With the barkeep apparently satisfied, Devon decides to follow the Rodians advice and make himself scarce.  Wincing and holding his side, he limped toward the exit.



"Your mom looks like sh- oh right.  No, I'll manage." he muttered into his commlink.
"meet you back at the ship."

Limping out the door, Devon headed slowly (he couldnt mvoe any faster) back to the ship.
Truth be told, a nice nap in the medbay sounded good about now...

Mika considers her options, they seem quite limited.  She didn't have any way to trace Sheila's communication, no distance, no direction, nothing like that.  Waving Catch over, she explores another option.  "Okay, let's try this.  Put Sheila's messages on speaker, starting with the most recent.  Let's see if we can hear anything in the background."

Location: Fedje

Devon makes it nearly one hundred metres from the bar before he collapses.  Fortunately Kyvarr had followed Dohr's instruction and was there to catch him.  Despite being nearly thirty centimetres shorter than the shipjacker, Kyvarr had no problems supporting her commander as they made their way back to the ship.  Devon sprawled out on the bed in Dohr's new medbay and waited for the Doctor to return.

In the doorway of the bar, Dohr stood nonchalantly as a combined security and medical force rushed in.  The medics began looking over the Weequay while security cordoned off the bar and began asking questions.

Dohr had positioned himself outside the bar for while it would be interesting to see how the Weequay were and listen to what happened next, he didn't want to get detained for questioning.  He hadn't been there for the fight but there was no telling how zealous the security were.

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Location: Fest

"Oh, gods help. . ."  The three words were followed by the unmistakable sound of a stun bolt fired at close range.  Mika had listened to the comm recording a dozen times now and she realised she wasn't going to gain much from three small words.

She thought over what she knew.  The words had been muttered, not cried out.  Sheila hadn't sounded overly distressed.  The sound had also seemed to echo, like Sheila was in a confined area, like a small room or large medium sized container.  The blaster bolt had been unmistakable.

Then there was the coincidence of a complete stranger appearing on the ship at the same time Sheila got into trouble.  The timing could have been a fluke but it was a stretch.

Heigren meanwhile was forced to wait for Mika to bring him up to speed.  He had his own line of questioning to pursue at present.

Like Sheila, Fiarr was unresponsive to comms.  Though in the Bothan's case this was not the first time Fiarr had gone silent. Plus she hadn't told anyone where she was going so not much to do with her but leave a message on one of her holomail addresses or on comms and wait.

OOC:  Just a note guys that Fiarr may not be answering her comm but doesn't mean I'm not around!  She would have mentioned there are times she'd go 'silent' but if you leave her the SE equivalent of an email or voice mail she'd get back to you ASAP.  Not saying you need me right now but wanted you to know I'm still here and involved in 'stuff'

PM

Mika comms Heigren, "Vyn, Kimy here.  You free to talk?"

"I'm here Kimy.  What's going on?"

Mika's still not sure about the comms.  They're encrypted and maybe they should just stop with the silly games and talk plain.  But then again, maybe not.  "You coming home soon?  We had a break in, no damage done and best I can tell, nothing's missing from here."

"Kimy, I can return whenever you need me.  I was going to dig a little more here but so far my new friends haven't helped me find what we are looking for.  Did you want me to come back?  Did we need to go and find Janine?"

In the medbay, Devon stared up at the ceiling, groaned and held his head.
"Know I got shot in the chest this one time?" he told Kyvarr.  "I swear I'm in more pain right now than I was then."

Devon tried to sit up and looked around blearily.
"Man, how'd things get so wrong?" he muttered.  "For a while it was like nothin' could stop the Talons.  I mean yeah, we'd take casualties... but you shoot a freighter out from underneath us, and we'd steal your goddamn cruiser.  Now we're runnin' for our lives an every day seems a little worse."

The shipjacker gave up his unequal struggle against gravity and slumped back on the bed.
"Where'd it go wrong?" he asked again.

"Your defense needs work sir."  Kyvarr replied.  She knew this wasn't what Devon was talking about but she wanted to divert him before she answered.  "You were so busy trying to get a hit in you didn't focus on the fact you were outnumbered.  You knew I would help so protecting yourself was key.  If I wasn't there you needed to either break out or surrender."

