03-23-2026, 06:04 AM
Cassidy clicked the joints on his mechanical hand. His gaze trailed up to the ceiling as he pictured the walls of his sickbay. He’d spent so many hours organizing his equipment that he could see it almost as if he were standing right there. He studied the shelves of hyposprays, dermal regenerators, and laser scalpels — all stocked to handle the needs of the crew, but the Yeager was no hospital ship. He shuddered at the thought of sending the Yeager to handle a mass casualty event, the kind he’d seen too many times aboard the Reyes.
“What are the parameters of engagement? “I mean…” Art stuttered, apparently reconsidering her approach. “Where do we draw the line?”
“It looks like the line has been drawn,” Cassidy grumbled bitterly. “But some people behind it are going to die if nobody can get to that starbase. I’m sure they have sick people to take care of, especially if there are refugees aboard. Their supplies won’t last forever.”
Cassidy shot a look at the captain, questioning but not interrogating.
Are we really going to stand by and let that happen? Even if those are our orders?
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“What are the parameters of engagement? “I mean…” Art stuttered, apparently reconsidering her approach. “Where do we draw the line?”
“It looks like the line has been drawn,” Cassidy grumbled bitterly. “But some people behind it are going to die if nobody can get to that starbase. I’m sure they have sick people to take care of, especially if there are refugees aboard. Their supplies won’t last forever.”
Cassidy shot a look at the captain, questioning but not interrogating.
Are we really going to stand by and let that happen? Even if those are our orders?
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