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."

 

[Aren D'Shade]

Looking up as the ramp was lowered, she lifted an eyebrow at the pale visage at the top. He invited her in, and she accepted the offer, not responding until she was on board. Turning, she drew in a breath before speaking.

"Nothing is broken, and I'm not sick. I came to help, if you need it, and from the tired look on your face, you could use a break. I'm Aren D'Shade."

No clan. Not Mandalorian. Speaking Basic. And entirely human.

She looked around at the very well-stocked clinic. It was far from the look a thief might give, and way closer to what somebody with some medical knowledge might see.

"I'm fine on food as well, thank you for the offer."

At the moment, there weren't any patients, and Aren suddenly started to feel a little awkward. Maybe it was because she was still more accustomed to the logic of droids than organics, and she had the feeling she was about to get a swift boot up her rear.

"If you need the help..."

His impression of her being a girl wasn't going to be improved by this exchange.

Zet Reav

 

[Zet Reav]

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

"Nothing is broken, and I'm not sick. I came to help, if you need it, and from the tired look on your face, you could use a break. I'm Aren D'Shade."

Zet narrows his eyes at the girl. Several conflicting thoughts race through his mind. First off, she doesn't seem to be a local... which is not really an issue. Mandalorians are not a race, they're a creed for all who are willing to put in the effort. All the races can join them, if they're taught the basics. Maybe this girl is a brand-new member of their happy little group?

And second, but clearly more important, was the mention of Zet's tired look. That... that's just his face. Sure, he IS tired, but still. "Interesting way to ask for a job...." He mutters, perhaps a bit too low for her to hear, turning around to find himself a chair -and sneakily checking his own face on a nearby mirror. Surely he's not that bad, is he? Just... a few eye bags, right? Zet gives a few seconds after the girl speaks, extending the awkward silence. This is not a situation 'I'm testing you', this is more of Zet wondering if he is really over-working himself, trying to remember his recent schedules to compare the work times with the rest times.

Zet is proud, somewhat arrogant, and he sees the Force as a burdensome thing, but he did not get to be where he is by ignoring the facts. He glances at the girl. Maybe she has a point, but this is not Zet's first time being approached for a job. As the owner of a company, it is his job to separate the useful and the eager from the mad and the useless. Just because he has a very lax ethical code when it comes to research and development, doesn't mean he's a monster.

"Alright, I'll bite. Tell me, what you can do? Any past experiences? Maybe Zet could use the help. If anything, he can probably leave some work for this girl so he can take a nap or two.