PER; 00009281 Doctor; Ya'gami Al-Bert Patient; Tor-Nenko Specie; Human Date; 36:04:04
Potential Injuries; Fatigue Induced Syncope, potential Concussion
Recommended Treatment; No immediate or critical damage is apparent. Patient requested to recount the day's events to check for cognitive recollection to ensure there are no affecting cranial injuries. The patient's notes are listed below and to be corroborated with fellow crew members to assess it's accuracy.
Patients Notes;
To recall the earliest of the morning would be a bit difficult considering how active today was. I remember vague notions of a dream that left me unsettled, worried about family posted in a far away station. This fear appeared to be more than founded as immediately after I received word of the Imperial fleet's arrival and could only afford a brief call to my Sister to assure of her immediate safety. I expect the next portion to be kept under patient/doctor confidentiality but I had almost drawn in a small contingent of troops from our already small resources to send a protective fleet to the secondary station. This plan however was quickly stymied by news of the discovery of a new potential launching point of an Imperial counter attack; a newly discovered base from which was soon evident was already ready and operational. Before much could be done however we found ourselves aboard our trusted yet hardly battle-tested Last Call, attempting to head off the very real threat to my sister and our plans in the form of just deployed bombers and fighters.
Had there needed to be an example of my actual inexperience in flight combat this would have been it. Although I started in the roll of co-pilot my attention needed to be elsewhere as after my first shot from our rear cannon it had lost all connection. I vaulted out of my seat and took considerable effort to get to the rear of the ship to make immediate repairs, only then finally feeling the fatigue that the previous months of work had driven onto me. I attempted to keep my mind clear as I diagnosed the problem with the rear launchers; the battle had ruined the connection to the cockpit leaving them inoperable. Through some inspiration I cludged together an interface using parts on hand along with my datapad and the exposed wiring and was able to dislodge a jammed missile into one of our adversaries.
I was largely unaware of the battle ensuing outside of the hull before it boldly reintroduced itself; a bolt from one of the Intersectors tearing clearly through the hull. After a brief moment to recompose myself I saw just how critical the damage was, noticing a hole through one of the main support bulk-heads of the ship. Without an immediate repair it would lead to a catastrophic failure of the spinal strut and ultimately the end of not just us but any defense of our plan. I was very fortunate to see essential repair components in the rear storage and used what I could to keep the ship from tearing itself apart. Making a supportive web of durasteel cabling I was able to reinforce the frame of the ship, moving myself at an athletic speed I never thought myself capable of, feeling pushed on by the need to save my sister, my crew-mates and the mission. Throwing myself around the hull however drained the last of the energy my body could provide, and the ship and the world itself seemed to grow incredibly small before blacking out. I only came to as the ship landed, somehow, in one piece.
Pushing myself as I did in ways I didn't think I could, and looking back at my actions for the day it's made me think of how much impartiality I've lost in my actions of late. The reintroduction of my sister, now an active agent on the field, I feel as though I cannot be as divorced from the outcome of these missions. Before I only had myself to be concerned about, being a cog in the Rebellion machine, but now I feel like I have something to lose and I am not sure how this is going to effect my actions going forward. This is something I will need time to process and hopefully overcome this distraction.
