MCRN Simurgh - Hangar Karen stood to attention, even with most of her body screaming out in pain from various locations, she apparently still had to be chewed out by a superior officer before she could go to the Med Bay. Apparently, it was her fault that the Atrax was currently full of holes and not in several thousand pieces on the other side of the system. It was also her fault she "lost" an "entire goddamn weapons pod" and that she didn't even know "how much those goddamn things cost us". She just stood there, eyes straight, shoulders back, mouth shut. After she was dismissed, she took one more look over her shoulder at her bird. It was a sorry sight, but the hundreds of maintenance drones swarming over it, repairing the damage of the last sortie, were already making it look better. New armour plates were being added, holes welded shut, charred crash couches pulled out and replaced... MCRN Simurgh - Med Bay The moment the auto-doc latched onto her arm her world became soft, bright and squishy. Whatever drugs it was pumping into her system made her feel a hundred times better. Apparently, she had burst several blood vessels in her eyes, she had a severely dislocated shoulder and several broken ribs. But all of those were being patched up by the top of the line automated equipment in the medical bay of the Simurgh. As the machines did their work, she watched a terminal at the end of her bed. It showed the current situation from the perspective of the MCRN "Media Corps", a relatively new division formed to try and keep morale high during the outbreak of all-out war across the system. The MCRN reinforcement fleet had arrived with another mighty Donnager-class battleship, sending the UNN fleets scuttling for cover. The camera feeds showed undamaged warships triumphantly arriving over Ganymede, their black and red hulls glistening proudly in the reflected light from Jupiter. The camera then changed to another feed, of an enormous starship burning hard with an escort of Martian corvette-class frigates. The ship was unlike any Martian design she had seen, it was utterly alien to her. But as the headline scrolled across the screen it began to make sense. NPS Daedelus En-Route to Jupiter to Bolster Fleet Support & Logistics. As footage of the ship continued to play, a reporter began to speak, "The "Daedalus" Support Cruiser has been contracted by the Navy to assist in the rescue and salvage of MCRN ships during the outbreak of hostilities before Mars and Earth, in the Jovian System. The vessel was constructed at shipyards at New Providence Station, and was designed as a support ship for its fleet of rescue corvettes, two of which will also be operating in the system." Karen sat up with a grunt of pain, focussing on the screen with clearer eyes. "The vessel supports a hospital and several repair and refit bays for ships of various class and construction. It will be put to work rescuing sailors trapped aboard shipwrecks during the ongoing skirmishes with the United Nations Navy..." She leaned back down, not paying as much attention now. Good for those poor souls trapped on those ships...She thought as she drifted off to sleep. MCRN - Hangar Karen stood at attention once again, two other Martians, her new crew, stood next to her. In front of them, a Martian Officer stood facing them. He was a man of few words, saying that the Atrax had been refit and was ready for flight once again. Due to Karen's flight record, she was being sent out on a new mission, and that the details would be provided to them en-route. After a curt nod, the man turned on his heel and stalked off. Karen turned to her two new crewmembers. "Lieutenant Karen Ashoka, at your service!" She said, pulling on her flight suit.