Faction Of Mind and Men

[Rashae]

She had been silent for a long while. Mostly doing humanitarian work or researching some mineral, flora or substance that peeked her interest medically or from a genetics stand point. Often these days she was pensive. The raven haired beauty paced the command deck like a caged animal. Where was he this time. Ardgal and her had barely a relationship as it could. They both suffered personally due to their careers. She understood what he did. He understood what she had to do. It cost both of them time. The babies they had adopted from Mandalore (sorry if I misspelled it) were thriving under her care. The issues that small girl had were evaporated into history. Fast and agile, the little minx tormented her bigger and older brother to no end. It filled her with some happiness at least. It made her miss him all the more. This time it had been months. The occasional message or contact from him and she would do the same but the feel of his touch, his breath.... no she couldn't think that way or she would never get anything done.


With a deep breath, she looked forward as the small medical fleet came out of warp and into position. Stephen, her ships commander, cleared her throat politely. “Minister, we will be in position shortly. “ He would say.


“Stephen, I am not minister of anything anymore. “ She said in a softer way. This old veteran had become like family to her.


“You still run this ship like a minister though. “ He countered. What he said was a tactful way of bringing her out of her funk. He was cultured and had a smooth way with words.


“Thank you Stephen but Doctor will do. “ She said as she looked at the star riddled mass of black nothing before her.

The captain informed them they were at the position in orbit of one of the planets in the Trendivar system. It was in neutral territory from the conflict around Ryloth. She had heard Siskeen was involved too as both of them were looking to separate from the Confederacy. The very shiny white and red cross emblem on all the ships told anyone in the region this was a medical fleet. It had been seen all over the galaxy performing the exact same service she was known to provided.


Stephen nodded to the captain. “Very good, maintain position and let those out there know we are available for medical assistance and humanitarian aid.”


The captain would give a crisp salute and relay the orders to communications:

“The medical Flag ship Padme along with her medical fleet are here to provide any medical
assistance and humanitarian aid that is needed. Please notify us of any need. Let us know if
you are bringing in wounded or sick. We have transports available to assist in transport. May
the force be with you and may blessings be upon you. Coordinates are included in this transmission.”


Once Rashae approved the wording, that communicade would go out to all available channels on all sides. Rashae was neutral for the time being. She would make sure opposing factions were in separate wings or opposing sides or whatever was the qualm she didn't care. She started communicating with her medical staff to be ready while Stephen made ready the staff in the hanger deck for security and operations of receiving transports.

Ardgal Raxis Adora Belle

 

[Raja]

Rashae

As Raja boarded the ship, her anxiousness had her gnawing on her lip. She had heard of what had happened to Ryloth, and could only imagine the horrors that the citizens had witnessed. It made her almost tearful thinking about it; she had never seen war, but the destruction, the death, and the mayhem that would ensue rested heavily on her mind.

She assisted the crew in securing the cargo crates full of supplies before the pilot's voice came over the intercom.

"Attention, crew, and passengers. Buckle up for the ride. Launching to lightspeed in 5...4...3..."

The sound of his voice faded as Raja made her way out of the corridor and found a seat in a small room. She sat, staring off, not entirely there. She was too wrapped up in the horrors she may very well see to pay anyone any mind.

After a while had passed, Raja was roused by a slight jolt of the ship exiting hyperspace. She jumped out of her seat, and practically ran to the pilot's cockpit.

"Are we there?!" She asked, half scared of the answer.

"Aye, opening communications now."

"Let me speak. Please." She asked, half giddy.

The pilot replied with a chuckle as he flipped a couple of switches.

"Uhhh... hello there. This is Raja aboard the Stargazer." The young Chiss felt rather stupid talking to no one in general. Nevertheless, she continued on. "We've brought supplies to help aid the humanitarian efforts for Ryloth. I'm also a healer, though not much experience, but I can attempt to help in any way possible."

 

[Lon Vondon]

"Uhhh... hello there. This is Raja aboard the Stargazer."


Lon let out a silent chuckle to himself as he heard the young Chiss on the intercomm system as it blared across the room he was sitting in. He remembered what it was to be her having to man the intercomms for the first time by himself. She'd get used to it eventually given her position as a Padawan it was part of the title and the training they needed so it couldn’t be helped.

This was the first mission that Lon had chosen to go on that wasn’t an assignment given to him by the Order. It made him feel better about going on this particular humanitarian mission somehow. Granted he wasn’t a healer by any means (he knew enough about basic wound care). Given the situation that was happening he understood the positive effects of a listening ear especially for the survivors who he knew would become a subject to the effects of war and the effects that it could do on their psyches so in that regard he was like an emotional healer.

Just thinking about it made him cast his mind back to when he was a Padawan and how he lost his master just four years prior he wished that someone was there to help him. Sure the healers did everything to help restore him physically, as for emotionally though there were things that they could have done better in that department and looking back on it now was the primary motivation for taking this on this mission on the off chance that someone needed a person to talk to.

Given that the ship they were on was by in large a medical ship he felt rather out of place as most of the people here were from the healers corps of their respective factions. Aside from himself and the Padawan on board he didn’t see anyone else wear combat gear and judging from where they were headed they needed to be prepared for anything

They were headed into makeshift refugee zone after all.

Tag:

Raja
Rashae


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[Rashae]

It wasnt long into Preparing three medical ships for incoming wounded, sick and refugees that just wanted peace from the barage of fighting. Whatever the reason they came, Rashae would provide for them. Why did she do it? No one really knows for sure. The raven haired beauty did have her reasons but it is likely not what most would think. Regardless, they had a job to do.


~~"Uhhh... hello there. This is Raja aboard the Stargazer." ~~


The transmission was answered by an efficient officer of communications. “Yes ma'am. We see you. We welcome help where ever it comes from. You are cleared for hangar bay B. Doctor Lovous will be on her way. Welcome aboard the Padme.”


The transmission was cut as transports of all sorts of types were jockeying in position to land on one of the medical ships. To some, it would be a logistical nightmare. This fleet had experience in controlling traffic such as this. The same information would be given to Jedi Knight Vondon landing.


“Two from the Silver Jedi order?” Asked Rashae as she looked at the officer.


“Yes ma'am. “ He spread her hands.


“I don't have time for politics but I will have to. How is the traffic?” She asked the crisp and stoic officer.


“Starting to get busy. I don't know where they got this transports from but some of them are in bad shape. “ Becky would say to her with a shake of her head. “Some of them are barely staying together.”


Rashase frowned. People did things like this in desperation. “Do we have supplies for repairs?” Asked the doctor.


“On the Shisteen. Not sure how much but we can patch up. We have garnish quite the number of graveyard parts in our travels. “ The officer informed.


