Nar Shaddaa

She was'nt sure about the Hutt hospital but she got a good impression from the cute blond doctor when they got to bust out the kids.

She sent a message to Moyr and waited for him to arrive

Moyr would arrive eventually, but for now she was in transit after receiving the call.

Cole, grumpy at missing the huttball team party, had been about to finish clinic hours for the day when he got the call. The clinic itself didn't actually close at night, so it was a simple enough matter to welcome the pair when they arrived.

Private Yongo had been relieved of duty, so Cole was slouched in the doorway to his 'office', leaning against the frame with his arms loosely crossed when Baesal arrived. "Jedi Zyn, please, come through," concern washing over his expression.

Baesal followed the instructions in silence

''Good evening doctor...I am sorry to call upon your services so late'' she finally said in an apologetic tone

Cole took one look at her condition and shook his head. He didn't close the door all the way, expecting Moyr to arrive, but enough to allow some privacy. "Please don't apologise," he helped her up onto the high examination table, "just lay back and think about pleasant things while I tend to this, all right?"

Tapping his spectacles to turn them on, he adjusted the mechanical arm over the table, bringing the mediscanner clamped there closer. Carefully, Cole peeled back the ruined sleeve to look more closely at the severed limb.

There was little he could do but tidy the wound and prepare the bone for grafting. The lightsaber blade had done the hard work, cauterising the blood vessels and neatly bisecting the nerves, any competent surgeon would be able to fit a cybernetic replacement.


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[D10 EN] Baesal Critical Injury (Medicine): 2eP+2eA+1eB+3eD 0 successes, 2 advantage

2 Advantage converted to Success as per GM.
Critical Injury: Maimed triaged.

She could not tell what he was doing but she felt a little better

''Thanks doc''

"I wish I could do more," Cole peeled off his gloves, tossing them in the bin, and ran his hand through his hair. "Will the Jedi Council assist with your medical needs? You need to look into a replacement as soon as possible."

She nods

''I think they would...a craftwoman with a missing arm is quite less efficient'' she took a deep breath ''But I don't think they will give me anything fancy"

"I understand you're quite the tinkerer. They might not provide anything fancy, but no doubt you'll have it modded in no time at all." Cole smiled lopsidedly, "just try to take it easy for a while, do you have someone you can stay with?"

''I'm likely to stay with the order, as usual. Why?''

Moyr finally arrived at the clinic and moved in, announcing it through a beep on the comm.

[Wounds: 10[
[Strain: 7]
[Crits: At the Brink (Hard), Stinger (Easy)]

Cole moved to the ajar door, opening it and indicating for the Twi'lek to enter as well. "You're going to want to try use your hand, and it won't be there. If nothing else, having someone to keep you from bouncing off the walls is a good idea."

"Lord Ahaya," he said by way of greeting the Sith.

''I'll assist if you allow it'' she said toward the doc

''Least I could do''

"Hello, good doctor..." Twi'lek nodded, her tired golden eyes sweeping through the man's form and braving a small smile before her attention rested on Baes. Her armless condition drew a cringe from her features, both of sorrow and fury and... something more.

"Of course, Jedi Zyn," Cole answered, running a hand through his hair. He had Moyr sit on the exam table. Her injuries were more general than Baesal's, and needed longer-term care than he was able to provide.

"Your sister came to see me earlier," he commented, hoping to distract the pair from their current pains, if only for a moment. "She's an amazing young woman."


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[D10 EN] Moyr Critical Injury (Medicine): 2eP+2eA+1eB+2eD 0 successes, 6 advantage

Gain +1 Boost for Baesal assist
[D10 EN] Moyr Critical Injury Assist (Boost): 1eB 1 success, 1 advantage

Gain +1 Boost for Baesal assist (Togruta)
[D10 EN] Double Boost on Assist (Boost): 1eB 0 successes, 2 advantage

Critical Injury: Stinger removed

[D10 EN] Moyr Wound Healing (Medicine): 2eP+2eA+2eB+2eD 0 successes, 3 advantage

Gain +1 Boost for Baesal assist (Togruta)
[D10 EN] Double Boost on Assist (Boost): 1eB 1 success

Healed 3 wounds (1 success + 2 ranks surgeon) and 3 strain.

Moyr subjected herself to medical ministrations with some unease.

"So it is public knowledge now that we are related?" Moyr sighed after wincing in pain, glancing at Baes. "Thank you, she is."

"Public knowledge, perhaps not. I played huttball with Aphr, she's everyone's little sister now."

"I don't know how I feel about sharing." Moyr chuckled dryly. The lack of her mask was as painful as ever. Some part of her wanted to get into Cole's head and rearrange a few things to make him less casual about things she deeply cared for and less aware of her in general. Still, the good doctor was doing a good work and she was not entirely ungrateful. She was also very tired.

"You don't have to share for long," he could sense awkwardness in the Twi'lek, and he kept his eyes on his work, fighting the urge to look in her eyes when he was speaking.

"Nar Shaddaa will be behind all of us soon enough."

"This is true." Moyr reluctantly agreed. "Was it any good for you, good doctor?"

A sly, pleased smile grew on the doctor's lips, "as much as I hate this shithole moon, it hasn't been a total loss."

"By the nature of how the world works, you can sometimes find gems in cesspits if you're not afraid of getting yourself dirty." Moyr moved her golden orbs at him, suddenly curious.

"Gems indeed," he agreed, and catching her golden eyes against her red skin, his smile grew, remembering.

Their eye contact ended with a slight cocking of her brow. "Am I missing a part of the picture though, good doctor?"

Finishing up with his administrations to her wounds, Cole mentally shook himself, "sorry, Lord Ahaya, I was just remembering a certain gem in Nar Shaddaa's rough."