Mika responds to Cor's request.  "Sorry, I'll have to check on the gear later, first priority for me is the engines."  Mika heads down to the engine bay to make sure that everything's okay with the ships engines and other systems.

A Ghtroc 720. Not the fastest ship around, but a solid and worth the credits. There was no time to have a closer look at the freighter before they took of, but Dohr was fairly sure the mercenaries had done some modifications to it. The model was known as a reliable tranport, but not the most effective one in combat. The group didn't like seem like people who would take on the risks of the Outer Rims in a basically defenseless ship.

There was no time to have a chat about it with Rian or anyone else when they were well out of Det Akari's atmosphere either. Kyvarr brought the state of her leg into Dohr's attention and it was a good thing too as he had all but forgotten about it in all the hustle. The Cathar still didn't cry out even though the pain must have been agonizing. The Doc was sure no one else (well other than a Wookiee perhaps) could have withstood the torment for so long and it was a miracle she was still standing.

As if to emphasize the seriousness of her condition the woman collapsed at his feet, unconscious. Dohr knew the right technique used to lift heavier and bigger people, but Kyvarr was just to heavy for his weak muscles to carry. The Kel Dor knelt beside the warrior and was about to call for help when Janine Carstairs appeared from somewhere. "No. I do not think anyone else is injured, but she definitely does not look good."

Together the Talon medic and Dohr managed to carry and drag Kyvarr to the sick bay. With a quick look around Dohr could see it was well equipped for handling combat injuries, if not a full surgery. He was relieved to finally have proper equipment and pharmaceuticals to take care of the Cathar's leg. With Ms. Carstair's assistance he would have no trouble operating on the limb, but he still hoped all the running around had not caused more damage to the fracture.

The doctor wasted no time cutting open Kyvarr's trouser leg and scanned the injury with he onboard medisensor. After a proper surgical hand scrub he set to work.

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OOC: Could've rolled better..
22:33, Today: Dohr Veen rolled 23 using 1d20+14. Treat Injury roll
22:33, Today: Dohr Veen rolled 15 using 1d20+10. Knowledge: Medicine
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Since a stock model Ghtroc 720 did not boast something as elaborate as a medbay or even a biobed, Dohr and Sheila moved Kyvarr into one of the premium cabins.  Fortunately, for all her ferocity, the Cathar was barely five foot tall.  Supplies were slightly better as the Ghtroc carried an assortment of medpacs and medkits.  There was even Cor's 2-1B medical droid which was probably in Cor's room.

Dohr was quite worried as he examined Kyvarr's leg.  It was worse then she'd let on.  As soon as he removed the pant's leg he could see the extensive swelling and deformity.  The bone, which had been a clean break, now felt like it have splintered in several points, probably damaging underlying muscles and nerves.

Furthermore she was showing signs of mild to moderate hypovoleamic shock.  The more he assessed, the more he wondered how the Cathar had kept going.

Working quickly and confidently, Dohr and Sheila managed to stabilise Kyvarr's condition but they couldn't do a lot for her leg bar immobilise it and pump her full of painkillers and antibiotics.  Dohr needed a surgical facility to save the leg, even then he wasn't sure he could.


OOC:  As per the schematics, there is no medbay on this ship.

Heigren had quickly gone to work as host, even before Cor asked him to do.  He'd arranged for a droid to prepare the two 'economy bunk' rooms should any of the guests wanted to rest and then ensured the kitchen had caf on the pot and plenty of food available for anyone who was hungry.  He had no doubt various Talons would be hungry too.  When he'd come across Kyvarr, he'd quickly helped Dohr and Sheila move her to one of the premium rooms.  Then he was promptly pushed out the door by the medics so he'd returned to the kitchen after informing the Bothan of Kyvarr's injuries and location.

He'd been preparing some snacks in the galley when Idaya had walked in.  Heigren had been tempted to leave.  The Chiss had been exceptionally rude to him everytime he'd tried to talk to her before.  Still, that had been a bad situation.  They were safe now, the Talons had kept their word to get her offworld.  Maybe now she'd be friendlier.

