Private Chase the Light

[Aren D'Shade]

Mandalore. A planet Aren had never been to, but now that she was numbered among them, she decided to visit. Having been here once, she could now teleport back from anywhere in the galaxy should the need arise. It wasn't something she normally flaunted or told anybody about. In fact, she kept her ability to use the Force a secret. There were far too many people who disliked others like her simply because they could use the Force.

She had on a leather coat and a worn brown bag hung off her shoulder. She didn't feel any danger here, but once in a while, somebody with a helmet looked at her oddly. She wasn't one of them yet; she hadn't taken any vows or even really learned much about the society. In hindsight, she should probably change that. With the holonet at her disposal, she could reach out and pluck it from the waves. Yet, she didn't do that. Instead, she walked the unfamiliar roads that led these people to a place they called home.

A place, Aren didn't know if she would ever truly have again. Drawing in a breath, she noticed the clearly marked medical facility built for those who might be considered the unwanted. Just the place she could stalk and maybe pick up on her hobby again. The hobby that cost her a home on Denon and a lab full of items she'd not yet replaced.

Sancurary had been offered to her, and she wondered just how far she could blur the lines before she got bit again. Understanding how an organic's body functions would align well with her newly forming plan to work on them. She wouldn't intentionally cause anybody to die, but in the galaxy as it was...death came unexpectedly.

Waiting for the door to open, she walked into the familiar smell of hygienic materials and the clean interior of a homely medical bay.

Zet Reav

 

[Zet Reav]

Your local friendly(?) doctor
Aren D'Shade
Aboard Zet's ship​

When Mandalore (the individual) calls, Mandalore (the planet) listens. Gather and prepare, he said, we're branding our name in the galaxy with hot iron... again! Or something like that, it's not a 1:1 copy of the message. Zet listened. And he came to the planet, where everyone does their part to help. And Zet is a lot of things, but lazy is not one of those. So he got his ship landed somewhere easy to be found and let everyone know he was there acting as a doctor for those in need. No payment required, but some payment is sometimes given.

So far, he's got a little pile of food resting in the kitchen/lab. Not bad. Zet cleans his hands and finds himself a seat to take a quick nap. There's a smell of hospital in the ship, something he has grown fond of over the years, and everything is kept clean by his droid, which is currently resting in a corner, recharging. Life is good. He did some good work healing patients, the mandalorians are on their way to success, and he is about to have a good nap and-

Someone's outside the ship. Zet was keeping an open doors policy (or lowered ramp policy?) so anyone can com aboard and get medical care, only closing it during nap times. Like now. "What the Huth...." He groans, standing up and shaking the lazy away. Zet puts the helmet on a nearby table and opens the button to lower the ramp for his possible-new-patient. Most of the lower level, where the soldiers would wait to charge in case of battle, is now being used for his living quarters.

Well, living quarters/kitchen/medbay/laboratory. It just works. He stands on top of the ramp, eyeing the young girl, trying to find any visible wounds on her. He gestures for her to come in towards the medical/laboratory part of the hold. For a small clinic aboard a transport vessel, Zet is very well stocked. "Come on in and tell me what is broken. There's food if you want."