Character Sheet: Star Wars: Ruminations of the Force (Character Thread)Here[/URL]
Location: Raxus Prime Orbital Station -> Medical Clinic
Mentioned: Everyone
Interactions: Everyone
Outfit: Usual Attire, Dust Mask[/div]
Although it seemed as if the group had encountered a new member of their little entourage, the next phase of introductions would have to wait as an upbeat voice chimed out from a small building from up ahead.
"Hello there, folks! It seems like you are in need of medical assistance!" exclaimed a
Medical Droid, who was standing near a sign that read "Medical Clinic". Matiel turned around, flipping himself to face forwards once again as the droid approached the group, aiming a scanner directly at Rin. It started up at her face and quickly moved down her body, allowing the green light that shined from the tip of the device to cover the entirety of her body before it stopped. The droid then pulled back the scanner and examined it for a moment before turning its attention back to the group.
"It would seem as if this young specimen has been injured. Well, for the right amount of credits, our services ca--"
"Hey Tin-can," Matiel called out. He had heard the droid's repetitive speech more than enough times to know exactly where it was going, and he wasn't about to spend his afternoon listening to the various overpriced 'deals' the clinic had going on at the moment.
"Is Doctor Sura in?"
The droid paused, seemingly taken back by the interruption, but nonetheless, it responded soon after.
"Yes, Doctor Sura is working today, but I'm afraid she isn't currently acc--"
"Great, thanks." Matiel quickly added, once again making sure the droid didn't have a chance to finish. He gave the others a quick look and nodded, indicating that they follow after him. With fervor in his step, Matiel guided Rin, Reythaak, and the others, into the medical clinic.
Unlike the exterior, which was emblazoned with numerous garish neon-lights and seemingly worn-out metals, the interior of the medical clinic was surprisingly well-kept and sanitary, though the former was to be expected. After all; what kind of a medical clinic would it be if everything was covered in grime and filth?
The clinic itself was relatively small, only having one room which contained the reception and the examination areas, but there certainly was an abundance of room for everyone to move around freely without feeling cramped. Apart from the group, there were only two additional patients in the room; one was a Trandoshan who appeared to have a broken arm, and the other was a female Omwati, caressing her newborn child. Beside the new mother was another woman; a human with long black hair, dressed in a lab coat. In her hands was a data pad, which seemingly had her full attention. No doubt, the birth certificate for the new born.
With a smile, Matiel called out to her.
"Hey doc; got another one for you."
Doctor Yeal Sura let out a small laugh as she finished typing, setting down the data pad on a table near the Omwati's bed as she turned around.
"Mr. Ner'va... It's been a while. What've you brought me this time?"
Matiel gently used his free hand to pat Rin on the shoulder, perking his eyebrows as he spoke.
"This is Rin. She ran into a couple of ex-boyfriends a little bit ago, came out of it worse for wear. You mind fixing her up?"
"Are you going to pay me for it?"
"I thought it was the civic duty of a medical professional to assist those in need of aid without seeking payment?"
Dr. Sura let out a smile and crossed her arms.
"Not when she's owed several hundred credits by the same person asking for 'freebies' whenever he shows his stupid face."
Matiel pouted softly, playing up his angle.
"Aw come on, Yeal. I've told you; once I get my ship finished, I'll pay you back in full. Besides; how can you say no to this face?" he asked, smirking at Matiel as he addressed her. Unbeknownst to the rest of the group, minus those proficient in use of the Force, Matiel's fingers were twitching ever-so-slightly as he spoke. It was true that he and the doctor had a history and a friendship of sorts, but every now and again when it came to the well-being of others, it didn't hurt to throw in a little Force Persuasion.
The doctor let out a small sigh and puffed out her cheeks, her hands slowly falling to her sides.
"Fine. Ms. Rin, please make your way over to the examination table. Everyone else, you can all wait over there by the seating area."
