Private No Rest For The Weary

[Ki'an Vizsla]

It was difficult getting hands-on experience in the combat medical field given the time-sensitive nature of many of the injuries so before anyone could even get to that stage they would need their learning to be supplemented by practice and theory. Still, learning was no excuse for negligence so it was difficult for medics to train on the battlefield should it unduly cost a life. In order to justify sending a medic into a battle, you had to be certain they were competent enough to perform the job they were intended to do. That was certainly the case for Kranak, who Ki'an had seen in action and had noted for his skill.

The younger medic wanted to, understandably, know more about his trade and while Ki'an was no master himself, he was happy to share any wisdom he might have. Most of his knowledge came from his mother, a former medic before her injury which left her permanently disabled, who he still learned from and would continue to do so for many years to come. His wife was not medically inclined but shared his disposition of having a similar compassionate nature to what had led him into the medical field in the first place.

Ki'an invited his fellow Mandalorian to join him at make-shift hospital in the outer rim where a planet in the grips of war was experiencing a crisis. The Mandalorian was not paid to be there but the rebels fighting against the local gangsters and crime syndicates needed all the help they could get. There were medics, doctors and nurses from all walks of life who had volunteered to aid those who had been fighting in the battle. The decision had been on a whim so he was unsure if Kranak would heed to his sudden call but he was too busy to be worrying about that for the moment but he sent the coordinates in any case.

The set-up they had was far from sophisticated. They had managed to create a sense of organisation, allowing priority patients to be treated first, but they didn't have nearly enough of the correct equipment as everyone had just brought what they personally owned or had managed to steal. They were using an abandoned warehouse a few miles out of the city where the battle for territory was being fought. With the lack of equipment they had, they relied on locals for many other items such as blankets, pillows and mattresses and many lay on stretchers or on the floor but faces around him reminded him of the good that was left in the galaxy. These selfless people had come as a testament to their profession to help those in need and the caring locals who aided those rebelling instead of fleeing.

The Mandalorian finished applying the synthflesh to a woman's cheek and jawline after a bad burn from an explosion of some sort. She then moved her hand to feel her injury. "Careful." Ki'an warned so she slowly brought her hand away. "It'll come off in its own time and the skin underneath will be healed." She nodded in response and gave a thankful smile. "I appreciate it." Ki'an offered a smile and a bow of the head in return. "You're welcome. Now rest." He told her and she complied. The burn had been the most superficial of her injury but she would need time for the bacta to work on the broken bones.

Kranak Vizsla

 

[Kranak Vizsla]

Location: Outer Rim, Velabri
Local Time: 14:21
Date: -DATA CORRUPTED-
Objective: Dispense Medical Aid to Those In Need
Ship: M-30S Krayt Gunship
Equipment: Loadout 1
Tags: Ki'an Vizsla

He had received a message from his fellow clansman, Ki’an, to a planet in the Outer Rim to an ongoing conflict. Apparently, the people of Velabri had taken up arms to fend off the local gangsters and crime syndicates that ailed their planet. This was a just cause. Ki’an was there voluntarily, providing medical aid to the wounded. Ki’an had invited him to come along if he wanted to. He could use more hands on experience when it came to dealing with battlefield casualties. This was certainly a good opportunity for just that. He punched in the coordinates of the planet to his nav computer aboard his Gunship and jumped to hyperspace, enroute to the planet. He put the ship on auto pilot before he got up from the pilot’s seat. He headed for his bunks to prepare his gear for the situation. He did not know what he was going to be dealing with. He wasn’t sure how well equipped the rebels were. They probably weren’t equipped all that well. He assumed they’d be short on everything, which made every piece of medical gear even more valuable in this circumstance. He had a crate of medical supplies he would resupply from every now and then. His ECM 598 alone may not be enough for this, so he decided to take the crate with him for the rebels as well. For his backpack, he packed up on extra tourniquets, bacta patches, medpatches, vials of Comaren and bacta bulbs, among other things.

The preparation took about ten to fifteen minutes tops. He was feeling equipped enough to deal with the situation now. Shortly after he returned to his pilot seat, his Gunship came out of hyperspace. The planet was within sight now. He could see the large patches of forest and mountains as well as some water bodies here and there. The atmosphere of course, was breathable, with the planet’s gravity measured a little over 1G. There were signs of industrialization on the planet, however. Upon closer inspection, he managed to spot the lights of a city. It wasn’t that large, but it was at a moderate size. There were probably more settlements like this on the planet.

Shortly after he came out of hyperspace, he would enter the planet’s atmosphere, headed for the coordinates that Ki’an had sent him. He was about two hundred kilometers away to the north, but his Gunship would be able to close the distance easily. He turned off the auto pilot and steered the ship manually towards his target destination. He was flying low to avoid detection from the enemies of the rebels. He would later open a secure channel to Ki’an’s commlink when he was in broadcast range. [“Received your message, vod. I’m about a hundred klicks out. I’ll be overhead shortly. Give the rebels a heads up for me so I don’t get shot at.”]

