Tee Gar wiped a bead of sweat off his brow coming out of the latest operation. He had gone through one patient to the next over the last two hours. He knew that time was passing by looking at the digital clocks installed on the center of the lunchroom that had time included for the major, significant planets of the Federation. Every lunchroom was equipped with these clocks. Everywhere he looked around him there were fresh new faces belonging to cadets coming in to the room then divided into groups that could be dealt with the limited amount of tools and doctors. A part of him wondered if this was how it was going in the field in a fleet. Ships that carried well over three thousand personnel that tended to the ship inside and out from a day to day basis with minimal expected injuries. The influx in patients were getting lower by every ten minutes. They were unfamiliar faces so they had to be freshmen.
The young man relied on the strength of his ancestors to continue on through with a breeze. Truth to be told, he was enjoying it. The injuries had becoming lighter not just the crowd coming into the makeshift sick bay. Professor Allen was going through with his line fairly quickly enough that it seemed they could be done in the next fifteen minute. The freshmen were sent back to their shared dorms after all the repair quick fixes were done. Tee Gar into a chair with of relief. Allen rubbed the back of his neck pacing the partially empty room that had cadets. He heaved a sigh then opened a panel and slid out a bottle of green liquid then dripped himself a small glass. He took a shot then put the glass back looking to be seemingly relaxed and seated down into a chair.
"There and done," Tee Gar said. "we've got everyone."
The lower half of the academy trembled.
"Medical personnel!" Repair Control called for him. "Report to mechanic section!"
Tee Gar looked over toward the tired professor.
"Ready to go at it again?" Tee Gar asked.
"I have to sit this one out," Allen said, holding his hands up in defeat. "I can't. . . I just can't. . ." he lowered his head.
"Professor," Tee Gar said. "I don't blame you," he stood up then nodded toward the cadets. "If anyone is feeling tired, sit this one out. Stand up if you're ready to save some engineers."
Five of ten cadets stood up.
"Get them," Allen said.
"You heard the professor," Tee Gar said. "Get them!"
The six men and women left the improvised sick bay with their medical kits joining the gathering crowd of medical practitioners heading toward engineering. They took curved turns in the corridors going further and further down into the asteroid. It was a unfamiliar pathway to the cadets that slowly started to show the neon red lights installed into the cieling making it seem that the hallway itself was glowing contrasting against the darkness. The familiar compartments on the wall had broken apart in dire need of being put back together with hands familiar to it. Tee Gar turned around and held his hand up.
"Has anyone gone down to the engineering section before?"
A few hands raised.
"Do you know it like the back of your hand?"
Three hands lowered.
"Did you come down here for a class during the weekend?"
Two hands lowered leaving only one hand raised.
"The cadet keeping their hand raised," Tee Gar snapped his fingers. "Come here."
The cadet came through the crowd until a short, big eared being came to a stop in front of Tee Gar.
"Cadet Walsters," Tee Gar said. "You are majoring in engineering and medicine?"
"Aye," Walsters said. "Been here multiple times."
It was good enough.
"Alright," Tee Gar said. "Lead the way."
Tee Gar gestured in toward the corridor.
YOU ARE READING
Let it breathe, let it breathe, let it breathe for the space cadetsFanfiction
Graduation day for blue team one finally arrives. But it is a day sends them down into a desperate road to keep people alive. That forces others to make sacrifices of their own to help them. Sacrifices that the Robinsons are all too familiar almost...