One hell of a headache (CIS, Vorhi's friends)

[Vorhi Alestrani]

--Roon Templar Citadel, Infirmary--

Vorhi woke up. It had been a good three days after the attack on the Templar. His head and body still felt like they'd been hit by a falling bantha. Still, his grogginess was to be expected. At least they'd yanked all the cortosis out of his arms--who had that kind of money? Cortosis shells? Holy crap, whoever this guy was, he was rich. And angry at Bane. He wondered what Bane actually did. Eh, screw it. At least the surgeons here on Roon were able to rebuild the torn ligaments, and he could move his hands. The scars were nasty, though. Still, his orders had been followed. The sack of veermok shot had done some serious damage--thank God for Feena and the other Curates, using their variations on Kaminoan tech.

Still, the new muscles need re-training, and that's why he was doing something stupid. Again. Taht somethign stupid was push-ups. He was up to fifty when he hear someone come in, both of his arms still in bandages as the skin grafts were attempting to work--somewhat. "Yes, who is it?" He said with a calm sound.

@[member="Feena Mason"] @[member="Pandeima"]

 

[Onrai]

Pandeima entered the room. She had been one of the supervisors that had helped restore @[member="Vorhi Alestrani"] to a functional state. The cortosis bullets were being stored elsewhere, but the biofiber and skin regenerators that had been used to repair his wounds were currently some of the only things still remaining in the room.

"Well, I guess we can't dance now..." She gave a soft chuckle, looking Vorhi over in his currently compromised state. "How do you feel? It took a lot of work to restore you..."

 

[Jorus Merrill]

Elsewhere, CIS lab techs had verified that the shot which struck Vorhi had not been slugs or buckshot, but a blast of ultrafine cortosis dust, probably designed to hang in the air and create a zone of denial for lightsabre wielders. The eight-gauge shell casings were handmade and chemically cleaned -- no prints, no makers' marks. Microscopic traces of beskar suggested that the shells had been fired from a Mandalorian weapon.

 

[Gavin Wilis]

Gavin popped his head into the infirmary doors, looking over the room. He saw one man, jacked up beyond belief, with a green chick standing over him. He wasn't one to step into personal exchanges, but he was there on an urgent mission. "Where's the bathroom?"

@[member="Pandeima"]
@[member="Vorhi Alestrani"]

 

[Feena]

Now Feena was tired again. With all these near fatal injuries, well, life was hard for the Galaxies best healer. And the baby didn't make things easier on her. It felt like she had a parasite growing in her. It was to the point where she could actually see the little bulge in her tummy. How irritating. And whatever was wrong with her, nobody had seemed to figure out. All she knew was that she sincerely needed to take it easy or she might pass out again. How embarrassing would that be?

"Alright, so I've been reading your charts and-"

Feena stopped as the door slid open. Why was her patient even attempting to do push ups!? All her hard work to get him healed to this point! It would all be wasted!

"Excuse me! Bed rest. Now!"

She felt like a mother sending her child to bed without supper.

 

[Onrai]

"Feena, relax... His body will never integrate with the biofiber implants and skin grafts unless he exerts use of them. Calm down and relax before your doctor has to confine you to bed rest as well."

And it was true, after all. Polarine had been assigned to Feena as her own doctor. After all, the woman did need someone who knew what she was talking about, and she had done work with Feena in regards to reproduction before. It was coming near her first checkup date, actually...

"I'll take care of him, don't worry. I know Zel Medical tech like the back of my hand. Alestra will be good.

@[member="Feena Mason"] @[member="Vorhi Alestrani"]

 

[Vorhi Alestrani]

Vorhi nodded. "The muscles are functional, but channeling the force through them seems a little slower, if that makes sense," he said calmly. "The new tissue is getting used to the older force energy," he said calmly. "Still, I am feeling better. Couldn't be twenty push-ups without wincing yesterday. now I'm up to fifty and I don't even want a bacta patch," he mused dryly. A nice bath in a hot-spring wouldn't hurt, though. Did Kothlis have hot springs?