“Good. See if we can get those crafts who need repairs to get them. I don't need to patch them up only for them to get torn up again. “ This was said with a bit of acid. Human nature seemed to be like that. Why? She didn't suffer fools very well. In this way she would be assured those that get treated made it back to their home or to safety in one piece.

"Yes ma'am." Becky saluted crisply and smartly before turning on heel and headed to complete the order given to her.

Rashae had exact expectations of those who work for her. She expected precision, intelligence, and efficiency. Anything less and you were fired. from the Commander down to the janitor. They may not like her, but they did respect her. Those closer to the top knew her better and would do anything for her.


She had her surgery clothes on and then put her lab coat on. The surgical cap was in her hand as she made it down to the hangar level to meet the Silver Jedi Order representatives. Even as she made it down, The other hangars were receiving the first wave. Usually those who were flying on fumes and barely abled parts. The Padme top levels were research and development while the rest was a flying hospital. For not being a military ship, security did run like one. What few fighters she had, which were older models, would be out flying around the ships as escort.


Rashae's long dark hair was down that waved behind her like a banner. She did not hurry nor did she slow. Her walk was a purposeful one. As if she was preparing for battle herself, the raven haired beauty would stride towards the first one that she would find in Hangar B.


“Welcome to the Padme. Your assistance is a surprise but very much appreciated. “ Her smile was a cultured one. Diplomacy fell from her lips like silk.

Lon Vondon Raja

 

[Lon Vondon]

Lon bowed his head in Respect.

“Minister Rashae . It is a pleasure to meet you. I am Jedi knight Lon Vondon and this” he said gesturing to the woman next to him, “is Padawan Raja ”. We thought it best to come and aid as much as we can. Given the current situation we are also here to act as representatives of the Silver Jedi and be an added security detail. I am trained in First aid as well as having experience combatting the illnesses of the mind and emotion. Raja is also an aspiring jedi healer in training but please assign us wherever we are needed."” Addressing her in a respectful tone that was of a seasoned diplomat but also because her rank demanded it.

He had heard stories about all the things that the Minister Rashae had done throughout her career one of the most celebrated medics throughout the core worlds and throughout the Mid Rim but to be standing across from her was entirely different experience he felt the atmosphere shift as she commanded an authoritative presence amongst the chaos as the sick injured and dead were transported onto the Padmé. Judging by all the the medics who were running themselves ragged around the makeshift wards the Padmé were extremely understaffed and they could use all the help it could get.

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[Ardgal Raxis]

Thracior​

The explosion tore through the building, sending a spray of brick, sand, and dirt everywhere. Bodies were sentflying through the air on a visible wave of concussive air. Their armor shattered on impact to the ground, a spray of their liquified innards spilled out, covering the godkillers's armor.

"Sh!t I can't see a thing, bio's gone dark," Hermes grunted, taking cover behind one of the crumbled walls. His left glove went from his rifle to smear the blood from his visor.

"We can't hold here forever, we are sitting nerf fodder," Virgil grunted as a spray of blaster fire pelted around her.

"Status update on Omega squad," Ardgal demanded, his words cold and unfeeling.

"Omega is down, sir, no survivors, I repeat no survivors."

"That leaves just .5 clicks of enemy territory between us and exfil," Virgil said, her words laced with bitterness and sarcasm. "I always thought I'd die at worthy hands, sir, not cut down by a peasant uprising."

"Prepare for evac," Ardgal ordered, he shouldered his rifle, blinking. A full display of the entire war theater around them came live before him, illustrated in his prefrontal cortex and visual cortex by the cyborg implants laced in his brain. He could see the repeating heavy laser turret welded onto the back of the speeder. Both were antiquated by at least ten years and covered with rust, but that didn't change the fact that it had 5 of the Godkillers pinned down under heavy fire.

"What about that cannon?" Virgil asked, refreshing the clip in her sniper rifle. "I can't get a bead on him behind the force field."

"I will take care of that, just follow behind me."

The way Ardgal spoke, his commanding tone inspired confidence and willed obedience in his troops. Each of the T-slit visors nodded, he glanced at each. They were his vode, a bond deeper than family. They had no home of their own anymore, exiled to wander the stars, so now they made their wealth fighting for others to keep their own. The general drew his Punisher pistol in one hand and a hussar in the other. He jumped from cover, his jetpack blazing to life, carrying the general through the air. The fearless owner of the heavy assualt cannon swiveled, turning towards the general. The underbarrel grenade launcher on his pistol fired, overwhelming the sheilds and stalling the cannon for a moment, the barrel fixed in place at Ardgal's chest. His dark brown eyes locked with the farm boy behind the cannon's. The world slowed to the still and in that moment Ardgal became aware of everything. His heart, the very sweat dripping off the farm boy's nose, the dust and wind swirling through the air, the presence of Virgil and Hermes not far behind him. He could feel both of his trigger fingers curling around each pistol in his hand, each round fired off, spinning through the air, tearing through the boy's skull, pulverizing it to a mass of biomatter before he even knew what happened.

Ardgal's boots landed on the durasteel top of the speeder, Hermes crashed through the windsheild, his vibroblade ripping through the driver's throat before hurling him away. Virgil was not far behind in the shot gun seat.

The speeder tore away, kicking up a spray of dust and dirt as it fled towards the Attonement.

"Where too, sir, once we get back onboard?" Hermes asked, swerving into a back alley to avoid a baricade.

"Rashae," he said. "Send word of our arrival, tell her we bring critically wounded as well."

Rashae Lon Vondon

 

[Rashae]

Those light blue eyes would hold Vondon's for a second or two before she inclined her head in respect. “A medic and a councilor, most excellent. I am sure we can find things to do for either of you. The Padme oversees the major trauma. I am thinking wound care for your young medic and for those of major trauma. I am very sure that there is emotional trauma. The top floors are for research and development. The Franklin and Lawrence handle the bulk of the moderately to minor wounded. The bulk freighters have the more aesthetic humanitarian aid such as food, blankets, clean water, things like that. ”

Rashae was at odds with the force. She didnt know what it was. She couldn't quantify it, measure it or even put her hands on it. Those midichlorian counts some experts babble on about were at most inconclusive. There was nothing constant in her mind. The force had been dubbed the dubious name of 'Anomaly'. She would not say healer or any other moniker that would infer something else other than what medically or scientifically could be done. Till she could study it more, this is how it remains. It has been so even having been around jedi and sith.

Those light blue eyes did not hide her surface emotions. For someone so analytical and seemingly coldly logical, she was a passionate person. An Engima that was difficult to pin down. The woman had no time for a fools errand so appreciated how Vondon got to the point. Her eyes would momentarily break to follow her staff scurrying hither and yon in what looked like an unorganized nightmare. “what are they doing? “ She would ask no one. Then a hangar bay officer would yell at the top of his lungs. “LOOK OUT!! “

Through Hanger bay D, a transport ship would come sliding through. The crunch of hangar bay flooring could be heard or felt through out the ship. The transport looked like space debris and literally looked like the crap that it was. Hangar staff would be seen running to put out a fire that errupted from the aft end of the ship that had come to a halt.

