<div class="floatleft">(http://orig05.deviantart.net/fb07/f/2013/081/3/8/girl_by_bcnyart-d5yxxss.jpg)</div>Shard peered into the pod as Dunn cracked it open. There was someone slumped over in one of the chairs.<br/><br/>"Oh, shit."<br/><br/>She dashed in, pushing her way past Dunn and squeezing through the partially opened portal. Cold, stale air. Expected. Scent of ionized particles. Blaster fire? Oh no. No no no. She sprinted to the back of the pod, nearly tripping over a droid. Power cable connected to pod. Last ditch battery? Plugged in by whom? Irrelevant. When she reached the unmoving occupant, she checked for signs of life and scanned them and the area. Head intact. Cold. Pulse. Breathing. No visible blaster wounds. No apparent injuries. Console is damaged. Inadequate environment, must relocate. Shard slid her arms under the occupant and lifted them up, carrying them awkwardly but quickly out of the pod and dumping them unceremoniously on the floor.<br/><br/>Air. Heat. She pulled out the oxygen concentrator and affixed it to the Lorrdian, female, underweight's face. With that secured, Shard retrieved the thermal blanket and began wrapping her in it. Positive reaction. No other immediate problems. Should be moved, carefully. Wait, fuck. She held her fingers on the Lorrdian's neck and gestured towards Nyx and Dunn with the other, snapping her fingers when she said their names before pointing towards the rear of the ship.<br/><br/>"Nyx, Dunn; Medbay, stretcher, now."