<strong>Deck 22 Dormitories:</strong><br/><br/>When Khementari arrived, three medical personell walked among those wounded by the mines that had struck the hull.  "We've already got one confirmed spaced."  The lead doctor said grimly, handing a set of triage stickers to the oddly dressed nurse.  "Normally I'd ask you to change, but we need to get repair crews in here as quick as possible."  The doctor said with a scowl, while his companions worked on stopping the bleeding of those hit by shrapnel, and evaluating the state of consciousness of the vacuum exposed victims.<br/><br/>"Mark the ones that can't be saved with a red X, the ones that need attention with a yellow bar, and the ones that can get out alright with a green ring."  The doctor said, suddenly noticing he'd given some rather silly directions.  "You know, the usual drill!"  He said, turning back to the man he was applying pressure to.  "There's still a couple of mines attached to the hull, so you might want to make peace with whatever force you happen to worship."  The doctor commented almost under his breath, leaning forward to press his entire weight against the victim's bleeding wounds.