He called over, "Hello Idaya.  Could I interest you in a snack?  Braised nerf strips perhaps or some Jumja chips?  It's not gourmet but it's filling.  You need some caf?  The regulars tend to set it so strong that it can melt durasteel but I can turn it down if you prefer."

Mika checks the engines.  They're fine.  It seems R2-A9 has been maintaining them, probably out of boredom, the entire time the Talons have been away.

OOC: All kinds of wrong guesses in my previous post. :D Though the part of Dohr not being strong enough to carry Kyvarr should be right as his STR is only 8.

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Dohr had assumed the mercs had turned one of the cabins into a medbay, but perhaps they hadn't had the time or the resources or the knowledge to do it yet. Or perhaps the Ghtroc was not normally used to carry them into and out of combat. The room Janine led them into would just have to do.  After another look around, Dohr understood that the equipment was not good enough to do much else than stabilize the leg again and numb the pain as well as possible.

The doctor didn't need the scan results to tell Kyvarr's leg was in a really bad shape and she wasn't doing too well on the whole either. She had lost a lot of blood and there was no synthetic substitute available. Shaking his head, Dohr cleaned the wounds, applied anesthetics and antibiotics, wrapped the leg with fresh bandages and put a new splint in place. He nodded his thanks to Janine and sighed.

"There is really nothing else we can do right now. She needs surgery badly. So unless we get her to an operation withing two days, she will lose the leg. If that is not possible, then we need to find a bacta healing station or a bacta tank. She will also need to stay in bed until we can offer her proper treatment, but I fear getting her to accept that might prove to be very difficult for me or you."
Feeling very exhausted all of a sudden, Dohr sat down on one of the chairs and looked at Sheila.

"Janine, would you be kind enough to ask Fiarr to come in here as soon as possible, please. I think she has the best chance of convincing her friend to stay lying down. I will wait here and give her the bad news when she comes to."

"Oh and if you could also let Rian know about the hurry we are in. Thanks."

Heigren's guess aboutIdaya seemed right. She gave him a bit of a smile. "I suppose, I could use something to eat, Mr. Teckla. It has been quite a while since I last ate anything more than emergency ration bars." It was a different type of a response for a different kind of a situation. Through the accented basic, her words showed a quite different person than before - a highly educated and well-raised individual, who clearly was not only a pretty face, but of reasonably good social skills. "I am sorry, if I seemed rude down on the planet. It was a wholly different situation there."

The chirping little droid seemed to follow the conversation and whistle in comments until Idaya said something to it in an alien langueage, after which it hovered down next to her and seemed to go in to hibernation.
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"Coming right up."

It only took a few minutes and Heigren came out with a plate stacked with enough food for four.  He placed it in front of Idaya then returned for two cups of caf.  He handed it over with a smile so devastating it could reduce a rancor to an obedient puppy.  It was clear Heigren was drop-dead gorgeous and had an extremely charming personality.

"So tell me something of yourself.  I've never seen your race before, but that's not saying much.  As of a week ago I'd never been off my home planet."
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Sheila nodded.  "I'll be back."  She steps out of the room and goes looking for Fiarr.

After take-off and making it safely offworld, Fiarr did what any self-respecting girl would do. . .went for a very long, very hot shower.  It was the first chance she'd had in weeks to have a proper soak.

By the time Sheila found her she'd had a long hot soak and was now working to dry and brush her fur using a hair-dryer and brush.

Idaya smiled. "I am a Chiss. You have most likely not encountered my kin any more than I have encountered your kind. The Chiss Ascendancy is in, what I believe you call The Unknown Territories or something similar. We are honourable people and to us, attacking someone first is a taboo, though we do defend ourselves when needed and those foolish enough to attack us have found themselves biting more they can devour."

Tasting the food between phrases, she continued. "I am a former naval officer of the Chiss Expansionary Defense Force fleet arm. My last posting was as the commanding officer of a corvette during the most recent pirate trouble at our borders." But despite her telling Heigren this, Idaya was clearly looking for reciprocity. "How about you, Mr. Teckla?" Of course she had no idea about Heigren's true identity.
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In reply to Sheila Masters (msg # 17):

Sheila found fiarr in the room vyn had put her in.  She knocked (or the sw equivalent).   "Fiarr?"

