Doctor Needs A Doctor [Cole's Room] (D4 LE)

[Ashla Vyliis]

Ashla proceeds to brace and place splint on the leg. "Alright. That will do for now. Thanks captain."

[Cole Ormont]

Cole unbuttons his jacket as he sits. He's wearing black boxer-briefs, and they make his pale, skinny legs look even whiter. Rolling his eyes as he leans back in the chair, legs carelessly splayed, "I'm sure you've seen worse, Ashla. No need to be so prudish."

[Niall Organa]

His expression unchanging, Niall let that pass. "Thank you, doctor." He said to Ashla.

"About that letter of resignation..." Niall's lips twitched. "Any way I could talk you out of that?"

[Cole Ormont]

Cole pinched the bridge of his nose, "I'm not going to sit around talking duty in my skivvies. If someone could kindly pass me a clean pair of pants?"

[Ashla Vyliis]

"Where are they?"

[Niall Organa]

Niall let an eyebrow drift upwards. "You sure you want an officer digging around in your things?" Nevertheless, he did so, until he managed to dig out a pair of pants that seemed reasonably clean.

He extended his arm, handing them to Cole. "There. Now talk. No more dodging my question with broken legs and lack of pants." He said with dry humor.

[Cole Ormont]

The Petty Officer's quarters are flawlessly tidy. Clean uniform pants folded in a drawer, far more neatly than they way they hang off him would suggest, clean shirts next to that. An officer's uniform hangs in the narrow wardrobe with a pair of spare field jackets. The lack of personal effects is conspicuous. There's nothing in his room but his medical supplies and his clothing.

"Oh, Captain," Cole cocks an eyebrow, "I've got better pantless distractions than that, but there's a..." he looks at Ashla, "lady present."

He pulls on the clean pants, standing to drag them up over his skinny ass and button the fly. He indicates to the bed, about three steps away, "I'm going to sit at the end of the bed, if that's acceptable to everyone? Captain, take a seat," and he indicates to the vacated chair.

[Ashla Vyliis]

Ashla helps him. She's not in the mood to listen.

[Cole Ormont]

As he settles, he squeezes Ashla's hand and mouths 'thanks'.

[Ashla Vyliis]

Ashla just gives him a nod of acknowledgement.

[Niall Organa]

Niall settled himself in the indicated chair, sitting just as straight and proper as he always did. "You sure you're okay?" He asked, his forehead creasing lightly.

[Cole Ormont]

"It's just a fracture; any day outside a kolto tank's a good one, isn't that what they say?" he answers drily, playing down the sheer force needed to snap the heaviest bone in the human body.

[Niall Organa]

Niall shook his head, and then turned, smiling, to Ashla. "You've known him longer than I have. Is it always this hard to get him to answer a question?"

He turned his gaze back to Cole. "Maybe we should start with what happened? From your point of view. This isn't anything formal. I'm just asking. If you prefer, I can come back later."

[Cole Ormont]

"It's all in my report, Captain, but as Ashla doesn't have military access..."

He runs a hand through his curls, "Ashla and I had wrapped up at the clinic for the day. I was being accompanied by Private Joro Finama, as per your instruction. I..." his lips pinch together tightly, "I'd left a stimpack on the ground next to my chair, so I went back to get it."

"A Hutt's goons were ransacking the place. The Hutt demanded 2000 credits. I refused. Private Finama was shot in the back, three times."

[Ashla Vyliis]

"You should have contacted me. I had the credits. I could have paid for you. Could have. I spent them now."

[Niall Organa]

"Okay." Niall nodded, his expression solemn. "I read the report, yes. I wanted to see if there was anything else. Sometimes things get left out. Completely understandable. You've had a hell of a day."

He pursed his lips. "How does this lead to you resigning, though?"

[Cole Ormont]

"The issue isn't credits," Cole's eyes turn hard, "I don't owe the Hutts anything, and I will give them nothing. Not when those credits could have gone to improving the shelter."

Turning his attention back to the Captain, "you can thank Ashla for that. She's been doing a very thorough job of convincing me that I can do more good by going freelance."

He hasn't gotten to the part that ends with getting his leg broken.

[Ashla Vyliis]

"This is Nar Shaddaa. People owe the Hutts for breathing."

[Niall Organa]

"I see." Niall said with a sigh. He gave Ashla a glance, but didn't add anything to that.

"So... what happened next?" Niall nodded at the leg. "I gather they wanted to give you something to remember them by?" His tone was dry, and gently disgusted.

[Cole Ormont]

"Not exactly. One of the Hutt's enforcers didn't like my tone. Felt the need to teach me some manners," his tone is dry.

[Niall Organa]

Niall sighed. "Okay." He offered the injured man a faint smile. "Anything else? On or off the record? Seems only fair that I make the offer."

[Cole Ormont]

"This isn't political. Ultimately, the peace talks have to come first. Aside from that," anger rips through him, lines forming around his eyes as they hardened, mouth tightening, "I'll gut him like the oversized slug he is."

His nostrils flare, there is a beat. "I've been told watch out for debt collectors. For the remaining credits."

[Ashla Vyliis]

"I have some contacts. I'll see what I can do."

[Niall Organa]

"Ah." Niall's lips twitched. "I would ask that you stay safe. And that you not take any unsanctioned action. The hutts are powerful and dangerous here."

He glanced at Ashla. "Would it be possible to find out if Kidaja had any holdings separate from Dango? Generally speaking, but also I'm interested in knowing if the clinic hurt Dango's bottom line, or just Kidaja's."

[Cole Ormont]

"There is no 'safe' on Nar Shaddaa," Cole grunts, and I'm not going to hide here like a frightened child.