Helping Hand (D9 LM/EA, Open)

[Cole Ormont]

Silly things always are the ones that turn out worst.

Cole returned to the clinic he'd worked at the day before. Just because he was providing free care didn't mean that the token payment he'd get wasn't nice. He wondered if that made him a hypocrite. He also wondered if he was a bad person for preferring to work out of an actual clinic, with rooms and examination tables, instead of squatting in the dirt for his last few days on Nar Shaddaa.

Well, he was here now. Best get to work.


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[D9 LM/EA] Side Job (Medicine): 2eP+2eA+1eB+2eD 3 successes, 3 advantage

Credits earnt: 180

[Layne Hoshin]

Layne showed up in the late hours of the morning, sensing the need to get her wounds looked at. Always important that.

"Hey doc," she said as she wandered in to the place they'd agreed to meet.


((still have 2 criticals.... and 5 wounds because I'm dumb and didn't use another stimpack yesterday))

[Jo'ren Rath]

Jo'ren stuck his head in and frowned when he saw it was Layne again. Walking in, the frown became a chuckle.

"I guess we're your regulars now doc. Morning. What did you do this time Layne?"

The big Sith sat down on a chair that barely took his weight.

[Layne Hoshin]

"Had a fight with some Czerka target dummies," she said with a half-hearted wave to Jo'ren.

[Cole Ormont]

Cole smiled and greeted the pair. "C'mon through first, Layne," and waved her over. "Thanks for your help yesterday." He lightly tapped one arm of the spectacles he was wearing, and the lenses took on a faint blue sheen.

Today, distraction wasn't his problem. He frowned. "Layne, I'm going to ask you to consult with Ashla. I'm concerned by some of the readings on your chart, but I can't find the underlying cause. A pair of fresh eyes," and guidance by the Force, "could be a big help."


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[D9 LM] Layne Crit Injury (Medicine): 2eP+2eA+1eB+3eD 1 failure, 4 advantage

!!!! I think you need to see Ashla

[D9 LM] Layne Wound Healing (Medicine): 2eP+2eA+1eB+1eD 3 successes, 2 advantage

Healed: 5 wounds (3 success + 2 ranks surgeon)

[Layne Hoshin]

"Yeah, sure, sounds like an excuse to make me meet here but whatever."

She looked at him a little skeptically, though mostly because of the spectacles. What the hell were those? Surely nobody needed to wear glasses in this day and age.

[Jo'ren Rath]

"Heh, sounds like a walk in the park for you Layne." He seemed interested that they had been working together on something.

"You guys got a special project on the go huh? Guess these peace talks are infectious." He smirked and picked up a magazine.

[Layne Hoshin]

"Huh?" She seemed confused by the question.

[Jo'ren Rath]

He didn't look up from the interesting article about 'Repulsorlift armour for today's Hutt on the go'. "You've been helping Cole with something. Sith and Republic working together. Outside of the Huttball arena."

[Layne Hoshin]

"I was already personally invested in that, so it didn't really matter. Though I suppose I should thank you for the payment anyway," she said, looking at Cole.

[Cole Ormont]

Cole raised an eyebrow slightly, "payment?"


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[D9 LM] Bluff (Cool): 2eP+1eA+3eD 3 successes, 1 threat

Cool as a cucumber, but any half-competent slicer could probably trace the credits.

[Layne Hoshin]

Oh right, the payment had been anonymous. But Cole had been the only one she'd mentioned payment too, so it was a natural assumption to make. Still, he was pretty convincing, so maybe it had been Captain Alderaan anyway.

So she shrugged. "Well, whatever."

[Cole Ormont]

"But, you're half right. I'm not referring you to Ashla because I want you to meet her, but any excuse is as good as the next." He ran a hand through his hair. "Try and see her today, if you can," he had an ominous feeling.


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OOC: It says you can only recover one crit per day. The GMs may allow Ashla to make a separate attempt, seeing as I failed the roll (again).

[Layne Hoshin]

"I might. It's a busy day though."


((healing the crit won't help me in combats unfortunately, since pre-combat healing is already locked in))

[Cole Ormont]

Nodding, Cole indicated that it was the big Sith's turn.


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OOC: But it does mean one less crit for D10. Up to you, of course.

[Jo'ren Rath]

Jo'ren put the magazine down and walked over to the table. "Hey Doc, I went and hurt myself again." He smirked and took off his upper layer of armour revealing a badly bruised chest.

[Cole Ormont]

Looking over Jo’ren’s bruised and battered torso, Cole's expression didn't change, but he did run a hand through his hair, wetting his lips with his tongue.

The clinic had proper, private, exam rooms, and afforded little luxuries that the last place he'd operated on Jo’ren in had been missing. Luxuries like proper lighting, and a solid examination table that didn't creak dangerously with every movement, threatening collapse. Still, the table wasn't exactly designed for men like the pureblood, and would groan as the Sith settled back.

"Get comfortable," Cole suggested as he began laying out his kit.

[Jo'ren Rath]

"I'm comfortable most anywhere Doc." He grinned as he lay back on the table and noted that it complained far less.

