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Post by Kay'li Raganella on May 30, 2020 20:21:29 GMT -8
=T'wunby (2-1B series medical droid)=
At the sound of the patient's voice, the meddroid terminated its base routine. Instead of continuing its service rounds among the bacta tanks, most of which were empty, the droid wove a pathway between the tanks toward the voice. The slight hum of servomotors would become audible just before the 2-1B series droid entered Syren's room. If the droid could have felt surprise, it would have. It had calculated the odds of the patient in Room 170 ever waking up at less than three hundred to one.
"Hello, Master Jedi." The droid said in a slightly tinny feminine voice. "You're safe on Corellia, at the Jedi Academy." T'wunby had been programmed to set patients at ease by directly addressing them most basic fears and likely disorientation. Even if it hadn't been programmed into her, the droid also calculated it was a good way to improve medical outcomes.
"Please don't try to move around." The silvery droid had come up to the right side of Syren's bed by now, and gently laid her left metallic hand on the very edge of the patient's bed, in an attempt to emulate sentient emotion and form a connection. "You've been asleep for quite some time." She gently began to pull the blanket back over the Calnennore's shoulder.
The droid had a dozen medical questions it needed to ask, but unlike a human, it always knew when to slow down.
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Post by Syren on May 31, 2020 6:13:08 GMT -8
*Syren turned towards the sounds of servomotors and a light metallic shuffle along the plasteel flooring. A 2-1B droid filled the door frame to the small room presently. Syren attempted a small smile, though she wasn't sure if it was effective, after all her voice had sounded more like a dry croak than the lilting and slightly accented Basic she was used to hearing. She attempted to clear her throat while she listened to the droid.
How long was for some time? She let the droid assist her back under the cover. While she wanted nothing more than to vault out of the infirmary and onto the sunlight lands to the outskirts of the city, Syren could feel every muscle in her body protest wakefulness.*
"What year is it T'wunby? How did I get here? I have a vague memory of being on Oridin and running into Mike Frantz. Everything gets a bit hazy and black after that..."
*She paused, or had that been a dream? She racked her mind trying to find something more solid.*
"Or was I in Coronet?"
*She tapered of as she was quite confused and looked up to the droid for information. It probably had questions of its own, typical of medical personnel. *
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Post by Kay'li Raganella on May 31, 2020 10:57:19 GMT -8
=T'wunby=
"You've been in a coma for many months." The droid said cautiously, calculating that she wasn't quite ready to hear that it had been over five years. "You were brought to the Academy Infirmary before I was manufactured, so I do not know all of the details." The meddroid paused, studying the confusion in her patient's eyes for a moment.
"All I know is what is in your chart. You were unconscious when you arrived, and you were diagnosed with second degree burns and severe neurological shock, both of which have fully healed. Medically, you should have woken up a long time ago." She waved her right hand slightly, mimicking the non-verbal communication of sentient beings. "If Master Frantz was there, perhaps he can help you remember the circumstances of your ... accident."
T'wunby turned her attention the the monitors alongside the head of Syren's bed, checking her vitals. They were weak, but stable. Her heart rate had increased as she regained consciousness. Blood oxygen was normal for her species, brain function was returning, and there were no abnormal signs of neurological stress. "Do you feel any pain?" She asked. "I don't mean muscle aches or stiff joints. Your body will need time to regain strength, and I will help you with that. But if you feel anything deeper, any sharp pains, let me know."
This patient's case had been something of a mystery to the droid's medical programming. T'wunby knew the Jedi Healers and Masters had their own theories about her injury.
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Post by Syren on May 31, 2020 15:51:15 GMT -8
*She frowned. There were pieces that were not fitting together, snapshots of memory that would flare brightly and then dim once more. She needed time to think about them all, but first, 2-1B had asked a question.
Pain. Syren turned her thoughts to her very tired body. Nothing really hurt, she was just unbelievably tired.*
"T'wunby, I am only tired, no real pain beyond the wasted muscles."
*Syren paused then decided to ask the droid a couple of unorthodox questions.*
"Would we be able to set the lights in this room to emit UVB and mimic the red and blue spectra? And could I get a bottle of 0.35 mg/L PKN solution?"
*While her hair care regimen seemed silly to focus on, she was afraid the symbiotes in her hair and skin might be leeching off of her in the diluted light in order to continue with their own survival. With light, they provided her with a few extra sugars and radicals that aided with extending her lifespan and improving muscle ability. When they didn't get appropriate light for extended time however, they turned parasitic on her.