The Atonement would be given vectors to Hangar bay A and told that Hanger bay D was closed. Rashae would start running towards the disabled ship. She would be in remarkably fit and in good condition for someone who seemed to spend a lot of time in research and doctoring. She was in full run as she was caught by a huge dark skinned dude in full run holding her back. “Minister let the fire rescue team put the fire out. “

“Let me fracking go!! “ she would yell. The big dude had her by the waist. It was the safest location really. He well knew who her boyfriend was. Rashae was flailing about trying to regain her momentum but to no avail. The poor large dude just hoped he had a job tomorrow.

The fire was put out in approximately 10 minutes though it threatened to reignite. The medical team was allowed near the ship as the doors were opened. If there were not badly injured, they were now. Rashae was let go as she got into position to triage what came out. Twileks for the most part but there was a handful of other races. Rashae went into motion as she checked the wounded coming out. Scanner in hand and an expert palpatation with the other.

“internal injuries. Stabilize and Surgical stat. “ She said crisply. “Burn unit, pain and kolto patches”

There was always one. A fully pregnant woman who was in impending birth. There she was. She was injured. It wasnt life threatening but it certainly made the birth stressful. “Get her to maternity, stat!! where is her mate?”

“Minister, the male going up to surgical is her mate. “ Said the one taking notes down while walking with her.

“Oh. Oh dear. “ She nodded at that as a man who looked like he was on the loosing end of a crush gauntlet only it likely was boxes or something heavy. His whole right side would have to be done. She was down on her knees as her staff passed her stabilizing unites for his leg and arm that were horridly mangeled. She went to a com at her ear. “Bill. Got one for you. Sending it up to orthepedic surgery now. Whole right side. Yep.. good luck. “ She said as the man was given a lot of pain medication.

The rest of the wounded ambled out slowly as they were pretreated and sent to trauma wards. The dead would follow after all the wounded where processed. Rashae was just about to go to the lift to surgical motioning for the two jedi to follow her then she saw him. Ardgal Raxis. Those quick eyes for detail went over him. He was at least in mostly one piece. Virgil and Hermes would get the same quick eye scan. Something about her relaxed then immediately tensed up for some reason. She took a moment to walk to him. She wanted to jump in his arms but she would need new scrubs.

She looked up into Ardgal's eyes and said a very soft “Hey there. “ Time stopped. Her brain was fervently reminding her she had a patient in surgery waiting, but there he was. She missed him. All those months of tension released and just as much returned knowing he was so close and she had to do surgery. The doctor would have a full day of surgery. “I need to head up. If you want a shower? Or something?” her voice would ramble. How did he get her to ramble like that ? Damn him. And just like that and just as quickly relief was replaced with anger.


Ardgal Raxis Lon Vondon Raja

 

[Lon Vondon]

Tag: Rashae Raja

“LOOK OUT”

No sooner had Lon and Raja had introduced themselves to Rashae they had already been put to work. The hangar bay doors opened as a medic came rushing in with a man on a stretcher and the burning remnants of a ship called the Atonement. For a doctor Rashae was difficult to keep up with as she ran towards the wreckage activating triage protocol with the Counsellor and the healer in tow.

When he got there the ship itself was in a lot worse condition then expected. It was a miracle that it wasn’t completely blown up by the time it had arrived to the Padmé. Swathes of people of varying degrees of injury some only that required minor stitching and others who required immediate attentio,n one in particular was a heavily pregnant woman who looked like she was about to give birth any minute. He couldn’t help but feel something special about the baby that was about to be born.

Turning to the Padawan. “ I need you to follow those medics to the maternity ward I hope you know how to deliver a baby. I’ll stay here and help out with all the minor injuries. He let out a low laugh at the look on the young woman’s face. “There is no better experience then when you are on the job. Now go you’ll be fine.”

Lon had not seen this many dead bodies since his encounter with Mandolorians on his humanitarian mission on Velmor. Despite the raging chaos of the wreckage Lon couldn’t help but notice the calm, and collected demeanour that Rashae had on display. No wonder why she was made minister. She would have put a bunch of the more experienced healers on Kashyyyk to shame.

Lon spent a lot of time redirecting many of the people on the ship and treating the ones that he could treat. Luckily for him The ship was a fully stocked hospital so he didn’t have to worry about running out of supplies. Lon had sent out a calming wave of the force to all the people coming on to the Padmé. He felt their fear he had experienced it before what it was like to lose everything to the war no less. Although he spread the Force amongst all the survivors he especially took great care of those who were near death. He wanted to make sure that they could pass on peacefully to the next life, a reprieve of all the violence that they had to suffer.

Even though there was a lot of heightened emotion he had to make sure his emotions weren’t overloaded. What help would he be if he was stressed out. It wasn’t like these people already had to deal with a pretty stressful event as it was. He didn’t want to make everyone else’s emotional burdens harder to bear because of his own personal baggage

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[Ardgal Raxis]

The door closed behind Ardgal with the finality of a stone crypt. The soulless cyborg stood motionless for several moments, feeling the metal components within his mind and within his body beginning to slowly disengage and repair his body in the background like the faint humming of the engines of the Atonement under his feet as they rocketed through Hyperspace.

The warrior could feel his mind going blank. For 8 months they had been suspended across the warfare of Thracior in a near endless barrage of blood, mud, bullets, and explosions. Now that it was over, the warrior could feel his mind and body going numb. His dark eyes glanced down to his gauntlet. His wrist turned, the crimson and brown stains across the beskar were unfamiliar to him, the gauntlet, the hand, all of it. His eyes traveled up to the gleaming, austere durasteel surface of his gun rack. The hollow eyes that stared back at him were a mystery to Ardgal, strangers looking across time and space. At one point he would have remembered them, but that was who he was no more.

"Commander."

Who was this person? Ardgal wondered. He took a half step forward, the brows of the face furrowed curiously, studying him with intensity from beyond the Rifles, pistols, blades, and grenades. Their dark skin shone with sweat and grime from hard labor, the neatly trimmed beard across its chin was mattered with sweat and dried blood.

"Ardgal," Virgil's voice on the other side of the door broke him from his reverie just enough to respond.

"Yes?"

"We have arrived, sir. We are moving in to dock." Virgil's tone was cold, stoic and clinical as ever. "I'm sure the Doctor Rashae is eager to see you the moment we land."

Ardgal nodded, giving the stranger's face one last glance before putting his helmet on. His hands went through his gun belt in a ritual check; All four side arms, full ammo clips, four grenades, a rappel line, and dried rations. After a lifetime, it was more a matter of comfort and habit than a fear of concern.

