Soft-spoken Bothan Combat Medic and Thief
OOC: Still working the Gyndine Shipyards if another strike force is wanting to join us. My little ragtag crew and I will take out what left of security on the first of the shipyards here before we move to take another one - we got through this one with (mostly) flying colors!
Weapon: https://starwars.fandom.com/wiki/"Renegade"_heavy_blaster_pistol/Legends
Equipment: Several standard medpacs, as Ralk is the team medic.
Gyndine System, Expansion Region
Gyndine Shipyards in planetary orbit
1202 Local Time
One of Ralk's moments to shine had come at last!
The albino Bothan squinted as she held forward one of Sadist's trembling pink hands - the one now sporting one less finger - with one clawed hand, her ghostlike fur tickling his flesh as she gazed over the cauterized, ashen stump where the Advozse's pinkie had been mere moments before. The Givin looked on with intense curiosity, almost with enough interest to have been a medical aide himself. If he survived this battle and a few more, Ralk made a mental note to speak to him about the prospect when this operation was over and they were safely landed back in the hold of the Black Sun Lucrehulk that was waiting for their many and varied deliveries just beyond Gyndine's sensor range.
To one side of Ralk and her glowering, grimacing, pink-skinned and single-horned patient the Givin leaned over the Bothan's shoulder, which she did her best to ignore, his fascination intense as he looked on; while Thunderhead (as she was now nicknamed) the female Ongree flashed a strange smile from her forehead-based and toothy mouth, those bizarre lower facial tendrils twitching in a strange battle-lust as she cast her bright, golden eyes around the area, the barrel of her Z-6 pointed upwards for the moment, as the coast was clear. Burn Scars the Lipless Gamorrean snarled gutturally, his heavy metal armor clanking over his rotund, if muscular body in front of Ralk and her Advozse companion to shield his teammates, while the three-winged Geonosian (Tripod - unoriginal, but fitting, the Bothan had thought) placed one bronze eye at the scope of his disruptor rifle, scanning the distant two doorways and one upper work platform periodically in case any more personal happened to make their way forward and discover them, his gossamer wings twitching every-so-often as he studied the three potential approach vectors!
Ralk held the ash-encrusted, burnt and bleeding stump before her critical purple eyes, which narrowed as she mumbled to him to keep the injured hand elevated. She opened a single medpac beneath her cloak at her waist, and removed a spray-bandage - a small bottle of liquid bacta that came in the form of an aerosol which could be sprayed over minor-to-moderate wounds, especially of a smaller size such as what the Advozse had received. A few releases of the aerosol over the wound left Sadist tilting his head back and yowling into the air, even the Ralk tightened her thin fingers' grip over his forearm, eyes still narrow and intensely focused on her patient's wound. For some idiotic reason that the Bothan couldn't surmise, Thunderhead's reverse-engineered mouth parted in a strange, cackling laugh at this!
While she wasn't Sadist's biggest fan during all of the few months that she had gotten to know him as an acquaintance during their few shared work assignments, Ralk didn't condone such scummy behavior from Thunderhead and her weird, flashy, dominance-seeking behavior. The Bothan's ears folded back and the fur along her neck raised in irritation, though Ralk kept her mouth shut.
Reaching into her medpac once again, a small portion of SynthSkin was removed, a standard beige variety that would absorb newly created skin cells and DNA over time, to then match the hue of Sadist's unusual skin color; the Bothan used two fingertips from the hand that wasn't holding her companion's wrist, to hold the FastFlesh product in place even as the Advozse cursed and bit his lower lip, fighting the impulse to pull away his injured hand, though Ralk's slim arms and hands were vastly stronger then they looked and she easily held him in her iron grip. After a few seconds, the Bothan removed her fingers, looking at the SynthSkin to be sure that it held, before nodding and flicking the second item between her fingers, readying her thumb on the plunger above a very large syringe. The large needle slipped in to the back of the top of what little remained of Sadist's finger, and he hissed through gritted teeth as the needle found its target, and Ralk's ghostlike digits worked the needle a little further, before her thumb depressed the plunger to inject her companion with a stim-shot; the cocktail injected would boost both his body's immune and healing response, as well as grant Sadist a boost of energy and aggression for the final upcoming fight.
Ralk replaced the spent syringe into her open medpac at her side, snapping shut the latch to close the little supply box even as the Geonosian grunted out a warning in broken Basic. The harsh Ba-Shoooom! of his disruptor rifle echoed in front of them, making the team flinch and the Gamorrean squeal out a warning! Ralk lifted her head up in time to witness the faintly glowing outline of an Elomin defender in an Enforcer's armor briefly glow to be consumed in faint orange light, before his molecular structure winked out of existence entirely from his vantage point on the upper platform; he had emerged silently from the doorway on the platform above and had begun to raise a rifle when the Geonosian shot at him.
Burn Scars yowled in fury, leading a hasty charge towards the nearest door to the first of their hangar targets, seemingly heedless to the prospect of the dangers ahead, his dull-colored, thick metal armor clanking with every step, even as the cackling form of Thunderhead the fat Ongree made her way along with surprising speed and excessive bounci-ness, her orange robes fluttering behind her like the tail of a comet, leaving the Geonosian, the Givin and the Bothan to jog along behind at a steady, yet cautious pace...
