Haaza Kutter
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Cold, bare metal floors, exposed beams in walls, tool benches down both sides, microscopes, arc welder, circuit boards, microchips, wires, bare lightbulb dangles from wire, and in the middle a round shape of disfigured meat, it would've held an uncanny resemblance to a man but the wires hanging haphazardly out of wounds and the occasional transparent tube transporting oddly discoloured liquid. He thought it was ironic that the man held under his scalpel was his captain, and only a few days ago he had said 'we don't have the money to spend on a proper medical bay, besides none of us get hurt'.
To think he had a man's life in my hands, his hands the most unfit hands for the job, not for lack of skill nor incompetence with a scalpel, but for the things he had done. All the people he's attended to against their will, only to sell them to the highest bidder after their cybernetics overhaul. Not that this man deserved pity, he was a pirate and one of the worse people he had met, but he was the captain and he was the medical officer. How many will he hurt after he's repaired, 'I'd like to think I'm living my life for a higher cause, but it is little more than a morbid obsession'.
"You can't hear me captain, but I'll be opening-" he'd pause the florescent bulbs that were his eyes buzzed with light, the mechanical twitch and tinge of his inner working letting out a mechanical groan. "-you up now." he'd turn to his centre left addressing a small droid, it was a smooth ovoid floating a few inches from the floor on its own contragravity; as it approached, its top opened like a bursting beetle shell and hinged trays of medical equipment swung out.
To think he had a man's life in my hands, his hands the most unfit hands for the job, not for lack of skill nor incompetence with a scalpel, but for the things he had done. All the people he's attended to against their will, only to sell them to the highest bidder after their cybernetics overhaul. Not that this man deserved pity, he was a pirate and one of the worse people he had met, but he was the captain and he was the medical officer. How many will he hurt after he's repaired, 'I'd like to think I'm living my life for a higher cause, but it is little more than a morbid obsession'.
Making a line of red with his scapel he began to work