(Coruscant)
Xaltienne was on Coruscant for two reasons. The first was to file some paperworks about his discharge that apparently had been misfiled and he needed to refile them. That had been a pain. Normally, he could have done this at any Sector Rangers base, but that led him to the second reason he was on Coruscant: Lena Goordyr was supposed to be on the planet, giving a speech about medical care and how terrible laws such as the one recently passed on Chandrila impacted that negatively. Xaltienne hoped to get a glimpse of her after his business at the good ol' HQ.
He had seen a couple old colleagues from his Sector Rangers days. First had been Vera Coulter, whom he had served under for a brief stint. Xaltienne knew he creeped some people out, but Coulter was one of the few unphased by his personality. He had forgotten about her skill to remember faces, but lo and behold she recognized him right away, name and all. Even remembered his brand of cigara he smoked. She told him where the smoking area was before they parted ways.
Another familiar face was Smace Barrel, the Chevin secretary that seemed to do the work of 4 people. She led him to her office, where they began to fill out the boring paperwork. She remembered him, but not as fondly. She was among the many who found him to be... unnerving. Not that he cared. But it was nice to see a familiar face. (And ugly as it was, the knowledge Lena's face would shine upon him later today let him struggle through).
One form done. Now for the next. This one would be a bit different as it covered his home address, which had changed from when he last filed this forms. Previously it had bee
Xaltienne suddenly found himself regaining consciousness. He hadn't recalled losing it (or his mind, some might say, but that's a debate for another time). As his senses began to awaken, he took in his surroundings. The room stank with ash and fire, with the grey tones sprinkled all around to match. A pounding in his head hurt like a nerf in labor. He scoped the area, once logic returned, something Coulter had drilled into his head. Part of the ceiling had fallen, likely knocking him out. Fires were everywhere, but small, not an immediate hazard. Smace was in the corner of the room, her face unrecognizable. He checked for vital signs but found none.
As the ringing in his ears began to die down, he realized noise was still happening outside the room, the door still shut. Suddenly there was an explosion outside, causing the room to shake. He stablized himself by holding onto Smace's desk (or rather the corpse of the one prestine desk).
The hell is going on? Xaltienne panicked.
Xaltienne pressed the open button, but it did nothing. As such, the freelance doctor shoved against the door with his shoulder, dislodging the broken lock. He then peeled the door open. From the newly accessed hallway, if one could call it that at this point, he saw the massacre of droid parts and a couple survivors. He came out to see the tailend of, quote, the "pasty white arse" of a woman running away, with two men in subliminal states remaining put, one apparently surprised with the revelation that she was a doctor. To be fair, Xaltienne was surprised too. Why would she abandon these two obviously-injured men.
Running back into the room, he grabbed his abandoned backpack and raced back to the two men, stealing a medpac from its burlack sanctuary. "Don't worry about Doctor Killjoy, I'm a doctor too, I can help." Xaltienne executed the first step of triage, assessing who was in worse shape. Scruffy (@Elikar Bridhec) had less injuries. The shoulder looked off, possibly dislocated or broken. A bloody nose; could be a sign of mild trauma or hemorrhage (if the latter, he wasn't equipped to deal with it). Big Nose (@Lorcan) was worse off. His breathing was labored, and showing indication of chest pain.
Xaltienne approached Big Nose, unfastening the chestplate of the armor and ripping apart the shirt to gain access to Big Nose's chest. The colors on the pallet the man called a chest were clear signs of some broken ribs, along with likely some internal bleeding; mild, from a cursory glance. As he began to apply bacta and conduct first-aid treatment, he marveled at how damaged the armor was; it likely sacrificed its life to save his. To distract Scruffy from the pain, Xaltienne asked, "What the hell is going on here?" The man had a pistol in hand, having reloaded in when he first exited Smace's office, clearly out to continue fighting in... whatever was going on. Xaltienne, however, had to dash these dreams. "Sorry to tell you, bub, but you're not exactly in fighting condition. You might be able to get up and move, and fight, but you shouldn't. Your injuries will exacerbate if you continue. What I'm giving you now is a temporary solution. You might not feel all the pain right now and for a while, but it's not gone, for sure."
Xaltienne turned to Scruffy. "Symptoms, now." Xaltienne began to examine Scruffy more closely, examining the bloody nose. He placed one hand on Scruffy's shoulder to stablize him, giving the impression it was to better see down the nasal cavity. His other hand grabbed the wrist belonging to his dislocated arm, acting as if taking a pulse. Waiting for Scruffy to nearly complete the first sentence in his self-report, Xaltienne suddenly popped the shoulder back into place. Not giving Scruffy much time to complain, he ordered, "Continue."
