Public The Houses of Healing

[Ara Upacha]

Manaan was often a neutral planet in the the many wars that tore the galaxy apart. There was a source of healing Keto, protected by Selkath. Very few Force Users were permitted to live on the planet, due to the danger of influence; the Selkath wanted total neautrality so they could sell Keto to Jedi and Sith, GA and Mandalorians.

Ara had recieved a special dispensation from The Ahto High Court to live on Manaan as she healed all with the use of Keto, Becta, Herbs, and The Force. She was no respecter persons. She treated each patient as if it was The Force itself.

Today would test her resolve, a Sith Warrior was rolled into the OR, his arm torn asunder, and his right arm burned. Two Acolytes tried to hold him still as Selkath Guards helped eacort his body on a floating stretcher. The Sith cried out at the sight of Arla, she radiated the Light of Ashl and he shouted,

“Jedi Scum! I will not let her touch me! My religion forbids it!”

He soar on the floor, which Arla with datapad called small droids to swab. She then read his file, and saw that he had received two saber wounds to the lower torso, and though they were cauterized, she sensed in The Force that the organs were infected and in danger of being lost.

“Lord Maldros.. if I do not preform my healing craft on you, you will die.”

The Sith spouted blood, and said,
“It is a flesh wound! I can see fine with one eye! My arm can be replaced!”

Arla sighed and pulled a moniter with a scope and placed it above him, showing on a blue screen his organs, two of which were red rather than black.

“You see that? Your lung is punctured and filling with blood, and your pulmonary artery is clipped! You will die without intervention.”

The Sith spat in her face, she wiped it off her yellow skin, her silver eyes resolute and betraying no emotion, she was concerned for him, for in her OR there were no enemies, only patients.

“You’ll try to kill me! Yes, you Jedi Witch will put me under!”

He thrashed, the Two Acolytes holding his arms. Arla stepped towards him.

“Our faiths are at odds, you trust the Dark, I the Light, but we share one common thread, Life. Your kind even seek to preserve it with unnatural means, will you not permit me to save yours?”

The Sith growled.

“Touch me! And you die!”

One of the two Acolytes took his saber hilt and beat the skull pf his Master, knocking him cold. Ara looked at the mournful apprentice,

“Please.. save him..”

The Halaisi Healer prepared a operating table, and had the Sith Lord placed upon it. She had a shot of Keto injected at the lung, provided by the Shelkath, she then had to hollow out the pulmonary canal on both ends since it was cauterized, and then stitched the artery together. She tried to forgo using her power due to the patient’s insistence that it was against his beliefs.

She had him then hauled after being closed by a droid into a Becta, removing her mask she checked his vitals which were good, but not great. She went into waiting room where the Acolyte stood, worry painted on his face.

“He made it through the operation. I used methods that do not violate his wishes, but the consequence means he will need a respirator unit for the rest of his life.”

The Acolyte hugged her, she was use to this, she placed her arm around his shoulder and patted it.

“Thank you! You are miracle worker!”

Ara shook her head.

“He is strong, his will helped. I did what most doctors would do.”

The Acolyte backed off from the embrace and shook his head.

“He says caring is a trap.. that it weakens a warrior. But he is my teacher..”

The Halaisi Doctor placed her hand on his shoulder in a gesture of comfort, she did this despite it not being her natural inclination, she did it for patients and those who were in their circle of care.

“It is natural to feel strongly for a mentor. You did well.”

He looked at her and said,

“I am taught to hate Jedi.. and yet you saved my Master.”

Arla nodded,

“Life is complex. My Call is to confront Darkness, and yet today I perserved One who is its vessel. There are some who would have urged Malpractice would be justified. But I believe every life counts, and matters.”

The Acolyte smiled,

“I hope we never meet on the battlefield.”

The Halaisi Jedi smiled,

“Me too. Now, you may visit him. He is in Becta Wing 3.”

The Acolyte bowed his head and went to see his Master. Arla took a breath as a droid approached,

“New injured inbound, Mandalorian.”

Ara nodded, the work of a Healer was never done.

 

[Ara Upacha]

A Helocraft hovered over the water filled sqaure, aboard was a Mandlaorian in orange and white armor, his helm had holes, qnd two Mandos in white flanked him as the hovercraft set down on a white landing pad. Ara rushed out with Med droids, seeing that the Warrior had blaster burns at the head, and some at his torso.

