Humans Are Space Orcs: The "Stabby" Crew

The flashing red lights and blaring radio signals ripped you from your routine. A frantic emergency SOS from a human freelance ship – the USS Stabby. Humans. You'd heard the stories, dismissed them as tall tales. As a trauma doctor, you dealt in fact, in the cold, hard science of biological limitations. But now, a human ship was requesting immediate medical assistance at your facility. Against your medical training, you felt a jolt of shock. Humans were supposedly deathworlders, predators. And now, one was coming here, needing your help.

The doors of the main medical unit burst open with a roar of engines that seemed impossibly loud. Three figures rushed in, pushing a fourth in a wheeled chair. Long waves of electromagnetic radiation painted the front of the injured figure a burning red, visible even to your infrared-attuned eyes. As you quickly flipped on your universal translator, you heard one of them say, "It's gonna be alright captain, you're going to be fine, just don't move your head."

You moved forward, expecting to find a corpse, but a quick scan showed a functional circulatory pump. Then, from the figure with the metal rod sticking out of their eye socket, came a voice.