Doctor Pilaq Tohan stood silently as he
observed Major Kerrie Kiley in the confines of her bacta tank, still
unconscious and in need of greater recovery time. As one of his medical
droids updated her vitals, his large, bulbous eyes blinked several times
as he studied the numbers. She was improving, but not at the rate he had
hoped, and expected it would still take quite some time before he could
risk moving her from the tank to a proper bed. His thoughts dwelled on
his friend, Grand Moff Rodney, and wished he had more time to spend with
the man who had not been seen since his daughter's defection. And then
there was the young Lady Jelena herself, a child who he had delivered,
and who he had spent the entirety of her life with. Where was she? Was
she hurt? Was she afraid? The world that he had come to know so well and
accept was now turned upside down, and all he could do was focus on his
skills as a physician to fix this broken woman ... but he knew the
emotional and psychological damage could not be so easily fixed.
It had been several days since last the
Inquisitor heard any word on Major Kiley's condition and she was more
than a little curious on the progress Doctor Tohan may have made
regarding her recovery. Serine was convinced that her intervention had
saved Kerrie's life, and since it was the origins of many other issues
and problems she was now facing, it would be all be worth nothing if
Kerrie would succumb to death *now*. Thus Serine decided to visit the
medical bay and ascertain the situation and make certain that at least
something worthwhile would come of her sacrifice and current ... lightside
afflicted dilemmas. She had also taken a mental note that the numerous
holo requests for counseling she continuously received from Dr. Shuura
were also absent for days, suggesting that he must also currently be
bedridden. The doors leading into medical opened allowing the Inquisitor
to march inside with purpose. She did not want to waste too much time in
here, and she figured that Doctor Tohan was at least adequately
stabilizing his patients. Eyes quickly locked onto the bacta tank and
without any formalities, she would question the doctor immediately.
"What is Major Kiley's status?" Said quickly with a clear objective.
Doctor Tohan used his walking stick to
enable him to pivot to face the brash young Inquisitor, his eyes
studying her intently with equal parts concern and disgust. "Kerrie will
recover. But her digestive system was severely compromised, and I dare
not wake her until the bacta has had its full effect. I expect it to be
a longer recovery than her previous stays," he reported, sounding more
like a droid than a sentient being. "At least you are not responsible
for this," he said, from both of his mouths, as he addressed her with
his species unique stereophonic voice. His eyes then lingered about his
sickbay where he had seemingly endless supply of individuals who were
injured by the Inquisitor. She must exist in a dark place for her to
unleash such violence and cruelty upon the world, he thought silently to
Serine was about to turn from him and
exit the area, satisfied that Kerrie was at least stable, but she paused
as Tohan commented further before shifting back around slowly to face
him. It was true that nearly the entirety of all patients rushed to
medical were injured due to her Draconian actions. The acknowledgement
of this would not have even phased her a few weeks ago, but due to
recent events, she lingered upon the doctor's words perhaps longer than
she anticipated. "Indeed, this was the act of a traitor and she will be
found and executed for her betrayal." Her attention drifted over towards
where Doctor Shuura lay and was surprised to see Randi there by his
side, but on second thought, maybe not too surprised. A slight moan of
disappointment eased from her. "How long has the Captain been here? Do
you not have strict visiting hours?" It had been days since she assailed
Shuura, and had assumed his injures to be minor so his presence here was
a bit confusing ... that was until she got a better look at him. "I must
be over working you Doctor, because your patient there seems even worse
than when he entered." She motioned to the rather unsightly image of a
very swollen Physiatrist.
Doctor Tohan murmured softly as he
looked towards Randi and Doctor Shuura, obviously displeased at the
notion of the execution of Jelena and the condemnation of Randi.
"Executed?" he repeated, as his eyes turned back towards the Inquisitor.
"Surely the young Jelena was the victim of brainwashing or mind
control," he said, obviously lying, as he adopted the Imperial
propaganda side of events. "As for Captain Trainor ... she has been here
for quite some time. In fact, she was a recent patient of mine as well ...
with severe facial fractures, a concussion, and blood loss," he said,
his anger level rising, as he pounded the bottom of his staff upon the
durasteel deck below him twice. "In my travels I have met few who
possessed an innocence to her level ... and yet you nearly ended her life
over a trivial concern," he said, moving towards her, surprisingly
unafraid given a combination of his necessity to the ship, his
friendship with the Grand Moff, and his old age. "What plagues you that
makes you fill my beds with the broken bodies of those who slight you?"
he asked, his voice filled with genuine concern and desire to learn.