About seven minutes later from his transmission to Ki’an, he made visual contact with the camp as he flew past. He spotted a few ships next to the camp as he made another flyby overhead. He would land on an empty space next to the other ships as he slowed down his speed and lowered his altitude. Once he landed, he would turn off the ship’s engines and stand up from his pilot seat, making his way to his bunks to grab both his ECM-598 Backpack and the Medical Crate and then make his way out of the ship from the boarding ramp.

 

[Ki'an Vizsla]

There was a never-ending stream of wounded. As soon as one person was treated another would walk in, or was carried in. The people here were fighting hard for their freedom and it was commendable. However, many were civilians, not soldiers. They were unequipped for a battle of this scale and it showed but the Mandalorian doubted he would be any more beneficial to them as a combatant. No one would come to the aid of the lone planet aside from independent medics and warriors so it seemed their best option was to cease fighting but they were a determined people and knowing what it is like to lose control of your home planet allowed for a certain degree of empathy.

Since he wasn't occupied with a patient, he was the first to approach a man who stumbled through the door with a hand over his eye and blood between his fingers. He briskly walked over and guided the man to a chair before gently taking hold of his wrist to remove his hand from his eye and look at the injury. Normally the helmet hid his expression but with professionalism came the ability to hide emotions even when his face was clearly visible. This was one of the times where he was required to do so. "I'll get you something that will take the edge off." He told the man with a friendly smile before leaving in search of an analgesic. Nothing could be done to save the eye but they did not have the capacity to perform such complex surgery.

The Mandalorian returned a few moments later with a cup of water and a couple of pills which he dropped into the man's hand. "How bad is it?" He asked, looking concerned. Ki'an kept busy to avoid showing his hesitance to respond and applied bandages around the man's head to cover his eye as he responded. "You're going to need surgery." He replied. Telling the truth was unavoidable. He would've found out eventually anyway but Ki'an was not keen on telling the man there was nothing that could be done.

Upon hearing a familiar voice over the commlink, he gestured for an idle nurse to take over for him while he went to find one of the few people who had been designated as an impromptu leader - one of the few people with combat experience. ::Copy that, vod:: He replied into the commlink. It seemed the man he was searching for had found him first as he heard someone behind him exclaim "Mando!" to which he turned around and faced the commander who was addressing him. "We could really use your expertise out there." He told Ki'an as he approached. "Believe me, my expertise is in here. I'm not a leader." He replied. One, even two Mandalorians could not take down a crime syndicate. Their best bet was making sure the population weren't wiped out.

Before the commander could get another word in, Ki'an quickly added. "Actually, I was coming to find you. I have a friend coming so can you give him landing permission?" He asked. "Of course. I'll tell the others to stand down." He replied, clapping the Mandalorian on the shoulder as a friendly gesture. "Thanks, I'll be back in a minute." He told the man before peeling the gloves off of his hands and dumping them into a bin by the door on the way out.

Once his gaze clocked onto the new addition among the ships, he approached the docking ramp as it opened and waited at the foot of it for Kranak to step onto the planet. "Su cuy'gar, vod." He greeted his fellow clansman. "Glad you could make it. The situation is pretty dire." He grimly informed Kranak.

Kranak Vizsla

 

[Kranak Vizsla]

Location: Outer Rim, Velabri
Local Time: 14:23
Date: -DATA CORRUPTED-
Objective: Dispense Medical Aid to Those In Need
Ship: M-30S Krayt Gunship
Equipment: Loadout 1
Tags: Ki'an Vizsla

"Su cuy'gar, vod."

When the boarding ramp lowered fully, the first thing he saw was his vod, Ki’an. Ki’an wouldn’t be able to see the smile underneath his helmet, but he would certainly hear the big guy’s sonorous, cheerful voice. He would always be happy to see a Vizsla. [“Su cuy’gar, vod!”] His armored boots clanged while he walked down the boarding ramp.

"Glad you could make it. The situation is pretty dire."

He set the medical crate he was carrying next to Ki’an. Right after, he would stretch out his free hand towards him for a kov’nyn to greet him. After the greeting, he would scan his surroundings. He spotted a crowded medical tent not too far away, with a bunch of other tents dotted around, crates with various contents scattered around the camp. There were a number of armed individuals performing duties, be it patrolling around or moving supplies and gear around the compound. By the looks of it, they were either rebels or fellow mercenaries that joined their cause.

Directing his attention to the crowded medical tent, he could see the mess from here. From this distance, he would not be able to discern the status of the wounded, but he assumed there were a lot of them in need of medical care. It sure looked bad. [“I hope it is not any more dire than it looks.”] He replied to his vod as he looked back at him, speaking in a more serious tone now. [“How can I help?”]