Snippet #2234485

Alexander

The ship finally settled back within itself, the flashing lights stopped, and MAK's constant warnings finally ceased. Alex let out a long breath, his heart still pounding from the adrenaline. He quickly unbuckled himself and left the infirmary to find the still wounded strapped in the chairs in the corridor. "Are you alright?" He asked helping the few crew members out of their seats.

"Just a little shaken," One remarked. "But I think we're all okay."

Alex shook his head with a sigh as he led them back into the infirmary. One of the men's stitches had come loose and would have to be redone. "Let's get you men patched up." He said to the last three. "Wherever we are, I'm sure you'd love to get off the ship and enjoy it."

The three men laughed, as they took their places on the beds in the sterile space. "Doctor!"

Alex sighed once again as he helped the crew member into a bed. "What is it MAK? I have men to attend to."

"That's just the thing, Dr. Greenhaven, there have been some injuries up by the kitchens."

Alex groaned rubbing his forehead, and then moving his hand up through his puffed hair. "Of course." He grumbled. He quickly set to work, setting up machines to fix up the three men automatically. Pressing a few buttons on a computer monitor, the machine immediately began working on fixing the men's wounds. "I'll be back." He said to them. "Hopefully, when you do, you're all not filled with holes."

Another round of chuckles.

Alex ran quickly down the corridor, and up the elevator to the kitchens. He could hear the grumbles and moans as everyone tried to collect themselves after the captain's erratic driving. He ran past Bond who was moaning on the ground, clutching his stomach. "There's no blood, you're fine." The doctor grumbled as he neared the one in obvious need of his attention.

"You damn fool," He said sliding to Eddie's side. "I just fixed you up! What the hell?" He wrapped his arms around Eddie's front, letting the back of the pilot's head rest against the doctor's chest. He quickly climbed to his feet, pulling the pilot with him. "I swear to all the things, if I patch you up and in the next two hours your back in my infirmary, I will kill you."

Alex dragged Eddie back towards the elevator, kicking Bond's foot as he went. "On your feet, I need your help."

Regina

Reggie had barely stepped foot off the elevator before she was greeted by the hacking child. "Your A.I. said you wanted me. What's up?"

"Ah, yes." She said moving past him. "It looks like I am in need of your skills." She ran a hand through her hair and turned back to the small boy. "The Nightwing is registered under the Intergalactic Council." She looked down at him. "I need you to change that."

She turned and continued walking, but gestured for him to follow. "We will need to still make port, but we can't do that unless we're a registered ship. So, the Nightwing can't exist. And neither can I. But the ship, and it's captain, must."

She stopped and leaned forward, so she was eye level with him. "Does that make sense?" She smiled down at him, hoping to convey that she want the Nightwing to be registered under a different name, and under a different captain. She nodded her head once and then stood straight.

"When you're ready, meet in the hangar. I will be taking us all down to the surface shortly."

She turned and continued on down the corridor. "Who's in charge around here?" Reggie stopped in her tracks, confused by the sudden voice in her ship. She rounded the corner, and rammed straight into another body.

"Ah," She stated seeing Dia a bit more sober than before. "Has someone finally sobered up?" She asked with a smile.