“Move him into OR One stat!”

The Droids took the Warrior of Mandalore into the operating room where his two Wards stood attention. Ara attempted to remove his helm when one of the Wards shouted,

“No! His helm cannot be removed! This is The Way!”

The Halaisi Doctor took a breath, she had encountered many Mandos and knew some subscribed to a strange sect that never removed their helmets.

“That will make things more difficult. MD-4, get me a holoscope, I need to see inside.”

A Mando batter the device aside.

She looked at his Ivory T-shaped visor.

“Your rule is no removing his helm, this will only peek inside..”

The Mando tilted his head,
“Alright..”

What she saw on the holoscreen was bludgining marks at his head, signs of truama, but the burns seemed to have been stopped by Beskar, save one.

“What in Ashla’s name?! A round bypassed his armor?!”

The two Mandos shifted in their boots.
As she scanned more, something was imbedded in his skull.

“He must be operated on immediately! I have to remove his mask!”

They two unsheathed Beskcads.
“No!”

Arla took a drill and inserted it into mask and cracked a piece off, she then took a scalpel, and cut into the wound, making incision. The vitals of Mando which a droid was now tracking was spiking, the arching lines went flat. Ara grabbed a defibulator and tore off the breastplate, she charged it and jolted his body.

“Come on! Come on!”

She primed it at a higher volts and jolted the Mandalorian who’s heart came back to normal, she returned to head wound which a droid held the instrument as she then returned to cutting when she found a shard, like a dart and carefully removed it. She called on The Force to keep tue hemmoraging down, and she dropped the shard in chrome metal bucket. She continued to work on him, removing shards, when after six hours she let a droid close up and inject some Keto.

She approached the two Wards and asked,

“What is this?”

One stepped forward,

“Vibro-arbir round.. our enemies are finding ways to pierce our armor.”

The Halaisi Doctor dropped the bucket on a table and cleaned her hands in a sink.

“Your Vod is in bad shape. I stopped tue bleeding and mended what I could, but without removing his mask.. I don’t know if what I did will be enough.”

The Two Manda’ward bowed their helms ans beat their breasts, “This is The Way!”

As a Jedi Healer she had to respect unique customs and traditions. But Ara had to admit it aggravated her when a tradition threatened the life of her patient. She sat as two droids mopped up the blood, he had lost a lot and there was no certainty that he would come out of his truama induced coma. They had to wait and see what The Force willed.

Ara had droids monitor The Mando Patient closely as she stepped out to get some hot tea and get some air. First a Sith Lord, now a Mando. The frontlines was sending many to her door and while at times she resented it, that the holes she closed would probably be endless as conflicts sent their broken flesh to Manaan.

 

[Izama]

Ara Upacha

The world of Manaan was beautiful to many who were on the surface.. and below the waters it was a different thing. The aquatic jedi temple on Glee Anslam was one thing for all of them to see... but wonders rarely ceased as the old facility housed the Shasa group Selkath force users who worked to protect the world... and sometimes worked with the jedi when they were not being manipulated into killing thousands to break them to the will of a powerful force user. Izama moved through the waters and her icy blue eyes tracked dozens of firaxa as they swam around and avoided her. This close to the rift there wasn't much else when she surged quickly leaping out of the water at the docks in a display. Rough leathery skin gleaming with the water. Her hair slicked back as she was walking and her snout sniffed the air for a moment while she went towards the city itself.

 

[Izara 124221]

Location: Manaan
Attire: BMC Biot Catsuit
Tag: Ara Upacha Izama

It was her first day working under Dr. Upacha and Izara had already seen a Mandalorian and a Sith Warrior as patients. The biot had assisted with both of the patients’ operations, but it was only after coming out of the OR did she realize the unexplainable gravity of the work she had done. In that regard, she briefly wondered whether they should attempt to arrest the Sith and the Mandalorian. However, since there was no one on the premises capable of fighting two Sith Acolytes and two Mandalorian warriors, Izara quickly rejected the idea. Not to mention, the damage that would be inflicted on the hospital from such a fight would no doubt prevent them from treating other patients.

And so, while Dr. Upacha took her break, Izara had been tasked with overseeing the care of the two patients. The biot first assessed the Mandalorian, who was being protectively watched over by the two warriors at his side. They regarded her with intense glares, but otherwise did not interrupt her as she performed her assessment—at least, as much of an assessment as she could perform without taking off the Mandalorian’s helmet.

