[Open] In a Bacta Tank

[Lord Gaius]

Deep within the Jedi Temple at Voss. The Nautolan and Jedi Knight; Hasjo Hallu, found himself in a deep sleep. After the battle of Coruscant, he had been medically evacuated. He had almost died - and the medical droid noted he would require a life support system if he planned to live outside the bacta tank, which induced him into an unconscious state. His left hand was cleaved off, as were some of his headtresses from an encounter with the New Order, after he had been tortured and interrogated. The Knight hadn't given them a single word. During the Battle of Coruscant, he led Fireteam Pool to evacuate the younglings before defending the Temple steps. He cleaved a swath through the Sith troopers, but when a sniper had distracted him. Three incendiary slugs had set him aflame. He was burnt quite severely. The marksmen took pity on him, and fired another three slugs into his chest. One piercing his lungs, another piercing one of his two hearts. The Nautolan dropped. At first, everyone believed him to be dead. All that had kept him alive was the other heart, beating like a war drum. Now here he was. He barely resembled the proud Jedi he had been.

 

[Garza]

I held my head in my hands. After the battle of Courscant, Everyone that went, came back with scars. But one of the mot notable people was [member="Hasjo Hallu"]. The man had taken many hits that could have killed him. and ones that were life threatening. being stuck in a bacta tank. I looked at him as all he wore was a loin cloth to cover his parts. Tubes were hooked up to him in many places. Including his cut off arm.

I looked at the Datapad at the sheet of injuries he acquired. If this were a rapsheet even crime lords would be jealous. This guy really had the warriors heart. someone who would not give up at life. and I gave him so much respect for that. he would bee needing a new suit to allow him to live, and a new arm. I walked up the bacta tank and looked him over as I had a feeling in my heart that this man was not going to be without trial until the day he knocks on death's door.

I knew he could hear me, and so I spoke to him, "We are going to need to rebuild you Knight. I will not lie to you that this will be painful in putting the suit on. Or the replacement of the arm."

 

[Lord Gaius]

The 2-1B Medical Droid regarded [member="Xander Carrick"] with cold, calculating sensors. His algorithms and programming didn't allow him to discern if the man was a friend, acquaintance or family member. But he had a fast-link to the Jedi Temple archives that could answer the latter. He turned and began to rapidly type his sharp metallic fingers against the pad. He brought up medical records, and family. Hasjo had lived with his uncle on Coruscant until the age of four. At age four he was taken by the Jedi to the Coruscant Temple to begin training. The droid would have been surprised - if it had been in his programming. From his limited understanding outside of medicine, most Jedi in current society began training in their teenage years or later. Most, but not all. Though this man was no family member. He wasn't Nautolan. He heard him say "We are going to need to rebuild you Knight. I will not lie to you that this will be painful in putting the suit on. Or the replacement of the arm."
"He can not hear you" the medical droid replied in it's monotonous voice. Masculine programming. "He is sedated. He is in a critical but stable condition. We can not say if he will live - the next five days will prove critical in the analysis of his survival rating."

 

[Mother Askani]

When she received news, she couldn't control the fact that she wanted, no she needed to be there to see her former apprentice. She rushed to the medical unit, she had never moved this fast before, though her steps were quite long in stride. She had only ever formed a bond through the force with four people, and [member="Hasjo Hallu"] was one of them. She saw him not only as her apprentice but in the light as if he was her own child. She felt motherly to him in most ways. The echoes through the force wore on her own heart.

She walked into the room slowly, and upon sight of her student she place deer hand over her heart. She squeezed within her hand the layers of clothing she had that covered that part of her chest. She shook her head in disbelief. She walked past [member="Xander Carrick"], and proceeded closer to the BACTA tank. This was unbelievable.

"Hallu, by the force. This...for this...I apologize. I wonder if it was my doing that hadn't prepared you enough for conflicts of this degree." she said shaking her head. She would grieve, but she also kept note of the sense of attachment.

 

[CHANI]

Sitting in the corner of the Medical bay, the Kiffar touched Hasjo's item's that were recovered with him at the battle of Coruscant. She sat on top of an unused counter legs crossed over one another reliving his final moments, the nautolans valiance would surely be whispered of in the halls especially after the Knight begins to walk them again, donning a mobile life support system and a certain anonymity.

The whole situation perplexed Chani as she witnessed the battle through his eyes, the geopolitics and conceiving of the Sith plan, what were the Silver Jedi doing there? They had no ties to...oh... and she remembered, many of these Jedi used to be part of the Republic, they had something to lose, they had something to protect, history and friends and the Jedi Order. For a moment she was thankful she did not have ties to that planet, watching [member="Xander Carrick"] walk through the medbay, who spoke to Hajso with such comradery. Then Sochi Ru appeared, this Jedi was loved she thought, touching the items again with psychometry.

