Nar Shaddaa

Craw dragged himself through the Red Light District. He was in his armor, and the helmet thankfully covered the pained face beneath it. He spotted the doctor's office and entered the reception area.

A droid receptionist greets him and says, "Welcome, how can I assist you? Cash only and all payments are up front."

There is a few other people here with varying injuries, The interior is clean and well kept with chairs for the visitors to wait.

Craw clears his throat before he speaks. "Yeah, I, uh, I need a few injuries looked at. How much would that cost?"

"One hundred credits for the first visit, you can purchase a membership for 300 credits for three months and that will reduce all future visits to 75 credits each," the droid replies.

Craw thinks for a moment before answering. "Aw hell, I'll spring for a membership. Got a feeling I'll be needing a lot of patching up in the future." He chuckled as he got the proper amount of credits from one of his pockets.

"You get front of the line privileges, go on back the Doctor will see you," the droid replies after accepting the payment.

Craw nodded. "Well thanks." He said awkwardly before continuing to the Doctor's office.

In Huttese the chiss doctor says, as he enters the clean office, “Armor off, now.”

Craw was somewhat taken aback. His first instinct seeing the red eyes and the blue skin was to run. He let out a small noise that resembled a panicked wheeze and froze on the spot. It took a bit for him to regain his senses. "Uh... Sorry?" He finally mumbled.

She just looks at him and waits. Finally she says, “I have seen a naked male before, remove your armor.”

The doctor taps at a data pad.

"Uhh... Yeah. Okay." Craw said, his tone somewhat betraying his uncomfortability. He took his armor off, and when finished, tried to avoid looking at the Chiss.

She examines his injuries and says in Huttese, “Not immediately life threatening but rather severe. You got the worst end of a savage beating, next time I recommend dodging.”

She stabs the area with a needle and begins working on clearing up one of his injuries. She frowns and adds, “That is resolved, take it easy or don’t but return to me tomorrow and I will look at your other injuries.”

“You can put your clothes back on, human.”

OOC: Slowed Down critical is cured.

Dr. Tiskra - Medicine vs Easy Critical + Boost for lab: 3eP+1eA+1eB+1eD 4 successes, 2 advantage

"Damn..." He gave a nervous chuckle. "I can never get tired of you Chiss and your dry wit." He began putting his clothes on again. "I'll probably be back tomorrow. Cause dodging isn't as easy as you'd think."

"Find a new profession then," she counters.

"You saw the armor, so you know that ain't an option, honey!" He gave a laugh, which was stifled even as it left his mouth. He looked to the Chiss, awkwardly as he put his helmet on. "...Forget I said that."

"I will attribute this behavior to some form of brain trauma, which reinforces my earlier assessment of occupation adjustment," she says noting her records.

"...Professionalism! I appreciate that Doc..." He exclaimed as he turned to leave. "I'll uh... See you tomorrow." He said, awkwardly, as he left the office.

"I am sure I will be here," she replies and then nods to her droid to send the next patient.