Disarmed and Dangerous.

[Rexus Wenck]

"We got another one doc!" A medic barked across the crowded operating theatre, "Class four ma'am," the stormtrooper added, "Class two burns, lost left arm and scars all over the place and multiple bone breaks and fractures." The medic disappeared past the doors to where incoming wounded were being retrieved, and returned, rolling in a stretcher.

Despite being stabilised during the trip back to Dosuun, Rexus was still in a state of shock. His head rolled all over the place, groaning, crying and whimpering. His armour was still covered in Kaeshanan dirt and the blood of his adversary. His left cheek was scorched, fragments of baridium still embedded within tissue and jaw tendons. However, far more serious was his arm. The stub had white plastoid which had melted into the shattered bone and scarred tissue.

Following behind were two stormtroopers, sans helmets but covered in muck and dirt, "You look after him, you hear!" One of them commanded, she pointed at Rexus, "This karker, this guys a motherkarking hero!" The trooper screamed, obviously emotional, she looked at Irajah, "You fix him, you better karking fix him... Or I'll, I'll."
The other trooper intruded, and wrapped his arms around her, "Shh, he's gonna be fine, he's gonna be alright." He said soothingly, "Just get back out there, we'll wait for him." The female trooper shook her head. "Please, please, it's for the best."

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[Kuzo]

Irajah barely looked up when the brought the next one in. Her own recovery was slowed due to the pace of the injured still bring brought in from Kaeshana. They had taken care of her, gotten the bleeding under control, waited out the concussion. But she couldn't wait. Her ribs had been wrapped snuggly and she was back in the ward on Dosuun.

She had to be.

Of course, they'd argued with her. She still had three broken ribs that had only just begun to heal. Her direct boss had threatened to lock her in a room and sedate her if she didn't sit herself back down and rest. She wasn't have any of it. A transport crash wasn't going to keep her down- not when there was work to do.

And keeping busy helped keep her mind from going places she couldn't afford.

The unusual ruckus around this patient, however, did catch her attention. Sharp hazel eyes flickered over the troops. She didn't take the implication of threat seriously. It wasn't the first time that had happened, and she didn't suspect it would be the last.

"He's in good hands," she promised them, offering a kind 'professional' smile. "I'm going to need you both to leave though."

She was moving before they had completely. Getting the portable scanner moving with a bump of her elbow, she prepared a dose of anesthetic. They had written on his forehead the series of injections he'd already received and when in the field- at least the combat medics knew their jobs and had the short hand correct. It kept other personnel in the field on the same page, no risk of files being lost, and let her control the dosing here and now. He was long over due. She grimaced, partly understanding on some level the pain this man was in and partly her own as she twisted too fast to press the injector against his neck.

"There, you'll start to feel a little floaty in a few moments, that's normal," she said softly as she pulled the scanner into position. Once he was a little more comfortable, she'd be cutting that armor off. But for now, she needed a full scan and for him to calm down at least a little..... to breath without whimpering.

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[Rexus Wenck]

"See, she'll promise Rev." The other trooper said, "He's gonna be just fine." The stormtrooper assured his colleague, "Just fine." he repeated, running a hand through her hair as she wrapped her arms around him, "Come on, let's get out of here," he whispered, "Don't want to get in the doctor's way." The two exited through where they'd come through, and departed.

Rexus' breathing hitched when he saw the needle. His brown eyes, locking with her hazel. The stormtrooper had lost all of his bravado. All of his snarky remarks, and cat calls he ordinarily would have given the doctor faded away. He was like a child now, meek, hurt and very afraid. However, her voice soothed him. Her way of talking, it all made the lieutenant feel better. He nodded at her, and closed his eyes, resting. His teeth bared, as he anticipated the needle. Within seconds of it entering, Rexus was no longer in pain, and soundly asleep.

A medical technician rushed to help Doctor Ven as she scanned the wounds. The technician sat at a terminal, and began interpreting the feed, "He's been through a lot Doc." The technician said, "Broken nose, broken jaw, there's some shrapnel embedded within his muscle tissue of his jaw, and tendons." The medic began, "The cheek they went through, that's all burnt up." The medic continued, "He has several ribs cleanly snapped off of the rib cage. It's a miracle it didn't puncture the lungs." The medic added, "The lost arm. That'll be some work there. The bones been shattered off, and some plastoid has melted in there, so extracting that from the marrow and exposed tissue will be fun." The medic drily added, "There's also bruising, and the usual, but that's about the worst of it."

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[Kuzo]

She kept eye contact with him until his own closed, and her hand on his chest until his breathing relaxed and evened out. Only then did she turn toward her aide. As he enumerated the items on the scanner, she let out a low whistle.

"I'm surprised there's not more internal bleeding," she said softly, turning the scanner toward her to flick over the readouts with a practiced eye. "He's lucky."

Lucky? Yes. He was alive, and stable enough to be worked on.

"Get us a slot in the OR. We'll handle the shrapnel and other minor injuries here while we wait."

Irajah frowned slightly.

"They have him flagged for a specific type of prosthesis," she murmured, tilting her head slightly as she looked over the specs. Her eyebrows rose slightly. "Yes, hmmm. Yes, we can do that." She muttered more to herself than to anyone else in particular, her mind already turning on the specifics of what was needed.

They would focus now on repairing his body. The arm would come in its time.

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[Rexus Wenck]

The medic curtly nodded, "He's one of the White Wolves," The medic quipped as he booked a place in the operating theatre, "They've already got a fancy arm all lined up for him if he survives." The medic reported, before whistling, "Yo, Doc, you seen this guys war record here? This guy's, well, he's a karking hero." The medic said, "Sorry, sorry, I got distracted, I'll get the tools."

Standing up from his small stool, the medic walked to the corner of the room and wheeled in a stand of medical implements and tools. There were some bacta patches, tweezers, needles filled with all sorts of anti bacterials to ensure infection didn't spread, and a few others. "Alrighty doc, where abouts are we gonna start first?" He asked, "Cos I think we need to get started on those ribs, they could move and puncture a lung." He said, "Or we could work on the face, that does look like it needs some attention."

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[Kuzo]

Despite the fact that now two people had called this man a 'karking hero', Irajah didn't respond to it. She didn't have the time or the inclination to be horribly impressed. And regardless of status, each patient would receive equal care from her.

"Normally I'd start on the ribs," she said absently, flicking through the scans. "But he's stable and sedated, and I want a full OR staff for that, so as soon as they get us in there we'll address everything internal."

Turning away to wash her hands and pull on a fresh pair of gloves, she continued.

"His arm first. Clearing the area for the prosthesis so when we go in they won't have to wait longer than necessary. Then shrapnel. In fact, I'll start on his arm, you get to work on the surface shrapnel, stitch up what you need to, bacta patches on *everything*. There are too many wounded, and the full dip isn't going to be approved in this case."

Kaeshana had been an aid mission. Humanitarian. While the First Order was always prepared, there was no way they could have foreseen the level of what had happened there. The simple fact that there were more injured than tanks meant that those who could be worked on and survive without it were not about to be approved for several days floating in bacta.

Snagging a rolling stool with her foot, she pulled it over, perching there and visually inspecting his shoulder. She worked carefully but firmly. His unconsciousness was a blessing in this case. For the both. She didn't delight in the idea of just how painful extracting melted plastics from the bone would be for him if he'd been awake.

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