The spaceship eased into its designated docking bay within the towering structure of the Kernel Tower. It was the only place with appropriate technology to heal Ashton. At least that's what Flintmace had told them.
As the vessel came to a rest, its thrumming engines settling into a gentle hum, the doors to the bay hissed open, revealing a team of medical staff that had been assembled to receive the wounded.
They were a dedicated and skilled group, their white coats pristine, their faces etched with calm, completely contrasting with those inside the ship.
Mazton, the Vice President of the Kernel Tower, led the medical team. Before confronting Kro'Han, Flintmace had called Mazton and told him to be prepared to receive Ashton as he would need all their attention.
"I hope we're not too late," Mazton whispered under his breath.
