Re: Jump Space: Ash's Medical Date: 263-1107 15:30
Ash nods to Shui's request to continue. He pauses for a moment as debates briefly on where to go next. Ash settled on burns and shrapnel on his left leg. Pointing to them, he notes, "Fragmentation grenade. Mid-1101." He glances at Shui, "A counter-insurgency strike by the IISS to protect communications, Re: xBoats, and exploration assets near Biter in the Sword World Confederation. Pro-Sword World rebels trying to disrupt the Lunion to Five Sisters route." Ash doesn't feel compelled to dwell on whether the Imperium should have been in orbit above a Confederation like Biter; it was not his place: then or now. So, he merely continues, pointing to the small pockmarks further down the leg, and adds sheepishly, "Same ... er... defensive action - 12 gauge shotgun with buckshot and some light SMG fire." Ash stares down at the old scars for a long moment, as if reliving a small piece of personal history, before continuing, "I'm a bit of a glutton for punishment, I guess." Another sheepish, self-depricating smile.
The claw marks on his leg are next. "Vargr. Corsair. It was mid-1094 and I was on an SDB stationed around Dentus in the Regina subsector." Ash rubs the rough skin a bit, "It was good thing that the son of a bitch wasn't as good in microgravity as I was. I...I got very lucky." A small shudder as the navigator relives a fleeting, momentary, but obviously vivid memory.
Then he is on to scars on his arms. Ash starts with the left arm, "The biggest knife wound, you have seen, Doctor." He does hold it up for a closer, more prolonged, more clinical inspection, while continuing his narration, "Bar Brawl, my first tour with the IN. I got that one during my second shore leave." He rubs is the pinkish skin for a moment, "Say... early-1092 or so on Regina. It hurt like hell when it went through. And it still twinges every so often - so, there's probably some old nerve damage." He twists the arm back and forth, noting, "Full range of motion in pronation, though - so, it's minor."
Ash points to a couple of other places on both forearms and hands, and notes off-hand, "There are others. Most are superficial; none nearly as impressive as that first one." Another glassy look, then that same sad smile, "Let's chalk those up to me and my section mates trying to impress women." After a pregnant pause, Ash purses his lips knowing his quasi-attempt at humor is not really warranted. With eyes downcast Ash notes, "Strike that, Doctor. The truth is more likely that I was just a really poor drunk." When he looks up at her, Ash adds quickly, "I don't drink any more, Ma'am."
He points to a couple of the smaller cut scars especially around the wrists and knuckles, "Some are from OCS training. Most people get smart quick with live blade training." Ash shakes his head, and notes darkly, "I guess I was never that smart or that quick. Needless to say, I never quite got the handle on it." He knows that Shui has seen his ability (or lack thereof) with blade first hand in the couple of days of class this week already.
Ash thrusts the shoulder with the plasma burns forward for the doctor to take a further look at, "As I noted before - plasma conduit." He holds his arm in a rough approximation of the position that he believed he was in at the time. And then points to a spot in space where the conduit leak was likely to have been. A rough pantomime for her to see approximately what may have happened over a decade ago when Ash pulled his Naval crewmate to safety. "The IN's tailored vacc suits saved both of our lives that day." explains Ash plainly.
He pauses as if trying to think of anything else to say. "Ah," Ash quips as he remembers additional things. "The last two are not very exciting." He points to the small pinkish spots that were probably lesions of some sort, "A couple of years ago, I contracted Carmine's Pox out in the frontier in District 268. The fever sucked, but the itching was almost unbearable."
Ash purses his lips as he got to the bottom of the laundry list: the small claw marks on his forearms - both sides. They scars are pretty fresh; at most, they are a year or two old probably. "Armadillos." he notes flatly. "Made a pretty good killing on them as a speculative cargo." Ash notes off-hand, then adds by way of explanation, "They aren't bad individually.... But twenty tons of them. That was a lot to handle - sometimes the little blighters get aggressive." He shrugs slightly and then stands quietly waiting to see what the good Doctor wants to do next.