Once she was finished, Izara moved on to assess the Sith Warrior. With his burns, he would need fluids replaced. Accordingly, the biot first checked to ensure that his fluid levels were stable, before assessing his broader condition.

In doing so, Izara quickly realized that she could give the Sith Warrior her lungs, so that he wouldn’t require a respirator.

The fact that her patient was a Sith did not affect the biot’s decision or resolve. She sought to heal, as she was programmed to do, no matter the patient. Accordingly, Izara swiftly moved to find the healer, in order to request clearance for the operation.

 

[Ara Upacha]

Ara had retreated to her room to get some rest, a couple hours of sleep. Her alarm rang and she rose as a dispenser brewed hot water and dropped some herbal tea into a chrome cup. The Halaisi Doctor rose and picked up a datapad with updates on The Sith and Mando, all curtesy of Izara 124221, her Biot and Intern. Ara sipped the steamy liquid as she looked out her window at the crashing waves. Manaan’s world on the surface was a small city, but underneath was a wide world that the Shelkath kept hidden from the galaxy. Only on one occasion had she been taken to the depths to a facility where the Keto was harvested. An accident that had demanded her presence, and she was told if she ever divulged what she saw, that her career as a doctor would be finished, and her calling as a Jedi placed in jeopardy. Keeping a secret was not a difficult burden, she was use to it due to doctor-patient confidentiality.

Finishing her tea, The Jedi Healer made her way outside her qaurters where she encountered a most unique individual, a Karkarondon Female ( Izama ), who’s fin head, black hair, and her snout with Firaxen like teeth made her striking, not to mention the rest of her features. The doctor was fascinated by oceanic peoples, she had plenty of interactions with Shelkath, Mon Calamari, and Quarren, but few with Karkarodon.

“Hello, I do not believe we have met. I am Doctor Ara Upacha.”

She recieved some pings om her datapad, probably Izara teting to get hold of her. She swiped yhe screen and sent her geo-location, so that The Intern could find her more easily. Ara knew that in no time more hovercraft would bring wounded and she would be back to the operating room cutting and stitching.

 

[Izara 124221]

Location: Manaan
Attire: BMC Biot Catsuit
Tag: Ara Upacha Izama

Izara found herself running through the halls as she made her way up to Doctor Upacha’s room, where she was waking up from her nap. In that, it was all too easy to take the fact that she didn’t need to sleep for granted. In many ways, the prospect horrified the biot. More than eight hours a day, gone? A lot could happen in eight hours, after all. Not to mention, there was the thought of having to catch up with what had happened while she was sleeping. It seemed so inefficient.

Fortunately, such thoughts were only horrifying figments of her imagination and not her reality. In that regard, Izara considered herself lucky, given the fact that quadrillions of sentients required sleep to function, including Doctor Upacha.

“Doctor Jedi!” Izara called out as she jogged down the hallway leading to the healer’s quarters. Once she arrived at the doctor’s side, the biot immediately spoke up, interrupting the meeting with the towering Karkarodon in the process. “We can operate to replace his lungs!” She continued, before offering the doctor her datapad, which detailed an outline for two surgical operations, one to take Izara’s lungs, and another to give them to the patient.

The Sith Warrior.

“I am prepared to donate mine, so that he can breathe on his own again.”

 

[Izama]

Ara Upacha Izara 124221

She stood there for a moment when someone approached and then was quickly moving away. Her snout sniffing for a moment before she was getting an alert with her interface. She moved quickly thhough as medical staffing was not large but she retrieved one of the crates of kolto. Less effecitve then bacta in the longer run and with bota largely gone from the galaxy. She had the barest skill with healing but was just better at helping transfer and move the equipment when she moved in and towered over a few. Offering a grin with a row of teeth showing but she was loloking at some of the other patients as she brought in the crate of supplies. Setting it down in a corner as her claw tipped toes drummed on the floor. She went about aiding one of the nurses moving some of the heavier equipment with one arm

 

[Ara Upacha]

Izara 124221 had come running and presented a rather bold operation to Docotor Upacha. She swiped through the particulars as the Karkaradon moved on without a word of reply to managing other tasks.

