"EVERYBODY! TO STATIONS!"
Marbos voice breaks the rushing chaos of the sickbay as he enters the door.
"BELKA! TO SURGICAL STATION THETA! INTERNS! MAN YOUR ASSIGNED DESKS!"
Nobody on the ship has probably ever heard Marbo yell before, but the chaos in his medbay has riled him up, as well as his own self-anger because he took a nap. Good doctors dont nap.
As he enters the sickbay, all four of his arms are pointing wildly and directing traffic, while he speaks so fast it sounds like hes almost talking over himself. "Get one of the survivors to stasis, actually, scratch that, Lt. Comm. Darcy is in there. Interns, i want antibiotic sedative injections an hour ago. Belka, get the young woman to surgery and perform a full suite of tests. If lifesigns drop, administer adrenaline and antiobiotics. The pirate will be relocated to my station."
Marbo grabs the gurney with the still surviving pirate on it, two of his hands pulling the gurney, one of them applying his respiratory protection system, and the third spraying the other three down with an antibacterial chemical wash mist.
It takes him a few minutes to clear the sickbay, but he gets his patient into an operative position and begins to run scans on it, checking the heartrate, brain impulse levels, and other indicatiors for whatever there is going wrong inside these prisoners.
Once the scans and other tests return to verify what belka has said, he looks to commander cassano.
"Commander. Zlam. Please come here, i would like you to witness whatever is occuring to these people."
Marbo grabs a Las-Scalpel, and checks the pirates vitals.