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Oddyn was slowly emerging from anaesthesia after the operation. His blurred gaze immediately shot toward the source of alien feeling in the place of his left arm. He knew what he would see there, but was still shocked when his brained started moving metallic fingers as easily as if they were his own. A happy grunt escaped his lips, probably alerting the personnel around.

"Good morning, Oddyn. How are you feeling?" Rekara was over the bed of the man when he woke up, she was looking over his data and checking his vitals. "Are you thirsty?"

"Yes, thirsty. Are you offering some distilled medicinal ethanol?" He mused, trading gazed between the Cala and his small-wonderous arm.

"We only have the healing type here, Oddyn, not the type you may prefer to calm your pain." The Cala picked up the metallic arm and evaluated the surgery. She pinched the finger. "Can you feel that? Try moving your fingers one at a time, naming them before moving them."

"Sensors are so-so. Maybe need getting used to." He sighed at the news of no booze. Nevertheless, he started moving them in sequence. "Thumb. Index. Middle. Ring. Pinky."

"Looks like the arm is doing good." She checked on the pad next to Oddyn's bed. "But you will soon be able to go to the cantina to get some of the other type." She checked on what was remaining to do for the full recovery. She felt the metallic arm through, up to the junction with the body. "It doesn't look like there's any type of rejection, no rashes, no blood patches or clogs. That's perfect." She added as she massaged the area to ease any possible clogs. "You only need a slight treatment to avoid immunosuppressive treatment and to finish treating the remaining wounds on your body."

Rekara treated the man for what was required and remaining, with perfect care for him, a work she was proud of.

Medic! (D5-EM) Easy Medicine Roll Oddyn, state of the art tech boost. Surgeon and Physician Apply: 3eA+2eP+1eB+1eD 5 successes, 3 advantage


Heals Up to 7 Wounds and 5 Strain.

He closed his eyes during the procedures despite the odd feeling, having trust in the healer. "Thank you." He whispered once his remaining wounds were dealt with and chems kicked in. "Looks like I am turning fully able again."

"Looks like it went all perfectly. But you should be wary of any sings of clogging. If any of this comes, just come by and we will treat it." The Mon Cal went out to a nearby table bringing back a small cup with a strong brown liquid inside. "This should help your blood circulation." She added with a wink, handing the cup to the other hand. It was a strong, aromatic aroma he well knew, the scent of jogan fruit, the perfume of the licor made from the fruit, the flavor of brandy. "We use it as a natural remedy for a few maladies as well as for toothache."

He accepted it gratefully and shot it hungrily, sighing with elation once the burn entered his system. "A very universal panaceum." He smirked, the lingering fruity aftertaste and warmth sustaining the smile.