This time there were three and a small pile of trunks and storage cases. A weary, bruised, dishevelled looking Vulcan with messy black hair, bright green eyes dressed in a one-piece dark blue jumpsuit under an open, sleeveless burgundy robe. An unconscious female in a long white shift and laid stretched out on a long white stretcher. She had curly brown hair twisted in an unravelling braid lying on top of her torso. There were small sensor nodes attached to her temples and forehead, but other than that she looked as though she were just sleeping. An older female with black hair pinned up in a neat coif dressed in white and pale green stood beside the stretcher holding a medical-kit in one hand, a tricorder in the other. Within a split second of materializing she turned to the unconscious woman to scan her.