a plan and it was better than chaos as she saw what was left to load and kicked one away but it hurt her foot and she swore creatively in her native tongue so much that some other kieller gave her a head turn. “Fine, those stay, that leave, all to the air lock. We sort the rest out later. “ Ren said with a burst of energy only panic could bring but the crash would suck hard afterwards as she kept her pistol holster loose and eyes about. 

“That one, leave it, this one take it” Ren was forced to make decisions on the fly what to keep and what to take, all was of value but someone was of more value for them. She wondered when security or others would arrive but for now it was a bunch of muscular dock workers with heavy metal tools, the odd illegal weapons and a heavy bladed tool they somehow had acquired. God knows… What had she done to live though this, been blessed.. cursed? 

Who the hell knew?