The Inquisitor completely ignored the
Doctor's comments about Jelena, deciding it would be an utter waste of
her time to debate anything with him especially considering his
suggestions on why Jelena betrayed them all were ridiculous and
insulting. However, the comment regarding Randi's recent injuries drew
her attention immediately accompanied with a tinge of guilt considering
Serine had all but forgotten her past aggression towards her pilot. The
rekindling of that realization caused her to shift her posture a bit
uncomfortably. Perhaps the doctor was right, nearly killing her pilot
had been unjustified, and Randi had saved the Inquisitor's life twice.
Serine struggled to recall the vindication for such a brutal punishment,
it all didn't seem necessary now to her, and neither did that attack on
Shuura. Serine faltered, now unsure for the first time in many years and
that hesitation felt very compromising. The Inquisitor seemed to be
drifting towards a damaging looped thought process as she ran through
all of the punishments and executions she had performed since her
arrival on the Warspite. Her speculation was so disoriented that she did
not even notice Tohan approach her so closely. Serine blinked at him
distantly, barely even hearing what he just said before clouded eyes
tried to focus back on the present. She believed she heard him correctly
and his asinine question, but there was no way she could even address it
for his feeble mind could not possibly understand the type of suffering
she had to endure. "I do not have time for this prattle, Doctor." Said
abruptly although lacking that characteric scathing bite she usually
deployed in her words.
Doctor Shuura stirred. It was a small
motion that had not happened in a while. He wore temporary clothing
loaned to him for the surgery. It was bland and unlike him. His skin was
blotched and swollen red. A necessity called for the use of drugs ...
drugs that he was allergic to. His broken glasses had long been removed
and discarded, leaving his face looking barren. The void was replaced
with scar tissue from cuts around both of his eyes. In stages, he slowly
progressed in stages of awareness. The next step brought his eyes open.
The new world was a two way street.
Those observing him closely would
notice. One of his eyes survived the attack. It remained a bright blue.
The second was not so fortunate, and like so many dead things in the
Empire, it was replaced. The difference was slight. The replacement,
without the luxury of professional installation, was not a perfect
match. Based on his records and recordings, the general color was
correct, but the hue was off. It was three shades too dull.
To Doctor Shuura, the change was not so
slight. He blinked and reeled for a moment as the world was made clear.
As he took in his surroundings, things seem to fill in. He could see
names to medical equipment he could not possibly know. Observing Captain
Trainor beside him filled his sight with more information than he cared
for birth date, relatives, licenses, evaluations. He smiled. Half to
himself, and half in appreciation to the dedication beside him. He said
nothing, but kept scanning the room. He observed Doctor Tohan and found
out where he went to school. Then when he turned more and saw Serine,
all he saw was his hatred.
Captain Randi Trainor sat nervously at
the bedside of Doctor Shuura's bed, clutching his hand in her own, her
eyes never leaving the readout of his vitals. "Your beautiful face..." she
said sadly, as she looked down upon him ... trying to come to terms with
the presence of his cybernetic eye and the allergy induced swelling that
had altered his appearance. When he finally started to stir, her level
of excitement grew exponentially, and she was ready to leap from the
chair when she noticed Inquisitor Thanor. "Ack!" she exclaimed, much
louder than she thought she had, recoiling in fear of being punished for
sitting at the doctor's bedside. She had not gotten over what had
transpired between them, and she worried she would be punished once
Serine could not help but feel regret
building as she saw how Randi reacted to her presence, realizing the
trust her pilot once had in her was compromised and damaged. Before she
managed to fragment their relationship further, the Inquisitor decided
to take her leave, her original reasons for visiting medical were
already concluded. Without even further addressing Tohan, her pilot or
Shuura, she suddenly and quite anxiously turned from her place and
hurried towards the exit, feeling rather claustrophobic suddenly, as if
the walls were closing in on her.
"Oh Docypoo, you're alive!" Randi
exclaimed blissfully, as she squeezed at his hand with deep admiration.
"I was so worried. I thought you were a goner. That mean old Inquisitor
just goes around beating everybody up. Nyah," she groaned unhappily, as
she looked down upon his swollen face and balding head. What once was
ideal, had now been shattered ... by a woman she had thought was her
bestie. In her mind ... broken as it was ... she was convinced that the
Inquisitor had done this to the Doctor simply to spoil her budding
relationship with the once-handsome doctor. Was she jealous? Randi
thought to herself, as she lovingly caressed the man's knuckles. Yes ...
that must have been it, she concluded finally to herself. "She's so
jelly," she said aloud as the gears in her head finally reached a
decision, followed by a firm nod of her head that caused her pigtails to
once again jiggle.