While the Corellian Academy probably had the most information on Syren and the Calnennore, she wasn't sure how much information Dunta, Mike, and the rest of the healers had collected over time. Changing the lights and asking for fertilizer seemed like an easier hill to battle than asking to go outside so her fauna could photosynthesize.*
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Post by Syren on Jun 2, 2020 16:34:09 GMT -8
*Syren sat in the odd glow of the lamps, color speckling her arms in whorls and swirls. Her hair had started to regain it's green color and twitched occasionally. T'wunby had left her for the day, therapy having gone as well as could be expected. She could now sit upright in bed, though with no small fussing from the droid about taking it slow.
Syren tapped each of her fingers to her thumb moving through the dexterity tricks while letting her mind wander. There had been a lot that she had missed. But, there were still things that never changed as well, for good or for ill. She listened to the hum of the bacta tanks felt herself slip into that quiet state that used to connect her to the universe.
There was silence. An overwhelming thing that was uncomfortable. She sat for a long time in the silence willing it to become more comfortable, less unbearable, and at the frayed edges she began to feel... something.
When she opened her eyes there was a small furry creature wrapped up and purring on her lap. It turned a huge eye towards her when it noticed her more alert state. Two long ears perked up and a clawed hand reached out towards Syren's. She smiled at it.*
"We may have difficulty communicating, little one. The Force is not with me."
*The kushiban bowed its head, but remained otherwise motionless. Syren closed her eyes once more and searched for the creature's presence with a renewed vigor. The sounds and smells of the medical bay fell away and the great emptiness of the universe yawned wide, yet here or there a bright burst of light winked on, and then rapidly off once more.
This was how Syren typically envisioned the Force while she meditated, she let it guide her to the place and time where she and the kushiban sat together.*
<<Well hello there.>>
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Post by Kay'li Raganella on Jun 3, 2020 20:29:58 GMT -8
=T'wunby=
One of the med-droid's many tasks was to dutifully update the Infirmary's records as new medical information was obtained, whether it be through medical observation of standard treatments, or, in this case, through treating a patient for whom there was little information available. The standard medical library encoded inside a 2-1B from T'wunby's model year had not contained much beyond the simple confirmation that yes, there was a species matching Syren's external description called the Thallassans. This hadn't been of much use to the droid (or to the Jedi medics and older-model droids that had originally cared for the injured woman).
Some time in the days after Syren arrived (but before T'wunby was first brought to Corellia), one of the Jedi healers had retrieved all related information from Dunta Coral's collection at the Five Worlds Medical Center's research library on Selonia. Famous throughout the sector for its depth of knowledge, that institution's records had included what was alleged to be the species' preferred name, Calnennore, as well as a known nickname used in some parts of the galaxy, the Water-Walkers. It had also included quite a bit of detail on the external anatomy of the species, such as the gills that provided the ability to breathe under water, and a warning note about the species' allergies to kolto and bacta -- a fact which had narrowly averted certain disaster early in Syren's care.
To these notes, T'wumby had added biological and metabolic data on the species, based upon her clinical observations of Syren's response to her requested light wavelengths (presumably chosen to closely mimic the sun of her home planet, although the droid had no access to that level of astrographic data for such a far-off planet), and her response to the fertilizers (presumably similar to the composition of oceans on her homeworld). Dosages and time-spans were correlated with the steady improvements they induced in the patient.
Given her apparent photosynthetic needs, in hindsight, they might have been able to bring Syren out of her coma sooner, if they'd consulted a botanist.
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Post by Syren on Jun 7, 2020 16:55:26 GMT -8
*Syren sat on the edge of the bed. Three days into her recovery, and she could throw her legs over the side and sit up. T'wunby was exceptionally patient with her, thank the Force, but the slow progress was maddening. Syren also had daily visits from the Kushiban.
His name was Jinx. Syren was mildly amused by this as her first master in the Force had been named Jengs, which sounded very similar. Jengs had even found a way to transcend mortality and communicate through the Force for some time. She thought he might have reincarnated here, but the Kushiban was not nearly as irascible as the old Thallassan had been.
Jinx was currently at the foot of the bed, a mild cream color burgeoning on a doleful gray/blue. It was always nice to see a species wear their emotions on their sleeves as it were. It made interactions easier. *
"Jinx, you're going maudlin on me. Know something I do not?"
*The Kushiban's fur rippled in what could be inferred as irritation. He put a hand to his adorable rabbit-like cheek and humphed. The tiny mammal was the picture of cuteness, until his brow furrowed and he started to resemble a grumpy cat-rabbit creature. There was something pestering him, a feeling throughout the Force that he could not quite place. It all connected to this Syren here. He had followed the trail to find her, there were shatterpoints everywhere and he was uncertain if he should tell her about any of it.