“Well.. I must admit it seems a sound course of surgery. How long will you need to regernate organs? I would hate for incoming wounded to arrive and my Intern is out of commission for days or weeks.”

Arla was somewhat familiar with Biot biology, but she had not had time to brief herself on her Intern’s special capabilities due to the influx of wounded that demanded most of her waking hours. The galaxy was at war. Well it always was, but The Mandlsorians had asserted themsleves, The Sith were rising form the ashes of their old empire, and her Jedi comrades were preparing temples across space for the sieges that were bound to come. In many ways Arla was thankful her healing takents had taken her off the front and placed her in a more positive role, if fixing marred flesh and bone, and tissue coukd be called positive knowing that in most instances it meant you were sending them right back out to undo her work, to injure others she would have to repair or sending them to their deaths, making her work somewhat futile. And yet what mattered was life, giving people a chance to live long enough to make better choices.

The Doctor Jedi looked over the procedure carefully with her silvery eyes.

“If you can assure me that this procedure will not sideline you in recovery for long, then I will consent.”

 

[Izara 124221]

Location: Manaan
Attire: BMC Biot Catsuit
Tag: Ara Upacha

“I altered my lungs to fit his biochemistry while you were resting.” Izara said. “There should be no chance of rejection or incompatibilities.” The biot added as the doctor swiped through the datapad.

“Well.. I must admit it seems a sound course of surgery. How long will you need to regernate organs? I would hate for incoming wounded to arrive and my Intern is out of commission for days or weeks.”

“The first operation will replace my lungs with a respirator. Provided it goes well, I should be up a few hours after I come out of stasis. The biotech tool kit will help to speed the rest of recovery along.” She replied. “Although I may not be able to help with the second operation, this won’t sidelong me for long. I promise.” The biot added.

“I’m ready to do this now, if you are, Doctor Jedi.” Izara finished, a fresh resolve in her tone as she waited with bated breath for the doctor’s response.

It might very well be one of the last breaths that she took with the lungs currently inside her chest.

 

[Ara Upacha]

The Jedi Doctor looked at the data and listened to Izara 124221 assurances.

“Very well, report to OR 2, I will get the Sith prepared.”

The Jedi Doctor went to the Becta 3, where the Apprentice stood.

“Doctor!”

Ara approached the tank and read the vitals and then looked at the Apprentice.

“Stayed here all night? Your devotion to your Master is to be commended. Now.. I have decided to preform a procedure on your Master. It will ensure he never needs a respirator, and will be in the peak of health.”

The Apprentice looked a little worried.

“Why didn’t you do this before?”

The Doctor approached him.

“A doner became available and if we do this, your Master will be whole, with no need of mechanical apparatus to breath.”

The Apprentice sighed,

“If its what you think is best Doctor, then I trust you.”

Ara placed her hand on his shoulder.

“As with all surgeries and transplants, there are risks, you need to know he could die on table despite that the probability pf that happening is three percent.”

The Apprentice nodded,

“I understand.. but if this means he won’t have to breath out of a tube the rest of his life, then go ahead.”

The Jedi Doctor had the Becta Tank drained and two droids helped removed the Sith Lord on to a stretched, a air machine on his mouth helping him breath as he was escorted to Operation Room 2. Ara went to a room with many sinks and scrubbed her hands, she placed a mask on her face and headed into operation room.

Izara was already in stasis as droid anesthesiologists kept her and Darth Maldros under for what would be quite the operation. Doctor Upacha took the scapel and opened the Biot at the lungs, the blood that kept the perfect organs lubricated was a cyan blue that glowed, which made seeing easier.

Ara called to a Droid standing by,

“Suction..”

The Droid responded immediately, the glowing life blood was recycled into a clear container, in case they needed it later.

The Jedi Doctor tended to the lungs which looked human, and were as Izana had said, transmuted into what would fit and function for the Sith Lord. A droid was simultaneously opening Darth Maldros, this was the tricky part, she had to move the new lungs to a holding tank, and now get the Sith’s damaged lungs out. The Droid swapped positions with Doctor Upacha, and tended to The Biot who was completely breathing on a respirator now. As Ara navugated the Sith’s chest, his blood pouring out in scarlet waves, the monitor showed that his heart rate was rising as well as a critical WARNING! Flashing. She called to a droid,

“More suction! Hurry!”

