Cassius Droma
Jedi Archaeologist
“Really, Cassius, we could have taken care of this on the Stardust,” T-4D4 bemoaned as he poked at his friend’s bruised and burned exposed side. The K-X series security-turned-medical droid applied another bacta patch and sealed it with medical tape.
“Might as well take advantage of the wonderful universal healthcare, right?” Cassius said, only wincing slightly as the droid’s cold, metallic hands did their work. “Didn’t have to use any of the supplies on the Stardust.” It was somewhat of a joke – the young Jedi had designed the light freighter with a fully functional medical suite, which was more than equipped to take care of his injuries. In reality, they were closer to the Chasin City hospital than they were to the landing pads.
“You should be alright now,” T-4D4 said, withdrawing his hands and standing up to full height. “Next time, just cut the mugger’s arm off.” The seven-meter-tall droid turned to the attending nurse that was required to supervise. “We’re done here, I believe.” The nurse merely nodded and moved on. Just as she was about to go to another patient, some sort of commotion at the entrance of the emergency ward pulled her attention.
Cassius looked in the same direction to see a rush of emergency medical personnel pushing in repulsor-stretchers with… children, on them. He didn’t have to be a Jedi to see the pain across their faces, but he certainly felt it, regardless. T-4D4 followed his friend’s gaze towards the entrance and sighed.
“I guess we’re not done here, are we?” he asked.
“Nope,” Cassius muttered, sliding off of the cot, his feet touching the ground. He sucked in a breath as a small burning pain took his side where the low-powered blaster shot had hit. Ignoring it, he put on his tunic as he made his way towards the steadily increasing number of children being taken into a triage unit that was being hurriedly set up. “What’s going on?” he asked over the shoulder of a doctor that was hurriedly grabbing vials from a cabinet.
“Not sure, looks like food poisoning,” she said, in such a hurry that she didn’t even bother to look over to see who she was talking to, and whether or not he should be privy to this information in the first place.
“I’m a Jedi,” Cassius said – it was a common opener to a great many offers of help. “Not a healer, but I can ease their pain.” It was at this point that she actually turned to them and gave the two an once-over. “And he’s a medical droid,” Cassius pointed over his shoulder.
“Start down there,” she pointed to the other side of the room, no time for gratitude or appreciation. This, Cassius understood – he was a man of action. Pleasantries went out the window when lives were on the line.
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“Might as well take advantage of the wonderful universal healthcare, right?” Cassius said, only wincing slightly as the droid’s cold, metallic hands did their work. “Didn’t have to use any of the supplies on the Stardust.” It was somewhat of a joke – the young Jedi had designed the light freighter with a fully functional medical suite, which was more than equipped to take care of his injuries. In reality, they were closer to the Chasin City hospital than they were to the landing pads.
“You should be alright now,” T-4D4 said, withdrawing his hands and standing up to full height. “Next time, just cut the mugger’s arm off.” The seven-meter-tall droid turned to the attending nurse that was required to supervise. “We’re done here, I believe.” The nurse merely nodded and moved on. Just as she was about to go to another patient, some sort of commotion at the entrance of the emergency ward pulled her attention.
Cassius looked in the same direction to see a rush of emergency medical personnel pushing in repulsor-stretchers with… children, on them. He didn’t have to be a Jedi to see the pain across their faces, but he certainly felt it, regardless. T-4D4 followed his friend’s gaze towards the entrance and sighed.
“I guess we’re not done here, are we?” he asked.
“Nope,” Cassius muttered, sliding off of the cot, his feet touching the ground. He sucked in a breath as a small burning pain took his side where the low-powered blaster shot had hit. Ignoring it, he put on his tunic as he made his way towards the steadily increasing number of children being taken into a triage unit that was being hurriedly set up. “What’s going on?” he asked over the shoulder of a doctor that was hurriedly grabbing vials from a cabinet.
“Not sure, looks like food poisoning,” she said, in such a hurry that she didn’t even bother to look over to see who she was talking to, and whether or not he should be privy to this information in the first place.
“I’m a Jedi,” Cassius said – it was a common opener to a great many offers of help. “Not a healer, but I can ease their pain.” It was at this point that she actually turned to them and gave the two an once-over. “And he’s a medical droid,” Cassius pointed over his shoulder.
“Start down there,” she pointed to the other side of the room, no time for gratitude or appreciation. This, Cassius understood – he was a man of action. Pleasantries went out the window when lives were on the line.
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