This one was important for something, the Force had hinted at it. What that thing would be was beyond his foresight, but he knew for sure that this one needed to be physically and Forcefully competent to contend with whatever was coming.*
<<Merely a storm on the horizon. My thoughts are clouded by it, and I am not sure we are ready for it.>>
*Syren stared at the ominous little creature, then she turned her attention to her toes, flexing them across the stark white tiles of the infirmary. What would today's lesson be?*
"What are we learning today, my little friend. Clearly it is not walking just yet."
*She smiled at Jinx and folded her hands in her lap. Relearning the basics was somewhat maddening, but time was the great healer.*
*Jinx blinked his dark round eyes and peered into Syren's multcolored ones.
<<Simply reach out and tell me how many people are in the academy right now.>>
*Syren almost gave a derisive snort, but paused. This had been like breathing once upon a time, now evening listening to the Kushiban speak was like wading through molasses. Syren breathed in deeply, listening intently and letting her mind tip towards the place where the Force used to sing. It took some practice, she had known the steps, for unknown reasons the pattern was changed now.
She looked out into the infirmary, saw T'wunby and a handful of other service droids. She reached out to the next fold of the academy and listened for a long while. It was no small task to stay focused, but stay she did until she could feel every wandering soul in the place and a stiffness in her neck and shoulders for the trouble of it.
"534."
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Post by Mike Frantz on Jun 9, 2020 11:30:24 GMT -8
I took the quickest route to the infirmary although I did take the opportunity to point out some of the facilities we passed to Raja including the dining hall and some of the training rooms. It wasn't a comprehensive tour but I didn't want the boy to think he was being completely forgotten about in my haste. I suppose I really had learned a thing or two about this whole headmaster thing after all, even if I wasn't as fit for the job as my most recent predecessors. Ducking into the infirmary I slip past healers, droids, and other healthcare workers until I reach the room I'm looking for. Turning to Raja I smile at him and point to the nearby nurse's station. Hang out there for the moment if you don't mind. I've got someone to talk to. A runner should be arriving any moment with our standard starter pack. You can use one of the bathrooms to change into your new robes if you'd like and start studying the map so you can be more familiar with the layout. That said I offer the lad another of my customary half smiles before ducking into Syren's room.
Flask in hand I knock quickly as I slide into the room of my old friend talking a long swing and offering up a wide smile. Though my grey hair and beard are a little more well trimmed than the last time Sy and I had talked and my Blue robes had returned I didn't look that far off from the way I had when we last met on Fondor during my semi-retirement.Long time no see stranger, I'd offer you a swig but the doctors told me not to. I indicated the flask that I then slid back into it's place at my belt. My face's jovial expression dropped a bit as my expression got a little more serious. How are you feeling? I had just arrived back to Corellia when I was stopped by Raja and so I wasn't sure how long she'd been conscious. I probably should have gotten more information from the staff of the infirmary before actually looking in on her, but it had been a long time and I hadn't wanted too many delays before checking on one of my oldest friends.
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Post by Syren on Jun 9, 2020 16:03:29 GMT -8
*Syren blinked at the man who just entered the medical room. Human. Grey. Vaguely familiar. He had a flask. Syren felt her sluggish brain cells slowly click into place even though thought and recognition took place in a matter of seconds. She attempted to mimic Frantz's smile, which probably came off as a horror show of sharp teeth.*
"Frantz, I feel as well as you look."
*She quirked her lips into more a sardonic smile, hiding the teeth and offering more eye. She had found that humans took more solace in a demure look than the toothy maw of a Thallassan smile. She pointed at his robes rather than the flask.*
"Don't Corellian Jedi wear green?"
