Faction Coruscant Calamity Clearance (SMA)

[The Healing Hand]

It was a normal day in the Casualty Department of Galaxy General Medical Center. The station was still relatively new so they were nowhere near capacity. News of fighting in the core had staff constantly wondering if they would be called upon to help in the aftermath. Today it seemed they would be called on before it was all truly over.

"Galaxy General, This is Captain Eva Rostova of the civilian transport vessel Stardust Drifter. We have just completed a retrieval operation of a disabled transport originating from Coruscant. The transport is heavily damaged, and we have many injured individuals on board requiring immediate medical attention.

We are currently en route to your location and anticipate arrival within the next standard hour. Please prepare your medical bay for mass casualties. We will provide a more detailed manifest of injuries upon approach.

Your immediate assistance is crucial."

Stardust Drifter was a small tug assigned to this area by some Outer Rim Corporation that was not recalled by the medical staff. They dropped in on occasion when a crew member had a minor injury. This time it was nothing of the sort. In its tow was a medium civilian transport. Engines aflame and from the report of Captain Rostova, they had many injured.

The charge nurse for the Casualty Department was in charge of receiving the incoming emergency transmissions over the comm. The veteran Mirialan nurse was quick to move to the comm to reply. "This is Galaxy General. We have received your message Stardust Drifter, we will be ready to receive patients when you arrive. If you can get rough numbers ahead of arrival of major and minor injuries that would be helpful, but I know you aren't trained for that. We will be prepared for the worst."

"Thanks Galaxy General. We haven't been able to make contact yet with the crew. We are trying to board to get more info for you. We have heard civilian chatter over comms and it doesn't sound good. See you soon Galaxy General."

With a sigh the Mirialan nurse switched from comms to stationwide announcement system. "Attention all on-call emergency personnel report to the Casualty Department immediately. We have a mass casualty situation. ETA under one hour."

This would be the first real test of what the SMA had put together. How the team would handle a disaster was going to be discovered soon. The staff was led by veterans so it wasn't that they lacked skills or even know-how. But this would be the first experience for most of them together. That was always going to be a troubling thought until they got through their first test. Now was the time for them to put up or shut up.

 

[Aelindra]

Location: Galaxy General Medical Center
Tag: The Healing Hand

Under the shadowless lighting fixture of Surgical Suite Four, Aelindra’s long, delicate fingers moved in an unbroken dance of protocol and precision, arranging surgical instruments according to purpose, blade curvature, and priority. Her wide, ink-dark sclera remained affixed to her work as the announcement echoed down the corridor, giving warning of an imminent mass casualty situation. In that, there was neither shift in her breath, nor falter in her seamless ballet of preparation. In spite of the fact that she had only just finished a duty shift, the surgeon worked as if she were fresh, her inhumanly wide eyes not showing signs of exhaustion.

And to those who worked around her, it seemed that they never had.

“Arrange the bays for multi-species trauma,” Aelindra murmured to the red-haired scrub technician at her side, her tone coming as smooth and cold as polished glass. “Have we received information regarding the species composition of the incoming?”

“No, doctor,” the technician replied. “I believe the charge nurse is still attempting to gather that information,” she added.

Aelindra’s ultraviolet-sensitive eyes swept across the instrument table, cataloging every reflection, millimeter of durasteel, and laser focusing lens in much the same way that a priestess might inspect an altar before a sacrifice. The surgeon paused, adjusted a retractor by half a degree, then resumed her work.

Minutes later, Aelindra stripped off her gloves in a fluid motion and draped her surgical mantle over an arm. With a pacy, yet graceful stride, she strode out of the operating bay. Medical staff cleared a path almost instinctively around her, the seemingly predatory nature of her presence drawing sheepish stares, only for their eyes to gingerly slide away when her gaze met them in turn.

