Dr. Elara Korr

Log Entry: 3162.10.26 Situation Summary: Medical bay sealed under emergency lockdown after hull breach in Deck 4. Casualty count rising. The Captain remains in critical condition—severe radiation exposure and internal trauma. Life-support in medbay stable but deteriorating. Chief Medical Officer Elara Korr continues emergency triage with minimal supplies. --- Chapter III — Chief Medical Officer Elara Korr The medbay pulsed with red light—alarms wailing like a wounded animal. Dr. Elara Korr moved through the haze of smoke and blood, her breath measured behind a cracked respirator. “Clamp that artery—no, tighter!” she barked, voice sharp enough to cut through panic. A nurse obeyed, hands trembling as Elara sealed another wound with her plasma scalpel. Her gaze drifted, inevitably, to the still figure on the far table. The Captain—the one the crew still whispered about even now. The woman who had once stared down a Xytheron dreadform and lived. Now pale and motionless, skin seared, armor half-melted into flesh. Elara forced herself to look away. She’d done what she could—regenerative mesh, nanofibril stabilizers, pain suppression—but it wasn’t enough. Without power to the med-core, she was just delaying the inevitable. The intercom crackled. “Dr. Korr, report.” Aria’s voice—measured, calm, the same tone one used to command storms. “Still stabilizing patients. The captain’s condition is… holding.” A pause. Then, “Do whatever it takes, Elara. She doesn’t die here.” The line went dead. Elara lingered a moment longer, eyes softening as she watched the captain’s shallow breathing. She had never seen her without command armor before. Without it, she looked almost human. Almost fragile. A sudden shudder rippled through the ship. Ceiling panels groaned. One of the nurses screamed as a light fixture tore loose and crashed to the floor. Elara didn’t flinch—she just moved, efficient and unshaken.