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Date Posted: 21:55:08 10/10/02 Thu
Author: Dart Zantaa and Katrina Caterwall
Subject: .:Ehe:.

The large Jaws fighter skimmed into the area, engines humming in well-tuned order. Expertly Dart landed his fighter and glanced around with his scanners. Several life-forms present, no known healers. Dyone. Dart opened the hatch and hopped out onto the wavy grass, glancing at the odd blue-and-gold trees. Nurse duty. In other circumstances I'd be the worst nanny in the world; I'd rather leave the crett to die than miss the action in battle. But this? This is different. This is Katrina. I can't let anything happen to her on this alien planet, I can't! He glanced at the gathering of working cretts and frowned. Surely they wouldn't be so intent on preparations to help one of the pilots helping to protect the very planet they live on! He rumbled out a polite plea of assistance, as he had little experience in dealing with head injuries of Katrina's kind. "She... hit her head or something in the force of a missile-blast... she's been unconscious for some time now. I... have little expertise in this area, otherwise I wouldn't have bothered you folks." He pulls the hovering stretcher-mat out of the ship to where the healer-cretts could get to her.

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