Private An Apple a Day...

[Cyran Vaas]

Cyran was sitting in the waiting room of the underground clinic, arms crossed and his leg bouncing with nervous excitement. He needed to make a detour to the establishment after some things went really south really fast. The bounty hunter rushed into the clinic's front door to demand to see a doctor, yet they were busy.

Instead he needed to speak with the receptionist. Letting them know the situation and what he was in for. The condition he described was quite dire, head trauma and a severe abdominal laceration. The thing was it wasn’t him that needed to see the doctor, but his acquisition…

Moments Prior

Standing in the alley way the path ahead was walled off, his target had reached a dead end and was trapped between a rock and a hard place. Turning around Cyran had dropped down into the alley behind them, their Jetpack thrusters flaring up to cushion his landing. With a blaster trained on his target in one hand and in the other a Force Pike.

“End of the line pal, no more running for you. Now look away, on your knees and put your hands on your head.” Fearing that there was no way out now the fugitive complied. Holstering his blaster Cyran approached, using his free hand to pull out a pair of stun cuffs. When the bounty hunter leaned down the fugitive noticed his force pike was still in his hands.

In a desperate act they shot their arms out to reach for the weapon. Hoping to grapple it and disarm Cyran. Causing him to lose balance and fall over to avoid losing his weapon. The pair scrambled on the floor as Cyran dropped the Force pike, the two of them grabbing and clawing over each other to reach the weapon first. In the process the Force pike was accidently set to a more lethal setting as opposed to its non-lethal stun setting that Cyran normally used. As the two wrestled eventually the fugitive caught the weapon, but before they could use it Cyran punched the man hard in the gut, with his crushgaunt it wasn’t hard to knock the wind out of them. Stunning them for just a moment Cyran grabbed his weapon back and slashed it across his opponent. He’d expected to only knock them out, but instead accidently eviscerated them.

Present

Cyran was worried, the bounty was strictly wanted alive, they always were for him. He never took ones that required lethal force, and he never took a life. He’d managed to stabilize his target, but only barely and there was no guarantee they would survive a wound like that. Being nearly bisected like they were. Getting them scheduled to see the doctor, Cyran lugged the fugitive out of the trunk of the speeder he commandeered from them.

Prennis Keeoli

 

[Prennis Keeoli]

The receptionist was a dirty teenager. Literally, like the ubiquitous fluorescent light had baked grit and grease into his skin. No judgement. Well, maybe some. It begged to question of this clinic’s overall cleanliness.

”Okay, Mister…Vaas,” mused the doctor as she stepped into the small waiting room. She came to a stop just a few feet beyond the door and looked up from her datapad. Immediately, she began fumbling to find a place nearby to put it down. Once she had, she rushed the rest of the way over to Cyran and his bounty, getting on the other side of them to help support them as the group made their way into the operating room.

”You have good timing,” she muttered before making herself busy around the room, gathering impromptu surgery implements. “Kio?” she called when she had filled the bedside tray with instruments.

A loud hmm of acknowledgment sounded from the waiting room.

“Please clear my schedule!” Then she turned to Cyran. “Would you mind holding them down, sir? My anesthesia is at a premium I’m afraid.” They may be knocked out now, but the pain of being stitched back up would probably rouse them.

Cyran Vaas

 

[Cyran Vaas]

There was a fair amount of concern Cyran felt about the cleanliness of the clinic. Then again it was close by and available. If they got sick after being here that wasn’t too much concern for him. The bounty was wanted alive, sickness mattered not. Just so long as it wouldn’t prove fatal.

Making their way with the doctor into the operating room, helping her place him on the operating table. “I’m afraid my first aid isn’t enough for my acquisition here. The injuries are well above my pay grade.” The bounty hunter did have considerable knowledge and skills as a paramedic from some courses he took. For these kinds of scenarios, and could normally treat the injuries he inflicts on his own bounties. But not ones as grisly as this he could only do so much. Hopefully what had done would be enough to make them stable.

Cyran listened to the doctor request him to hold down his bounty. Under his helmet the zeltron grimaces some. Knowing this definitely wasn’t going to be pleasant for anyone involved, not that it ever was to begin with. Nodding, he replied. “Huh, yeah yeah I can do that.” He wasn’t sure if blasting a stun round with his blaster would be healthy for them, or using his own tranquilizing darts would be good for them in this situation. With their blood loss and all. Might be too detrimental to stuff like their blood pressure or whatever. Holding them down the bounty hunter braced himself for what might happen next. He also didn't want to get sick during the operation.

Prennis Keeoli