Dr.Mala had moved from one diagnostic bed to the next. She examined each admitted individual patient after the next; delighted that there was nothing more than minor abrasions and bruises. "Okay," She slowly sighed. "I think all the fighting Orphans are cleared medically." She grinned at her alteration to the name of their ship. "Though you may regret it tomorrow." Navarre rolled his eyes as he turned back to Blue and La'Ahna standing before him. "Got anything to tend to on the ship, you got three days. Once cargo is onboard, we fly." "I'm on it, Sir." Blue gave a curt nod and spun on her heel. "This is a high value cargo." Navarre turned his attention to his chief of security. "Round the clock survalliance." "Already implemented." She responded. "And an officer stationed at the airlock waiting as instructed." "Good." Navarre nodded as he slipped from the bed to the floor. "Post a crew briefing for zero seven hundred." "The galley?" "Yes." He responded as he turned towards the door. "Some of us will need coffee."