Doctor, Doctor (Day 0 Holochat - Night Saber)

[Cole Ormont]

Yup, I regret asking. "You did a kidney transplant without knowing what kidneys are, or what they do?" Cole raised an eyebrow, he couldn't help it, he was impressed. "I mean, you're almost right," he added, "they filter the blood and produce urine; and they can reabsorb water from the urine before it passes to the bladder, if the body is dehydrated."

[Ashla Vyliis]

Ashla had wanted to see his head explode. She was kinda disappointed. She shrugs. "Well, I was pretty sure they were kidneys. I mean that's what I told the guy I put the new one into it was. But I was wondering what the actual name for them was. Don't the body parts have weird long names for doctors?"

She mentally memorizes what he told her. Sure, close enough works most of the time, but it's nice to have right. Then a thought occurs to her.
Damnit. Does that mean it was the Force? Stupid magical powers.

Then, she finds what she's looking for. "Renus. Huh. I was expecting something bigger and fancier."

[Cole Ormont]

Cole shrugs carelessly. "Depends on how specific you want to be. In an emergency, you want to be understood, not fancy. Lots of acronyms."

[Ashla Vyliis]

Ashla nods, still looking through the datapad. "Acronyms, I see. I suppose that's more on the job training than in these books."

[Cole Ormont]

Damn, blindsided by that one. "Yeah, that's why I've been on a Medical Frigate for most of those seven years. Books alone won't do it; but there's no way you'll find everything you need to learn, even in the slums, with practice." He interlocked his fingers by way of demonstration.

[Ashla Vyliis]

Ashla internally rolled her eyes. This is a lot of trouble just to cut people up. No wonder dad just killed random folk.

But watches him interlock his fingers. "Hm?"

[Cole Ormont]

"A little knowledge goes a long way. A human patient presents with abdominal rigidity, high fever, and vomiting. They complain of severe pain in the lower left quadrant of the abdomen, and the area is sensitive to pressure. What's your differential?" Cole leans towards the comm-panel, his pale eyes intent on the image of the girl.

[Ashla Vyliis]

Ashla shrugs. "Without actually seeing the patient, I can't really tell. I can usually feel my way with the patients." Ashla grimaces. Damnit. Did I really rely on the Force that much? I thought I was a good doctor.

[Cole Ormont]

Disappointed, Cole sits back; I guess we won't be playing that game, would have been nice to have someone to spar with on an intellectual level, not sure what I expected.

"Do you have a mediscanner?"

[Ashla Vyliis]

Ashla nods and holds her hand out. After about 10 seconds, she tsks and walks over to grab her medical kit. Stupid Force. You should work when I want you to.

She comes back and shows her medical kit which is surprisingly well put together.

[Cole Ormont]

Slouching, he ran his fingers through his hair while he waited for her, but he leans forward again to look at her kit. "Good, good," he shrugs and sits back, "mediscanner'll do the hard work anyway."

"Why'd you go into medicine anyway?"

[Ashla Vyliis]

Ashla thinks for a moment. "Well, when I was little, my dad would let me play with the bodies. I always found them neat. And when Kidaja the Hutt had a problem, I was able to save him. He even released me from slavery. I realized I found my calling. I could have fun and get people to pay me for it."

[Cole Ormont]

Play? With the bodies? Cole swallows hard, unable to keep his expression neutral. Clearing his throat, he grabs onto what he hopes is the most obvious answer, "your father was a doctor, too, then?"

[Ashla Vyliis]

Ashla laughs. "You really should read my file. My dad is... was Ruvrass Vyliis, the serial killer. Your head is not going to explode is it? I was a kid. There wasn't much else to do until my dad got out of his trance."

[Cole Ormont]

All the colour drains from his face, white as a sheet. I thought that name rang a bell...

Cole faked a smile, or at least he thought he did, but really it was a grimace, as he reached for the datapad and brought up the dossier he hadn't gotten around to looking at yet. His eyes flick downwards at the wall of text and back up.

Fun.
Serial Killer.
Bodies.
Play.

Maybe his head wasn't going to actually explode, but he brought a hand to his temple, differential for aneurysm... headache, nausea, fatigue, yes; no vision abnormalities, balance okay, speech..? "Right, uh, I'm sorry?" not that Ashla sounded particularly sorry, but it seemed like the appropriate thing to say.

[Ashla Vyliis]

Ashla looks a bit confused. "Are you alright?" If he's reacting this way just learning about dad, then how is he going to survive Nar Shaddaa. There's some messed up things there.

[Cole Ormont]

Cole runs his fingers through his hair, pushing the curls back, but they just fell forward over his brow again. He waved the question away, showing any further weakness in front of the girl suddenly seemed like a bad idea, "I'm fine." He indicated to the image of the datapad in Ashla's hand, "you got any other questions? Other squishy things I can help you identify?"

[Ashla Vyliis]

Ashla shakes her head. "Nah. I'll do the reading." She pauses. "Why did you become a doctor?"

[Cole Ormont]

He shrugs, slouching in his seat, "not entirely by choice. Group Commander Ormont thought I should go into the military. When I was done with Basic, my C.O.," he cocks an eyebrow sarcastically, "suggested I might be better suited to a role in Intelligence."

Time to gamble, "I like putting people together better than taking them apart." He tries to play it off casually, with a half shrug.

[Ashla Vyliis]

Ashla cocks an eyebrow. Was that a dig? A quasi-deep breath. Ignore.

"Group Commander Ormont? Any relation to you?"

[Cole Ormont]

Cole snorts derisively, "you got your dad, I got mine. We all got issues." Granted, I still think I'd take Group Commander Ormont, sir, over her dad.

[Ashla Vyliis]

Oh. Touchy. Tsk. People and their daddy issues.

She holds her hands up. "I was just curious. I don't know how common that name is." Though it interesting, he doesn't say dad. "Why are you still here? I mean, you're an adult. Can't you just say 'screw this' and leave if you don't want to be a part of the military?

[Cole Ormont]

"I'm not offended, if that's what you thought. But I'm here because I enjoy the medicine, I'm a good surgeon, and a sure as hell didn't train for seven years to just quit the military."

He sucks his teeth for a moment, "the outcome of the peace talks will decide if I can do more good signing on for another four years, or going private. But there'll always be work putting ground pounders in Bacta tanks."

[Ashla Vyliis]

Seven years? I just put a sign on an abandoned house.

"But do you like being in the military? I'm sure a talented surgeon can save a lot of people pretty much anywhere."

[Cole Ormont]

"You like being a Jedi? Military wasn't my idea, but it hasn't been so bad. Sounds like we both learned a lot of anatomy from people in more pieces than they started in." He runs his fingers through his hair, and shifts in the hard chair.