The approaching ship grew closer, the Red Cross inscribed on the side becoming more and more clear as the vessel drew near. The ground shook slightly, and the hum of engines filled the air. Papers and trash scattered as the air from the rotors hit the ground. On Tretchka, this was the closest thing you could find to an angel. God had forgotten this planet. Or, perhaps he simply regretted forming Meriis in the first place. God or no god, there were still poor souls who needed assistance, and by whatever deity exists, that ship would save them.
The Medivac. A flying hospital. Or, more specifically, a repurposed space battleship. Able to go anywhere, anytime on the surface of that planet. It was mostly hollowed out for room. It was legendary in it's own regard, heralded as a bringer of life. It was literally the first ship that the Party hadn't coated in guns, and even had its own branch of government. The Ministry of Health and Wellbeing, created specially to maintain the medical units i