Doctor's Orders

Detatched

The base never stood a chance.

The number of Trandoshians rivaled the size of the crew.

After they had separated you from the clones, they wasted no time in cuffing you all and getting the power back on to normal.

You had been sitting in the room for hours. You were all cramped, tired, and scared. You were sitting in the front row, you had been the last to get caught as you implemented your emergency task. Every person had one, so that everything that needed to be done had a higher chance of success.

Ibarra had followed you, typing furiously on the secondary bridge's monitor as you slid under the desk to adjust the wiring, making sure the door would lock after it read your badge leaving. As the red lights made your job phenomenally harder, you heard the locking mechanisms that connected the hospital to the upper levels turn with a screech. You had sealed the hospital from the upper levels, keeping all the injured safe and the Trandoshians barred from entering.

The door slid open, and Ibarra started to yell your name before she fell to the ground from the stun blast. You had been dragged out, fighting, but they put a stop to it by turning their blasters to live rounds and pointing it towards the unconscious woman.

Her head was laying in your lap, her braid messed up and frizzy. You gently pet her head, mindful of the bruise forming where she hit her head as you watched your guards pace, milling about in boredom, fingers near their triggers.

The smell of sweat and blood was stifling. You had heard Cari screaming earlier, and when you were thrown in the room, you saw her quietly sobbing into the shoulder of another medic. There was blood on her hands. A quick look revealed that Gravi wasn't there. You felt like you had been punched in the throat before you were forced to the ground.

The cuffs were digging into your wrist, and by the fidgeting of many others, it wasn't just you. No one spoke. No one moved. Many were in shock and flooded by too much fear to look for a way out.

You counted twelve Trandoshians from where you were sitting, and you figured there were at least five behind you, probably more. There was clearly a lieutenant present, his purple tinted scales and his hulking height complemented by his gun. It was basically a larger version of Wrecker's, but with a stronger discharge and a faster rate of fire.

Risaan caught your gaze, sitting a few feet away. They had had a look of hate in their eyes since you got there. They raised their eyebrow, asking the question. Below Risaan, you were one of the highest ranking officers at the base due to your experience and the amount of classified information you knew, which is why you had the most important job. Protect the patients. You glanced at a Trandoshian, easing Ibarra's head off your lap, transferring her to a medtech behind you. When you looked back, Risaan was still waiting for an answer. You put your chin down, keeping eye contact the whole time before raising it again. Risaan seemed to deflate at that. At least the patients were safe for now.

"I don't know why we have to bother with these negotiations," One of the Trandoshians, one who was dark green, hissed out to his friend next to him. "We should just destroy the base and go."

"We have to get the money first," His buddy countered. The first one sighed, but he didn't argue.

They're going to kill everyone.

The thought panicked you, hitting you harder than when you have just viewed it as a just possibility. You had no way to stop them, there were too many people. Every medic got combat training, but there were only a handful of you who had actually been in a situation where you had to push through the lightheadedness and fear of adrenaline to know what to do.