<hr class="bbc-hr bbc-hr--3"/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#87ceeb"><a class="link link--internal" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=83335&amp;pid=2015412#pid2015412">Doctor Sonakshi Khan</a></span><br/>Location: Ticonderoga class assault ship<br/>Tagged: The crew and lost souls<br/><hr class="bbc-hr bbc-hr--3"/><br/><br/>Sonakshi felt clumsy and bulky with the suit, even more so loaded with medical equipment she probably wouldn't need, or at least she hoped so, since in a ship without power the only need for medical assistance would come from her comrades, or so she thought. At least the suit would keep the smells at bay, at least until they reestablished power and made sure it was properly sealed. Sonakshi was fine with what others may deem as stealing from the dead, as in war either you used everything at your reach to survive, or you'd be the next one to end up a corpse. Some people couldn't live with that, but then again, some people didn't last long.<br/><br/>Getting into the ship wasn't so different from being a surgeon as some may think. It was graceful and precise, or at least it should be, but still consisted of opening a hole where there shouldn't be one with as little damage done as possible. Of course, it wasn't Sonakshi's task to open a way in, since her job would be mainly reactionary beyond having another extra couple of hands and eyes. "Remember my dear mates" even through the communication and the echo the helmets caused, doctor Khan's ability for being abrasive was more than present. "I don't care how harmless it looks, how much experience you have, or why you deemed it was a good idea" she continued. "The ship should be beyond dead, but in case you stumble into anything organic warn me. If I have to enforce a quarantine protocol because one of you messed with something, I'll personally put some gloves and shower you with bleach" she insisted. She could be nasty, and she was open to fulfill her threats, but it was for the good of her mates.<br/><br/>Once inside by the means of the handiest of the team, they floated inside the ship, flashlight beams tearing visible cuts into the darkness. The human mind was made to search for patters everywhere, to recognize faces anytime, so those small moments of visibility were felt with dread and anticipation. They all may be more or less versed in space travel, but stepping into a hulk that size was akin to wandering into the unknown. The ones with little experience didn't knew the kind of things they could stumble into, and the ones experience knew all too well, so the atmosphere was loaded with tension.<br/><br/>"Fuck me" Sonakshi broke the silence. Deeper into the ship, they had stumbled into a planetarium of horror, as dead husks that had been people long time ago floated scattered through the room. Tens, no perhaps hundreds of them, reduced to a mere withered parody of humanity, a reminder of how deadly could be for the human recklessness to face the perils of space. "Try to not mess them, we don't want any more corpse dust in the air" Sonakshi warned. "Captain, we'll need to secure them or keep the barge at 0g" Khan reminded, keeping her voice on the comm in an attempt to not give silence a chance.<br/><br/>"Fuck me" she repeated, something that coming from the weathered doctor was sure that she meant it.