Upon reaching the threshold of the Casualty Department, the din of preparation rose around her: med-droids gliding past with auto-gurneys, nurses hauling triage kits, orderlies shouting over the clatter. Aelindra did not slow. She made her way to the receiving area, there finding various emergency personnel and doctors gathering for the briefing.

Even without much in the way of information beyond the news of the war in the Core and the alerts she had been given over the stationwide announcement system, Aelindra knew that her place in the unfolding storm was already defined. When the first broken bodies arrived, her hands would be among those ready to receive them.

 

[Tinlo Tazod]

Location: Staff Dormitory, Galaxy General Station
Objective: Help and learn
Outfit: Scrubs
Tags: Aelindra | OPEN

Tinlo was lucky, even during her student on-call time she was able to use her staff dormitory room. It was no luxury penthouse, but compared to student dorms her room was private and large. Being a SMA certified behavioral therapist meant that she was a member of staff, but she felt there was more that she could do for her patients. That meant more schooling. And more schooling meant shifts in Casualty. And times when she just needed to be ready for whatever might come. That was what tonight was.

And tonight it seemed the first real test for Galaxy General was coming in. The announcement of the incoming emergency was broadcast from the speaker next to Tinlo's bed. She instantly sprang up, but then felt a bit dizzy. She was multiple levels above the Casualty Department, yet the anxious energy was vibrating through the whole station and that caused the empathic Zeltron a moment of unease. This was going to be a challenge.

Throwing on a set of scrubs, Tinlo was quickly out into the hallway and down the lift to the Casualty Department. Doctors, nurses, and other staff of the living and droid variety were moving about trying the best they could to be prepared for anything. Tinlo doubted she would be as ready, something she would need to bury down so her own nerves would not affect the rest of the staff in this desperate time.

Her many tours of the Casualty level told her exactly where triage of incoming vessels would take place. That was where Tinlo would get her assignment, if there was one to have. When she arrived there, her nerves were pushed aside easily, not by her own growth of confidence, but that of the short young doctor she arrived next to.

"Any patient that sees us standing next to each other is going to wonder if there is some unseen neon light in the room," Tinlo commented playfully to the Arkanian Offshoot who was also quite pink like Tinlo herself.

 

[Agatha Bloodscrawl]

Wearing: Medical Shroud

Armed With: Herself

Arrived in: House Bloodscrawl Medical Corvette

Her ship was the first to dock, a strange flying wing vessel, and she was the first out, carrying patients on Repulsor beds with the aid of her fellow Medical Nuetralizer Model 1 Units , organic Androids who all resembled supermodel-like women of different races with matching light blue catsuits. Hers was a high tech prototype.

The Nuetralizers, almost the entire design line having defected from House Io, were now members of House Bloodscrawl in secret. Agatha, being one of the oldest continuously active examples, was now their effective leader.

They were probably the greatest medical androids in the Galaxy. Designed from the ground up with an extensive database that refined itself rapidly from continued practice. It was a relatively small contingent aboard, but Agatha had joined SMA recently as part of the staff. She had not disclosed the origin of the bio androids. But had explained that they were basically hospital Biots.

Patients were rushed of the ship, each Biot rattling off their conditions to the local staff as more hospital ships from elsewhere began to arrive at the casualty level.

She spotted Aelindra and Tinlo Tazod and headed to them immediately.

"I have multiple patients with severe internal trauma who must be prepped for surgery immediately. They're in critical condition. Ten patients are in extremely serious condition with damage to multiple organs. Please follow me..." Agatha requested as she headed to the surgery area...

 

[Aelindra]

Location: Triage Concourse - Galaxy General Medical Center
Tag: The Healing Hand Agatha Bloodscrawl Tinlo Tazod

Aelindra’s heels clicked softly against the sterile tiles as she moved through the triage concourse like a shade in porcelain-pale flesh. Her arrival coincided with Tinlo’s, the Zeltron’s pink glow impossible not to notice. Aelindra tilted her chin slightly, looking the therapist up and down in a single sweeping glance. Her lips curved into something between a smile and a critique.

