(OOC: Sorry was not able to get to a computer this past weekend)
Upon seeing that, Zarb rushed up to the woman and the Lance Corporal.
"Ma'am, ma'am. My name is Pyro and I am a medic. I am here to help you. Do not worry and try to relax. Are you hurt anyway or do you feel any pain?"
Zarb scrutinised the woman for visible signs of injuries such as bruises and lacerations as he spoke ot her.
"Private, get the hell back to your station, you just compromised the security of this unit." He turned to Con, "Kindly escort speedy here off this life boat and deliver him to the sarge."
He tapped his comlink "what's going on down there. Is there a man down or what? I haven't heard shots."
"Situation is clear for the moment other than Private Superman charging in here like there was no tomorrow. We have one breathing and one down. Seems the lower half of his extremities is gone."
Ronald stared at the others and was confused as hell, he just gave up and walked back to where he stood before, he decided to not give a damn til his confused and slow mind could understand what was going on....
"PFC. Green, cover the aft section of the lifeboat; PVT. Con after you have escorted Superman to the Sarge, cover the middle of the lifeboat. Priest, please send the probe back in, I want a complete sweep of the lifeboat from bow to stern. I will check out the fore. I want all eyes open for anything, I repeat anything. If it isn't human and doesn't respond vocally we drop it and let God sort it out later. Is that clear? Sarge, do we have an okay on the aforementioned orders Sir?"