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Connor

AENG's log, Sept. 5th, 2155

Conner enters Sickbay, carrying Montague on a stretcher, with the help of a MACO. "That... Idiot!! I said standby until I had the processor deactivated!! When I say stuff like that, I blody well mean it!" One of the MACO nurses glances at Monty in passing and shakes his head. Connor, meanwhile, continues ranting. "If he dies, there's no way we're going to get this ship back up and running! Doc, I need you over here, NOW!"

 

--15 minutes later--

 

Montague has been stablised, and appears awake, but unresponsive. "Okay, Jas, what exactly is wrong with him?"

 

"He's second degree crispy in the back and third degree crispy around the back. Mentally he's a veggie. Physically he's okay, no heart damage, he's breathing fine. He will probably recover eventually."

 

"Okay, that's good to hear.. Wait, second and third degree... Crispy?"

 

"I mean burnt. Sorry, I'm tired, we all are."

 

"Alright..."

 

Connor still has a slightly confused look on his face, and as he slowly stalks back to ME, he is heard to mutter...

 

"Crispy?"

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