Heal the World (D6 EA, Open)

[Nekoinu]

"Of course. Although lately we've been favoring the sledgehammer."

The woman let out a small laugh. "But that doesn't mean we don't need, say, surgeons as you put it."

[Cole Ormont]

Grunting, Cole finished his examination of the current patient, administered them an injection, and indicated for the woman to follow him. There was a small office at the back of the building, empty and desolate, a space on the wall like a gaping wound where a display panel had once been set. The duty nurse didn't even look at the pair as Cole ushered the woman inside.

He folded his arms over his chest and waited for her to speak, it wasn't much semblance of privacy, but it was an improvement over the rows of cots with their dying patients.

[Nekoinu]

The woman took off her surgical gloves and put them into a little plastic bag. She then put her leather gloves back on and stared at Cole. "Good to know you're willing to hear me out. The higher ups didn't agree with me but I told them I had a good feeling about you."

[Cole Ormont]

This isn't off to a good start, and immediately he's starting to regret this choice.

"First things first: who the hell are you?"

[Nekoinu]

"You've seen us on the news, haven't you? Or have you been too busy doing good work?" She held up her hands. "I almost prefer it that way if that's the case."

[Cole Ormont]

Cole's eyes darken and his lips compress into a fine line, he'd seen the broadcasts. Shaking his head, he scoffs, but he can't find a pithy retort to dismiss the woman with. His arms fall to his sides as he prepares to walk out.

[Nekoinu]

"What is the cause of all of the people in these clinics? The Hutts." She shook her head. "You may not agree with our methods but we do have a similar cause."

[Cole Ormont]

"Enemy of my enemy, huh? Murder in the streets isn't a sledgehammer, it's an orbital strike. I don't think we have as much common ground as you were hoping."

[Nekoinu]

"Oh I do not think we are alike at all. But I do have hopes you will comply." She pulled out a data chip and held it out to the surgeon. "There will be another attack today. The chances of our primary target surviving is slim but reality can be fickle. 'Do no harm' but would you keep that up if your most-hated enemy was at your mercy?"

[Cole Ormont]

Eyeing the data chip warily, "my most hated enemy, assuming I had one," he adds with easy glibness, "would be one thing, but how many bystanders are you expecting me to sledgehammer through to get to your target?"

The soldier Group Commander Ormont had groomed almost from birth experienced a knee-jerk reaction: there's going to be an attack today, I need to inform... he clamped down on the thought.

[Nekoinu]

"Nobody. You do not need to harm a single other person." Her eyes lit up with her smile. "Use those other talents combined with that data. You'll be able to do harm to the Hutts."

[Cole Ormont]

Jaw tight, Cole snatches the data chip from her fingers before he can change his mind. His leg is aching, his sinuses as well, I'll work out how to salve my conscience after I know what the data chip contains.

"What's in it for you?"

[Nekoinu]

"I know talent when I see it." She shrugged. "I'm an appraiser of potential recruits. Ordinarily I'd have someone tell you to meet us but I assumed you wouldn't bite." She tapped her goggles. "And ordinarily I wouldn't have shown my eyes."

[Cole Ormont]

"You're terrorists," he almost added you're worse than the cartels, but that would be like comparing terrorism to systematic repression, crime, and abuse. "I'll look at the data, but I can tell you now that you're wasting your time."

[Nekoinu]

"Terrorists, insurgents, freedom fighters." The woman nodded. "It'll allow you to blend in as medical personnel. I think it'll be useful for you." She winked. "I'll be there to make sure everything goes smoothly."

[Cole Ormont]

Looking at the data chip in his hand, "I assume this tells me where I need to be and when. It's not going to self desctruct, is it?" he deadpans, narrowing his eyes.

[Nekoinu]

"Why would I go through all this trouble to kill you?" She shrugged. "I would recommend destroying it afterward, though."

[Cole Ormont]

Cole guessed she didn't like the same holonovels he did as a kid. His hand closes around the data chip in a sort of gesture of acceptance, for now at least. "Are you going to hover there while I review this? I assume you have contingencies in case I turn out to be a real tip-yip-shit and don't show up?"

[Nekoinu]

"Of course. If I put all of my cards into your hands, I'd be a terrible planner." The woman looked back to the clinic and then back at him. "If you don't have any other questions, I'll get back to it."

[Cole Ormont]

"Oh, I'm sure I'll have questions," like: is there a tubeworm living in your brain, or has it moved on to better feeding grounds by now? "I shall just have to muddle through somehow."

[Nekoinu]

"Take care. I'm certain I'll see you about." She bowed her head and put on her goggles. The woman then heel-turned and departed from the clinic.

[Cole Ormont]

Cole leans against the wall and takes his datapad out. Before accessing the data chip, he checks for viruses and trojans.


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[D6 EA] Checking for Viruses (Computers): 1eP+3eA+3eD 0 successes, 1 advantage

[Nekoinu]

There was not anything noticeably wrong on the data chip.

[Cole Ormont]

He reviews the information on the chip silently, running a hand through his hair.

[Nekoinu]

The details were on the 'standard procedure' of Hutt Security medical personnel along with falsified credentials. There was a time and location at the spaceport for a suspected gathering of high value targets after the day's attack.