Doctor Shuura returned Randi's gaze. It
might appear that he was appreciating the softness of her face; however,
he was deeply involved sorting through her files. It was a riveting
story and he admired her for it more than he admired anything else of
her. He absently acknowledge her discourse, "Yes. We cannot continue to
suffer her presence." He took up her hand and then instantly gritted his
teeth. "How do I look?"
Randi's innocent blue eyes blinked
suddenly, and you could almost see the small creature inside her head
running on a wheel to power the limited functions of her brain. He
looked terrible, but she knew she could not say that. What could she
say? and a number of things began running through her brain, including
the fact that she was missing nerf burger night in the mess. Her mouth
began to water as she thought about that delicious burger and suddenly
his question was no longer relevant. "Oh," she stammered, as she settled
back into reality, the daydream of the burger being blasted into
oblivion as she refocused on him. "You look..." there was a pause, and a
noticeable one at that, as her eyes fixated on his cybernetics. "You
look great!" she finally said, extending her right thumb upwards to
signal her approval.
Doctor Shuura's mood worsened. The grip
on her hand intensified painfully. He leaned in towards her and growled.
"You. Lie." He was no expert in the use of his new eye. The data became
blurred and confusing, but he knew lie detector tests. The biometrics
readout his eye was showing him had wavered when she spoke. It reminded
him of a needle waving back and forth. Besides, he knew it could not be
close to the truth. "Give me a mirror," he spoke softer while giving
slack to her hand.
Randi's lower lip quivered as she heard
him call her a liar, but he was right, and there was no way to challenge
him on that point. "But ... but ... but you're still super smart and
famous!" she exclaimed, trying her best to cheer him up and give him a
better peace of mind. "A m-m-mirror?" she repeated in a stammer, as her
eyes darted around the room to try and find something that might do the
trick. She moved from her seat over towards one of the medical droids
and began digging through the tools, tossing scalpels and observation
devices all about, before finally coming across a mirror. She turned to
look at him, and frowned, exhaling a deep sigh. "You sure about this?"
she said, as she moved back towards his side and extended the mirror
towards him, her hand shaking visibly with fear and trepidation of what
was to come.
Doctor Shuura took the mirror with his
plump fingers. He quickly spun it around without a moment of hesitation.
He took in the sight of an aging, scarred, blotched and off-putting man.
Instantly a grin spread acrossed his lips and he rolled his head back in
laughter. "That'll do." he told her, still grinning. "You ready for a
date? I'm starving." Doctor Shuura kicked up to his feet. It was
probably not the most stable thing to do after being awake for mere
moments and after a complicated surgery. He looked over towards the
medical Doctor. "Perfect job. Bravo. I'm checking myself out of here.
I'll be helping noone if I starve." He laughed at his own joke while
waiting for Randi to ready herself.
"Where do you think you are going?" the
voice of Doctor Tohan shouted from across the sickbay, as he observed
Doctor Shuura exiting his bed. Relying heavily on his walking stick, he
hurried to close the distance between them, not looking one bit pleased.
"Doctor, please. Control yourself. You are suffering from an allergic
reaction and have just undergone a major procedure. You are in no
condition to leave," he ordered, as he brought the head of his staff
down towards his chest to intimidate him back into the bed.
The threat registered in the eye of
Doctor Shuura. However, it was not necessary. The doctor was right.
Doctor Shuura was in no condition to even be standing, and the evidence
was made clear when Doctor Shuura stumbled and used the two people close
to him as support. "I see your point Doctor. Looks like we're dining in
... Sandi'Randi," He played at a potential nickname, referencing her
"Aww but Doc Tohan ... it's nerf burger
night!" Randi protested, stomping her feet upon the ground in protest.
She folded her arms in front of her chest and huffed, blowing a stream
of hot hair up in front of her face that caused her bangs to flutter.
She sat back down, collapsing in a heap on the chair, as she rolled her
eyes at the Ithorian doctor. Her eyes focused on Doctor Shuura, and
lingered on his prosthesis, pursing her lips silently as she studied
him. "Well. I can get used to it!" she said, as she smiled at him,
before turning her thoughts back to the delicious burgers that she had