Heigren ignored the hook.  Clearly flogging a dead Equine was a local pastime for the Chiss.  Instead he answered her question.

"Not much to say.  Born on an Imperial World.  Father was murdered when I was a kid, mother was sold in to slavery.  Spend most of my life on the streets where being different was a death sentence.  Survived twenty years there, built a small, peaceful, community of fellow outcasts, directly under the boot of a mighty war machine that claimed to be 'honourable'.  Until the day the Imperials sent a team to wipe us out.  Only half of us escaped.  My only regret was not getting to kill the man who led that raid myself."

He took a swallow of caf them smiled again.  "So, is it back to the Chiss Ascendancy for you?"

While Heigren might have perceived it flogging a dead horse, it had never been meant as such. Idaya had simply been describing her people.

As for the question, Idaya shrugged, taking a sip from her cup. "Probably not yet", she said. "But the question is, killing the man who led the people who killed your friends, would it have brought them bad or changed anything except yourself? I might not agree with your people shooting at me, but dwelling on it will not take me anywhere and thus, is a waste of time."

"You're comparing Juju berries with Kavasa Fruit my dear.  I have been shot, stabbed, burned, starved and had various other depredations heaped on me by the Empire over two decades.  I was never offered quarter, they did it for fun.  Yet I never sought revenge.  If your mother is ever sold into sex slavery, your father murdered before your eyes for a perceived slight then everyone you love persecuted, starved and finally exterminated because they are 'different' then we can compare thoughts on revenge."

There was no anger in Heigren's tone, just a firm resolution.  "But you didn't answer my question.  You're free now, we'll keep our word and drop you somewhere safe where you can catch a shuttle wherever you wish to go. Any idea where that will be?"
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Fiarr was still in the bathroom brushing her fur when Sheila found her.

"Yes Janine.  Did you want the shower?  I'm almost done."

"No.  I was looking for you.  Dohr Veen thinks you have the best chance of keeping your friend Kvarr in bed long enough for her leg to heal."  She paused.  "She's rather stubborn, but this is a preventative measure."

Fiarr laughed. Stubborn she is. But you don't need me. Just have the Doc order her to stay in bed as Chief Medical Officer.  Otherwise have Seven make it an order.  Kyvarr is a good little soldier, she'll obey her orders.

"I have no idea on where to go. I have never been outside the Ascendancy territory and have nothing but my equipment. I doubt, it will fetch much out there, so I would be looking for employment. But judging what you have to say about the Empire, I suspect, I would not find nor want to find employment there", Idaya said. "And I fear, there is not too many people, who would have use for a naval officer as such."

Another bite and she continued. "And what you described there sounds like the politics on Csilla. I would rather face a full battalion of Vagaari shock troops than get mixed in to them."

"I'm afraid I only rode in a starship for the first time a week ago.  I know nothing of formal navies other than the Imperial Navy is big!  I recall the commander saying something about his home planet Chandrila having a space force.  I'm sure there are plenty of planets with navies you can enlist with.  Maybe Kyvarr or Dohr know more, they're both soldiers aren't they?"
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Having confirmed that the engines are in good shape, Mika goes to start inspecting the gear.  Swoops and vehicles would come first, then the weapons....  "Hey 11, need any help with the 'droids?".

In one of the premium cabins, Dohr hears a groan behind him.  Kyvarr is slowly regaining consciousness.

There is a pause before Cor answers, probably busy with Devon, but when she does her voice is as composed as ever.  "I do not particularly need help, Ten, no, though you may certainly assist if you wish.  In fact there are a couple of questions I would like to ask you on the matter so perhaps we should discuss it after Devon and I are done?  Unless you would prefer to get some rest.  It has been a trying day."

Mika shrugs.  "Call me when you're ready."

She decides to continue on towards the hanger with the vehicles.  She'd see how well they had fared, then look at the equipment.  She'd left her blaster and stun baton behind, she'd have to find suitable replacements.

Another brief pause before Cor answers.  "Very well."