Palm
Systems Room
Care paused as Jack requested orders, taking a brief moment to think before shaking her head. People were still looking to her for directions, and it was unfathomable to her. Couldn't they see what she did, the fact that she knew no better than anyone else present? She feared reprimandation if someone were to figure out how much she was simply making up as she went along, as if she were an impostor trying to fill a role that wasn't hers. With a roll of her shoulders she began to move out of the systems room towards the Bridge of the ship.
"We're wrapping up here, Mark. You have clearance to start pushing the ship towards the Kaiyo II once you make sure everyone, especially wounded, is on board. As for everyone else transport the wounded and present all injuries, critical and non-critical, on the bridge. We're going to make this as painless as possible once we intersect the Kaiyo II and move everyone back on board. Help the wounded first, it's imperative that they receive proper treatment and are delivered unto the Medical Bay without delay."
The wounded were what came as important in her head, and she had no doubt that the crew would carry it out with the fervor she needed. It would be busy today regardless, and Care wanted to begin right away, there was no need to make a single soul here suffer a moment longer. Life was pain, and war was something she saw as the ugly and hurtful beast it was. She could not always stop the pain and keep her crew safe, but she could respond appropriately, the cold mother with a healing embrace, to regretfully relinquish its arms from its children so that they may sprint forth into danger again.
And some wouldn't always come back.