Just Feel Better: The Prequel (D10 MA)

[Aphr Ahaya]

She giggled again, and took a half-step back. She wasn't quick enough to escape him if he was fast enough, and she was grinning.

[Cole Ormont]

Cole was awkward, completely without grace, but the room was small and he had long arms. It didn't take much for the doctor to bend forward and wrap his arms around her waist, lifting her bodily from the ground. "Well, you cheeky thing, what will you do now?"

[Aphr Ahaya]

There was a small cry of surprise, and her legs flailed around a little as she tried to wiggle out of his grip. She was still giggling though like the young girl she technically still was. "I'll get out of your grip!" she said between giggling, rather unsuccessfully.

[Cole Ormont]

Laughing, he gave the girl a squeeze and loosened his grip enough that she could break free without difficulty.

[Vec Gunnar]

As Cole and Aphr were horsing around, there were the steps of some Sith troopers that stopped over where the good doctor was offering his services. It was just two, and they approached without their weapons in their hands so that they wouldn't be mistaken for trying to impose a hostile take over.

Vec took off his helmet and called out from around the doorway, not seeing what the laughter was coming from. "Hey doc, if you're too busy with someone else there, we can look elsewhere."

[Cole Ormont]

Cole smirked at the little Twi'lek and gently put her down.

Outside the door, a Repbulic officer, broad shoulders, nearly no neck, and probably near enough no brain either, brought himself to attention. Private Yongo didn't salute, he apparently didn't recognise Imperial rank, he held out a hand, "just a moment, sir, Petty Officer Ormont is with a patient."

Cole came to the door behind the Private, "Vec!" Cole smiled, "stand down, Private. Hey, c'mon through Sergeant."

[Vec Gunnar]

Vec casually walked passed Yongo with the other trooper in tow once he was given the go ahead. He gave a momentary glance to Aphr and gave her a nod. "Hey, thanks for seeing me on short notice, figured you were close around here and I'm technically still working. Got an excuse to bother you and owe you that drink finally. Dont' know if there will be another time for it." He said as he showed a bottle of something, shaking the contents for show.

He gestured to the other trooper who was with him. The other trooper groaned and begrudgingly removed her helmet to reveal a human woman underneath, trim brown hair with what looked like a busted up nose and drying blood on her face. "My corporal here took a brick in the face, mind getting her patched up enough so she's not tilting her head back the whole shift?"

"You're welcome to join too," he said to the twi'lek, regarding the alcohol. "Good friends of the doc, yeah?"

[Cole Ormont]

Cole lightly kicked the door so that it came to rest against the frame, but didn't actually latch, in case Aphr decided to make a get away while Cole looked at the trooper's injury. Spying the bottle, he smiled lopsidely and sighed, "man after my own heart. Huh, I have, uh," he rattled around in one of the tiny cabinets and pulled out a pair of small beakers, about the right size for whiskey.

He washed them in the sink, and set them on the desk before turning to the trooper and examining her nose. "You shouldn't tilt your head back, if you don't end up choking on your own blood, you're as like to vomit. Better off leaning forward. Remember that next time."

[Vec Gunnar]

"Augh...I'm fine, really," Corporal Kala murmured in protest as her nose was getting inspected. She felt rather embarrassed enough that she took a brick to the face, only to be further ridiculed when she had to be dragged out here.

Vec seemingly disregarded her complaints and poured the contents into the beakers. "Some gand looter dropped this, didn't really get the name of the drink before he ran off. It's got something floating in it, so I figured it must be refined...something."

He picked up a beaker and gave it a small whirl, it didn't change colour on him at least.

[Cole Ormont]

Cole turned his mediscanner on the fluid, examining the chemical structure, "there's nothing toxic in there, at least, but you'll have to try it to know if it's gonna taste any good."

Returning to the trooper, "yeah, you're fine, so long as you're happy to look like you took a brick to the face for the rest of your life. Now, Vec over here, he can work that look. You? you, I think will be better off once I've," he placed his thumbs on either side of the bridge of her nose and manipulated the cartilage with a sudden, sharp crack.

He applied a splint and cleaned up the blood. "You're done, go keep Private Yongo company," he indicated towards the door with his head.

[Aphr Ahaya]

The little Twi'lek waved to Vec, giving him a smile. "Heya" she said with a smile "I don't want to impose, I can step out if you need privacy to work. He's looked at my wounds already."

[Vec Gunnar]

Vec raised his brows when Cole bothered to scan the liquid but didn't say anything, he was a doctor after all. Nevertheless, he nudged the glass over. "It's either going to taste good or hit you like a blaster, either way should be good enough."

