"Raise your hand if you're injured!" Chris shouted, standing up on a chair.

A sea of hands raised and Smith rolled a eye.

"Not emotionally," Smith snarked.

"WITH REAL WOUNDS!" Tee Gar hollered, his hands cupped around his mouth.

Several hands lowered.

"Injured go to the stage," Chris said. "Cadets who are doctors and surgeons, separate from civilians and other cadets. Doctors, go to the unoccupied section of the gymnasium. Doctor Soom will search for other survivors with the commander along with anyone else who offers their services. If we have a professor who deals with medical then we will need them to sort themselves out and help us get the beds for the injured."

"Here!" Allen called.

"Professor Allen!" Chris said, beaming then gave a thumbs up. "Good to see you here."

Professors raised their heads up.

"Where do we put the diplomas in the meantime?" Spon asked.

"Where you had them earlier," Chris said. "Make room for the doctors!"

The sea of people and cadets split apart into what seemed to be two armies that were separated by a large gap between them.

The cadets moved their chairs away from the center of the room making space for the doctors to go toward the front and the back end. The other group of medical professionals began to set up their individual stations for patients to attend. Chris searched the sea of red teams for a familiar face. His eyes came to a stop once he saw the dark brown haired man doing the organizing the rest of the fellow cadets. The currently cadet lieutenant Matt Prentiss was doing quite a good job organizing the red teams. Being left alone, invincible, for a year while people were standing in place like mannequins and not losing his mind had been impressive. It was more of a miracle that he hadn't died. Matt had a cut along his head that he was covering with a handkerchief. Allen handed the members of the assembled group emergency medical kits as the twins were engaged in a discussion from in behind them.

"What about Damage Control?" Laura asked.

"Damage Control went with the Commander," Adrian said. "Can't take the easy way out."

"We're blind as bats," Laura said.

"Maybe not," Chris said, tapping on the side of his head. "We do have our eyes." he looked over the sea of cadets. "Alright, we need cadets who major in engineering to come out."

Tee Gar was joined by Allen and several other cadets who majored in medicine.

"Come on, Doctor Soom," Smith said, turning away from the doorway with a wave of his index finger.

"Call me Tee Gar," Tee Gar said, following the doctor out of the gymnasium.

"And Doctor Soom wouldn't do?" Smith asked, looking toward the younger man with a raised eyebrow with his hands clasped together.

"Blue team isn't as formal as other teams," Tee Gar said, as members of the group split off toward the wounded that were lingering around the corridors. "We tend to have a unique ranking system for cadets. Cadets even serve on military installations in Galactic."

"Why?" Smith asked.

"Why not?" Tee Gar asked.

"That is not a answer, Tee Gar," Smith said.

"It is," Allen and Tee Gar said.

"We don't have star wars as much anymore." Tee Gar said.

"You mean to say is that you don't have any on-going wars," Smith said.

"None, Commander," Tee Gar said.

"Not even one launched by Emperor Dragos?" Smith asked,

"He's bringing us closer to having another a very active star war. Dragos Evil is just . . ." Tee Gar shook his head. "Cruel and ruthless. Uses captured cadets for experiments," Smith looked over toward the young man who wore a haunted expression on his face. A kind of haunted that Smith had only seen in war veterans. "For a while I couldn't use any of my techniques to use my super strength. I. . I. . . I didn't feel like a man. The Commander told me, 'Super powers don't make a man, Tee Gar. A man is made of his friends and his humanity'. And at the end of the day, I discovered that he was right. I don't need my super strength to consider myself a man."

"He sounds very wise," Smith said. "Wish I got the chance to meet this look alike. Better man than I am."

"Living for three lifetimes does that to a human," Tee Gar said, overhearing whining then held his hand up.

The group stopped.

"I didn't make that noise," Smith said.

"Patients are making those noise, Commander," Allen said.

There was noises coming from both sides of the corridor from two different doors.

"Professor?" Tee Gar asked.

"We are splitting up to deal with them," Allen said. "I will take Commander Gampu, Ensign Lewis, Ensign Duchoe, and Lieutenant Co'uel." Smith grew insulted with big eyes and eyebrows raised.

"You can't call 'dibs' on me," Smith said.

"I just did," Allen said. "I have been meaning to speak to you about getting your next flu shot." Smith's eyebrows lowered, only instead furrowing together.