"Any patient that sees us standing next to each other is going to wonder if there is some unseen neon light in the room," Tinlo commented playfully to the Arkanian Offshoot who was also quite pink like Tinlo herself.

“Perhaps they will, Doctor Tazad,” Aelindra replied in a velvet-soft tone. “Though I imagine that they will be too distracted by their own suffering to appreciate our...fuchsiance.”

She allowed her words to linger for a moment, her gaze lighting up in playful amusement before turning her attention back to the business at hand.

The arrival of the avian-shaped vessel shifted the energy immediately, and the sleek human replica gynoids in matching catsuits drew Aelindra’s attention as though they were exotic specimens. Their symmetry, their perfection, caused her eyes to widen with equal parts admiration and curiosity. Their aesthetic pleased her, though her expression betrayed only a serene interest. When Agatha strode over with clipped urgency, Aelindra pivoted to face her with swift, professional composure.

As Agatha rattled off the status of her patients, Aelindra inclined her head reverently, as though she were receiving a litany in a chapel.

“Then we will not waste a heartbeat,” she replied in a tone that was calm but edged like a monomolecular scalpel. Clasping her hands lightly at her abdomen, the surgeon moved to look over the incoming patients, her expression unchanging as she took account of their injuries. “Stabilization protocols in Bay One, Two, and Three. Pre-operative scans are to be run en route. Prioritize those with thoracic or hepatic injuries; we can salvage renal function later. I shall take the first table myself. Do you have an anesthesiologist with your group? If you do, bring her with you.”

She extended a hand, gesturing for Agatha to follow after her, her movements measured and deliberate in spite of the growing chaos within the concourse.

At that point, Aelindra turned her head back towards Tinlo in an eerie, marionette-like motion, her neck rotating almost completely around in the manner of an owl. Her expression came as one of expectant serenity, patient and calm in its set.

“Doctor Tazad, the wounded will need more than scalpels. Their terror will kill them as swiftly as their injuries. You will be close to me, yes? Calm them. Sing them away from the brink if you must. The flesh can only be healed if the spirit consents.”

Then, with a faint hum, Aelindra turned her head back around with much the same marionette-like grace, before moving to lead the group towards the surgical suites.

 

[Kirella Voskaan]

◦❖◦ Medical Station: Operating Bay ◦❖◦​

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The sterile hum of the orbital medical station carried through durasteel walls, mingling with the faint vibration of docking arms securing ships beyond. Harsh surgical lamps poured down silver light across the table where a Zabrak civilian lay, his soot-blackened tunic discarded, horns slick with sweat. Each breath rattled beneath the oxygen mask, shallow and uncertain.

Dr. Kirella Voskaan stood poised above him, dark fur glinting in the glare of the lights, exhaustion etched into the set of her green eyes. Behind her visor, the world narrowed to wound and waveform. Civilians had become her battlefield since the blast on Coruscant—innocents caught in the firestorm.


Her paw extended, precise, steady.
"Scalpel."
The droid nurse obeyed in silence, its polished servos reflecting the glow of monitors. Kirella cut swiftly, ears twitching to the faltering rhythm of the man's heart across the holopanel.
The wound was jagged, cruel—shrapnel torn through ribs, lung collapsing beneath the slow drown of blood. She spread the cavity, the air thick with the hiss of ventilators and the low hum of machinery.


"Clamp."
But as the tool passed into her grip, alarms shrieked to life. The Zabrak's body spasmed, his vitals plunging into chaos. The oxygen mask fogged in violent bursts, chest convulsing before faltering into erratic shudders.
Kirella's ears flattened against her skull. Her voice, firm and curt, cut through the cacophony without rising to a shout.

"Assistance. Now."

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◦❖◦ Her hands worked in measured urgency, the war outside distilled into this one fragile breath. ◦❖◦​

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Tags: The Healing Hand Aelindra Tinlo Tazod
Agatha Bloodscrawl