by Cole Ormont » Mon Jun 19, 2017 2:13 am
"Right," he mutters, getting to his feet with difficulty. The painkillers can't blot out the pain, but they are taking the sharp edges off. He doesn't need a mediscanner to know that he has a femoral fracture, probably at the distal end of the bone. It's unlikely the fracture is complete, it just needs to hold my weight until I get back to my quarters.
"Private Finama's body needs to be delivered back to the Republic compound and his commanding officer notified."
Petty Officer | Navy Surgeon | Republic | Forever Alone | ProfileOUTFIT: Diagnostic Spectacles, Heavy Clothing, Backpack, Utility Belt.GEAR: Standard Medpac, Respirator, Datapad, Fusion Lantern, Flask.Accompanied by Pt. Pir Yongo, Republic Soldier from Dantooine, when in the Red Light District.LANGUAGES: Huttese.Some guys have all the luck, some guys get all the breaks, I get to roll my dice, ain't it nice?