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Doc gave a nod and a light smile as he put his glass down and motioned to a corridor. Together, they walked to tour the rest of the station. The levels and surrounding areas were largely undamaged. After all, a lounge isn't considered an area of importance to an attacking Rogue.
Offices were in the level as well for the base administrator, executive officer as well as some other high ranking staff. It was obvious that people left in a hurry as personal items were left behind, files, half-packed bags and even a few personal weapons that were left. But what got Doc's attention was a doll, probably that of a little girl, left on a bed. Doc sighed thinking of a very disappointed little girl who was caught in the middle of someone else's dispute. After looking at it, he left it where he found it. For a moment, his humanitarian side came out.
"I have no interest in the weapons," Doc told Thing, "do with them as you wish."
A couple of decks down was the comm center. It was intact but had only limited power to it. A call to his chief engineer affirmed that it would be some time before full power was restored to critical areas. As with the offices and personal quarters they had found, much was left behind.
Shortly thereafter, Doc found the sick bay which had some extensive damage. The area of the station they were at looked to have been hard hit as a nearby docking bay was all but destroyed. Doc looked around with heavy interest. Wires and conduits still hung damaged while monitors and computer equipment were either destroyed or damaged. Doc cringed a bit as he looked, "Yup, this place will need my touch."
As he forced open a door, a strong smell of death overtook the both. Within a pile of rubble lay the rotting corpse of a man in a DSE uniform. This was nothing new to Doc but it was disturbing as the man wore a medical uniform. Reality stung for a moment of a doctor's life on a station. He motioned for Thing to step back a bit to avoid exposure. Having only a small medical tricorder in a pocket, he examined it with his sleeve covering his mouth.
Doc only shook his head and asked Thing to see if she could find something to cover him up with.
"He died instantly at least," he said aloud, "severe head trauma from the explosion. I suppose if you're going to go, go quick."
Doc waited, looking for ID of the man while he waited.