Virgil fell in line behind him as Ardgal made is way through the Atonement down the ramp to the Padme's docking ramp. The moment they exited, his HUD automatically began to target the greatest threats in order of priority; the fire the people, the dangers. Both of his hands rested on either of his side arms, expecting danger and ready. But the moment his dark eyes caught onto Rashae 's form, his hands dropped from them, and hung freely by his side.

"Go get 'er tiger," Argo said from behind Ardgal, to Virgil's right. His tone carried a hint of playfulness. "Site clear. Move in for extraction."

Ardgal crossed to meet her, the world burning around them and the death didn't matter. Whether it more the love they had or the commonality of it at this point, he didn't know. Either way he stopped right in front of her. He heard her rambling, his gaunteted fingers came up to meet her cheek. He couldn't remember how long it had been, but in this moment, all that mattered was this. Thracior's horors were gone. The screams and explosions diminished to a dull roar. There was no death anymore there was just Rashae. As he felt her under his armor, he could tell she was real. He leaned in close to gently rest the forehead of his helmet against her head in the "Mando Kiss" his people had become known for.

"I missed you," was all he said at first, his low and thick. He stood there for two breaths, letting the reality of it sink in. "Yes, I'm afraid I do."

Lon Vondon Raja

 

[Raja]

Tag: Rashae Lon Vondon Ardgal Raxis


Raja gave the doctor a small nod and a big smile- she was nervous and hated seeing people in pain, but eager to get to work. Her bright red eyes were drawn away from the woman to her staff instead, and she heard the crewman yell. Instinctually, her feet carried her back some as she threw her hands up over her face. The loud, horrendous sound of metal hitting metal bounced off her eardrums, making her flinch. A moment later she dropped her arms to see what had happened, and to her horror was a ship laying there, awfully damaged. She stood back, watching the fires get put out, a most frightened look across her face.

Finally, the doors opened and the victims came stumbling out. Raja moved closer, ready to help where possible. When the older knight gave her orders, she nodded sternly in acknowledgment. Her feet moved her towards the pregnant lady, and she took her arm and wrapped it around her shoulders. For a small one, Raja was exceptionally strong.

"It's going to be okay- I'm here with you and we're going to get you through this. What's your name?" She asked the woman. While speaking, she remembered a trick her master had taught her. She reached out through the force and envisioned wrapping the woman in a blanket. The lady next to her would feel a sudden wave of calm wash over her, a sense of being okay. It was then the gurneys showed up, and she helped the woman waddle over and climb up onto it. She looked back, and let out a goodbye wave to the knight before following the gurney to the maternity ward.

While Raja was walking, and the lady was rolling, she looked up to answer her earlier question.

"I am Zhora. Is my baby going to be okay?"

Raja reached out to take her hand that was hanging off the side and wrapped her fingers around it in a firm embrace.

"They're going to be fine. I'm a healer and we have to make sure you're okay first so the birth will go without hitch. Let's get you to a bed and we'll assess you."

Raja continued following, and when they finally made it to the ward, the woman was placed on a cot. Members of the medical team fluttered about, checking her various wounds. Many of the cuts and bruises were just surface level, no need for worry. But as one of them was checking the abdomen, he turned to face Raja and shook his head. After a moment he drew closer to the girl and leaned in, whispering.

"She had fluid in her upper right quadrant. I suspect internal bleeding from some of her organs."

Raja's face flickered a moment, turning into shock. She had to work to put back on the calm expression, not wanting to worry Zhora. This may be beyond her ability to mend, but she wouldn't go without trying.

 

[Rashae]

Isn't it funny how life has its turns. The Jedi and Sith would say that it was destiny or the Force set things in motion. Rashae doesn't believe in that. If she could stop death with her science, she would and she does. She tries. The Minister would provide a nod to Knight Vondon as he took care of those not as badly injured. She provided a nervous looking wiry young man information and orders to make sure Vondon and the Padawan would not be hindered in helping on the ship. For some reason she was calm and at ease. Its not that she cant handle pressure or the chaos. The woman was very good under pressure but she had an easier time to mitigate the details. She didn't think anything of it and went about her way of doing things.

She had her processes. Triage went like this: Green were walkie talkies. Slightly injured and able to talk and walk about needing minimal medical intervention. Yellow were minor to moderately wounded but usually conscious. Red were heavily wounded and was in a critical state. This included major head injries and breathing problems. Blue was the dead or near death. She thought about making a light purple class between red and blue but that might confuse people. Her staff on the ship knew this process very well. Chaos would become order as the greens were brought to the side and shuttles would start taking them to one of the other medical ships.

The Dead would be treated respectfully providing a burial shawl over their bodies. They would be put in one of their cold storage facility for identity from loved ones and funerart rites as requested. From the beginning of life to the end of life, Rashae has experienced this many times. Unfortunately that experience came from several forms of trauma. This trauma never shows on her face. Its like she tries to beat life and death or rather that is her battle. She pushes herself to extremes to define it, learn about it and do what she can to prevent it or deny it. Life and death have unusual meaning to the Doctor.

At this moment she had her attention on the looming giant of a man. She bent her forehead to his helmet gently touching her own and closed her eyes tightly. This form of a kiss of the Mandalorians he had explained to her and it meant much. His helmet touched her alabaster skin of her forehead as the imprint of oil and sweat would mark it. Her face would tilt against the touch of her face by his hand. She wished it was his skin but this will have to do.

“I missed you, too. “ She said softly. “If you can, bring Knight Vondon when he is done up to the surgical suite observation, Please. I have to go. If we can have Doc and your other field medics to help with triage that would be great. Send your wounded up. “ she didn't even have to ask if he had wounded. It was a matter of course.

She started to walk away and then came back in a rush and kissed his helmet. Her hand would grip and then release and then do it again as she hemmed and hawed at coming or going. Then she with a sigh darted to the lift to get to surgical to scrub up.

Once she was in the lift she got the communication that the pregnant woman was not doing well and what her condition was. “Crap. I will send a surgical team there. Do a c-section and have surgical work on the issue in that upper quadrant. She is too critical to try and give birth. Have the young medic assist. “

Rashae got to the surgical floor as she quickly got into the back area to strip and then put clean surgical clothes on. Her lab coat would be hung to the side. Once she was in the prep area, a nurse gave her an over gown as then put her hands through an antisepsis unit before gloving. Another larger antisepsis unit would be over each surgical suite. Anyone going in would be thoroughly decontaminated by the field.

“Status report.” She would crisply say to the prep team who had the twilek man on the table and under anesthesia.

“Blood pressure is low. Heart rate erratic. Chemistries are normal. Oxygen 98%. Breathing steady. He has bleeders in there. “ Said one nurse that was ready with the tools.

