The hand that heals

[rewritable]

Jennet was lying on a mattress just outside the overfilled medical bay. She could breathe almost normally now, but talking was still difficult to her.

"I gave you all my personal access codes. There simply isn't any higher clearance level in this ship. Whatever data you request, you will get it" She told silently.

"Access to history about private small craft traffic is still denied" John replied, "Don't worry about that, I'll get someone to crack it one way or another. Rest now, I have to return to bridge to prepare for arrival of Medics"

As he walked in the bridge, a communications officer of Hawaii stood up and reported: "We have a Firefly-class ship on our scanners. They are requesting a permission to dock."

"Grant them permission and prepare the main cargo mooring point," John looked towards the nebulae and for moment he thought he saw a glimpse of ship's lights in distance, "Stand by and be ready to give all assistance they might need during the unloading."

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