At least three of them knew how to use their heads...
Weapon: https://starwars.fandom.com/wiki/"Renegade"_heavy_blaster_pistol/Legends
Equipment: Several standard medpacs, as Ralk is the team medic.
Gyndine System, Expansion Region
Gyndine Shipyards in planetary orbit
1202 Local Time
One of Ralk's moments to shine had come at last!
The albino Bothan squinted as she held forward one of Sadist's trembling pink hands - the one now sporting one less finger - with one clawed hand, her ghostlike fur tickling his flesh as she gazed over the cauterized, ashen stump where the Advozse's pinkie had been mere moments before. The Givin looked on with intense curiosity, almost with enough interest to have been a medical aide himself. If he survived this battle and a few more, Ralk made a mental note to speak to him about the prospect when this operation was over and they were safely landed back in the hold of the Black Sun Lucrehulk that was waiting for their many and varied deliveries just beyond Gyndine's sensor range.
To one side of Ralk and her glowering, grimacing, pink-skinned and single-horned patient the Givin leaned over the Bothan's shoulder, which she did her best to ignore, his fascination intense as he looked on; while Thunderhead (as she was now nicknamed) the female Ongree flashed a strange smile from her forehead-based and toothy mouth, those bizarre lower facial tendrils twitching in a strange battle-lust as she cast her bright, golden eyes around the area, the barrel of her Z-6 pointed upwards for the moment, as the coast was clear. Burn Scars the Lipless Gamorrean snarled gutturally, his heavy metal armor clanking over his rotund, if muscular body in front of Ralk and her Advozse companion to shield his teammates, while the three-winged Geonosian (Tripod - unoriginal, but fitting, the Bothan had thought) placed one bronze eye at the scope of his disruptor rifle, scanning the distant two doorways and one upper work platform periodically in case any more personal happened to make their way forward and discover them, his gossamer wings twitching every-so-often as he studied the three potential approach vectors!
Ralk held the ash-encrusted, burnt and bleeding stump before her critical purple eyes, which narrowed as she mumbled to him to keep the injured hand elevated. She opened a single medpac beneath her cloak at her waist, and removed a spray-bandage - a small bottle of liquid bacta that came in the form of an aerosol which could be sprayed over minor-to-moderate wounds, especially of a smaller size such as what the Advozse had received. A few releases of the aerosol over the wound left Sadist tilting his head back and yowling into the air, even the Ralk tightened her thin fingers' grip over his forearm, eyes still narrow and intensely focused on her patient's wound. For some idiotic reason that the Bothan couldn't surmise, Thunderhead's reverse-engineered mouth parted in a strange, cackling laugh at this!
While she wasn't Sadist's biggest fan during all of the few months that she had gotten to know him as an acquaintance during their few shared work assignments, Ralk didn't condone such scummy behavior from Thunderhead and her weird, flashy, dominance-seeking behavior. The Bothan's ears folded back and the fur along her neck raised in irritation, though Ralk kept her mouth shut.
Reaching into her medpac once again, a small portion of SynthSkin was removed, a standard beige variety that would absorb newly created skin cells and DNA over time, to then match the hue of Sadist's unusual skin color; the Bothan used two fingertips from the hand that wasn't holding her companion's wrist, to hold the FastFlesh product in place even as the Advozse cursed and bit his lower lip, fighting the impulse to pull away his injured hand, though Ralk's slim arms and hands were vastly stronger then they looked and she easily held him in her iron grip. After a few seconds, the Bothan removed her fingers, looking at the SynthSkin to be sure that it held, before nodding and flicking the second item between her fingers, readying her thumb on the plunger above a very large syringe. The large needle slipped in to the back of the top of what little remained of Sadist's finger, and he hissed through gritted teeth as the needle found its target, and Ralk's ghostlike digits worked the needle a little further, before her thumb depressed the plunger to inject her companion with a stim-shot; the cocktail injected would boost both his body's immune and healing response, as well as grant Sadist a boost of energy and aggression for the final upcoming fight.
Ralk replaced the spent syringe into her open medpac at her side, snapping shut the latch to close the little supply box even as the Geonosian grunted out a warning in broken Basic. The harsh Ba-Shoooom! of his disruptor rifle echoed in front of them, making the team flinch and the Gamorrean squeal out a warning! Ralk lifted her head up in time to witness the faintly glowing outline of an Elomin defender in an Enforcer's armor briefly glow to be consumed in faint orange light, before his molecular structure winked out of existence entirely from his vantage point on the upper platform; he had emerged silently from the doorway on the platform above and had begun to raise a rifle when the Geonosian shot at him.
Burn Scars yowled in fury, leading a hasty charge towards the nearest door to the first of their hangar targets, seemingly heedless to the prospect of the dangers ahead, his dull-colored, thick metal armor clanking with every step, even as the cackling form of Thunderhead the fat Ongree made her way along with surprising speed and excessive bounci-ness, her orange robes fluttering behind her like the tail of a comet, leaving the Geonosian, the Givin and the Bothan to jog along behind at a steady, yet cautious pace...
At least three of them knew how to use their heads...
