As the immediate crisis began to resolve itself, the local star began to dip below the horizon. The forcefield around the bridge only kept the atmosphere in, but beyond the sounds of numerous creatures began to stir. Croaking, chirping, and numerous other sounds filled the bridge with a small chorus of local animal life, and numerous flying creatures bounced harmlessly off the forcefield as they were drawn to the lights, only to become a veritable feast for the predators that chowed down on them, and a few of those being swallowed up by even larger predators. While certainly not a major priority right now, an ensign from the Biology department did use the opportunity to collect several samples of bugs and other creatures from the feeding frenzy, each safely preserved in stasis before being stored in the Biology lab.<br/><br/>The crew began to tire, and after a while the work simply ceased for the time being. The entire ship's crew was exhausted, and local division heads were calling a break. Someone in the galley was thinking ahead and had grabbed several crew to start delivering food to various stations around the ship for those who were still working or just resting in place, which was why a crewman arrived on the bridge carrying an insulated bag full of warm burritos, each one still nice and warm, along with large flasks of tea and coffee.<br/><br/>Dr. Maldonado arrived from Sickbay, herself munching on a burrito she'd snagged from a delivery there, and leaned against the railing while everyone ate to fill in Commander H'Raal. "Most of the critical are stabilized. As long as we have power, we should be able to keep everyone comfortable and stable. The Captain's alright just a major concussion, and the XO would be fine if he were a human, but Bolians are..." she made a gesture indicating that things were complicated. "Regardless, I can have most of the minor cases dealt with in the next three days, and I reason I'll have you... I dunno, 95% by the end of the week, though some of those are gonna be light duty." Dr. Maldonado had stepped in after their previous medical officer had a mental break, and so she'd been aboard just long enough to unpack her bags and get settled in when this disaster struck. She was just under average height, with platinum blonde hair and emerald green eyes, and seemed to be fairly quick on the uptake. The fact she'd come to deliver news in person was just to get out and stretch her legs, and she indicated as such. She was definitely tired, that much was obvious, but she was like most everyone else on board in that regard.<br/><br/>A loud bzzt punctuated the air, and a dark skinned man in a yellow shirt rushed over, pulling out a panel and coughing as he received a face full of ozone and smoke. "Damn," he muttered, and reached inside into manipulate a few things, before running a hand over his bald head. Realizing he was the center of attention, he chuckled, his voice deep and rich. "My apologies, it's nothing serious. Just another little thing to add to my list." He then laughed some more, and it seemed infectious. "It's not even a vital system, just some control relay." After laughing a minute, he sat down on the floor and took a deep breath, just letting it out of his system. His name was Colby Scruggs, an engineering crewman who'd been aboard since Victoria's launch, though primarily working elsewhere. He was only on the bridge to deliver the food.<br/><br/>The sky continued to darken, and the chronometer listed the time as well into bravo shift. The onslaught of insects didn't let up, and at one of the rear consoles someone had pulled out a chair to sit down, and had managed to fall asleep at a strange angle, propped up against their arm. No one around them said anything, but they were all feeling the effects of fatigue and adrenaline wearing off, and the crash was very real.