"You setting up shop here longer term Cole?"

[Cole Ormont]

Cole shrugged, "the talks are almost over. I'm due to leave with the rest of the Navy contingent once they're concluded."

He hissed through his teeth as he began scanning and the data began to populate in front of his eyes. Disruptor weapons, he thought hatefully. “Fuck me,” he murmured, running a hand through his hair. He tapped the spectacles, “diagnostic overlay,” and the lenses sheened blue as the holomap was constructed over the Sith’s massive form. Placing both hands on the Sith’s stomach, slightly above and somewhat left of the navel, he carefully palpated the area, half watching the pureblood’s reaction, half watching the diagnostic overlay.

Pulling a stool up close, Cole sat down, with a double-tap to the spectacles frame he temporarily turned it off and looked seriously at Jo’ren. “There's significant damage, but it's localised. When you were hit, your skin, muscles, your organs began disassociating, turning into a jelly of amino acids and blood.” He made a gesture with both hands like something tearing apart.

“Aside from the damage to your body, there are globs of half-constituted biomatter gumming your muscles and organs together like glue.” It was time to get to the meat of the matter, “fortunately, it's a small area, but I do have to open you up. This is a bigger deal than last time, and I'm going to assume you don't want to be knocked out, and a nerve block would paralyse your legs for at least an hour.”

“I can give you local, a lot of it. You shouldn't feel much. Are you ready?”

[Jo'ren Rath]

Jo'ren nodded as he listened, scowling a little but not at the doctor himself.

"You know me well enough now Cole, I don't have time for any of that long-term shit, and you're too good a doctor to Mrs it up. I trust you to do what's best. We play ball together."

With that said he lay back on the table and tucked his hands behind his head. His huge muscles framed him rather nicely.

[Cole Ormont]

Cole took a deep breath and allowed himself a long moment to admire the Sith stretched out before him, the bulk of muscle mass, the spurs and barbs of his pureblood heritage, the sheer size of him. He turned the spectacles back on.

Unassisted, it would be a lengthy procedure, and he began with the local, infiltrating the Sith’s gorgeous carmine skin until half his abdomen was numb to the touch. He tapped a finger against Jo’ren’s stomach, checking the reaction, confirming the feeling was gone.

With the diagnostic overlay, he could see far more precisely where to cut, but Jo’ren didn't need to know that, and Cole lingered for a few moments, stroking the numbed flank before committing to the incision. The cut was larger than the one needed for the pureblood's thigh injury, and Cole cauterised the exposed edges of skin to slow the bleeding, the sickly smell of burning flesh filling the room.

He opened the wound, locking it with two pairs of retractors, creating a gaping hole several inches wide, glistening entrails pulsing in the light. More anaesthetic followed, numbing the muscles and a length of intestine. Implements flashed brilliantly in the light, blood vivid crimson against shining steel, scalpel and forceps in endless motion as Cole excised the damaged flesh, unrecognisable shreds of muscle and viscera plopping one after another into a clear dish. Digging deeper and deeper into Jo’ren’s body.

Cole paused to roll his neck, setting aside the implements and taking up a synthflesh applicator in their place. Painstakingly, he applied the flesh simulant, repairing perforations and incisions, carefully working his way back to the surface. He placed a few sutures in the pureblood’s oblique muscles, but he'd cut along the muscle grain, so they would pull less when the Sith moved.

Finally, he trimmed away the cauterised skin, pinching the wound together and sealing it with synthflesh, using both hands to gently press the sides of the cut together until the bond took. Peeling off his gloves, he cleaned the area and dressed it with gauze. “Try not to tear that open,” he finally said, breaking the silence.


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[D9 LM] Jo'ren's Crit Injury (Medicine): 2eP+2eA+1eB+2eD 4 successes

Critical Injury: Agonising Wound removed.

[Jo'ren Rath]

"Well I feel a hell of a lot better already. Looks like Huttball is back on the cards." He gave Cole a grin and reached down to poke carefully at the wound. "You're like some kind of medical genius Doc. You know, if you ever decide the Republic doesn't appreciate your skills I can find you a place in the Empire."

He swung his legs over the edge of the table. "Any side effect of the surgery I need to know about?"

[Cole Ormont]

Cole tilted his head, expression quizzical. "Jo'ren, what brought you to Nar Shaddaa, if you don't mind my asking?" He reached over and smoothed the dressing, probably unnecessarily, but the procedure had been a long one, and sensation should have started returning.

[Remmington Thalalas]

Remmington stops by the clinic in the late morning. He waves to the others when he gets inside. "Oh hey guys. Looks like you got a line up Cole."

He has a scar over his eye now but the eye appears to be still functional.


4 Wounds at the moment

[Cole Ormont]

Cole glances at Remmington's scar with interest; scars fascinated him and he found them strangely appealing.

Stepping back from the massive Sith, "if you notice any swelling, call me immediately. Otherwise, you're clear for whatever mayhem takes your fancy."

"C'mon through, Remmington, let's take a look."