[Delmi Koor]

In the normal course of conversation Delmi had shook her head, "Don't worry about it doc, I'm sure you've seen much worse."

Delmi then listened and nodded while the others spoke, only tipping her head slightly and shaking it gently when called 'Captain' Koor... that was a name she hadn't heard in a long time... but she made sure to signify that she wasn't a captain by her gesture.

She saw the bug-man walk in and gave him a casual nod. Then turned to Layne, "That's cortosis in his armor. Fought against someone with that once before... about 5 years ago. Mandalorian actually... it's brutal stuff."

[Aran Enfas]

Aran nodded at her, apparently unembarrassed by the error. "I would guess by your skill you have seen a great many things, Delmi. I would be interested to hear that story, or others." He began gently going through a routine series of stretches, testing and pushing the range of motion of his still-healing body. "Although, I would say that the armor was strong, and the man who was brutal."

[Layne Hoshin]

"My former master had it woven into his armor as well. Fighting him was impossible."

[Dr. Cole Ormont]

Cole watched Aran stretching with a critical doctor’s eye. With a restraining touch, he stopped the padawan and applied a hypospray. “That should help.”


——
D2 LE: Heal-Aran; Medicine, Average, Boost from Facilities: 2eP+2eA+2eB+2eD 2 successes, 2 advantage

5 Wounds, 2 Strain healed.

[Delmi Koor]

Delmi nodded at Layne’s comment and tilted her head slightly at Aran.

“Not much of a story a couple of Jedi would like... Mandalorian dude killed a noble and his bodyguard on a contract from a rival noble house... bodyguard happened to be my father. So I got pissed and tracked the mando down... Made a bit of a name for myself by gunning him down but it was a pain in the patoot to kill him trough that armor of his.”

[Nudimsu]

It was somewhat a long day with the fishing, but his head continued to pound from the crash yesterday. There was no physical injuries he could tell, but he was knocked out for a few minutes. He was no doctor, but he knew enough to know that seeing someone to make sure that everything was fine was the wisest move.

He entered the buildings, looking around at the others around, staring at them chat about, as others tended to do. The pleasantries of chatting always annoyed him, rather than being blunt with ones thoughts and opnions, but now over the years he had to learn to adapt to this if he was going to be out in this part of space for the foreseeable future.

He sat himself down in a chair and awaited to be approached to resolve this headache. Hopefully it wouldn't take too long.

((Got a critical that needs healing.))

[Aran Enfas]

Aran paused dutifully, waited through the ministrations, then tried the same move again. He smiled. "Thank you, doctor. We are lucky to have you."

Aran listened to Demi's story solemnly. "It is true that the Jedi say that revenge is of the dark side. But I would not presume to know more of your life than you have said, and I thank you for sharing that much."

Lingering, but stepping aside to let Dr. Ormont continue if needed, he spoke generally to them. "If I may, why are either of you here? Er..." he shook his head. "I mean to say, people often find the Jedi ways mysterious, and therefore interesting. I find the opposite is true, for me."

[Dr. Cole Ormont]

Cole hadn't been able to do a lot of the Gand earlier that day, so he turned to the insectoid now, assessing him more thoroughly. Fortunately, it turned out to be nothing that required surgery, and Cole was able to administer a combined injection that would have him feeling better in no time.


D2 LE: Crit-Hamelin; Medicine, Average, Boost from Facilities: 2eP+2eA+2eB+2eD 3 successes

Critical Injury (Winded) removed.
D2 LE: Heal-Hamelin; Medicine, Easy, Boost from Facilities: 2eP+2eA+2eB+1eD 1 failure, 6 advantage

No further wounds healed, sorry!


Finally, he is able to turn his attentions to the Chiss, waving him to a bed so he can examine the man.

D2 LE: Crit-Nudimsu; Medicine, Average, Boost from Facilities: 2eP+2eA+2eB+2eD 4 successes, 3 advantage

Critical Injury (Compromised) removed.

[Nudimsu]

Nudimsu quietly stood up from his chair and followed the doctor the bed. He did it in such a defeated way, it was apparent he was not happy to be here."Been having a few headaches since I crashed my ship yesterday a few clicks from here. Think it's nothing, but I blacked out when it happened. Know enough about this stuff to realize that I should get checked."

He wasn't prideful enough not accept to help in matters he was inexperienced in. Great as the Chiss are, it's impossible for any one person to know everything.

[Dr. Cole Ormont]

"You were on the Turtle?" the doctor's eyes, an icy blue-grey, were concerned as he administered to the pilot. "You have some swelling, nothing critical, but it's better to address such things than let them go. Especially in a warzone."

[Hamelin]

After the treatment, Hamelin finds that he can breathe normally again. There is still a minor injury but thankfully that can be healed easier. He offers his thanks. <Sojemc cunep siel>
"Thank you Doctor Ormont."

He makes way for the next patient and finds a spot with the other group. Offering them all a nod. <Gratus soum>
"Good evening."

