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The first thing Red Alert was aware of was that he was on a floor in a bright room. The second was that he did not know where he was or how he had gotten there, which he took with about as much grace as one would expect. Immediately he jumped to his feet, whipping his helm around, fighting the urge to yell. It LOOKED like a medbay, but was certainly not the one on the ark, and no one awake in sight. Escape time. Quietly he shuffled to the closest door while continuing to scan around, bumping into a tray of tools next to a berth in his inattention. His frame stopped cold as the instruments clamored to the ground, surely announcing his presence to anyone nearby.