 

[Lord Gaius]

The medical droid approached [member="CHANI"] on treaded feet. Slowly rolling across the floor to reach the personal effects of Hasjo. The robes and cloak were mostly burnt and ashen. No longer their fine silver that he had graciously adorn himself in. He had on his person at time of evacuation a series of weapons, a Lightsaber Pike, Lightwhip and San-Ni Staff. The Pike was surrounded by a dark history. Hasjo had created it himself, but the Knight had fought countless Sith with the weapon. There was a lot of blood on that weapon, but yet, so very few deaths. The Nautolan didn't kill unless absolutely necessary. The droid regarded her with dead, emotionless gold glowing eyes "Legislation states that no one is to touch the personal effects of the injured without being signed off by a council member or medical staff" he informed her straight from his programming.

He turned to the bacta tank. Hasjo's vital signs were changing. He was experiencing what the medical droid knew as 'night terrors'. A psychological disorder experienced during the 3 or 4 non-rapid eye movement (NREM) sleep. The victim would experience emotions of terror or dread, typically associated with a nightmare. Hasjo's limbs flexed, his feet kicked as his body jerked in his subconscious state. The medical droid was confident that this was the result of the attack that had placed him in this situation. 2-1B moved forward to the oxygen tank and began to twist a nozzle, injecting heavier sedatives to place him in a deeper sleep to prevent the night terrors from occurring. He turned and skirted around [member="Sochi Ru"], making his way back to his desk.

 

[Lord Gaius]

The medical droid had extracted the bacta from the tank. The heavily sedated Nautolan was almost dragged-like out of the container and onto a table by the variety of droids that hovered over him. Each one tending to different injuries. Two long metal arms lodged themselves through two holes in his chest, leading directly to his second heart and lungs. The metal arms were facilitating the pumping of his blood and the breathing of his lungs. 2-1B began to unravel a container that had come in the day previous. Opening it up revealed a Mobile Life Support Suit (MSSR), designed by Professor Sukh'Al'Lee.

Hasjo struggled against the restraints. Powerful muscles flexed beneath dark, crisp skin. The head medical droid confirmed he was experiencing night terrors once again. They couldn't do anything but tighten him against the table to prevent him the dreaming Nautolan from causing a disaster during surgery. They attached the new prosthetic left hand. They left the cleaved headtresses, for there was nothing that could be done. Slowly they slid his body into a black plasteel suit to accommodate his regular hydration. Piece by piece, inch by every inch, they pieced together metal pieces over his body. Connecting his suit together.

The proud Nautolan swordsman did not resemble his former self, not in the slightest. He was a stranger. 2-1B began to awake him, the MSSR's systems were operational. Complex apparatuses punctured his flesh, pumping his blood and allowing him to breathe. He would be unable to remove the suit. Hasjo's eyes moved, confronted by eye slits he was forced to peer out of. Claustrophobia boiled his emotions. He was stirring out of his deep sleep. Restrains were cut away, and he lifted his foreign legs from the upraised table. Two great thunks accompanied his new footfalls.

Fear gripped his mind. There was a deep loneliness that speared his heart. He looked down to his matte grey armoured hands, turning them over to see the black body suit covering every inch of his burnt flesh. Hasjo clenched his large hands. He tried to talk, but the words wouldn't form properly. The medical droid stepped forward, informing him gently "Your lungs were seriously injured. The suit will speak for you now. A neural interface is laced to your brain. We had to make a micro incision into your skull. Think, not act."
"I-" he began to speak but found himself lost for words.

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@[member="Sochi Ru"]
@[member="CHANI"]
@[member="Maya Whitelight"]
@[member="Xander Carrick"]

 

[Maya Carrick]

Maya had been put into her own sleep induced trance as she flowed in a tank near by the one that had [member="Hasjo Hallu"] in it. What woke her mind, then anything was the fact that there was pain a lot of it. Feeling it coming from Hasjo, she felt as if rage had tighten around her stomach. Finding herself to reach out in the force to Hasjo, using her own natural abilities as she didn't use words but form pictures in him mind to smooth him. Feeling this time the only things she could do, as to the face she was still healing form what had happen to her with the multi wounds received in the battle. Feeling her heart as much as she could with the light side. Also, the Maya that Hasjo once knew of her. Battle had changed her just how much only time would tell. **Hasjo, I'm here keep your mind on me listen to my voice, talk to me,not what every taken place. **

@Sochi Ru
@CHANI
@Xander Carrick

 

[Coci Heavenshield]

@Sochi Ru
@CHANI
@Maya Whitelight
@Xander Carrick
[member="Hasjo Hallu"]

Iella had received word that the Silver Jedi that had fought along side their Brothers and Sister of the Jedi Order on Coruscant had returned. She also knew of the injuries they had acquired both mentally and moreover physically. The worse of the injured was that of Knight Hallu, it was a wonder he was even still alive considering the injuries that would have ended most sentient beings but as his race had deemed prudent he had two hearts, a sure indication of their superior evolution. And now Iella is most thankful for it as Hasjo .. one of the Orders most brave Knights is still alive.

