Scalpel saw a box mounted to the wall of the bridge. It was an emergency medical kit, placed there in accordance with Republic safety regulations. That’s good, as a start, he thought. He pulled it off the wall, and emptied the contents into his medical bag. It consisted of five disinfectant sprayers, a similar amount of bacta patches, and a roll of bandages. He smiled, picked up the bag, and stopped. This was the bridge. Why hadn’t he thought about using the radio?
He stepped over to the comms array, avoiding the remains of two crew members. The controls were heavily damaged, with metal chunks embedded in them. A gun from a small turret was sticking out from behind them, showing the extent of the cruiser’s damage. It was obvious that the radio was dead. A quick glance at some other panels showed that the electrical systems were about out, as the reactor was critically damaged. The weapons systems were obliterated, as the wreckage could easily attest to. And finally, the elevators were knocked out by the crash. It looked like Scalpel would have some stairs to use. Some very long stairs.