Private Ripperdocs of Taris

[Alora Vizsla]

Taris. A nice enough planet. Plenty of cargo hauls to and from it given all the damage the suffered because of the spooky-scary stuff, but not a lot of Alora's type. Maybe if it were still on the Galactic Alliance's side of the border? No, they'd still not be blockading the planet or something. Only intruding on the Imperials got the crazy insane payouts. So, this wasn't a big haul. More a leisure check on the local market and the pirate scene.

The Gambit was parked in a designated landing area with the parking beacon set. He'd be downloading some of the latest cybernetic research papers and prowling for hints of secret underworld researchers. Alora could always count on him to find something to occupy himself; not that he couldn't reach her any time he wanted to talk or make sure she hadn't gotten into trouble.

Her helmet had been left behind, but Alora didn't go anywhere without her twin disruptor pistols at her hips. There was nothing more certain to end a fight before it started than showing she didn't shoot to kill -- she shot to erase something's very existence. No corpse, no crime. In theory.

The medical tents had been active as hell in the wake of the undead outbreak on Taris too. Probably meant a lot of people could use some good cybernetics. Alora would keep an eye out for someone in particular need or suffering from substandard gear because that's all they had on hand at the time. Her illicit activities were to subsidize good gear for people in need. She was totally a Robin Hood -- whoever the kark that was -- if you ignored the fact it was a great excuse to play with cutting-edge goods.

Toward that end, Alora drifted into one clinic in particular to chat up the local staff. Maybe get a peek at their records or hear a "sob story" the staff just couldn't forget -- stuff like that.

Zee Caromed​

 

[Zee Caromed]

It felt like every time he came home, Zee had to make the rounds and then make them again. Nevermind visiting all the requisite members of the Clan who wanted to check in on him, the busybodies who wanted to keep tabs on the Clan leader's younger and more lucid child, and the fun part - his actual friends - Zee made the effort to pay back some of what he owed his hometown. The Talinn district was an endless pit of need, and the Caromed clan had been pouring bandages and antibiotics into that pit for centuries. He'd cut his teeth as a nurse in the hospitals, studied at dozens of little clinics, and had eventually made his way up into the Life-Bearers.

He put his hours in whenever he could. Taris had graduated over the years from a half-polluted shivhole broken up by the occasional wasteland to a fully polluted disaster with both generational scars and fresh wounds. Tending the needs of the populace wasn't just the right thing to do, it was fully necessary, good work. And it also exposed him to the most fascinating edge-case injuries and absurdly advanced cyberware that could be found outside of the inner core. He had no idea where these tweakers came in with half this junk. Of course, more often than not they came in with some greyware combat nonsense that'd likely kill them from autoimmune issues long before they managed to kill themselves with it.

Watching the clinic of a clanmate, Zee had just finished up installing a complicated little module in the jaw of a Klatoonian who was currently still sleeping across the operating table of the little one-chair clinic. The door buzzed to let him know somebody had come in, so Zee gave a call of 'Be right out!' as he finished washing up.

Dressed in a skirt and a crop top bearing the Clan Caromed symbol, a green coarseweave Life-Bearer sash around his waist, Zee stepped out from cover. He notably keeping his hand near the blaster on his hip. You never knew on Taris. "Hey! Welcome to Mersey Jike's Half-Top One-Stop Chop-Chop Shop & Clinic." The svelte human greeted cheerfully. "My chair's busy for the next hour or so, if you're in a hurry. What can I help ya with?"

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