X. Aftermath
“Captain, I just received word from the Admiralty that we should head for Jemgum to offload the refugees for processing and registration,” Lieutenant Safiri Elewa announced.
Mayhew turned to her, shifting Misha who was still in his arms, sobbing quietly to himself.
“Processing and registration? Really? They are aware that we’re talking about traumatised kids here, aren’t they?”
Elewa shrugged helplessly. “I can only relay what they said, sir. Should I remind the Admiralty about the fact that the refugees are traumatised children?”
Mayhew sighed. “Might as well.”
“Did…did they say anything about how many people got out before the end?” Natalya Shepkova asked. It was the first words she’d spoken since the planet broke apart.
“They have to proc… — count the refugees first,
