- Cara toward the ramp. He was holding her bridal-style so he could use the railgun in his right hand. A raider peered through toward them and he charged up the shot, but didn't fire. He could hear the sound of gunshots ricocheting off of his active deflector shield around the ship and quickly -

- put his boot on the ramp, heading for the rest cabin. His hands were slick with blood. She was slipping. He just barely got her onto the cot before she slid right out of his grip. “Cara?” he knelt down beside her, looking over the wounds once again. “We're going to take you to get better.” -