Marda opened her eyes, being blinded by the harsh lights of the Medical centre. She reckognized the rythmic sound of the machines here. She tried to move, and felt her shoulder in bandages. She sighed. She would be classified as 'wounded' now, meaning regular check-ups. That was never fun.
She heard a voice talk softly. She looked towards the form in front of her, and saw it was De'Kren looking at her.
..happened, why are we in here?
Marda shrugged, not really remembering the details. She suspected that the painkillers had something to do with it. She felt that she had nothing but her shirt on. She did not want to know how her armour dissapeared.
"Where's the...rest of the crew? Did..they make it..?" Marda said, her voice sluggish and nearly unresponsive.