<strong>Name;</strong>Mya Richone<br/><strong>Occupation:</strong>Doctor<br/><strong>Location; </strong>The Line Infirmary<br/><strong>Tagged;</strong>Sophie, Braxton<br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/57cb5d7320db1c1b7bbda4383a6bbbe3-1.jpg) <br/><br/><em>No. Must be Sue’s.  This is no time to lay down! Come on, grab your gear! We have to find Sue!</em><br/><br/>Mya attempted to pull Braxton back towards the triage area she had set up when he turned to some strange woman who had just blown into the hangar bay with the ships hover mule.  "Captain, I really need to look at that bullet wound.  You can't go running around in a firefight with that in your foot."<br/><br/><em>Don’t take off! Sue’s still outside and I think he has been shot. I will lead a team to recover him. Get to the gunnery station and if anyone shoots at us, you blind them with the searchlight!<em>  The suggestion that Sue was still outside the ship in the war zone that suddenly erupted caught in the back of Mya's throat.  She felt the rush of adrenaline begin spreading through her body.  A feeling she hadn't felt in years, a feeling that was always exhilarating and frightening at the same time.  While she's never had to perform surgery in a combat zone, she had had her share of stressful experiences to let her know how it felt.<br/><br/><em>Want to earn some danger pay with your mule? My medic is going to need some cover to work, and later something to get my man Sue back inside.</em>  This suggestion brought her back to the moment; fear, not exhilaration was starting to take over as she considered trying to stabilize Sue in the middle of a fire fight.  "Seriously Captain, we're going to have to re-negotiate our contract after this."  She said with a half hearted smile as she hitched her med kit on her shoulder and crouched down prepared to run out towards the wounded man on the ground at the bottom of the ramp.    </em></em></div>