Suffice to say, even with everything going on, she was still susceptible to the calls of potential patients across the galaxy, and word of mouth was beginning to spread of the Doctor's capability. But, when her comm pinged the location of a potential patient making a housecall from the Deep Core, she was mildly surprised. The last time she had been on Coruscant... it had been some time ago, and it involved... Roman. If I were to guess, he was definitely...
That thought was cut short by the descent of her taxi, and the driver informing her. She paid her fee, and then wordlessly stepped out, one hand sliding into her pocket, the other gripping her bag. Instead of meeting at a house, the message said an alleyway.
She slipped her hand out of her pocket, and on one of her vibroknives. She was dressed in her professional armor, long white hair pulled away from her face. But she kept her senses out... waiting. Hoping that just once she was actually wrong, and she wouldn't have to thrash more gangsters and lose yet another potential patient.
Too much time spent on the Outer Rim. If this was some kind of sick joke to beat up a Doc, she'd be damned if she wasn't going to take a couple goons down with her at the same time.
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That thought was cut short by the descent of her taxi, and the driver informing her. She paid her fee, and then wordlessly stepped out, one hand sliding into her pocket, the other gripping her bag. Instead of meeting at a house, the message said an alleyway.
She slipped her hand out of her pocket, and on one of her vibroknives. She was dressed in her professional armor, long white hair pulled away from her face. But she kept her senses out... waiting. Hoping that just once she was actually wrong, and she wouldn't have to thrash more gangsters and lose yet another potential patient.
Too much time spent on the Outer Rim. If this was some kind of sick joke to beat up a Doc, she'd be damned if she wasn't going to take a couple goons down with her at the same time.
@Nefieslab