Matiel nodded and slowly let go of Rin, gesturing for Saro to do the same. The examination table wasn't far from their current position, which would make it easy for Rin to get there on her own. Taking a few steps back, Matiel turned to the rest of the group and tucked his hands into his pockets.
"So, what brings you all to Raxus? Hot dates, bounties, or just sight-seeing?"
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The journey to the clinic was a tad bit of a blur for the young Twi'lek. Fading in and our of paying attention or focusing on her pain. Seemed the bastards had gotten in a good shot on her, judging by the throbbing feeling through her body. Yet, the next thing the red skinned girl knew, she was standing in the clinic. Hearing Matiel go back and forth with the doctor about why she should be looked at for free. The twi'lek gave Matiel a look as he claimed the people she had ran into had been previous boyfriends. As if she would ever deign to become involved with some of them. Giving him an annoyed look, she opted to stay silent for the interaction. As she made her way to the examination table, she cast a look back towards the group, particularly at the boy. Matiel had certainly used the force there, though whether or not he was one she could trust was a question constantly on her mind.
Rin turned her attention towards the good doctor, waiting until the woman came over.
"I can tell you what happened. I got shot by those guys who found me earlier. In the leg to be precise, must have been a good shot too." She said quickly to the doctor, hoping to be helpful as she moved the cloak to reveal a part of her red-skinned leg, clearly showing the bandages that the helpful medic had wrapped around her wound.
Dr. Sura nodded at Rin as she spoke and quickly got to work. After sliding on a fresh pair of gloves, she gently grabbed a scanner from the bedside table and analyzed Rin's leg.
"Looks like a standard blaster burn. Thankfully it didn't pierce the skin, so it's not too bad. I'll just go grab some Bacta spray; should clear it right up, though it'll sting a little." she said, smiling pleasantly at Rin. Turning around, Dr. Sura headed for some of the cabinets at the far end of the clinic and extracted a small metal canister with a spray nozzle. The basin was transparent and filled with a bright blue bubbling liquid; pure, unrefined Bacta fluid. As anyone in the galaxy would know; this was the good shit. Though many forms of medicinal Bacta were more than capable of healing the most basic of wounds, the products were usually refined through thousands of different procedures and usually lost more of it's potency. However; when it was unrefined, it was capable of healing even the most severe of wounds. Famously, one doctor many years ago was able to regenerate the lost limbs of a war-veteran by submerging him in a tank filled with unrefined Bacta fluid for three months. Though the process was slow; the results were impressive to say the least.
But Dr. Sura only had a small sample of the substance; just enough for the services that her clinic provided. With a wide, kind smile, she approach Rin once more with the canister and rolled back the Twi'lek's leggings so she could clearly view the wound and began to spray the Bacta. At first, the substance would have felt icy cold on her skin, followed by an intense burning sensation, but after another few seconds, it settled down and became a soft, soothing feeling. As the blast burns faded from her skin and the damage repaired itself, Rin would have felt like the sprayed area had just been massaged by the gentlest of hands.
Dr. Sura smiled at Rin and set down the Bacta canister.
"Well, that should be all, young Miss."
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The Clone said nothing as he tossed the unconscious man down in one of the chairs and sat across from him, blaster sat neatly across his lap. He had been quiet after the reply he had received from Twitch. What was he to think? He had no purpose anymore, other than serving himself. No higher calling, no duty. He had been bred a soldier, and now the soldiers had been sent home. Not that he had much of a home, Kamino may have been where he was bred, born, and trained, but he felt no connection to that place. No, his only family, his brothers, were gone. It was a harsh reality to face. He'd carry on though. He'd always had.
As Matiel was talking to the good doctor, he removed the helmet with the golden stripes, placing it on his lap and breathing in air that hadn't been pulled through the extremely efficient breathing filter in his helmet. Not seeing through the electronic display that was built in to the armor. If there was any doubt who he was, it was dispelled now, as the image of a man that was identical to the long dead bounty hunter Jango Fett was revealed. When Matiel returned, he said nothing. His purpose for coming here had been singular, get to the garrison, get transportation back to the war. Now there was now war, and thus no purpose.