“monitors up. “ She would command as from the surgical bed came a top display of the condition of the patient and gave her an inside view of what was going on. “laser scalpel “ This was crisply placed in her hand as she started.

“Give him a blood stim. “ as she started to look for the bleeders causing the issue. Inside was a mess as she worked to stop the internal bleeding and the nurse worked to suction out the blood freely running about in the man's abdomen.

“Shit its at the liver. Liver stim stat. “ She said as she would try to seal the broken vein without sealing it completely off. “Alright that one is good. Where is all this blood coming fr... Shit. “ as the main artery to the spleen was shot to hell. “Whole plasma and blood replacement. “

“Already on it Doctor. “ Said the efficient nurse.

“get me the synth connective material 23A “ As she used that to patch up the arterial wall and restitch it to save the spleen. Once she did that she looked to see if the spleen would respond. The scanners detected positive flow.

“Any more bleeders? “ She asked to see if the nurse would notice.

Both of them would clean up the plural cavity of the whole abdomen. There was bruising for sure that could be mitigated afterwards with good nursing and nutrition. “I don't think so Doctor. “

“Good, Betty lets close and get him into ICU. Give him the Twilek complex. More blood stims and pain management.” She said as she took a breath.

It would be touch and go. Twileks were tricky to work on as sometimes their bodies did not respond to medical intervention. Her work in genetics helped her tweak her medicines and treatments but there was something elusive about the twilek biology.

“Betty do we know how to contact one of the Twilek matrons on Ryloth?” She asked

“I am not sure but social services would. You want m e to put the order in?” Asked the nurse.

“No. I will do it. Get this clean and ready for the next patient. “ Betty would nod as a medical technician came to take the male twilek to ICU for continued care.

Rashae exited took off the outer gown and de-gloved to head to the observation area till her next patient. If she could, she would try and see Ardgal in between patients. If Knight Vondon went with Ardgal to the observation area, she would give a tight smile. “nice way to start things off. “ Said the lady with an upturned voice to try and be optimistic. “we get the heavy trauma patients on the Padme. The other two medical ships handle most of the moderate to minor wounded or sick.” Her eyes would trail over Ardgal.

Meanwhile in a recessed corridor on one of the administration levels, a lone figure with a device is trying to tap into the network. At the same time a smoke bomb goes off in mess hall down the way as everyone rushed towards it to deal with that crisis while the lone figure keeps running his device. “Come on I know her private server is somewhere. “ He would say to himself.

Alarms would go off as Rashae gets the message in the com at her ear of that a bomb went off in the mess hall. “What!! is anyone hurt!! “ She demanded. “Fracking hell “ The raven haired beauty had her finger pressed slightly to the device to hear the reports. Her fingers then adjusted as she changed channels. “Stephen.. “ Before she even could say anything the old veteran was already on the task of employing security to clear the area and deal with the threat. “Alright fine but … But... ugghh fine. “ She said with a sigh. She cant be in two places at once. She closed her eyes to get control of her racing thoughts. Data ran through her mind like wild things. Somethings its a good thing, Sometimes it wasn't so good.

Ardgal Raxis Lon Vondon Raja

 

[Nighthaunter]

Location: On the bridge of The Pride Of Eve
Facial Appearance: Face
Wearing: MK I Nightsuit
Wielding: Willbreaker
Tags: Raja Ardgal Raxis Lon Vondon Rashae
Ship: Mark I Jammer

The Mark I Jammer class stealth ship known as The Pride Of Eve exited hyperspace, it's jet black hull blending into the blackness of space making it almost completely invisible to the naked eye. Nighthaunter surveyed the situation from the bridge and saw a large group of ships clustered together, they were clearly medical vessels. He had received the message that the well known Doctor and former Minister Rashae had relayed to all channels. The fleet (If one could call it that) looked to be taking on as many ships as possible, the majority of these looked to have been scarred from the raging battle between the Agents of Chaos and the Confederacy taking place on Ryloth. Nighthaunter wished he could be down helping them fight on Ryloth, he had a bit of a bone to pick with some members of the Confederacy but alas it wasn't to be. Out and out combat didn't suit the Nighthaunter, he was primarily used for recon, assassinations of key leaders, or the destruction of key buildings, shipyards or supplies. It only felt like yesterday when he had been on the Scintilla before being assigned to this ship as reconnaissance for the fleet over Ryloth. The Nighthaunter stood on the bridge of the Pride Of Eve, standing at 5'9 he was not the tallest but his body was well muscled and toned after spending years in the field carrying out Discordia's divine will. If one was to remove his mask they would find the face of a man who looked a lot younger and more innocent than the image he projected as the Nighthaunter, Reaper of the Silencers, and Discordia's favored assassin and executioner. He was clad in his MK I Nightsuit that he had designed himself. The armour was the standard issue for any Silencer, and provided those that were a part of the mysterious death cult with protection and the ability to disappear into the shadows. The suit of armour looked to suck in all of the light around it creating almost a shroud of darkness around Nighthaunter that was only penetrated by two emerald eyes that were visible through the hood and mask.

He looked around the bridge with those piercing emerald eyes, the crew of his ship were new recruits of the Silencers. He had been told it could be staffed with Agents of Chaos navy officers but he had declined, preferring the company of those in his own division. Those that were ruthless, zealous, and unwavering in circumstances that would shake many. These "Prowlers" were new recruits but had already been put through more than any soldier who had spent 10 years in the field. Of those that wanted to become a part of the Silencers only 0.1% of applicants survived the initiation process, those that survived were the elite of the elite. He turned to his weapons officer who was responsible for the radar, stealth capabilities of the ship and the weapons of the ship.

"I want us cloaked immediately, no point in letting them know we are here just yet." He told the Prowler in a calm emotionless voice, the Prowler simply nodded and activated the cloaking device making the ship disappear from any but the most exact radar. He turned to his navigation officer,

"Where to?" The Prowler asked, again in that emotionless psychopathic tone that all Silencers seemed to inherit after their initial training. There was no need for addressing people by rank or as sir among the Silencers. While there were ranks it was not something to flaunt about and was actively looked down upon within the cult. They much preferred to be direct and straight to the point, decorum was not something associated with the Silencers.

"Bring us alongside the Padme in case there is something nefarious going on I want to be in a prime position to fire our torpedoes just in case" He said before turning to the communications officer. "Open a line of communication to the Padme." He commanded, the officer simply nodded and opened the communication line, "Padme this is The Nighthaunter of the Agents of Chaos captain of the ship The Pride Of Eve. Please state your intentions within the system, failure to respond will result in you being treated as a hostile threat to the system that will be eliminated." He said in a voice that brimmed with authority and a quiet confidence in his own and his crew's abilities.

