First Reply Of Poison & Practice

[Oleander]

//: New Vertica, Nar Shaddaa //:
//: Attire //:

Nar Shaddaa wasn't always this quiet, but tonight it was… for now. Along one of the alleys, a bag tumbled in the gentle breeze of the city, rolling over itself at a steady pace.

It stopped at the feet of a woman, who looked down, kneeling. She grabbed the bag, flattened it, and tossed it into the bin in front of a storage-like facility. Her red hair swayed in the same breeze, but before it got too tangled, she quickly brushed it down… almost in frustration.

"Annoying." She murmured as the jingle of keys echoed in the silence of the alleyway. The lock was always a struggle, but after a few choice words and a grunt, the door finally unlocked. Swinging open, the woman tossed a bag with an attempt at a prepared lunch onto the small desk and grabbed a white coat from the coat hanger.

Fingers worked quickly through the mess of copper hair as she held her elastic hair tie in her mouth. Muffled words escaped her lips as she read through the notes she had left herself the night before. There weren't many cases for her to deal with today, the thought delighted her as she figured her focus could be on her research for once.

Though she couldn't complain. The frequent revolving door of criminals that found themselves on the wrong side of a situation kept her boss and her landlord happy. Her license paid the bills, not her research.

With her hair in braids and her white coat on, Oleander took a seat against her desk as she watched the door. Hopefully, today would be quiet, but that would only be a blessing the Force could grant.

Reaching back, she grabbed a pretzel stick and chewed on it to avoid chewing on her thumb out of anxiety.

 

[Yuri Maji]

Thankfully for the mutt, Nar Shaddaa was still one of the few planets in Hutt space that didn't immediately draw a number of guns on him, given his more recent antics in Black Sun territory. But that didn't mean it was a harmless territory, especially for him. And the last job revealed something that had Yuri extremely on edge.

Walking through the streets, he searched anxiously for a street doctor that apparently did damn good work. His particular situation had him feeling that he couldn't just go to any other doctor, especially with the financial pinch he found himself in. Fuel and ammunition was expensive in general, let alone someone that had been traipsing around between the Core and the Outer Rim in the last few months. Thankfully the building wasn't too hard to get to. Yuri tapped the buzzer before entering the building with a rather awkward face, looking around to get a layout of the establishment.

The lady behind her desk meeting his gaze didn't help his disposition.

"Um... hey, Doc. I, uh... I'm hopin' you can help me." The Shistavanen spoke up as he stepped into her establishment and came to a halt by her desk. His armour was scorched, one or two parts still smoking slightly from blaster fire, but at least he had his helmet off to give her the most genuine smile the Shistavanen could muster. "All my people are on the other side of the galaxy, and I think this is serious. Do you, uh... do cybernetics at all?" He asked her as he raised his left hand. The motions were rough and jagged compared to the usual fluidity one would expect.

"I was on a job and my arm just... seized up. Ain't workin' like it's supposed to." He explained to her with concern. "My shoulder's been aching like crazy as well." He continued, staring down at the arm before looking back to her with hopeful eyes. "Heard from some guys that you're damn good." He doubted that sweet-talking would get him far, but visits like these were somewhat embarrassing.

Oleander

 

[Oleander]

//: Yuri Maji //:

The chime on the door echoed, pulling Oleander from her daydreams. Her eyes fluttered from the obscure bouquet of flowers that resided on the corner of her desk towards the Mutt that had wandered in. He rambled, but they always did. Never truly introducing themselves, only demanding her services. At times, she wondered if this was how the women of the night felt. Someone walks in, requires the services they provided, and then leaves them with credits, assuming it was enough.

She let his words hang, letting silence fill the room before she moved. I'm not a vet… she thought quietly. Though a sentient species was a sentient species. Sighing softly, Oleander stood from her chair and opened a drawer with her glasses.

"Mmm, I can do cybernetics," she mused, "Not my favorite thing, but it is what it is." Her glasses found their place against her face, resting on the bridge of her nose. They slipped slightly, but her hand quickly caught them and slipped them back upwards.

"Didn't realize mercenaries talked as much as they do — you're not the first to bring up hearing about me from someone else." The copper-haired woman chuckled softly under her breath as she opened the door behind her desk. "Exam room is this way," she waved the Shistavanen to follow her.

The doorway led down a small hallway, the office being bigger than it looked on the outside. Lucky for Oleander, her employer through Black Sun was generous. The woman had plucked the poor Hapan from Hapes after a Sith raid on the planet and housed her along with a job.

Moving down the hallway, Oleander paused for a moment, her eyes checking the rotating vials of liquid. Her only other patient for the day would arrive a few hours later for these eye drops. Something the doctor, unknowingly, looked forward to. A few button presses, and the vials began to spin and rotate one over the other again.

"Here," Oleander pointed towards the empty exam room. She handed the man a medical gown and turned her back to him. "Just take off your shirt and anything else that would get in the way." Her voice was clinical as she instructed him.

Oleander busied herself with gathering tools and the like to work on the cybernetics; her hunch was that his shoulder pain would alleviate the moment the strain of the cybernetics released.

"It's not often I'm asked to work on cybernetics," she continued, her hands moving over a datapad, checking for the calibration of her tools.

"Could you tell me what you were doing?" She paused, remembering the line of work of the people who often visited her clinic. Turning, she nodded, almost ready for the man to quickly turn down her inquiry.

"I don't need details about the job… or your work… just what you were doing and what potential issues you had come across." She shrugged and once more pushed her glasses up her nose.

"Helps me pinpoint what needs to be done; no one really likes to spend more time than necessary at the doctor's."

She chuckled at her own joke and expense.