"Charlie, W'Checell," Tee Gar said, facing the two slightly tall men. "Whatever you see on the other side of that door. . . it is nothing what we learned about in class. I'll take the lead."

Tee Gar stroked his hand in front of the black panel alongside the door way then looked over toward Smith.

Smith followed Tee Gar's lead then yanked his hand back at the sudden whish made by the door.

The doors slid open to reveal injured cadets along side the halls with terrified repairmen among them.

Tee Gar walked through the doorway with two third year cadets, full grade lieutenants, from behind him then detached the medical kit off one of the gray loops around his waist with a click and knelt down to the bleeding cadet in front of him. With another click, the small case flipped open to reveal the contents that consisted of a hypospray, a roll of gauze, a medical tricorder, a long thin piece of metal --the newest variation of a dermal regenerator--, and a even long surgical tool that seemed to be a scalpel. He took the medical tricorder out of the case then slid the long, gray pole out and aimed it at the body of the first cadet. Scanning the body of the patient for internal injuries.

"What's your name?" Tee Gar asked.

"Degardez, head of Seeker Repair Service," Degardez said, her hand placed on her shoulder. "It hurts to breathe."

"You have two cracked ribs, a broken nose, and a dislocated shoulder," Tee Gar said. "Hold on."

"Hell," Degardez whined.

Tee Gar popped the arm back into the socket. The seeker repairman had a high pitch sigh of relief. Tee Gar took out a roll of red and white gauze from the compartment. He unrolled a section of gauze and stopped it from rolling on with his right hand. He took out the scalpel from the container then cut the section off from the roll, rolled the gauze back up, placed inside the container, then began to roll the corners of the section up until they made a ball.

"I am stuffing this into your nose until the bleeding stops," Tee Gar said, stuffing the gauze balls into the woman's nose. "Breathe through your mouth."

"Oraco," came the reply.

Tee Gar found a piece of folded, firm small metal from beside him that could act as a sprint. He placed it on Degardez's nose earning painful gasps in return. The other medical cadets dealt with the patients. Some of the repairmen had damaged antennas that were bleeding, their hair disheveled, and uniforms were stained in blood. Tee Gar glanced glanced over toward the other cadets. If he was to make sure the repairman got up to their feet and helped in making new seekers, then they had to find sick bay. He stood up after putting the equipment back into the med kit. Tee Gar came toward the doorway and waved his hand in front of the compartment. The door slid open and he was face to face with Professor Allen.

"Professor Allen, did the other half of the campus take sick bay?" Tee Gar asked.

"We have a spare," Allen said. "We restocked it last week."

"Where is it?" Tee Gar asked.

"It's on the back end," Allen said.

"So by the time we get there, we might have hundreds of patients," Tee Gar said. "Tell me it's big enough for everyone, professor."

"Hundreds of cafeterias can be used for recovery rooms, waiting rooms, and operation rooms if need be," Allen said. "We can only have so many patients at a time in the spare."

"Tell me if the size is bigger than main," Tee Gar said.

"It is bigger for emergencies," Allen said.

"Some of the Academy Personnel need bone knitters used on them if we're going to make more Starfires to protect the campus while on the way to Fleet Command," Tee Gar said. "We will be walking with patients behind us"

"That would be a great image had we have enough bone knitters to hand to doctors," Allen said.

Tee Gar grew a surprised expression laced with a frown.

"We don't have enough to cover them?" Tee Gar asked, taken back with his hands on his hips.

"We never anticipated something like this to happen," Allen said.

"No one sees it coming, Professor," Tee Gar said.

"We got enough for a thousand doctors," Allen said.

"That is not a problem," Tee Gar said, his face turning to ease and a smile grew on his face.

"You don't know how many doctors we have on hand," Allen said. "And how many of those who will try to help without medical tools. How many doctors can attend to each group of civilian patients without having their files? It's not going to be easy in the first day but it will get easier as time goes on. Starting tomorrow when Planetary Command notices Star Command or the Space Academy hasn't contacted them in some time then send in relief. If we don't get the necessary relief in time . . ."

"Then what, Professor?" Tee Gar asked.

"People could die, Doctor Soom," Allen said, grimly then came toward the door that Tee Gar had came out of and swiped his hand then leaned forward through the doorway to make the announcement leaving Tee Gar almost shellshocked.