Derek Atio lay on a bed in the medical
compartment of the Heretic's Avenge, his left hand holding a towel
against his stomach. He had been shot in the stomach by an overanxious
Black Sun henchman's SH-9 slugthrower. He had taken blaster shots
before, but never had he taken a slug ... it was a far more painful and
unsettling experience. By now the towel was red, the color of blood, as
he struggled to keep pressure to the wound. His right hand grasped a
bottle of Corellian Brandy that Minersha fortunately kept on board, and
rather than using a glass, he was drinking directly from the bottle.
"Ah," he cried out, sounding like a little girl, as the pain and burning
of the wound became too much for him to bare. His innards were a mess
and no simple bacta patch or droid would be able to save the Tetan at
this point ... it would take a surgeon of particular skill.
"He is so lucky we were close by," she
said as she pushed the Heretic's Avenger away from the Brentaal system
as fast as it would go. Sprocket was jacked into the ships main
computer, assisting in flight and normal co-pilot duties. Turning her
head to the right, she looked over to Valeria, frowning a bit at the
situation. "Val, any idea where we can take him that won't ask too many
questions? I'm going to go back there and see what I can do to keep him
from leaking." She hopped up out of the Pilots seat leaving the unlocked
controls to Valeria as she walked past the secondary systems stations
and down the cockpit corridor. The YT-2000 had been very heavily
modified to say the least, which was probably going to be one of the
major factors in the saving of Derek's life as, after a few twists and
turns, she bounded into the ships small, but adequate medical bay. She
had never dealt with a Slugthrower wound, but she knew basic first aid
for most endoskeletal, warm blooded and some cold blooded humanoids, and
would try her hardest to stabilize him.
"If we could get to my ship quick
enough, I think my droid might be able to save him. Too much time has
passed, though." She shook her head woefully as she remained in the
bridge of the ship, communicating either by yelling or through the
intercom. "I know a guy ... well, not really a guy so much as an
Ithorian. He might be willing to help...I kind of feel bad for abusing
his help, but.." Valeria trailed off, a troubled look in eyes that were
rarely anything but joyful at the prospect of enjoying life. "..tell me
and I'll start computer the jump coordinates. I' m not as bad at that as
I used to be."
A helpless Derek Atio continued to twist
and turn in agony on the table in the medical bay, wishing he had just
stayed in bed that morning. "Thanks ... thanks for getting me out of
there, Jane," he said between coughs of blood as the half-Chiss entered
the room. "Wish ... wish you had something ... strong," he said, as his
teeth bit down on the bottle of Corellian Brandy and took a much needed
swig of the brown beverage. "I need serious help..." he said as his hand
continued to press that bloody towel against his wound.
She used the ships internal
communications to speak with Valeria, as shouting would not easily
carry. "Lets do it. I'm a lot better at fixing ships than I am at fixing
people." She grinned, and than frowned as she looked over and down at
Derek. "I do have something strong, Just keep laying there..." She was
going through the cabinets of the Medical bay, looking quickly over
different medicines and drugs she made sure to keep handy and up to
date. Never knew when they would come in handy. "How you got the idea to
get involved with Black Sun is beyond me, You'd better feel damn lucky
that I was there." She pulled a few bottles and a sealed packet out.
"Alright, enough of this..." She pulled the bottle away and put it aside
in a holder so it would not spill. Instead she got him a large cup of
water and handed him two Comaren pills, One Anticeptin-D pill and a
Bacta Capsule. "take these, now." She said as she lifted up his shirt,
tore the Autotourniquet package open, and and pressed it to the wound.
It would sting like hell, but it would stop him from leaking blood.
Valeria was not a mathematician in the
slightest. Her skills with astrogation left something to be desired, but
she knew she could come through in the clutch. She hoped so, anyways.
Ordinarily a hyperspace route to the planet she was going to was not a
hard thing. Valeria always took chances, however. It was in her nature,
and right now getting there faster was more important than getting there
safely. Valeria would compute a risky route that would shave as much
distance off as she could, trying to get to their destination swiftly.
Between that and the fact that she would have to ask someone for help
they might not want to give, her normally carefree demeanor was absent.