She paused for a moment.  "I am not some great military commander sir but I can tell you the secret of a good leader.  Confidence.  Utter confidence in what you're doing.  If your soldiers seeing you doubting yourself, they will doubt themselves.  If you appear supremely confident, it will help them overcome their own doubts."

"The only cure for the depression of failure is a victory sir.  Perhaps we need one.  Even a small one.  Why don't we arrange one?  I often hear the Talons talk about your successful attack on an Imperial convoy.  Perhaps we hit another one?  Or let me take a team to hit an Imperial supply dump.  This is Imperial space so we can surely find a target.  Something small and not overly dangerous.  We hurt the Imperials, maybe get some supplies, but more important we get a victory sir."

Satisfied seeing the station medics taking care of the injured Weequay, Dohr faded away from the doorway and headed after Devon and Kyvarr. He’d taken a good look at the human as he’d passed by, but it had still only been a superficial diagnosis. He would need to run a full scan before he could be 100% certain, but the Doc was willing to bet Devon had a cracked rib or probably even two. The way his breath had been broken and wheezing suggested one of the bones had punctured a lung and it was quite possible the man had internal bleeding as well. All in all, it might not be lethal, but even in the best case recovery would take weeks without proper care and even surgery. The worst case Dohr didn’t even consider. Devon had nothing to worry about as long as the Kel Dorian doctor was there. Dohr had taken care of far worse injuries than Devon’s, numerous times.

Even though he knew Kyvarr had been waiting for Devon and would make sure the man got into the medbay safe, Dohr hastened his steps. The sooner he would be able to start taking care of the damage Devon’s body had suffered the better. He arrived in time to hear the Cathar’s last words: ”… more important we get a victory, sir.” Dohr let out a dry laugh and pointed at the operating table he and Sheila had put together not so long ago. ”Looks to me it will require a major victory to get you back in one piece, Devon. I will give you some analgesic to ease that pain and run a scan right away to see if you need a dip into bacta or not. Judging by the look on your face, probably not. But one thing you will need is some stims to make your brain work better so that the next time you plan to kill yourself, you step through an airlock instead of trying to torture yourself to death by fighting a group of Weequay.”

”Kyvarr, perhaps you should lock down the ship in the meanwhile, just in case. I do not think the local officials are going to charge a man with a death wish, but better be safe, right?” With that, Dohr helped Devon on the bed, prepared the pain killer and picked up the scanner pad.

Kyvarr looks at Dohr for a moment and considered.  "If you believe security may be coming, locking up the ship won't achieve much sir.  We'd need to depart the station.  If that is the commander's wish I can have us spacebound in a few minutes."

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Mika responds to Heigrin.  "I'd certainly like to check up on Janine, she's out past curfew, but I don't know where she's got herself to, so I'm not sure where to go look and I don't want to leave our ride untended.  Right now, about all I can think to do is some light housekeeping and be patient.  How are things at your end, you on your own or did you find some company?"
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"I have company.  I've linked up with a group similar to the one I rolled with when Janine and I first met.  Thought they could help me find the people we are after but they haven't heard anything.  I'll see if they have any ideas about Janine since they know the local scene better than us.  But doesn't sound like we have much to go on."

"If you need me back at the ship however I can be back in thirty minutes tops."

Kyvarr realised that Devon was probably too distracted with his injuries to respond, and probably too foggy now Dohr was dosing him up, undoubtedly with powerful painkillers.  She imagined that left her in command for now.  She'd found that unusual, especially since Dohr had been an officer in her formal life, still she'd never heard him protest it.  Perhaps he was happier in the med bay.

"I'll leave you to your patient Doc.  If you need anything, I'll be free soon.  Just going to put some distance between us and this station.  I'll park us in the middle of nowhere and be back."

She took one last glance at Devon to assure herself he wouldn't need urgent medical attention.  She was no medic but she'd been in many a fistfight and the shipjacker didn't look like he'd need an urgent bacta dunk.  He'd probably disagree with her when the analgesia wore off.