Then his vitals spiked when she took out the bad lungs. A Med Droid with white eyes and frame wiped her forehead with a sponge, and once ahe finished connecting the bronchial tubes and atrial attachments to the heart, she checked his Heart Rate again which having spiked went back to normalcy. She breathed a sigh of relief.

Removing her bloodied hands, the droids who used suction began to sow them both up. The Doctor Jedi removed her second set of red stained gloved and dropped them in a trash can that had cyan stained gloves. She had changed her gloves mid surgery, and a droid cleaned the New Lungs before transplanting them. Both Izana and Maldros had good vitals, and Ara decided to have both placed in Becta Tanks to speed their recovery. She went out into hall were the Apprentice waited.

“Surgery went well, he will be just fine.”

The Apprentice hugged her again. She patted his shoulder before he released.

“Get some rest. We could all use some”

 

[Izara 124221]

Location: Manaan
Attire: BMC Biot Catsuit
Tag: Ara Upacha

Since her first activation in Vault 101, Izara had never once slept or gone into stasis. She had avoided doing so out of a perceived need to remain active. After all, she had needed to secure an internship position in order to start down the path of becoming a full-fledged physician. There had also been the need to familiarize herself with her surroundings and learn all that she could about the modern galaxy. Since she had been built before the Gulag plague, there had been certain inconsistencies within her databases which had needed to be corrected.

Accordingly, over just a few days the biot had developed an aversion to going inactive. What if she missed something important? What if her master needed her? How would she catch up on the hours she had missed? Such questions had filled her synthetic mind, and now, they assailed it as the prospect of her first sleep since activation loomed in her awareness. Accordingly, Izara had taken pains to plan. She had sent messages to everyone that she knew, including Nathan Bloodscrawl , Ara Upacha, and Eloise Dinn , telling them that she would be unavailable for the next six or so hours. In that regard, she had also enclosed detailed plans regarding what to do if she died while in stasis. A will, of sorts. Doctor Upacha would be entitled to her medical dropship. Nathan would be entitled to her diamonds, gems, and all other possessions. And finally, Eloise would receive all of the pearls she had retrieved from Vault 101 and her aurodium hoop earrings.

Her hoop earrings. Right.

Izara took them off and placed them in a nearby locker before being wheeled into the operating room. After a few moments, the sheer craziness of her situation suddenly dawned on her. Here she was, preparing to sleep for the first time in her brief existence, in order to save the life of a Sith Lord by donating her lungs to him.

What had she gotten herself into?

Before she could think anymore on it, Izara was out.

 

[Ara Upacha]

Doctor Upacha programmed Med Droids to keep watch on Izara 124221 and Darth Maldros. She had to admit she felt less ease without her Intern in charge, she trusted The Biot more than these droids, and the quiet was rather eery, she eas use to pings on her datapad and the voice of Izara. While it was true Ara was more introverted, spending her time tending to the tasks of medicine, she had to admit that she enjoyed company. Too few could understand her world like Izara, and that made her decision to go along with the operation difficult. She had grown attached, something the traditional Jedi teachings forbade.

As the Jedi Doctor made her way on the outside of the Medical Wing of Manaan, she encountered one of Mandos, who brandished a Beskcad. She approached the Warrior, who turned with his T-shaped Visor.

“Doctor.”

He bowed his head.

Ara gave a nod as she looked at him holding the blade of his religion, hers remained idle dangling from her belt, which she noticed he was eyeing.

“Your Liege is doing well, though I advise you adjust your expectations, he has brain truama.”

The Mando nodded.

The Jedi Doctor sighed.

“I hate that war creates more tools to destroy, that now your precious ore is not the security it once was.”

The Mando nodded.

She did not know why she carried on like this, he was a natural enemy of Jedi and yet so alike. Mandalorians had honor, Ijaat, as did Jedi, both had weapons of religion, and both had families, Clans and Orders.

“Jetiise, may I ask of you something?”
The Mando’s voice was montone.

Ara turned and nodded.

“May I tilt with you? Our defeat was shameful.. my Ijaat diminished. Would you help a Mando restore his honor?”

Doctor Upacha squinted, and then stepped over to Shelkath Guard to explain something, The Fish Face looked at the Mando and nodded.

She then stepped towards The Mando and unclipped her lightsaber hilt. They were on a horshoe shaped area with a body of water, a raised wall around the shape which Ara snappimg her emerald blade to life leapt up on, using the Force to balance om rounded chrome half wall. To the right would be a fall to ocean below, a gamble for a doctor, but she had already made a gamble with Izara.