Sprocket, jacked into the computer
access port in front of the Co-Pilots seat, let out some worried warbles
and beeps. When the coordinates to the planet were punched in, Rhinnal
from what the ships databanks could ascertain, he made sure to double
check the input for the course. With a few minor corrections that would
not have put them in much trouble, but made for a not so smooth ride,
the coordinates were fed to the computer and he took over pilot duties,
and not too long afterwards, the hyperdrive would activate, and they
would begin their journey to the Rhinal System.
A deranged smile curled upon his lips as
the painkiller began to flow through his system. He let out a soothing
sigh as his body temperature began to rise in response to the
introduction of the drug. "Jane, did I ever tell you that you look blue
to me?" he asked, not making much sense as he began to drift in and out
of consciousness. The other chemicals began to treat the wound, and
while the risk of infection was lowered, the bleeding ceased, but no
effect was had on the damage to his intestines. The Tetan's eyes fell
slowly, his cheeks now quite pale from the blood loss. His right hand
moved from the bottle of liquor and instinctively reached out for Jane,
squeezing at her for some reassurance as he continued to hold the towel
against his bleeding wound.
She began to hook up medical diagnostic
tools, heart monitors, blood pressure monitors, and a temperature
monitor. She was not quite sure what the norm was for a Tetan male of
his age but she figured that the blood pressure was lower than it should
be, and the temperature was a little higher maybe. At least the bleeding
stopped. "Yes, I am blue. And you better not die on my ship, ya geezer,
otherwise I'd feel bad." She grinned and made a mental note to purchase
a medical droid.
"Okay, Valeria...you're good at slicing.
You can do this." Valeria cracked her fingers, sounding rather doubtful,
as she hunched over the station she was sitting at. She would begin to
program a message that she wanted to piggy on communications already
going to the planet, intent on sending it the program once they exited
from hyperspace. She had already looked into how she would try and
contact the good doctor before, in case it had come up. Valeria had
learned more about the hospital that he volunteered at, as well as where
he received his personal messages. Using the skills which she had never
bothered developed, she would put as good an encryption on the message
as possible, trusting that the Imperials would not be monitoring
hospitals as heavily as they would military installations.
Derek could no longer maintain
consciousness and gradually slipped under. His hand moved from Jane's
body and fell limp against his body. His other hand ceased to hold the
towel against his body and it collapsed to the ground. The bleeding had
now stopped and Jane would be provided with an excellent view of the
man's wound, with much of his lower intestine visible. A particularly
lethal wound, the SH-9 slugthrower packed a powerful punch. The man had
only hours left to live ... perhaps less ... and only a truly gifted
physician could save him at this point.
A very surprised Doctor Pilaq Tohan
arrived at the YT-2000, fully expecting to have found Valeria's gunship,
rather than this unknown vessel. He wondered, perhaps, if he had been
set up and considered walking away. However, the message he had received
while guest lecturing at the Rhinnal State Medical Facility was marked
urgent and his conscience as a physician compelled him to wait for some
response from those inside the ship. He relied heavily on his ornate
Ithorian walking stick and reached out with it, to slap it against the
hull of the ship to signal those inside. "Hello?" he asked, impatiently,
in the stereophonic speech unique to members of the Ithorian species.
She stayed in the medical bay with
Derek, keeping an eye on the slowly, but steadily decreasing readings on
the monitoring equipment. She did not like how the instruments were
telling her that he was slowly dying. She frowned and opened the door to
the small med bay, Activating her personal comlink to Valeria outside
"You might want to find that doctor friend of yours and hurry, I'm not
sure how much longer he'll last."
Valeria used the controls of Jane's ship
... unfamiliar to her, certainly ... to lower the method of boarding.
Once again the smuggler's face was visible as she looked to the doctor
who had saved her life before. "See, I told you I wouldn't do kidnapping
anymore." Her face was obviously worried ... the Ithorian may not have
even been aware of her normal personality. Asking for others to help her
against their will was very much outside of her nature. She would reach
out a hand to the Ithorian, wanting to help the elderly sentient onto
her friend's ship. "Thank...thank you."
