Cravic woke up, as one always does after nearly being blown up, with a headach and in what seemed to him to be the most brightly lit room ever. He could faintly hear voices but couldn't make out what they were saying and he could feel his leg swathed in bandages. Eventualy a man came over to where he was lying, apparently a doctor.
"How do you feel?" he asked.
"That's a stupid question," said Cravic with irritation, "Where am I? What happend to my pilots?"
"You're on Ames, we picked you up when the battle finnished and all the Kusari and Rheinland fighter had been destroyed. Think of it as our thanks for saving our station."
Cravic breathed a sigh of relief. Already thinking of the next step in securing Ames he asked, "I need to speak with whoever runs things around here."
"Are you sure you're up to it? That's quite a wound you have there, it'll never be what it once was"
Cravic put alot of effort into the cold hard stare he now gave the doctor, "Kusari is coming back, and they may come back stronger and in greater numbers. We have to draw the line here, for you and for liberty. Now who can I talk to about a Navy contingient here?!"
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