A Surprise Visit

[Doctor Zendu]

Location: The Office of Doctor Robert Zendu's Private Practice, the planet of Belasco.

Trying to finish up the day's paperwork sometimes felt like an insurmountable task to Doctor Robert Zendu, galactic psychiatrist. So many patients, so little time. The Doctor had a sudden influx of new patients lately, surmising happily that perhaps his name was getting around in the galaxy. This was a good thing. It helped him to afford his luxurious home office which sat atop a glittering Belasco skytower.

The upswing in business also allowed him to keep up with the most cutting-edge and experimental treatments the galaxy could offer. Talk therapy was his specialty, but Doctor Zendu was constantly on the lookout for new and sometimes controversial ways to help his patients.

He let his receptionist leave early and before sitting back down for paperwork, poured himself a glass of whiskey. Even a Doctor needed his vices now and then.

[member="Sirak Kolar"]

 

[Sirak Kolar]

Sirak's feet trodded on the ground, the cool brisk air of the night rushing past his flushed face. Every second passing, he feared he'd lose the man on his shoulder, and his own wounded chest. Desperately, he looked around, from sign to sign, looking for something or somewhere to fix what had been done. It was his fault he was in this situation, afterall. The Hutt would have never injured either of them if it weren't for him waking up, or running away.

His sprint came to a sudden halt, spying across a long street a digital screen showing Doctor Zendu and his address. All Sirak cared about what the title "Doctor", and all other words blurred as he set off in his sprint to find the office of this man. A short rain began to fall, his clothes getting soaked. The lizard like man on his shoulder rustled slightly as he sprinted, but remained unconcious. If there was some other way of carrying the poor fellow at the time, Sirak would have done so.

Finally, after winding through alley and aley, he finally found it. His face bunched up as he quickly went to knock on the door, looking to either side before crying out with another few thuds.

"Help!", his voice cried out, the rain soaking his face.

{ [member="Tesar Osted"] | [member="Doctor Zendu"] }

 

[Tesar Osted]

Tesar slipped in and out of consciousness, his body slowly failing. He hung limply around Sirak's shoulders, his legs dragging slightly behind him. His head hung, legs dragging and arms draped over the Zabarks large shoulders, his body was completely useless. He could feel the blood seeping through the rough bandages thrown across his back and down his spine in hopes to stop the bleeding and keep him alive that much longer. It felt oddly soothing, reminding him of the swamps he grew up in. His mind was a puddle of thoughts, sounds and images from his life. His nest and the swamps he grew up in; the first time using a light saber and the hum associtated with it; learning to pilot a ship; being beaten for apologizing one too many times. It was all in his mind at once, confusing him and sending his mind into chaos. He was jarred back into consciousness every so often as he brushed against a wall or his foot got caught on a pothole in the ground, as he waited... Completely and totally at the mercy of whoever Sirak recruited to help them.

 

[Doctor Zendu]

Before the Doctor settled back down with his glass of whiskey, he suddenly noticed a strange scene on one of the security Holocams on his computer. Down below on the ground floor, there was a man, knocking on the door to the tower. Around his shoulders was draped another man who looked gravely injured. There was no doubt that they were being ignored by the surly security guard at the front desk. His brow furrowed. He couldn't let a man die like that out in the streets. Doctor Zendu sprang from his desk, grabbed a white coat, rubber gloves and a med kit, then took the elevator downstairs. Whisking past the bewildered doorman, he ran through the lobby and burst out the front door.

Up close, he saw that one man was a Zabrak and the other was a lizard-like alien of a species that looked to be vaguely Trando'shan. The wounded man was slick with so much blood that even the cold rain wasn't washing it away. The Doctor turned to the Zabrak man.

"It looks like your friend badly needs a Doctor," he said excitedly. "Quickly now, let's get him upstairs. You can tell me all about what happened to him on the way up."

He opened the door for the men and ushered them inside, the three hurrying through the lobby, and past the protesting doorman who was miffed about the large swatches of wet blood on his marble floors. Up the elevator they went until they were inside Doctor Zendu's office.

The Doctor pressed a security terminal on the wall, and a door opened with a hiss. With a light grunt, the psychiatrist pulled out a large Hover table from his walk-in medical supply closet and placed it in the middle of the room, the door closing behind him.

"Quickly now, help me get him up here!"

[member="Tesar Osted"] [member="Sirak Kolar"]

 

[Sirak Kolar]

Sirak eye's watched the Doctor, a veil seeming to numb his reactions before nodding, resting the large Barabo onto the floating gurney, causing it to momentarilly wobble. The lizard lays on his stomach, a large vibroblade spiking upwards from his back with a magnificent shine despite the blood. Rain soaked the poor man, each article of clothing he wore a heavy darkened shade than their normal hue. He held no belt, and seemed entirely unarmed.

The Zabrak on the other hand was clad in a large black cloak, falling in a tattered mess at his waist. His belt was covered, but a momentary glance would reveal his nearly thigh length hilt of his double edged lightsaber. His face was stern, almost cold and he showed no emotion and spoke no more words than the muffled cry for help he had said before. His stare was focused on the Doctor, watching him, waiting.

Any motion he made, he watched, and he followed him wherever he was heading. He only spoke a few words as they finally started their trek to an office or facility to work.

"He's hurt. Work of the Hutt's of Coruscant. Vibroblade wounds and laser marks.", he said, showing no signs of injury himself.

{ [member="Tesar Osted"] | [member="Doctor Zendu"] }

 

[Doctor Zendu]

The doctor snapped on some rubber gloves and grabbed a white coat from his closet. From the looks of the man's injuries, this was going to get messy. He grabbed a large med kit and plunked it on his desk, retrieving bandages, a syringe, some bacta patches and surgical tools. Robert gave the man's injuries a once-over. He wasn't sure he would be able to pull out the large knife himself, but the strapping Zabrak who had accompanied his friend looked burly enough to.

"Can you get the knife out? I'll be waiting her with bacta patches once it comes out."

He busied himself over the man's prone figure, rubbing some salve on the man's burns. "What happened to both of you anyway?"

[member="Sirak Kolar"] [member="Tesar Osted"]