She headed back to the cockpit and obtained clearance to leave.  If she got it, she carefully steered the ship out of the hangar then set a course for hyperspace.  Once they'd been in hyperspace for fifteen minutes, she pulled them back into realspace.  Assuring all was clear she'd head down to the medbay to see how all was going.

Location: Outside the Fedje System

Dohr looked at his patient, then the resluts of his scans and sighed.  Numerous broken bones, contusions, torn muscle, internal bleeding.  If he'd been brought into a hospital emergency room he would have thought he'd been hit by a landspeeder.

Normally he would have prescribed a twelve hour dunk in a bacta tank but that was not appropriate here.  The nearest bacta would have been an Imperial hospital and Devon's injuries were not life-threatening.  Severe, but he'd recover.  It seemed the surgical option was the best plan.

The Kel Dor realised as he prepared his equipment that normally he'd need to consent the patient but Devon was too drowsy from the analgesic.  Perks of private practice!  Administering a sedative, Dohr got to work.

After departing the station and moving the ship to the middle of nowhere, Kyvarr returned to assist Dohr.  Despite having no medical training whatsoever, the Cathar proved to be a most helpful assistant.  She did not get queezy at the sight of blood, even when hands deep in it assisting Dohr.  She followed directions efficiently and without question.  She also had remarkable finger dexterity which helped no end as Dohr had her place autosutures or pinch arteries, sometimes with her bare fingers.  Dohr thought Kyvarr wouldn't make a bad medic if she ever wanted to heal injuries rather than cause them!

It was nearly six hours later when Devon came to.  He was stiff and his pain while present was distant and foggy, courtesy of all the medication he still had on bored.  Still his bones were knitting, his bleeding ceased, his muscles restitched and Dohr expected a full recovery in less than a week, rather than a month.  All in all a good day.


OOC:
Devon: 8/52VP, 8/12WP

A reminder you'll recover VP at 8/hour and WP at 2/day if you limit yourself to light activity and Dohr provides regular medical treatment.  So you'll be good as new in 2 days if you take it easy!

Currently the ship is floating in space light years from the nearest system.  Guess you'll need to decide where to go next.
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Mika sighs.  "No, nothing happening here.  Give me a shout later when you're lonely and we'll compare notes.  Later."

Not sure what to do next, Mika considers options.  Could she remotely ping off Sheila's comlink and try to get a trace?  Taping into the Imperial sensor net to see if there's anything....  no, too much risk for too little potential gain as it would just bring Imperial attention on Sheila, if it did anything at all.  Well, she could focus on the ships security, maybe stiffen it up a bit.
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Detecting Mikas indecision, Catch rolled closer to her and warbled helpfully.

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Devon opened his eyes and stared blearily at the infirmary ceiling for several moments, trying through the haze of drugs to remember the basic stuff, like who he was.  it was going to be a while before he felt ambitious enough to risk something complex like sitting up...

... half an hour later, and recovered from the anaesthetic, Devon had managed to get to his feet and make his rather wobbly way to the ships galley in search of food.
He lowered himself gingerly into a chair and munched slowly whilst Kyvarr and Dohr updated him on the sitation.

"OK... so I owe you guys for savin' my ass an' we're in deep space for now.  We're gonna need to head back to Fedje system sooner or later to meet the others... or send them a message for a new meeting point.  Maybe they've learned something that'll decide where we go."

The corellian groaned and lowered his head into his hands.
"Damnit, I feel like a truck hit me, an I cant think straight.  I really hope someones learned something that gets us movin', cos right now, I got nothing."

Mika sighs.  "Sure, let's review the footage of our uninvited visitor.  Maybe that'll knock some information loose.  And no, we don't trust the cops whenever we can avoid it."

Five hours and 52 minutes, Dohr calculated from the chorine as he removed the surgical gloves and dropped them into the waste disposal device. It would probably have been closer to seven hours or even more without Kyvarr’s assistance. True, she was not trained as a medic, but she was the epitome of what a true soldier should be. Not once had the Cathar questioned his words, not once had she hesitated. True, she was not Majara or even Dorank, but she had the makes of a medic in her for sure.