The Old man was not so quiet. He had been watching the whole group carefully, absorbing as much as he could about who they were, what kind of people they were, conjecturing about their affiliations, and forming his own theories. It was with a twinkle in his eye that he had recognized that not only was he not the only person here with a force affiliation, but he wasn't the only force warrior as well. The boy had some experience, that was to be certain, but Jek would have been willing to bet that the boy had received very little formal training in the ways of the force. When he felt the ripple of the force persuasion that the boy used on the good doctor, a small grin touched his lips. Then came the boy's question. What was he doing on Raxis?
"For her, and possibly you, dear boy." is what he wanted to say. But how could he say such a thing without an explanation? No, it would have to wait until later, until Jek could corner him and the girl and explain who he was, the drive he had felt, and what he felt was his destiny to teach these two young force sensitives. He could of course, hint at it though.
"I'm certain we all have our reasons, but I came here looking for someone myself."
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Though Matiel had noticed just how upset the Clone Trooper had become after realizing the Republic had fallen, he knew his words would have little reassurance on him. The Clone Wars were an incredibly dark period of time for the Republic and for the Galaxy as a whole; how could one expect to just simply move on from that when they had lived it first hand?
But to offer some condolences, Matiel walked over to the Trooper and cleared his throat.
"You know, just because the war is over doesn't mean you can't still do what's right. There's a lot of people in this galaxy who need help... Maybe people who even still long for the days of the Republic. Personally... I'm a little old fashioned myself. I don't know much about the Clone Wars, but my grandfather fought with the Republic. He used to sing the praises of the Clones, especially those in the 501st and the 212th... Said they saved his life on more than one occasion." he explained, offering the clone a kind smile. Matiel knew it may not have meant much to Orun, if anything at all, but something in his gut told him that he should at least try. He and the Clone had something in common; they were both outcasts in the eyes of the Commune and, if they weren't careful, they'd both be hunted down.
But turning his attention to Jek as he spoke, Matiel smiled as the older man, his eyes perking with interest.
"Well that might be a bit tough, considering how busy this station is. Lot of people come through here on a minutely-basis. Though, if they're planet-side, that might be a bit more feasible..." Matiel said, trailing off as he thought of possible solutions to Jek's problem.
But he shook his head, flashing that 'Matiel smile' to him.
"Well, I'm sure whatever happens, it'll all work out for you. But if you need any assistance, I might know of a way to help your search go a little smoother. I'm building a shi--."
ATTENTION! ATTENTION! This is an emergency broadcast to everyone aboard the Raxus Prime Orbital Station!
Matiel paused, his eyes glancing towards the nearest intercom speaker with curiosity. The speaker sounded more uneasy then the usual monotonic voice; likely it was a humanoid rather than a droid who had taken the helm. What was all the hubbub?
To all visitors with ships in Docking Bay Sigma-9; the docking bay has been raided by the Jaai-Suhn Gang! Repeat; the docking bay has been raided by the Jaai-Suhn Gang. Any ships stored there have been taken. We are currently working to locate the stolen vessels, so your patience is appreciated, but we once again ask you to report any suspicious activity to an Officer. This concludes our emergency broadcast."
Puffing out his cheeks with a grimace, Matiel felt his body stiffen up at the announcement .
"Awh, that's rough..." he groaned, turning to the others.
"The Jaai-Suhn are scrappers; they make a killing here with all the ships that come through, but usually security is too tight for them to break through."
Matiel softly shoved his hands into his pockets, shrugging.
"Folk's who got their ships stolen rarely get them back. Security doesn't care about it if it's off the station, and those Junkers are likely half-way across the Galaxy by now. Hope none of you were parked there, otherwise... You're kind of stranded."