 

[Adora Belle]

Adora had no clue what the hell she'd been thinking when she agreed to come on this mission. She was a slicer, but everything slicer-related was being handled by Toph Graystone and Ripley Kühn when it came to that nasty Ryloth business. She was one of the Coins, but this mission was so out of her comfort zone that she wasn't even sure why it'd been approved to begin with.

She was on an unmarked ship, and one that was unimportant. It could escape in case of need, but was otherwise not suited in any way, shape, or form, for battle. Not that it mattered overly much, since it was mostly filled with foodstuff. Refugees had to eat, after all. It was fine and dandy to save them by operating on them, but here was little point to that if they'd just starve to death in the day that followed.

Sighing, she lowered the volume of her earpiece and looked around. They'd landed a few minutes ago, and crew members were already working on unloading all the crates of various things that could be eaten or drunk.

Shaking her head, Adora zipped her coat up and headed out to find whoever was in charge. Agents of Chaos were known for being… Well, chaotic, but they tended to be pretty clear about who ran the show and when, whether through appointment or behavior.

The trickling of refugees did not help.

"H… Hello?" Adora stumbled on her own tongue. No. Give her a keyboard, and she was happy. Make her talk… There was a reason she tended to prefer to work in the closed off safety of a cubicle in Techtown.

"Adora Belle, Coins, representative of Agents of Chaos and the Scintilla. I'm here with foodstuff for the refugees and need to speak with whoever's in charge today."

Rashae Raja Lon Vondon Ardgal Raxis Nighthaunter​

 

[Lon Vondon]

The triage center had quietened down since most of the people been diverted to other parts of the Padmé with only a few people were left, many of whom required minimal medical attention. Lon had spent the majority of the day triaging and treating the patients that came from the Atonement when a young medic dressed in standard issue scrubs no more than Lon’s age had come looking for the Jedi knight.

“Knight Vondon” the medic bowing in front of him “Minister Rashae requests your presence at the surgical observation deck."

Not taking his eye of the wound he was suturing on a little boy who had been waiting in the waiting area for a good while now. Finishing the last suture on the boy’s arm Lon gave the boy a smile “There that should do it.” Lon turned to address the medic “Tell her I’ll be there in a few minutes I’ve got some things to finish up here, while you’re at it take the boy to get some food.” The boy didn’t look like he had managed to eat for a few days. Although Lon could only suture the boy’s injuries he knew what it felt like to go hungry on occasion and what a good hearty meal could do to lift the spirits.


Slightly perplexed by the knight’s request but not wishing to disobey him the medic nodded “Of course but please don’t keep the minister waiting she is a busy woman ” turning to address the boy “Come with me child let’s see what they have they might even have some blue milk.” At the mention of the blue milk the boy’s sparked to life bounding off the cot as they made their way to the mess hall. It made Lon smile seeing a little bit of happiness in a place that had been plagued by the constant knock of death all day.


Despite short time he had spent on the Padmé Lon couldn’t help but notice that many differences in their respective professions Jedi and doctors weren’t too different from each other, the main difference was that while Jedi could have the potential of healing they also had the also had the potential to kill while doctors were held by oath to do no harm to their patients. The most resemblance that stood out to Lon how they were trained to have the same military like instincts to deal with life or death situations everyday. It made Lon wonder if he hadn’t been chosen as a Jedi would his calling been a doctor?

Not wanting to keep the good minister waiting any longer Lon quickly washed his hands of the blood that it had accumulated throughout the day. He was a Jedi after all and that meant having to keep up with appearances. If he was being called to the observation deck it was probably to see the how Raja was dealing with the heavily pregnant woman from earlier

The Padmé was a relatively large ship even by medical ship standards so he had to take a turbolift to the surgical floor of the ship while on his way there alarms wailed as news of a bomb going off in the mess hall floated all around. Goosebumps erupted all over Lon’s body knowing full well that was where he had just sent the medic and the boy. It also probably meant that all available staff would be there to assist


Sithspit! Two medical emergencies in a day? why couldn’t it just stop at one? It looked the surgical floor was going to have to wait, with all the chaos that the bomb would cause meant that there would be a backlog of surgeries and since Lon knew he would be more of an annoyance to the doctors, nurses and the matrons with his lack of surgical experience. Pressing the button for the bottom floor Lon made a dash for the mess hall the minute the doors opened. No doubt Minister Rashae would have heard of this, Hell everyone would have if it was on the damn ship!


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[Rashae]

“Get Security to the mess hall immediately. Damage report!! “ Commander Stephen would say crisply. Officers of the command deck would scramble to get him the information he was seeking. Then to add more stress to the situation, a communication coming from an unidentified and an undetected ship pipes in with its demands. The officers looked confused as they tried to scan for a ship that didn't seem to be there.

"Padme this is The Nighthaunter of the Agents of Chaos captain of the ship The Pride Of Eve. Please state your intentions within the system, failure to respond will result in you being treated as a hostile threat to the system that will be eliminated."

The Commander saunters over to communications at the beckoning of the officer. The grey haired veteran tightens his teeth briefly. It wasn't often that they get demands like this even with the pains they took to clearly mark that they are strictly a humanitarian driven fleet. With a motion of his hand, the commander was handed the experienced military man the mic wordlessly.

“This is Commander Stephen Polaris. If you would scan the ship, you will notice that this is a medstar class frigate modified for medical purposes. It only has very few armaments. Even visually you can see this vessel was not designed for military use. It does have decent shielding and shield capabilities but this ship as well as the other ships in this fleet are fairly defenseless. To answer your question Nighthaunter, we are here to provide medical aid and humanitarian aid to stricken Ryloth and Siskeen if there is a need. We got conflicting reports. This fleet is essentially a floating hospital center. Does that suffice, Captain. “ Why he had to spell it out to this individual he didn't know but he would do his best to make sure the medical personnel as well as Doctor Rashae could do their jobs to the best of their abilities without worrying about operations of ships and fleets.

In his most diplomatic smooth way. “I do hope we can come to an understanding, Captain. “ Captain was the only honorific he could supply since he was given no other rank.

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Meanwhile at the hanger deck. Adora Belle is met with a dutiful albeit harried young lady with a datapad in hand. She had a look of surprise and then nodded to Adora. Food was one thing that they didn't get donations of. Rashae often purchased bulk food stuffs for things like this.

“yes Ma'am. Welcome to the Padme, Miss Belle. I will get some people to start unloading and get them into storage. We have heard of Agents of Chaos a little bit in our travels. I for one admire you guys work. “ The bright smile of the organized young lady was provided to Adora. “I am sure Minister Lovous would like to thank you personally. I believe she is on the surgical deck. Don't worry about the food cargo we are well practiced at that. I will add you to the visitors list so you wont have trouble navigating the ship. “

As if on cue, four or five stout men and women came to the ship to start unloading and packing it onto a lift vehicle that was capable of dealing heavy loads. Lilly was the name on the name tag as she tapped a few things into the datapad she had in hand. There was a constant train of transports that would land, unload and lift off to make way for another transport.

