Vitiafa of Endiohon

"Yes, let them aboard! Deputize anyone armed and willing to help." Vitiafa quickly replied to the guard as she steaded herself in the middle of the corridor. "We don't have time to spare, and I don't know of a metacer that can blend in with us."

She looked over to the trickle of people making haste to her position, the lack of screams gave a temporary relief that it wasn't critical yet. It was unsettling in its own way as she thought back to the war... a slaughter in reality... before her own hurried evacuation from Eden. The moaning of the dying and injured in hospital, the ever present acrid discomfort of smoke from distant fires, and the pleadings of civilians trying to leave. It all flashed before her before she stomped the memories down.

She paused for a minute before picking a face out of the crowd. She remembered him at one of the medical bays aboard the station, dressed in sterile scrubs and nearly prepped for surgery, though it was only a meeting in near silent passing as she too was moving between patients.

"That man is a doctor! Let him through first," she said, sharply pointing to Vitella, "I'll take him to the medical bay."