"Excuse me, still a ship captain" Kaylee proudly adjusted the collar of her shirt:
"I just don't have a ship at the moment. As for my leg, I would comment about prying but I am a tad proud of the story. It was during a mission, about three years back?
I was in command of a heavy cruiser called the B-401-Bodewig. A Union warship. At some point we received a distress call from a small village, they were being attacked by something. We set sail and engaged the enemy forces, doing our best to protect the civilians.
I led the shore party. Somewhere during the mission, I saw this one guy, very young, barely in his twenties, one of the civilians from the village.
An enemy unicorn was about to shoot a massive exploding spell at him.
I was too far to do anything to the unicorn. So I looked at the civilian, and he looked at me, and we both realized that he was going to die.
So I jumped in the way and took the hit.
My leg was blown off. But the civilians lived. Not a scratch on him.
It took me almost a month to recover. The pain was excruciating, the medication didn't help much and I was writhing in the hospital for a long time, before the wound healed and they fixed me up with a prosthetic.
But the civilian lived"
Kaylee proudly looked forward: "I don't know who he was. Don't even know his name. But he lived. I saved a life and only had to give up a leg for it. Never looked back. Never regretted it. Not even for a moment.
And If I could go back to that moment, I'd do it all over again"
She smiled and continued to march forward. The story somehow brought her in a mood of palpable joy. Pride almost visibly emanating from her.