The Mando leapt up and brandished his Besckad, and with a salute he thrusted, Ara parried in a sweep, and seung her glowing blade around her headress as she counter attacked. She took some steps back, teetering a little, when the Mando became more agresssive, doing s flurry of cuts, and leaping into air he jetpacksd and landed behind her, she spun on her heel and thrusted and used some wrist flexing cuts to aim for her Beskar breastplate, one made a hit which sparked and mase Mando stop and look down to small poof of black smoke.

Ara enjoyed the exercise, and a chance to hone her saber skills which she had neglected of late.

“Point to me, shall we go to three?

The Mando nodded and then charged with a overhead strike, which made Ara catch it and he thrusted his left wrist with a punch, that knocked the wind out of her and made her nearly fall off into ocean, she called to The Force like a net that caught her, and then pulled herself to her feet.

The Mando in montone said,
“Point to me?”

The Jedi Doctor coughed and nodded.

She then switched to two hands on her ligjtsaber hilt when she broke into a great chain of cuts so powerful that it knocked The Mando on to one boot as he began to fall to watery deoths, he jetted up in which she swept up her blade to strike his Besksr boot and his blade passed through her headress, tearing it. A double hit.


A crowd of Selkath and assorted visitors watched as the long time enemies, Jedi and Mando sparred. Motioning to solid chrome ground, Ara wished to take away the inhibitor of balancing, and so they stood, one with glowing emerald the other poured some oil form his flamethrower on his blade and immolated it. The Mando charged with his jetpack thrusting him, and Ara called to Force to speed her steps, the two met in middle their blades crackling and clanging ad theu met and swirled around their bodies in a symphony of slashes and stabs, the two were on par, neither gaining an inch, Ara would advance as shef somersaulted as the saber csme to bear down and the Mando rolled and rose up with flaming blade and lunged. The two collided as rein began to fall nad lightning bolts broke the sky, the saber sizzled loudly as drops fell, and The Mando’s blade stayed aflame due to oil that burned. The two now were on roofs as they leapt off walls and met, blades clashing. The Mando fired a grappler cord around Ara and took her for a ride above the ocean, Firaxen fins rising like jaggid teeth of Sea itself. As the Mando csme about the buildinfs once more with yellow lights, Ara cut the cord and landed on rooftop, when the Mando made another pass, coming straight for her with his burning blade, Ara gripped hisr hilt with both hands and put great strength in the blow, the Mando using the velocity of his flight causing when both met a great bubble of water to rise:

The Mando landed on roof, the flames on his Beskcad exstinguished and The Jedi’s Doctor’s Lightsaber deactivated, they both panting.

Ara spoke up,
“Shall we call that a draw?”

The Mando nodded.

“Thank you Jetiise.. you allowed me to regain my Ijaat.”

The Jedi Doctor laid there in the rain, letting herself rest a while as she watched the lightning streaks cross the dark sky in white, as if the Light Side was manifesting, reminding her Jefi are to be like the lightning at times.

 

[Izama]

Izama had been working on moving equipment the staff needed and then there was rain and then there seemed to be fighting as she was unsure of where i had come from and such a disturbance would likely draw the attention of the selkath and not in a good way. Kolto might not be as effective but Manaan wasn't attacked as much as Tyferria so even a lower grade healing aid was important. She moved as the rain was around and looked at the fighting for a moment when she finally walked back over. Seeing the jedi doctor who had been there as she looked down and spoke. "That was a dangerous thing, the selkath could sanction offworlders."

 

[Izara 124221]

Location: Manaan
Attire: BMC Biot Catsuit
Tag: Ara Upacha

Neon green photoreceptors shot open as the sudden feedback of fresh awareness rushed into Izara’s synthetic mind. In that regard, her gaze shifted from one side of the room to another, taking in the droids who had been tasked with overseeing her…

Was it already finished?

Izara glanced down at her right flank, finding a fresh surgical scar (which was already beginning to heal) just under her arm. Its presence confirmed what she already suspected, and yet, could hardly believe. The surgery was complete and what had once been her lungs had been successfully transplanted into the patient.

Now, they were the lungs of a Sith Lord.

