The emergency paramedic squad:

Warart: Me. In charge of the stretchers, piloting, and extra assistance.

C'render:A boxy robot in charge of the life support systems.

Zuglot: A human-like Azirian with a bird-like face. Surgeon

Roter:A tall, 4 armed Uroxian. Guard

"Para-Squad 5. Victim found. Requesting a vacant room. Large 3rd degree burns..."

The Dinarian writhed on the artificial tarp, blood and pus spewing across the blue synthetic fibers of the tarp. A contrast painting giving color to the grey surroundings of the asteroid.

"Get him inside! I'm guarding remember?!?" It was Roter, the impatient one.

"What's the hurry, we're getting him situated in the back. Shhht. Quit wriggling!!!" Zuglot was and C'render were busy, strapping down the wounded Dinarian.

What was I doing? I was just booting up the hyper-engine, hoping to survive another day...