01-06-2026, 09:25 PM
“Looks like things are calming down,” Said the CMO after a while. Minor injuries had been coming in and out for a while. But now their regularity was fizzling out.
More sombrely, he turned his attention to another area of the bay. Although Papaver had arrived earlier as a casualty herself, she had remained to assist. But she had managed to keep her attention away from where the big man now stood. The casualty directly in front of him having only arrived while she had taken the opportunity earlier to record her small log on the events for later possible deposition.
“Looks like someone from your department,” he said quietly.“Mika Bowman.”
Papaver swallowed. She'd only spoken with the young woman a few hours ago. Before this whole race thing had taken off. And she'd even told her about her secret stash of fruit plants on deck four.
The doctor was taking, but Papaver was thinking; That could have been me. Suddenly feeling like an idiot. Over her time, she had done some really stupid things. And put herself in numerous dangerous situations. Way above what she should been doing given her role aboard ship. And here was this poor girl. First time out, and... It isn't fair.
“...if you’d like to say a few words, take all the time you need.”
“I er... I don't know what to say. I, mean. We only spoke briefly. I gave her some Cape Gooseberry's earlier.”
In all honesty, Papaver wished right now that Black was still aboard. Or Asfar On every other ship she'd served on she'd had at least one good friend she could just talk to when things went pear shaped. This was the first time in a long time she realised she wasn't really close to anyone on board. She felt bad that she suddenly felt selfish as she looked down at Bowman.
“Sorry.” She said after a pause. She could feel herself shivering a little as she turned away. The ever present light that glimmered in her eyes. Gone.
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More sombrely, he turned his attention to another area of the bay. Although Papaver had arrived earlier as a casualty herself, she had remained to assist. But she had managed to keep her attention away from where the big man now stood. The casualty directly in front of him having only arrived while she had taken the opportunity earlier to record her small log on the events for later possible deposition.
“Looks like someone from your department,” he said quietly.“Mika Bowman.”
Papaver swallowed. She'd only spoken with the young woman a few hours ago. Before this whole race thing had taken off. And she'd even told her about her secret stash of fruit plants on deck four.
The doctor was taking, but Papaver was thinking; That could have been me. Suddenly feeling like an idiot. Over her time, she had done some really stupid things. And put herself in numerous dangerous situations. Way above what she should been doing given her role aboard ship. And here was this poor girl. First time out, and... It isn't fair.
“...if you’d like to say a few words, take all the time you need.”
“I er... I don't know what to say. I, mean. We only spoke briefly. I gave her some Cape Gooseberry's earlier.”
In all honesty, Papaver wished right now that Black was still aboard. Or Asfar On every other ship she'd served on she'd had at least one good friend she could just talk to when things went pear shaped. This was the first time in a long time she realised she wasn't really close to anyone on board. She felt bad that she suddenly felt selfish as she looked down at Bowman.
“Sorry.” She said after a pause. She could feel herself shivering a little as she turned away. The ever present light that glimmered in her eyes. Gone.
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