Izara took a deep breath through her new lungs (artificial though they were) and sat up in her bed. In assessing the activity of the medical droids (and the sickly-sweet smell in her olfactory receptors), the biot processed that she had just been taken out of the bacta tank. While she still needed to rest (at least in theory) after the operation, her own recovery was not the foremost thought on her mind. Instead, it was the health of her recipient—her patient—that occupied most of her processing power. She needed to see him. She needed to listen to his lungs. She needed to assess his breathing. She needed to test his pulmonary function.

She needed to know that he was healthy.

 

[Ara Upacha]

The Jedi Doctor looked up at the Kark ( Izama ), who mentioned sanctions.

“I spoke with the guard before sparring. But if you wish to report me, go ahead. Though know that to do so imperils many if I am removed.”

The Mandalorian stirred,

“I will take the penalty if trouble comes of this. I asked her to restore my honor.”

Ara was incensed, stood up when her mini-datapad braclet beeped, it seems not only was Izara 124221 was awake but was moving about, which to The Haleisi Doctor was a little soon.

“Exuse me, my patient has awoken.”

She headed back to the medical wing were she found Izara chscking on the Sith Lord’s status.

“I might have known that first thing you would do upon waking is to check on Him.”

The Yellow Skinned Doctor drew closer and looked at the Dark Lord.

“You really should be resting, as precaution. Though I am pleases you are looking well post-op. Let me see..”

She held put a scanner and checked the Lungs.

“The artificial ones seem to be working fine.”

She turned to the sith in yhe Becta Tank.

“I sometimes wonder how futile this all is. We patch up the likes of him and he is bound to wound many others that will be sent pur way. And yet if not him, someone else in his place will do the work.”

The ethics of medicine were etched in stone, but in the end the goal was to save the patient, not ponder if they deserved it. The belief was that each life counts, which was hard to reconcile when it was an enemy. And yet Ara with the help of Izara had saved this Dark Lord, and maybe, just maybe he would make some better choices. She doubted it, but there always was hope.

 

[Izara 124221]

Location: Manaan
Attire: BMC Biot Catsuit
Tag: Ara Upacha

Izara carried out her assessments in silence. In spite of the fact that the medical droid on duty had informed her that her patient was stable, something in her programming demanded that she verify the droid’s evaluation for herself. After all, she had missed more than six hours. It was imperative that she re-orient herself to the condition of her patients, including this one.

Especially this one.

“I might have known that first thing you would do upon waking is to check on Him.”

Izara spun around upon registering her superior’s voice, her neon green photoreceptors lighting up as the Halaisi held up a medscanner to check the patient’s lungs. In that, the biot gave a sigh of relief when the data came back, her synthetic mind analyzing and evaluating it within a microsecond.

By the numbers alone, the Sith appeared to be healthy.

“I think this was a success, then.” Izara said, a soft smile coming over her features as she did. However, it quickly faded when Ara mentioned that their patient would likely wound and maim others, who would then be sent their way to be healed. For her part, Izara had suppressed such thoughts, after deciding that they were antithetical to her work. Ara’s words brought them back, at which point Izara realized something about how she had treated the Sith patient.

“I…I think I overcompensated.” Izara said with a slight frown. “I knew that my biases had the potential to negatively affect my care of this particular patient, so I tried to compensate for that by…” The biot paused, glancing down at her side, where the scar from her surgery was still healing. “Giving away a part of myself.” She continued.

Then, a pause.

“Do you think I made the right decision, Doctor Jedi?”

 

[Ara Upacha]

Ara watched her Intern-Patient as she responded to the good news and the not so good news. As a Jedi she was suppose to see the ‘bright’ side of everything, that there was a plan, a purpose under The Force. As a Doctor she held the opposing view, she had learned that maxims, creeds, and hoped often broke at a saber’s edge on both sides. It was why she had enlisted as Chief Medical Officer, to use her hands to heal rather than for hypocrisy. While she believed in self defense and proved she was no pacifist by her duel with The Mando, wars were usually selfish causes; someone somewhwre demandss more and they squeezed those who could no longer give any more Blue Milk, as a result they either had to migrate or make war, fight for survival. The Republic or Alliance or Rebels saw themselves as the good, the democratic civilizing goverment body, but many of Outer Rim territories were neglected and fell for uprisings and empires, lead by the Sith and other factions. The truth is guilt did lie on both sides, and Ara sought to be independent, as much as possible through medicine. She did not see flags when she had forked through their open bodies with her instruments.

