shadowbloodmoon
First Post
[sblock=Bol]
It hadn't been long since you had a drink, so you are uncertain why it was that this one affected you as much as it did. The Rodian that was drinking with you seemed nice enough. As your vision went from blurry to almost black, you saw the Rodian holding.. what was it? BLAM!
When you awoke, you were in some sort of holding cell. The Rodian was standing behind a blastproof glass barrier taunting you. As if the headache wasn't enough. He said something about a bounty on your head..first to collect it..some drek about him being the best hunter..whatever. You went to say something back, but instead of words, drool came out of your mouth. And blood. It seems as if you had been beaten a bit too. Attempting to move any part of your body resulted in pains that agreed with your earlier diagnosis. Somewhere you were swearing about getting this hunter back. Soon as you could move properly. He was still raving about himself when you fell into blackness again.
Expecting to hear his voice when you regain consciousness, you instead find yourself sitting in an infirmary of sorts. Nothing fancy, a bacta tank here, a few beds there. There was a nurse of sorts. If you counted the older model medical droid that was checking your vitals constantly. It is then that the doctor walks in....
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[sblock=Kesler]
Another run to the Rim they said. It'll be a nice break from city life they said. Blast it all, they were full of bantha snot. Tatooine has to be the hottest place you have ever been. Step outside and your skin tans instantly and burns a split second later. At least on Naboo you only had one sun to worry about.
Here, you've been given control of a field hospital. or something like that. A bacta tank a few beds and a busted medical droid hardly qualified in your book, but it's what you got. The local police would bring you stab wounds, blast burns and all that stuff. They wouldn't mention how the patient got them, though you suspect more than a few were made by the local police themselves.
Your latest patient was different however. He seemed to be a drifter, at first, though the well made blaster and the clothes seemed to inidcate something a tad more sophisticated, even of only he could speak in complete sentences. The sergeant said he was found badly beaten and bruised out on the street after a gunfight broke out at some local watering hole. He was unconscious when they got him to you and his wounds needed serious healing, so you tossed him in the tank for a day and then had the medical droid extract him and place him in one of the beds. He was still unconscious when you left him.
You return to check on him an hour later and he is sitting up in bed, looking as if he was lost. Probably was...
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Bol, meet Kesler. Kesler, meet Bol....
It hadn't been long since you had a drink, so you are uncertain why it was that this one affected you as much as it did. The Rodian that was drinking with you seemed nice enough. As your vision went from blurry to almost black, you saw the Rodian holding.. what was it? BLAM!
When you awoke, you were in some sort of holding cell. The Rodian was standing behind a blastproof glass barrier taunting you. As if the headache wasn't enough. He said something about a bounty on your head..first to collect it..some drek about him being the best hunter..whatever. You went to say something back, but instead of words, drool came out of your mouth. And blood. It seems as if you had been beaten a bit too. Attempting to move any part of your body resulted in pains that agreed with your earlier diagnosis. Somewhere you were swearing about getting this hunter back. Soon as you could move properly. He was still raving about himself when you fell into blackness again.
Expecting to hear his voice when you regain consciousness, you instead find yourself sitting in an infirmary of sorts. Nothing fancy, a bacta tank here, a few beds there. There was a nurse of sorts. If you counted the older model medical droid that was checking your vitals constantly. It is then that the doctor walks in....
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[sblock=Kesler]
Another run to the Rim they said. It'll be a nice break from city life they said. Blast it all, they were full of bantha snot. Tatooine has to be the hottest place you have ever been. Step outside and your skin tans instantly and burns a split second later. At least on Naboo you only had one sun to worry about.
Here, you've been given control of a field hospital. or something like that. A bacta tank a few beds and a busted medical droid hardly qualified in your book, but it's what you got. The local police would bring you stab wounds, blast burns and all that stuff. They wouldn't mention how the patient got them, though you suspect more than a few were made by the local police themselves.
Your latest patient was different however. He seemed to be a drifter, at first, though the well made blaster and the clothes seemed to inidcate something a tad more sophisticated, even of only he could speak in complete sentences. The sergeant said he was found badly beaten and bruised out on the street after a gunfight broke out at some local watering hole. He was unconscious when they got him to you and his wounds needed serious healing, so you tossed him in the tank for a day and then had the medical droid extract him and place him in one of the beds. He was still unconscious when you left him.
You return to check on him an hour later and he is sitting up in bed, looking as if he was lost. Probably was...
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Bol, meet Kesler. Kesler, meet Bol....