Doctor Tohan looked up at Valeria and
offered what could best be described as an Ithorian smile. "Well you
have not kidnapped me this time ... things are improving!" he said, joking
with her as he moved forward towards the half-Zeltron woman who he had
bonded with last year. Valeria's help boarding the ship was needed, and
he was grateful for her assistance. "You seem to be in one piece ... and
nothing is leaking ... what is the urgent emergency?" he asked, as he
leaned forward to prop himself up on the walking stick.
"Slugthrower wound. The man is a
soldier, not a criminal." She would lead him into the ship, taking him
towards the bay where Jane was trying to keep him alive. "We couldn't
get to my ship or my droid ... there's not much time." Valeria was
wearing her blaster pistols but it did not look like she was at all
considering using them. She looked worried ... the doctor was certainly
seeing a lot of that in her.
"Slugthrower wound?" Doctor Tohan said
as he moved through the ship towards the medical bay. He was aghast with
what he saw as soon as he entered the ship's small medical facility.
"Why did you not take him immediately to a proper hospital?" he
exclaimed dramatically, scolding Valeria as he moved to take hold of the
man's wrist. He did not like to trust the readouts entirely and still
insisted upon taking a man's pulse manually. "He is very weak. It may
already be too late," he said, as he dropped his medical toolkit and
began pulling out the necessarily essentials. "A soldier, you say? Not
in any armed force I know!" he said, bitterly as he began examining the
ghastly slug wound.
The visible relief that showed on her
face when she saw Valeria and the Ithroian was as apparent as a neon
sign flickering on. She made sure to get out of the way as the doctor
moved to do his thing. "I'm no medic, but I did what I know to stop him
from dying. I gave him something for the pain, a Bacta capsule, and some
Anticeptin-D to help fight any infections, and I managed to stop the
bleeding." She moved over to Valeria. her hands were washed off so there
was no blood on them anymore. Leaning against her a bit, she was visibly
shaken. Up to this point, the most gruesome injury she had ever seen was
a severed hand back at her fathers repair station when an accident
Valeria had seen plenty of injuries up
close ... more importantly, she had endured them. It was different when
it was someone she cared for, of course. Valeria had not known Derek for
long, but she had grown somewhat attached to him. She would steady Jane
as she made the area clear for the Ithorian. "I'm sure you'll do your
"Let us hope that on this day my best is
good enough," Doctor Tohan promptly replied to Valeria as he graped hold
of an old fashion probe and inserted it into the wound. He connected it
to the slug that still rested inside of the rather plump Tetan and
slowly he removed it from the wound, causing a backwash of dark blood to
flow out after it. "You did an excellent triage on him," he said to the
blue-skinned Jane Minersha as his attention shifted towards repairing
some of the internal damage that had been done. It was not simply a
matter of sewing him up ... the severed, torn, and even shredded
intestines needed to be carefully repaired. His hand began to shake as
he saw the extent of the damage, but deftly he continued on, eventually
completing the process. He let out an enormous sigh from both of his
Ithorian mouths as he completed before turning his attention to both of
the lovely ladies. "You will find the Rebellion is bloody business..."
he said, as he began wiping the blood from his elongated Ithorian
She was glad for the support, and gave
Valeria a long hug. She supposed she would have to probably get used to
wounds like that, and it did not make her feel any better about thinking
about siding with the rebellion. But, She would learn from this
experience... maybe read up on medical treatments more advanced than
first aid, buy some kind of protection other than her luck and speed,
and definitely invest in a medical droid. "Thanks..." she said to the
Ithorian's compliment. When he finished, she pointed to the small sink
"There's a sink right there if you want to wash your hands."
Valeria sat down across from the two of
them that were still moving, quietly watching. She did not like being
put in this kind of situation, but she was sure Derek had the worst of
any of them. The whole time she had watched the Ithorian work in quiet,
a quietness having fallen over her being. It was all very foreign to her
Doctor Tohan moved to the sink and
deftly washed the blood from his hands, his attention going back to the
two near-Humans. "Look at how young the both of you are. This is no
business for people like you to be caught up in," he scolded them, as he
flicked his wet hands at each of them as he air dried them. "There is
nothing more I can do here. Keep fluids in him. Keep him rested," he
said, as he stomped his walking stick down on the hull of the vessel and
began walking from whence he came. "And most importantly ... keep him from
getting shot!" he exclaimed, as each of his orange eyes fixated on one
of the young women.