A man with a devil-may-care beard ran in asking about the bathroom. He looked directly at the man and smiled. "Third door on the left. Don't do too much damage," he said with a laugh. He continued doing Push-ups--and then Feena came in to yell at him. He smiled. Feena was a few months in now, and she looked kind of matronly with the death glare and all. He slowly stood up. "First off, bed rest is fine, and I've been resting for the last twenty hours. I rest much harder, and I'll be sent to the morgue," he said with a smile. "Secondly, Polarine is wrong on one account and right on the other," he sat on his bed. "I am improving. But, my dancing will be fine in a week or so, since my arms are damage, but my hips work fine," he said with a laugh, sitting on the bed to placate Feena. He wasn't in good enough shape to wrestle a gundark right now, and Feena growled louder than most gundarks. Not that he would admit that out loud. That'd give her the satisfaction.

 

[Feena]

"How dare you?"
Feena was beyond annoyed at this.
"You may be my personal doctor, but while I am on the job with a patient, you do not bring my personal medical history into this, do you understand?"

She gave the green skinned woman a seething look before turning her attention back to the patient. She didn't care what she thought. She knew her own handy work and she knew her patients. Feena had worked far too hard and was far too tired to argue in front of her patient. Feena was the archon and leading healer of the CIS. She would call the shots.

And Vorhi's joke did not amuse her one bit.

"As I said. Rest. Now. You will not do anything until you are properly supervised and granted permission, understand?"

 

[Onrai]

"Calm down, Feena... He's my patient too. Just relax and know that he's going to be fine. Isn't that right, Alestra?"

Her hormones were beginning to act up. Not really a surprise there, as Circe had expected it to happen at some point during her pregnancy, but not now. She would need an injection to help balance her hormones and calm down her mood swings. Well, that, and a massage.

And @[member="Gavin Wilis"] was still standing there. "Did you or did you not need to use the restroom?"

@[member="Vorhi Alestrani"] @[member="Feena Mason"]

 

[Ashin Varanin]

One of the Templar Order's less central persons knocked on the door and leaned in. Ember Rekali rarely got out much, not since the Roon pirate takedown. He spent his time training Templars here at the Citadel, instilling his personal blend of esoteric body-enhancement skills. Many Templars, Vorhi for one, now had some solid grounding in the arts that made the body faster, stronger, more durable, and he tossed Vorhi a nod, as between men of a certain age.

"Good to see you're awake, Alestrani. Willis, the 'fresher's down the hall and take your second left."

He trailed off as the catfight became apparent. "I though of inviting you out for a training session, Alestrani, but if the Archon says bed rest, the Archon gets bed rest. Once you're in better shape, drop by my class and we'll see about making a proper tank of you, if you're interested. Sort of a necessity for men like us who don't prefer the lightsabre. Plus it never hurts to have a thicker skin when accusations of hormones are flying."

 

[Gavin Wilis]

Gavin rushed down the hall, his cybernetics pounding the floor. He clunked as he rounded the corner, kicking open the door. He sensed a disturbance in the force as he felt his timbers shiver. A turd the size of the Death Star passed through a hole no bigger than a womp rat. He nearly collapsed as he heard a terrifyingly loud SPLORCH. He finished and limped out of the bathroom after washing his hands. He came back to the room he'd stuck his head in. "Oi, anyone need something done? I'm looking for work."
@[member="Pandeima"]
@[member="Feena Mason"]
@[member="Vorhi Alestrani"]

 

[Vorhi Alestrani]

Vorhi smiled as someone came to almost rescue him. Almost. Feena and Circe continued to bicker and he stayed on the bed. Politely. He sighed and replied after looking at both of them. "Hey, you're both doing your best here, I'm certain. So, Feena, you were saying something about my charts, is something unusual?" He said, honestly curious. After all, if it was important enough for her to worry, he should at least know what's up. Probably.

