Lanz
Lanz“Check for damage. Deploy auto-repair bots,” Archer commands.
“Bots deployed,” Domm replies.
“Check seals and atmosphere.”
“Seals and atmosphere at 100 percent,” I report.
“Check tow status.”
“Tow craft damaged, no life forms present,” Domm says.
“Lanz, secure the passengers.”
I turn my attention to the humans. The mother and child slave are in shock, but it’s our little warrior who needs the most help.
She’s panting and pale, her shoulder a mess of ragged flesh, bone showing. Blood soaks her tunic, dripping on the floor. Sweat beads her brow and she shudders, over and over. I hate that she’s human—so fragile, despite her courage and skill.
I grab an intact medi-pack, thankful that Dr. Daneth gave us advanced training on emergency medic actions. “I’m going to put this on
