☤ Golden Heart, Cold Hands ☤
{ Location: The Halls of Healing, Silver Rest,
Kashyyyk }
{ Equipment: Pager | stethoscope | datapad }
{ Tag: [member="Hyonu Ye"] }
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Prennis didn't make the same mistake she had made all those years ago when she had first met Grand Admiral Rausberger on the FIV Malice for the first time: she had taken a tranquilizer stim this time around. Not that it helped very much, though, at least not the small amount meant to insure her work would not be impeded.As soon as the nurse stepped into the main lobby, her shiny new ID card catching some light as it swung in its lanyard around her neck, she began to almost frantically observe her surroundings. Yes, Mercy Learning Hospital in Chasin City, Commenor had been plenty big itself, but there was something about the Halls here that triggered a slew of memories all at once: some welcome and some not.
Most not. Maybe it was the overt factionalism, of which the neutral Commenor lacked, and that was crushing.
In that way, it felt like she was a few years younger wearing her own skin on First Imperial Medical Station Mountbatten. But she knew better, for the open architecture and absence of faction shields on the dull metal walls and the species diversity of passersby and the planetside locale. Still, the hair on the back of her neck stood up as she tried not to grip her datapad so hard that she knuckles might turn white. With every step, her gut told her to turn and run but she pushed on. She couldn't--wouldn't--disappoint Cassius. He had sacrificed too much to give her a new life, the one she was convinced she wanted. Comfort, some sense of normalcy, just seemed so far away.
This was the first step towards at least that. She just needed to hold on.
Prennis shook her head, trying to focus. Do no harm, she mused. It wouldn't be that hard, right? Even for the Supreme Leader, she hadn't reaped that much harm, had she? I mean, she did know how to follow her oath, didn't she?
No.
Dagobah. Fondor. Sullust. Oh, Force forgive her. Sullust.
A complicit doctor is worse than an unethical doctor, much worse--tyrannical, even. Then, she lived up to her adopted name: Terrani. Forgiveness of her wrongs seemed too big a thing to ask of the Jedi, and that was why she hadn't and planned never to ask, but maybe she might be able to reach her own. By giving herself another chance in the medical field as a nurse, Prennis sorely hoped so.
With another shake of her head, just in time as she approached a holographic map, and dropped a finger to trace the path she needed to take to her new med-surg unit. She had no idea who she would be working with, Jedi or other physicians, but she'd find out soon enough.