Nodding customarily to Kyvarr, the Kel Dorian’s voice said he was smiling. ”The operation went really well and I would like to thank you for your help, Kyvarr. You did an outstanding job as my assistant. Should you ever wish to learn more, I will gladly teach you a thing or three that will help you treat a wounded trooper on a battle field… Good work, Sergeant.” The Major in the Doc disappeared as quickly as it had appeared when Dohr turned to Devon for a final check before heading out of the medbay. ”I will quickly visit the refresher and meet you on the bridge. I think a shot of whiskey might be in order when Devon wakes up. Slightly smaller for him though, as he is already quite heavily sedated.” Nodding again with a grin on his masked face, Dohr headed to his cabin.

A short while later the Kel Dor limped to the cockpit. He sat down quietly started going through the astromaps on the computer just to pass his time. Kyvarr had made a good call taking them off the station and into hyperspace. Dohr didn’t expect trouble from the local authorities, but there was no telling about the Weequay. With one third of their number down and the rest taking care of him, they would’ve been sitting ducks.

When Devon finally came to and joined them, Dohr shook his head. The human was stubborn, but he had guts. That was one reason why they’d spread all over the galaxy and why Dohr liked them so much. ”It seems I have medicated you too well. The pain is supposed to tell you it is not smart to get up and go for a jog yet. You really do need the rest.” The Doc nodded to Devon’s thanks and briefed him about the operation and the damage he had endured. ”I do not wish to sound smug, but you you were lucky have Kyvarr and me around. Your injuries might not have killed you, but you would have been out for weeks or months without proper treatment and left with permanent injuries. So next time you plan to take on a group of Weequay, do not.” Knowing he sounded a bit too much like someone’s father, Dohr waved the words away with his hand and nodded to Devon. ”Good to have you back anyway.”

”About our next move… From my little chat with the bartender, it would seem to me that we will not learn anything at the station. I say we head back to Fedje and contact our friends to see if they have come up with something.”

"I agree that we should return to the outskirts of Fedje and send a message to the others.  But before we send that message we need a plan.  Landing I believe is a bad idea.  Personally I see three options from here."

She began counting off on her paw.  "Firstly, while the Fedje station is a bad idea we could always investigate the habitable worlds.  I'm not sure I see value as I think we can be pretty sure the Imperial fleet did not come here."

"Second, we head for Fest.  I don't think we should land there given our cargo or even enter the system.  Just get close enough so we can send and receive messages to our team there and be ready to assist or leave with them as necessary.  This would be my vote.  If the Imperial fleet came here, it seems likely they at least stopped there."

"Finally, we pick the next likely system in this sector and go there.  Perhaps the Devon System.  Catch rated it second most likely for the fleet after Fest."

Kyvarr went and set a course for the outskirts of the Fedje system.  It would take a few hours to get there so Devon and Dohr would have time to consider the options, maybe come up with others.

Location: Outskirts of Fedje System

After some consultation, it is left to Kyvarr to manage the plan.  Devon was still too groggy and confused to take command and Dohr was busy running extra tests, worried at the human's slow recovery.

Instead of returning to Fedje, Kyvarr quickly flew the ship to the nearest location for a subspace radio beacon and transmitted a message towards Fest, advising they were on their way and their projected arrival in a few days.  Then carefully programming a route, Kyvarr sent the ship into hyperspace.



Location: Fest

Still thinking about what to do, Mika noticed that a comm message had arrived.  It was sent over a day ago from Kyvarr indicating the Nebula Drifter was on it's way to Fest.  ETA placed it's arrival in around the next 12-20 hours.



OOC: Being the Rise of the Empire/Rebellion Era, the HoloNet is only used by the Imps for military traffic, thus no near instant communication between worlds for you.  Your messages travel at the speed of light.  So given the distances Devon's team had been in hyperspace for a day before Mika's team even arrived on Fest (it takes 2 days travel in your ships!).

If that has everyone confused just remember Kyvarr and co should arrive at Fest in the next 12-20 hours (I fudged the numbers a little) and you have no way to contact them until they arrive.