However his recovery is another matter, physically he might mend but what of his emotional state of mind, that factor was yet to be determined. As always with the responsibility of leadership, comes the responsibility of the members of the Order, Iella knows full well the demands of it and the results of sending ones she cares for to war.. war for others. And this will always weight heavy on her mind and heart.

Iella walked into the medical bay where Hasjo is under treatment, many Silver Jedi as was expected are there to care and support him in this time. Her eyes fell on the bacta tank inside the figure of the man she knows well enough suspended in the sweet liquid.

"What is progress report on Hasjo's treatment?", she asked the droid. "And what is the prognosis for full recovery?", she asked in hope all would be well. She walked over to Master Ru, knowing her heart and mind in this as Hasjo only recently left her as Master Padawan. Iella just simply placed her hand on the arm of the Master for support, there was nothing Iella could say that would ease the situation.

 

[Cambria Zadira]

As soon as Cambria landed the Star Dancer on the landing pad, the blue-skinned Twi'lek exited the scout vessel and made her way to the medical wing of the Silver Jedi's Temple where her friend and fellow Kaadu Clansman [member="Hasjo Hallu"] had been brought after his injuries acquired while giving mutual aid to the Jedi Order on Coruscant during the recent Sith invasion. Word of the Nautolan Knight's grave condition had been sent to her while she was yet again on another mission to Tatooine; helping to free more slaves and taking down Zoora the Hutt once and for all.

Upon entering the medbay, there were other Silver Jedi present so the Twi'lek Knight just silently walked in and took her place amongst those gathered as Hasjo wasn't the only one injured in the battle. It seemed that Maya Whitelight, the Zeltron Padawan, was also receiving treatment along side him. Closing her golden eyes, Cambria concentrated in the Force and sent a message telepathically to the amphibian through a small bond that had formed between them during an earlier adventure on Tatooine.

//Get well, my friend. News I have to share of a Hutt you will most like.//

[member="Sochi Ru"] [member="CHANI"] [member="Xander Carrick"]

 

[Lord Gaius]

"What is progress report on Hasjo's treatment?", [member="Iella E'ron"] asked the droid. "And what is the prognosis for full recovery?"
"Hasjo is in a stable condition and has been transported to a separate room," 2-1B glanced up. "It is unlikely he will fully recover." The droid motioned it's hand and a holographic display burst to life in the room. It was a medical record. He motioned to something, detailing that Hasjo had already once received a serious injury on Coruscant whilst on a mission with Sochi Ru as a Padawan. The Nautolan had been impaled in one of his two hearts by a lightsaber, requiring it to be cybernetically replaced. The surgical droid explained "After the cybernetic replacement of his left hand, it was determined that his body would reject any further augmentations. The heart that had not been cybernetically replaced was punctured and burnt from the inside by the incendiary slug. His lung had also been punctured. Eighty-seven percent of his external flesh has received severe third degree burns. He is required to live in a mobile life support system, the bacta tank has done little more than close the wounds. The MLSS has a series of apparatuses that breathe for him, and pump his blood." The droid motioned her to a door, where Hasjo would lay within.

 

[Coci Heavenshield]

[member="Hasjo Hallu"]

Iella's heart sunk at the news, he would live but at what cost to him. There must be something more that could be done and Iella started to think of the Jedi Healers. They would not be able to grew new limbs for him or even replace his heart but they might be able to strengthen what he has and aid some of his wounds.

She raised her comlink and opened a communication to all Jedi Healers, hope that [member="Rianna Ordo"] or [member="Leori Sheltrak"] might hear the call.

 

[Leori Sheltrak]

The Jedi Master had just returned to her quarters after a long shift. Thankfully, the day hadn't been too draining on her mentally, as the majority of her patients didn't require Force Healing. As she closed the door behind her the sound of her communicator startled her briefly. Some timing...she thought.

Leori answered [member="Iella E'ron"] on her communicator just moments later. "Sheltrak here."

(I haven't read the entire thread, but I don't want to hold things up. Next post will be better!)

 

[Rianna Organa]

Rianna was standing quietly looking at the sleeping patient, someone she did not know, but then there had been many over the years she did not know. The bacta would heal what it could, repairing and rebuiding the networks that made up the anatomy of Hasjo Hallu. She had hear the story of how this had all happened in defense of Coruscant. She still felt guilt over having not been there, would her presence have made a difference, or would she lay among the dead. One healer had made it out and was seeking to meet with her, in time Rianna would take the Morning Star and make the meeting.

They could not rebuild what was dead, but yes they could strengthen what was there, was it a life that he would want? Too many times some thought they had the right to make decisions for others. Rianna smiled and nodded to everyone, "I was nearby meditating I apologize for not coming sooner" Rianna looked and watched, looking for some activity was he dreaming, could she find him in a dream walk. What are his thoughts?

"It is terrible what he has endured" Rianna said to no one, and yet everyone. Rianna looked over the data regarding his treatment, droids were always so efficient.

[member="Leori Sheltrak"] [member="Iella E'ron"] [member="Hasjo Hallu"]