Izara 124221 had been disturbed by what The Jedi Doctor had said. Futility was dangerous to contemplate, as physicians they needed to believe in life and help their patients. That is why politics must be abandoned in the operating room and clinic, as well as religious prejudices. She doubted this Sith Lord would be thrilled that she had opened him up and touched his insides. And it was at this moment she heard Izara need for affirmation, had she made the right decision? She had confessed to overcompensating, to which Ara replied,

“Never second guess yourself. To do so is not helpful and in retrospect we all run through data on what we could have, should have or might have done. You made the best judgement call in the moment, that is what matters. Certainly there is room for improvement, but you did well, I shall say as such in my report. You put the patient before yourself. That said, had you not been a Biot capable of recoverying and operating on artifical breathers, I would not have consented because you can save far more lives in peak of health. I made special exception in this case, but that was a gamble, and it could have proved fatal for you both. What you need to consider from now on is if the risks outweight the benefits. Had either of you died on table, I’d have lost a collegue who I rely on and treasure or we might have started more conflict, Sith seeing that I a Jedi was the surgeon would have thought it was malpractice.”

She smiled as she placed her hand on The Biot’s shoulder.

“I know, sounds like paradoxical advice. Follow your gut, but consider other options. In time you will see they are not antithetical, but compliment each other in the field.”

 

[Ara Upacha]

The next day, Ara was going over teat results when she heard the loud chirp of vital machines that had been disconnected and sound of glass breaking, she rushed into the room where there was only shards and wet foot steps from Becta Tank. She followed them into a hall of white light which went out and suddenly a hum of a red blade swinging over her head as she ducked in time to not jave it be severed. Standing was the Sith Lord who took deep breaths,
“I told you not to touch me Jedi! You placed your defiled hands in my insides! Now you shall die!”

The Sith Lord sweeped his blade widly and Arla ignited her peridot green blade to meet it and parry, the two blades crackling as she held in lock up.

“Surgery was necessary to ensure you would not need a respirator. The lungs you have were a gift from my Intern.”

The Dark Patient threw her back with a wave of his hand. As he approached, his long black locks like falls on his shoulders, his eyes embers as he drew his saber in one hand.

“I would rather have been digested by a Sarlaac for a thousand years than have the likes of you practice witchcraft on me!”

The Doctor felt dizzy from the back of her head hitting the wall, she steadied herself and held her saber in Ataru stance.

“I swore an oath as a physician to do everything in my power to mend what is broken!”

The Sith in his mania ahouted, “you probably planted explosives inside, and when I return to Juntrand and am in the company of the Dark Council I become a weapon to wipe put the leadership!”

The Sith took his saber and turned the tip on himself.

“No! Do not commit self harm!” shouted Arla as she beat the blade into the wall and tried to hold it there.

He growled as he pressed his face against her.

“I am nothing now! Tainted! Ticking!”

Selkath Security came running with stun rifles and aimed to fire, when The Sith Lord broke off from the lock up and cast a web of lightning bolts that struck all five guards who fell to the ground, seeing a glass window, he leapt out and landed on chrome path where Selkath and Humans fled. Arla prusued and reached out and yanked with The Force, making the Deranged Dark Sider fall. He seung eidly as he tried to get up and cut a Selkath at the knee and they fell with burning mark that went blacl. More Guards let fly rings of blue stun bolts, which flew like halos around the Dark Lord who turned and declected several, absorbing many, Arla charged and collided with Him, making he fall and drop his lightsaber. He began to claw at her as she pulled out syringe with a needle that she attached as she wrestled to his skin and injected a sedative. His accelerated chest heaving and breathing began to calm and he went limp. Shelkath Security Forces converged, and surrounded them both. Arla stood up as a stretcher was brought by Med Bots she called with her wrist datapad. She began he slow walk back to Medical Wing, her head throbbing. She made it to the Becta Room, and she noticed marks across the wall, then she looked down behind the the tank and saw The Acolyte with a severe cauterized hole in his chest.

“No no no!”

She hit an emergancy panel and Med Droids came flooding in and she gave orders,

“Prep him for surgery! I.. oof.. I need him on oxygen, intubate, and.. uh.. do some scans.. a MRI..”

She felt light headed, and that was confirming her worst fear, concussion.