@MasterTyvokka @Nefieslab
Xaltienne was on Coruscant for two reasons. The first was to file some paperworks about his discharge that apparently had been misfiled and he needed to refile them. That had been a pain. Normally, he could have done this at any Sector Rangers base, but that led him to the second reason he was on Coruscant: Lena Goordyr was supposed to be on the planet, giving a speech about medical care and how terrible laws such as the one recently passed on Chandrila impacted that negatively. Xaltienne hoped to get a glimpse of her after his business at the good ol' HQ.
He had seen a couple old colleagues from his Sector Rangers days. First had been Vera Coulter, whom he had served under for a brief stint. Xaltienne knew he creeped some people out, but Coulter was one of the few unphased by his personality. He had forgotten about her skill to remember faces, but lo and behold she recognized him right away, name and all. Even remembered his brand of cigara he smoked. She told him where the smoking area was before they parted ways.
Another familiar face was Smace Barrel, the Chevin secretary that seemed to do the work of 4 people. She led him to her office, where they began to fill out the boring paperwork. She remembered him, but not as fondly. She was among the many who found him to be... unnerving. Not that he cared. But it was nice to see a familiar face. (And ugly as it was, the knowledge Lena's face would shine upon him later today let him struggle through).
One form done. Now for the next. This one would be a bit different as it covered his home address, which had changed from when he last filed this forms. Previously it had bee
Xaltienne suddenly found himself regaining consciousness. He hadn't recalled losing it (or his mind, some might say, but that's a debate for another time). As his senses began to awaken, he took in his surroundings. The room stank with ash and fire, with the grey tones sprinkled all around to match. A pounding in his head hurt like a nerf in labor. He scoped the area, once logic returned, something Coulter had drilled into his head. Part of the ceiling had fallen, likely knocking him out. Fires were everywhere, but small, not an immediate hazard. Smace was in the corner of the room, her face unrecognizable. He checked for vital signs but found none.
As the ringing in his ears began to die down, he realized noise was still happening outside the room, the door still shut. Suddenly there was an explosion outside, causing the room to shake. He stablized himself by holding onto Smace's desk (or rather the corpse of the one prestine desk).
The hell is going on? Xaltienne panicked.
Xaltienne pressed the open button, but it did nothing. As such, the freelance doctor shoved against the door with his shoulder, dislodging the broken lock. He then peeled the door open. From the newly accessed hallway, if one could call it that at this point, he saw the massacre of droid parts and a couple survivors. He came out to see the tailend of, quote, the "pasty white arse" of a woman running away, with two men in subliminal states remaining put, one apparently surprised with the revelation that she was a doctor. To be fair, Xaltienne was surprised too. Why would she abandon these two obviously-injured men.
Running back into the room, he grabbed his abandoned backpack and raced back to the two men, stealing a medpac from its burlack sanctuary. "Don't worry about Doctor Killjoy, I'm a doctor too, I can help." Xaltienne executed the first step of triage, assessing who was in worse shape. Scruffy (@Elikar Bridhec) had less injuries. The shoulder looked off, possibly dislocated or broken. A bloody nose; could be a sign of mild trauma or hemorrhage (if the latter, he wasn't equipped to deal with it). Big Nose (@Lorcan) was worse off. His breathing was labored, and showing indication of chest pain.
Xaltienne approached Big Nose, unfastening the chestplate of the armor and ripping apart the shirt to gain access to Big Nose's chest. The colors on the pallet the man called a chest were clear signs of some broken ribs, along with likely some internal bleeding; mild, from a cursory glance. As he began to apply bacta and conduct first-aid treatment, he marveled at how damaged the armor was; it likely sacrificed its life to save his. To distract Scruffy from the pain, Xaltienne asked, "What the hell is going on here?" The man had a pistol in hand, having reloaded in when he first exited Smace's office, clearly out to continue fighting in... whatever was going on. Xaltienne, however, had to dash these dreams. "Sorry to tell you, bub, but you're not exactly in fighting condition. You might be able to get up and move, and fight, but you shouldn't. Your injuries will exacerbate if you continue. What I'm giving you now is a temporary solution. You might not feel all the pain right now and for a while, but it's not gone, for sure."
Xaltienne turned to Scruffy. "Symptoms, now." Xaltienne began to examine Scruffy more closely, examining the bloody nose. He placed one hand on Scruffy's shoulder to stablize him, giving the impression it was to better see down the nasal cavity. His other hand grabbed the wrist belonging to his dislocated arm, acting as if taking a pulse. Waiting for Scruffy to nearly complete the first sentence in his self-report, Xaltienne suddenly popped the shoulder back into place. Not giving Scruffy much time to complain, he ordered, "Continue."
@MasterTyvokka @Nefieslab
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