Gavin wandered back in after apparently relieving himself. "Hmm, haven't the foggiest, Gavin. I'm not normally one to subcontract, but if this bedrest lasts too long, I might need an errand or two handled," he said with a shrug, looking to Feena and Polarine. "Depends on what the lovely doctors say. What's the verdict?"

 

[Onrai]

(OOC: LMFAO!)

As he returned to the room, Circe smiled, trying to ignore the fact that the sewage system would likely be clogged up for weeks. "I've checked you out, Vorhi. Your body's doing fine, but perhaps Feena's found something I've missed."

She hoped she hadn't missed anything.

@[member="Gavin Wilis"] @[member="Vorhi Alestrani"] @[member="Feena Mason"]

 

[Feena]

The archon sighed and sunk into a chair, utterly irritated by the chattering around her. She just wanted a moment with her patient. That was all. Did she need to be challenged at every turn?

"I am not at liberty to discuss anything except with my patient," she snapped, looking around at the full room, "But I can say this; until you are at 100% in my books, you are going nowhere, young man."

She was not going to be disrespected here. What she found was hardly what she would call a big deal. Just a minor heart rate fluctuation, but Feena was not one to take risks, at least not with other people.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

Vorhi was, so far as Ember was aware, slightly older than Feena -- but she hadn't resigned from the Republic for any lack of respect for her own importance.

"Clear out, folks," he said. "Archon needs time with her patient."

 

[Vorhi Alestrani]

Vorhi sat in a meditative stance. He appreciated all the well-wishes. He wondered at what the real issue between Polarine and Feena was--it seemed like a whole lot of mistrust between them. Whatever. It wasn't his problem. Still, he decided to look at both of them very calmly. "Alright, doc. You heard her, everyone out."

He sighed, waiting for them to clear out. Honestly, he understood confidentiality, but hell, he was starting to get worried it was something serious he didn't know about. He folded his legs, breathing slowly. Feeling the force through his body, perceiving it. After all, just because he was ordered to bed-rest didn't mean he could focus, after all. He smiled weakly.

 

[Onrai]

Sighing, Circe relented, accepting defeat(if you could call it that) and exiting the room. After all, she did have some work to do on Feena's injection - it was about time, after all.

"Ember, care to come with me? I could use your expertise with chemicals in preparing some injections."

@[member="Ember Rekali"]

 

[Ashin Varanin]

He ducked out of the room after @[member="Pandeima"]. "Last thing you want is an old assassin helping with a pregnant woman's medicine," he said. "Can't this place ever hire professionals? I swear sometimes I think the Archon's the only medical sort we have with any kind of legitimate medical degree and formal experience. You're a medical administrator, yes? Do you think you could see about...improving our medical facilities and capabilities here on Roon? Or is that the Archon's department?"

 

[Feena]

That woman was not getting anywhere near Feena with a needle if she had any say in it. It was never a good idea to mess around with a pregnant womans natural hormonal balances or imbalances, depending on how you saw it. Feena was not being just a typical hormonal woman and to imply such from anyone was insulting. Feena knew the green skinned womans mind far too well to feel comfortable with her getting near her with a needle.

"Okay, I need to talk to you about something here. An abnormality," she said once the room had finally cleared, "It is nothing immediately serious, but I take no chances. I found a slight irregularity in your heart rate patterns. I think a few more tests are necessary before I discharge your from my care."

 

[Vorhi Alestrani]

Vorhi nodded softly. "I see. So, you were worried I might be straining my heart? It makes sense, given the stunt I pulled," he mused thoughtfully. "I used a variation of the force body technique before I was shot. It's a kind of trance where you overload your adrenal glands for a controlled surge. It's hell on the heart," he said thoughtfully. "Still, I'll let you check it out, to make sure things are getting back to normal. It'd suck if I pushed myself to the real breaking point," he said with a nod.

He smiled weakly. "Besides, if I croak, you'll have to try and get Daxton to handle all the seeker's paperwork. Then we're all doomed!" He said with a laugh. Even if this were serious, he would still laugh. After all, laughing was the best medicine, except for, y'know, not dying. That was better medicine.