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The Robot wheeled through the corridors littered by the recovering cadets in makeshift beds and lawn chairs. Some of the cadets were waiting to be further treatment on their wounds or waiting for their dressing to be changed. The Robot stopped in his tracks wheeling in the way of the operation room. Lisa and several other cadets stepped back. Gampu took off his gloves with his head lowered then turned his attention on to Tee Gar who was trying to get a heart beat. Tee Gar was charging the sticks up again then doing another. The body leaped up against the makeshift table then collapsed with a thud. It happened again and again. There was a pained look on the Commander's face observing the desperate young doctor. Gampu took Tee Gar by the shoulder drawing his attention.

"Tee Gar," Gampu said, softly. "She is gone."

"Five more minutes, Commander," Tee Gar said, his voice shaky. "I can bring her back."

"That is enough," Smith said, sharply. "Doctor Soom."

Tee Gar looked toward the older man as though he had been chastised. Don't beat up a corpse. Gampu let go of the man's shoulder. Gampu looked at the young man, sadly, as the loud high pitch wail echoed in the room.

"Time of death. . ." Tee Gar started. "Seven thirty three AM."

Gampu pat on Tee Gar's shoulder.

"You did all that you could," Gampu said, sincerely then turned away to face the Robot then dropped his gloves into the recycle bin.

Tee Gar's hand rolled up into a fist then smacked the table quite loudly leaving a circular shape behind.

He placed his hand under the makeshift bed then closed his eyes and gathered his strength then punched it back into form. Tee Gar turned away from the deceased moving toward the sonic sink. The sink cleaned off the blood from his hands. Like everyone, he was trained for in the field and treating complete strangers. But the academy was home. Home that had been attacked. People that he had known were dead but this cadet was someone that he had known personally like a sister. He turned toward the doorway to see Smith speaking to the unusual machine rather softly.

"Doctor Soom?"

Tee Gar looked toward Cadet-but-actually-a-nurse Tomson and noticed that she had a burn on the side of her face.

"Andrea, what happened to your face?" Tee Gar asked, alarmed.

"Oh, this?" Tomson asked. "This is a birth mark. Don't you remember?"

"Yeah," Tee Gar said. "It looked like you had a burn."

"I have been getting that lately a lot," Tomson said. "The staff would like you to be outside for a few minutes. . ."

"I understand," Tee Gar said, then walked out of the makeshift room taking along his medical gear. "Commander, who is this?"

Smith turned toward Tee Gar.

"What is this," Smith corrected. "He is B-9, the metal clump of noodles, a boobed glass on a brainless machine, and a big sack of poop on cosmic storm days."

"Glad to meet a friend of the doctor," Tee Gar said, holding his hand out.

"He doesn't shake hands, normally," Smith replied, Tee Gar withdrew his hand.

"We are not friends," The Robot replied. "I am only here to asses the danger of this situation."

Smith rolled a eye with a scoff.

"Don't worry about us," Tee Gar said. "We have our danger neutralized."

"What about the deceased cadet?" The Robot inquired.

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