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The billowing smoke plumed from one side in its dark grey inky darkness. Staff would start getting filter devices to suck up the smoke so the bomb squad to get to the device. There would be a few that would be coughing from smoke but that was all it was, just smoke. The scant two persons that Rashae could afford as a bomb squad was there as well as what sufficed as security was getting people from the thick of the smoke and into the corridors. This included the medic and the little boy. A couple of nurses were treating those who inhaled too much smoke.

One more organized security personnel would see the Jedi knight and wave him over as the smoke was clearing away pointing to the charred remains of the device. “Master Jedi. “ he would call out to see what he could make of the device.

“Name's Mac. Looks like it was mostly smoke, Sir. “ There was relief on his face which would be replaced with a concerned expression. “In my experience, these are used for one reason, Sir. A distraction.”

The marks on his uniform placed him as a lieutenant so he was able to organize the scant security staff. This was the same individual who was on the hanger deck that had held Rashae by the waist to keep her from running into a burning ship.

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Ardgal had left to get what was probably a much needed shower. If Virgil or any of the other Godkillers needed facilities as such would be provided facilities to freshen themselves. Rashae went back to her surgical suite as one of the critically wounded Godkillers was on her operating table.

“I need that cyber implant specialist in here yesterday. You know how these Godkillers are. “ She asked Betty who nodded and went to her coms to get the specialist on his way.

“He is on his way. We have an update with the situation at the mess hall. It looks like it was mostly smoke. Nothing really destroyed. The walls will have to be thoroughly cleaned and sanitized but that's it. “ Betty shrugged and looked relieved that was all that it was.

Rashae had her laser scalpel in hand as she paused before starting to work on the injuries. “Just smoke? Why?” She asked before she refocused on the individual on her operating table.

Betty shrugged as she provided her assistance applying medicines as ordered or handing her equipment. Five minutes later a middle aged man came in to move to opposite Rashae to look at the cybernetic implants. “Sorry doctor, was measuring the crush case for replacements of right arm and leg. “

“Excellent so he will pull through?” She asked as she worked on the internal injuries and left the cybernetics to Hercule. “That's alright, just these Godkillers are a handful.

“Oh yes, Doctor Lovous. He will pull though. Oh, dont I know it. “ Hercule said with impeccable diction as he enunciated every syllable precisely.

The Godkillers in general were built Adonis specimens of men that were heavily augmented. Most of them were scarred upside down the other from constant battle. So they set into a rhythm almost automatically as the two of them have worked on the Godkillers more often than not. Because Ardgal led them, she took a personal interest. She personally took a hand in their care. She took a lot of what she did personally as she put everything she had into her work.

The pregnant woman was in surgery and the infant was taken via c-section. The Twilek woman who was still in surgery was having difficulties and the doctors tending her were doing their best. The baby in the corner outside of the surgical suite on that side of the ship, was being weighted and measured. Then bundled up to keep warm as the baby cried its wakefulness. Then the baby stopped crying. She looked around as if seeing things for the first time. A little bluish tinged with green arm would worm its way out of the swaddling cloth to reach for the binky that was a bit off to the side out of reach.

Lon Vondon Raja Nighthaunter Ardgal Raxis Adora Belle

 

[Adora Belle]

Rashae Raja Lon Vondon Ardgal Raxis Nighthaunter

Adora could do little but smile when she was introduced to a woman who was apparently part of running things there. While a name hadn't been given, work was actually starting, so there was little to worry about. As far as her mission was concerned, Adora had fulfilled her part in it, or at least the first part. Later, there would also be escorting the Agents back into the Unknown Regions, but it would be hours before that happened, at best.

The Padme was a big ship, and while Adora looked around, she could help but feel something though… Something was perhaps not quite as it ought to have been.

"I'm sorry, miss?" she asked, "I still need to see the leader of the operation, Dr. Rashae Lovous. Is everything all right?"

 

[Nighthaunter]

Location: On the bridge of The Pride Of Eve
Facial Appearance: Face
Wearing: MK I Nightsuit
Wielding: Willbreaker
Tags: Rashae Raja Ardgal Raxis Lon Vondon
Ship: Mark I Jammer

Nighthaunter listened carefully to the words that came back through the transmission and silently cursed himself for being such a moron. This was a reconnaissance ship of course it was going to have scanners, what kind of ship wouldn't have scanners? He had just been in such a busy mode of fighting the Confederacy that his mind had been permanently in fight or flight mode for the past few days and the idea of identifying whether a target was friendly or hostile had gone out the window. He sighed to himself it wasn't usual that he made mistakes, however if one didn't admit to their mistakes then one could never improve as a warrior, assassin or person in general. He looked to the left at his navigator,

"Drop the cloaking device." He ordered, the prowler simply nodded and dropped the cloaking device. The ship would appear on the Padme's radar virtually right beside it to the point where it would be unable to miss if it had decided to open fire.

"I apologize for the misunderstanding Captain Polaris my mistake, when one is constantly in combat they often resort to extremes and I was guilty of doing so here." He said pausing before thinking on what to say next. "Are you in need of any assistance? I have myself and warriors aboard that are happy to provide you with a security detail should the need arise." He said, releasing his finger from the comms button waiting for the Captains response.

He had never seen such a large medical fleet, the good Dr. Rashae really did live up to her reputation. He did find it rather ironic that the Silencers, worshippers of death and murder in all it's forms could soon be aboard a medical fleet. Assisting those that were on the brink of death to come back to life. He had a bad feeling that with the reputation that they carried they may not be welcome aboard the Padme. Their reputation for torturing and sadistically murdering their victims was rather well known across the AoC, and he worried that if the good Doctor knew anything about this she may refuse their help. Even if she needed it...

 

[Ardgal Raxis]

And like that, the fiery, beautiful doctor who had unlocked the humanity hidden in his guarded heart turned to what she did best--saving the galaxy one world and one wounded at a time. His white helmet moved from Rashae just enough to see her face and he gave a nod. "I will send them up. Don't work too hard. And I won't either.

When she left he gave Lon Vondon a nod with his helmet. The sensors of the warrior gave him a once over. He was a Jetii, likely well meaning, but still enough to put the Godkillers on edge. Ardgal didn't have to see out of the corner of his eye to know that Virgil's T-slit visor hadn't left that male's direction, and that her gauntlets gripped her sniper rifle a little tighter.