"Ow! Ow!" Kala cried out in complaint when Cole worked on that nose. It was admittedly hard to put up that tough front when you were feeling your own nose getting cracked back in the right spot. She begrudgingly bit back a groan and fetched her helmet under her arm on her way out. "Yeah, thanks..."

"Yeah, you have her thanks. Now she can probably finish the shift without drowning in her own helmet," Vec said, snickering at her direction.

He then narrowed his eyes on Aphr for a moment, slowly recognizing her. "Hey, aren't you that twi'lek from the Starcross?"

[Cole Ormont]

Cole accepted the beaker, sniffing at the drink dubiously as he draped an arm over the Twi'lek's shoulders, "and the best little huttballer on Nar Shaddaa, right kid?"

Shrugging with his other shoulder, Cole knocked back the shot of rocket fuel in the glass. He coughed, "mmm, smooth," he deadpans.

[Aphr Ahaya]

"Well, the best of my height" Aphr said with a giggle "but that's because the rest of the team was Coles height. I did my best, but at times I felt like I could just run under peoples legs."

[Vec Gunnar]

"Mm, there's advantage is that," he nodded, regarding her height. "A shame about the arena, I was getting started yesterday and someone decided that people were having too much fun there. Wouldn't be surprised if they toss us off the moon by the end of the day anyway, aw well."

Vec tossed the drink back and let out a grunt at the strength of the drink. "Ooof, meant for gands, all right. You sure you don't want any?" He asked Aphr as he looked about for another beaker.

[Cole Ormont]

Cole gives Aphr a friendly poke in the ribs and scrounges up another beaker for the Twi'lek, though some instinct makes him want to warn her off the drink that smells like... well, he didn't actually have an analogy for it.

"It's definitely a shame. The Crescent Shadow must of been getting jealous. I never thought I'd miss anything about this shitty moon, seems I was wrong."

[Aphr Ahaya]

Aphr accepts the beaker after a moment, nodding. "Well, I suppose I can have some" she said with a smile "just a little though, I don't really drink much and I'm sure the doc doesn't want a little drunk Twi'lek in his office."

[Cole Ormont]

Patting her on the head, "I think Vec and I can handle one little Twi'lek, no matter how slippery she might be." He offered up the beakers for a second round.

[Vec Gunnar]

"Yeah, it was a pretty lousy place, all things considered," he nodded in agreement. "Can't say I had the worst time here but I'll be glad to be off the Hutt's turf when it is all over."

Vec nodded and poured the second round for Cole and himself, as well as the first for Aphr. "Depending on how rowdy you actually get. Too much of a handful, I might just leave you with Cole. I'm still on the clock and this is Republic territory, sort of."

"So, what awaits you if you're going to be off this moon?" He posed the question to the two as he took a sip from his beaker.

[Cole Ormont]

Cole nursed the beaker in his long fingers, pulling the stool up and sitting, hoping to make the little Twi'lek not feel like she was being towered over by the men. As was his habit, his knees were wide, adjusting a dusty pants leg as he sat.

"Could still all turn for me on the outcome of the talks."

[Aphr Ahaya]

She accepted the cup with a smile and a nod of thanks. "For me, my first trip off here ever. I'm leaving, and likely never coming back. There's a lot more space for me to see, and I think I can be of more use there than here. Plus...I've had enough of Hutts for one lifetime."

[Vec Gunnar]

"Right, guess the talks would make things matter in the short run," he gave a shrug. It wasn't like he was going to be finding himself doing anything different regardless of the outcome. "Don't really see a good doctor sitting on the sidelines either way."

"Yeah, you can say that again." He nodded to Aphr's comments about Hutts. "Didn't even get a chance to talk to one face to face here but still felt their tails just around the corner..."

[Cole Ormont]

"Well, that's exactly it, right? If it's to be war, then I get back on a medical freighter and dropping soldiers in kolto tanks. If peace is the order of the day, that opens up whole new avenues for a skilled doctor." He runs a hand through his hair.

"I don't suppose breaking out on your own, mercenary of fortune style, is your thing?"

[Vec Gunnar]

Vec gave a small shrug and took a gulp of his drink. He figured that there would never be absolute peace, there were always skirmishes that never big enough to talk about or someone to tussle with around the corners. "Yeah, avenues..."

He inclined his head once, "I considered it, yeah. I know there's been a lady around here that's been putting the thought in my head. Apparently, the pay is better and the action is plentiful. Doesn't sound all that bad, actually. Don't want to stray too far but I'd be willing to look into that."

[Cole Ormont]

"Yeah, I've been thinking of free-lancing. A certain lady," Cole was willing to bet it was the same one who'd put the idea in his own head yesterday, "has been giving me pause for thought. Go where I want to go, instead of where I'm ordered to."

Running a hand through his still-damp hair and taking a sip. "If change is coming, might be worthwhile jumping on that train."