7/21/2011 Image:Doac jpg.JPG Chromia's lying on one of the medical berths hooked up to a coolant drip. The small, clear tube tapers off into her arm, injecting the glowing blue fluid into her system. She's slightly disoriented from the previous day's surgery, but her instincts as a solider allow her to push past the throbbing and turn her head to the sound of Horizon's entry. Her voice, while normally gruff in the first place, sounds slightly dry, as if cracking from a lack of lubricant in the vocalizer tubing.