"Udesii," Ardgal warned her through their private channel with a low tone, "We aren't here to claim trophies or make enemies any time soon. "

"Willco, Commander," her icy tone said nothing--and at the same time--everything. She didn't agree with his order and she certainly wasn't about to stand down any time soon. But she would obey because that's what warriors bred, augmented, and devoid of souls did all the same.

The black-and crimson clad warrior closed the distance between him and the Jedi. He offered his right hand, "Commander Ardgal Raxis, Raxis Mercenaries and Independent Arms." His tone carried the professionalism of both the warrior and the businessman. "I will see you to the surgical suite, but first allow me some time to clean first and change into something less blood-stained."

The warrior turned on his heel, Argo fell in right behind him, followed by Virgil. Her golden and black armor lingered just long enough to give him one final, stoic stare.

His black beskar armor plates stacked on each other, topped with his white helmet next to the shower, the scarlet bodyglove was discarded last next to it in a bloody, muddy, and grimy thick armored fabric. There was only so much that an internal self-cleaning system could do over the span of 4 weeks straight of combat. The thick steam filled the refresher As Ardgal felt the hot water flow down his ebony skin. As the dingy sweat and filth of war fled his skin, Ardgal could hear the throbbing blasts of war grow quieter, dimming with each passing moment. His left hand pressed against the tile as he closed his eyes. A slim smirk crossed the warrior's face as peace finally wormed its way back into his mind. The cyborg implants within his very being, created for his survival, and for his suffering, dimmed to a low murmur from a pounding roar.

In an instant, that veil of peace was ripped to shreds by the blast that shook the ship.

Threat: Identified. Engaging self defense measures alpha Romeo Crimson-6.

Ardgal's body sprang from the shower, his right hand grabbed his Punisher pistol off the bathroom. The revolver's chamber snapped shut, his other hand grabbed the gun belt next to it. Clothed in nothing but the water from the shower he had just left, Ardgal stepped into the hall where Virgil and Argo were already waiting, both had rifles raised, spying down either side of the hall corridors.

"Clear." Virgil barked.

"Clear," Argo echoed.

"This way," Virgil nodded her head forward, "Comms chatter says messhall."

Ardgal pulled his gunbelt over his shoulder and nodded, "Oya, vode."

The trio moved through the hall with the surgical precision of a three-warrior army. Hardly a word passed between them as they cleared each door, each corner, each corridor to the mess hall at last. Virgil came through the door first, her sniper rifle swept the room, searching for hostiles. Ardgal came after her, while Argo covered the aft of the trio.

"Clear," he announced at last.

Ardgal's eyes surveyed the scene as he heard the lieutenant say his words at last. The Commander lowered his pistol, beads of water streamed down his arm as he paused, looking it over.

Analysis: Structural damage, negative. Loss of life, negative. Biological harm, negative. Location, minimal during this hour.
Conclusion: Distraction.

"Rashae." He sprang off the ball of his foot, back into the hall.

His bare, wet feet slid on the durasteel flooring, sending him crashing shoulder first into the bulkhead. He shoved off it, bounding foward down the hall. His steps left a trail of water with each sprinting, bounding stride he took.

Nighthaunter Adora Belle Raja

 

[Raja]

Tags: Rashae Ardgal Raxis Lon Vondon Adora Belle Nighthaunter
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Raja had watched as the woman had been carted off to surgery on the doctor's orders. She stood in the observation room, watching everything play out. She cringed as the scalpel tore through the poor woman skin, though she understood it was a necessary pain. As the baby was pulled from the womb, Raja sucked a breathe in sharply. She was only able to catch a glance of the infant before it was handed off once again, but it was beautiful, inspiring- a true miracle.

Raja continued watching as the surgeons worked vigorously on the mother. Despite their efforts, things only seemed to be getting worse. Unable to take being a bystander anymore, Raja strutted through the doors leading to the surgical suite. The doctors didn't even so much as look at her when she entered.

"Let me help... please."

The young Chiss did not wait for an answer before approaching the table. She had caught the attention of the others in the room at this point, but she paid them no mind. She found a spot next to the woman and placed her hands over the abdomen before shutting her eyes. She reached out, feeling everything in the force around her. Breathing in, she began to channel her own life energy into the woman. Slowly, the Twi'leks wounds began to close. Finally, Raja reopened her eyes, a smile lighting up her face as she saw it had worked. She began to take a step back, but stumbled, woozy from the strain healing placed upon her. One of the assistants in the room noticed her trouble and allowed Raja to lean against him, leading the padawan back to the observation room, where she found a seat against the wall.

 

[Lon Vondon]

A distraction only meant one thing, someone was after something on the ship. Two questions now ran through Lon’s head, what would somebody need from a medical fleet and most importantly who? Lon hadn’t spent enough time on the ship to know anyone else aside from Rashae and many of the nurses and matrons who had assisted him when the atonement crash-landed in the Hanger, not to mention Raja.

Lon didn’t think of ever using the Force to scan the ship, let alone the mess hall. The ship itself was too big for him to do an in-depth scan of the place. The strain of using the force to that extent would incapacitate him for at least a week which meant he would have to do it the old fashioned way, on foot.

Although Lon’s and Raja ’s primary objective was to provide all the humanitarian aid they could a secondary objective of them being there was to act as a security detail if necessary and it was beginning to look that way. Lon knew that other factions were on the ship too which would make it significantly harder to track down a suspect.

Lon didn’t have a chance to see Raja since he had sent her off with the pregnant twi’lek and knowing how short staffed the Padmé was he would have to go on this one alone but not without sending her a message. Lon began to center his mind as he focused on the young chiss’ force signature. Although Raja wasn’t his Padawan he was in close enough proximity to her that he knew that the message would get to her.

Someone created a diversion on the ship using a smoke bomb. Keep your eyes and ears out for any suspicious characters and let me know immediately. Inform the minister that this is urgent, accept any and all help but be discreet. I have a feeling that the person responsible was after something valuable, probably information. Quickly severing the connection in case the person who had set the bomb was a force sensitive, It was highly unlikely though but he wasn’t willing to take any chances.

Throughout the various missions that he was sent on Lon knew that information was an important commodity to various individuals known for their notorious business dealings and affiliations in this particular system. Often this information was sold for credits given the siege that was on the Ryloth it wouldn’t surprised if the enemy would stoop to playing dirty to try and gain any advantage they could. Even though the Padmé itself was a medical ship if it had any information that would be useful to enemy forces on Ryloth or anyone else for that matter they were essentially a floating target which meant that time was of the essence.

Walking off to a private corridor and waving the lieutenant to follow him. Lon tripled checked to make sure to they were out of earshot before he addressed the man.

“What type of security systems do you have lieutenant and where are the controls kept? I need to review security footage of the mess hall and the surrounding wings, who ever set off the bombs was after something if it is what I think it is the Padmé is in deep trouble and the sooner we deal with it, the better.”

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