“I think you should go back to sick bay,” Maxwell suggested.
“They’re busy, sir, and I’m not hurt that bad,” Wiseman said has she stood up. She put her hands on the back of her head and started pacing back and forth, looking up at the ceiling. “Moto’Bard is dead, sir.”
“Yes, I know,” Maxwell said gently.
“We lost T’Ver on the way back. Chief Wills was wounded and may lose his arm.”
“Yes, I know,” Maxwell repeated. “I’ve seen the initial reports.” The count was five dead thus far, two of his crew, three from the security skiffs, and nine seriously wounded.
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