[Nudimsu]

He nods once to affirm his statement. "Yes, it is my ship. I assume you know of it because you might have treated some of her crew?" Unless the story has already started to become gossip around the camp. He couldn't ever be sure, he never really bothered with keeping up with that sort of stuff; it's why he had Durasay around.

He gives a small sigh of relief as he was informed of the news. Swelling he could deal with. Anything worse could have made his life worse off than before. "First good thing I've heard since the crash."

[Dr. Cole Ormont]

“Mmm, a Specialist Caldera was injured, I treated her yesterday.” He pulled off his gloves and tossed them in a bin before adjusting his spectacles. “I understand that the blockade was broken thanks to ships like the Turtle, however. The Republic and the Resistance are grateful.” Sometimes, Cole wondered what he was doing here at all, dead weight compared to associates like Ashla.

[Nudimsu]

"We try to make sure the Republic gets their money's worth." It did allow them to call in a favor from Durasay to get it back up and running. Just not much to do with it other than wait.

His thoughts on his fellow Chiss and having to help lead her blindly out of that ship did not invoke pleasent feelings within him. He should have been a better pilot.

"Thank you for helping her."

[Dr. Cole Ormont]

"It's what I do, Specialist... uh, I don't think I caught your name." The corner of his mouth twisted in a wry smile, and he pushed a hand through his blonde curls.

[Nudimsu]

"Nudimsu. Here on behalf of Senator Durasay Mixo as his pilot." His face nods in at him. Perhaps he seemed to appricate the praise. Was he not shown his due respect for his talents to have this come off as rare? It was curious.

"We all have our roles to play in battles, some more thankless than others. Still, I'm sure you'll have plenty of chances to earn more praise from just a Chiss. Though considering how often those in the Ascendency gave it out, it could be something...although, he wasn't part of them anymore.

[Dr. Cole Ormont]

Cole murmured, "I passingly met the Senator a few years ago. If it's you to thank that he's safely on the ground, that's not nothing."

[Nudimsu]

"Oh?" He didn't realize Durasay's reach. His eyes widen for a moment before settling. "He's a man who knows people, as well as having a way with his words. It's impressive, to say the least." He nods. "I enjoy his company enough to want to make sure he stays alive at the moment." He says, saying the comment in a deadpan manner, doing what he could to hide any larger feelings of relief that was inside of him for his safety. "I assume you met him while doing relief work? He does tend to enjoy those sort of public appearances as a Senator, especially considering how often I had to fly him to them."

[Dr. Cole Ormont]

Cole grunted, he apparently wasn’t quite so impressed by the Senator. “He was on Nar Shaddaa during the peace talks. We had a drink together. He needed a medic, I wasn’t the one he needed.”

[Nudimsu]

"Ahh, I was there as well, back during those talks. Though, my mark there was nothing of note. Few jobs here and there. Did a few rounds of Huttball." Some that ended up going away with a murder. "At the very least, I'm glad you're here now and able to help me. I...tend to be wary of those who wield those mystical Force powers, even if it is to heal." Having people who are so reliant for their strength did not give him much comfort in being around them. Relying on skill and thought was a more reliable method of operating daily life.

Durasay was a exception, and barely at that.

[Dr. Cole Ormont]

“The Force is not one with me,” Cole assured. Some days he wished it was, but most days he felt that time spent learning to control and manipulate such ability would have been time not spent honing his medical skills. Six of one, he mused thoughtfully.

“Missed you on the huttball court. Never thought I’d be interested in that sort of thing.” Though teaming up with Jo’Ren had been considerable encouragement.

[Nudimsu]

"I'm sure we'll both manage without it."

"It was more entertaining that I was expecting, and it was nice to blow off some emotional stress with some physical activity." He says, remaining somewhat unemotional. "Having to throw a ball around and avoid getting hurt...for something so simple, it was actually something I actually enjoyed. I wish I had more time to allow myself to do play more, but I had other matters to attend to during my stay."

[Dr. Cole Ormont]

“I think I was most surprised that I wasn’t terrible at at,” he indicated to himself. Pale, tired, his cheeks hollow, as if he’d recently been very ill. His uniform hung off him, but it had always done that. Jedi teaming with Sith on the court hadn’t shocked him, he’d taken it as another sign that some sort of peace between factions was possible.

[Nudimsu]

"Likewise. Chiss recreation does not often convey into the physical. Mostly, we focus on the intellectual pursuits. Moving to do something beyond your comfort zone, if what I understand it to mean, does allow one to at least understand a group's perspective." It was important to understand where he was, no doubt. He had to often remember that he was no longer in the Ascendency any more.

He nods, and, with nothing else, starts to stand up slowly. "If there is nothing else, then, I suppose I should just let the treatment get to work. Anything I should do while recovering besides the obvious? Rest and all that, I mean."

[Dr. Cole Ormont]

“Rest, drink water, avoid being shot down by hostile Mandalorians,” Cole deadpanned.