*She attempted to reach out to the Force and tousle the old man's hair, just to see if she could manage it. It was a half hearted gesture, as she had still not been able to accurately sense the citizens of the academy, however, she was starting to dream again. Disturbing dreams to be sure, but dreams nevertheless.*
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Post by Kay'li Raganella on Jun 9, 2020 20:50:10 GMT -8
=Raja (the boy)=Trailing behind Mike as they exited the entrance hall, with his satchel slung over one shoulder, the young boy eagerly took in the sights of the Academy, his long blond locks almost swirling around his beaming face as he looked this way and that way. He was too polite to tell Master Frantz that he already knew where the main areas were, having studied his mom's holomap of the academy before his arrival. Besides, it was all so exciting to finally see the Academy in person! So much of his family's history had taken place within these walls, as well as many stories of other Jedi that his parents had used to teach him about the Force. He had been looking forward to this day for years. His stomach growled as they passed the dining hall, but the boy ignored it -- barely. It had been a long trip from the Outer Rim.When they reached the Infirmary, Raja paused in amazement at the size of the facility, and fell a few steps behind Master Frantz before he recovered, and ran to catch up. At Mike's instructions, he nodded. "Okay!" A ten-year-old boy with long, slightly wild blond hair and somewhat coarse clothes passed by the door of Syren's room. Neither his hair nor his dress conformed to normal student standards (yet), but he was strong in the Force, and not in the wild, untamed sense.Reaching the nurse's station, the boy looked around for a moment, then plopped down in the nearest chair. He was slightly disappointed not to get to talk more to Master Frantz, but he also was overwhelmed by having gotten to speak to the Master at all. Looking around for something to do while he waited, he slowly kicked the leg of his chair with his left foot. He didn't have to wait long. Moments later, a 2-1B series medical droid returned to the station carrying an empty medicine tray. "Hello! You're a 2-1B!" He practically shouted, proud of having made the identification.=T'wunby=The medical droid started, and dropped her tray on the counter. "Er, yes, young sir, I am a 2-1B surgical droid. You may call me T'wunby. How may I be of assistance today?" =Raja=His mouth formed an 'O' for a moment. "I've never met a real 2-1B droid before!" The youngling tilted his head. "Um, I'm Raja! I'm new here, so I was wondering..." He hesitated, not having expected to be asked a question. "So I was wondering, what's it like here?" He motioned to the infirmary. "Like, working with Jedi Healers and stuff!" His eyes sparkled with excitement.=T'wunby=The droid had regained her composure by now, and gently picked the tray up and leaned over to place it in a deep sink, her well-maintained servomotors practically singing as she straightened and turned to face Raja. "Well, young friend, it's quite different than a normal hospital. The Jedi can sense bad things that regular doctors or a droid like me can't." T'wunby explained. "That means we can treat a lot more type of sicknesses or injuries. They can also use the Force to heal our patients faster and better. We make a good team. Staff like me can handle the 'normal' cases, and let the Jedi focus on the hard ones that really need their Force skills."
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Post by Mike Frantz on Jun 12, 2020 15:56:46 GMT -8
The smile slowly faded from my face as Syren first was slow in recognizing me and then seemed to have some confusion about my robes. Her condition had clearly been serious considering how long she had been out but the extent of the possible damage was still unknown. None of the scans, either technological or force based, seemed to indicate any permanent damage but even to our records the Thallassan people are still more mystery than anything. I had learned a lot from Syren herself about her species back when I had been a healer myself, but even then the ignorance of her species had led me to nearly kill her while trying to save her life. I shutter slightly at that memory, my face remaining stoic but I had no doubt that anyone studying my face would have seen it in my eyes or sensed the feeling through the force. Shunting that memory away a pull the smile back onto my face remembering instead happy memories from my past with Syren. Taking another sip from my flask I chuckle slightly. Wow, taking naps can't be that good for your if you're losing details like that. I've worn these same robes for almost as long as you've known me, aside from the last time when I was a bartender and not a jedi. The humor drains from my voice as my smile fades once again. How are you feeling?
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Post by Syren on Jun 14, 2020 15:13:52 GMT -8
*The first sign that you are getting old, is when the details start slipping away. Syren sighed, she couldn't even remember how old she was. Things like that hadn't seemed very important to track. Besides, whose sun did you count years by now anyway? She had been so far away from Gaeren III and for so long, it didn't matter. She felt the nictitating membranes flutter over her eyes and a gel like substance ooze out of the corner.
She raised her hand up to wipe the secretion away. She turned her head to the IV line in her arm. Apparently T'wunby had her appropriately hydrated, she could shed tears. She blinked again, out of surprise this time.*"Huh, this 2-1B unit is pretty great." *She focused on Frantz,* "It is less a product of the 'nap' and more a product of age and not being able to connect to the Force." *She looked at her hands, the physical manifestation of the Force had not been achievable, Mike's hair remained as kempt as when he had walked through the door.* "Wait," *She looked back up at Frantz, a brightness in her eyes.* "That was not a dream? You were a bartender... at the... ugh, what is the Basic for this set of words?" *She looked a little manic while she struggled with a translation. This was not normal, Syren had been speaking Basic for over 200 years, this kind of block was ridiculous, and she snorted with a hint of frustration.*~loego urnen...~ *She cupped her hands like a bowl and in her mind she projected a pool of water towards Mike's mind, steam rising up and humans frolicking drunkenly with lights low.* "That actually happened? It was not a dream?" *The language Syren used was her own, typically it was difficult to share with other species, unless they had some affinity with the Force due to the telepathic nature. While she could not manifest the Force to create physical disturbances and accelerate her healing, she was still alive and able to communicate which meant she was not wholly lost to the universe.
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Post by Syren on Oct 30, 2020 17:18:33 GMT -8
*Syren sat on the edge of the exam table waiting for 2-1B to supply the final assessment of checks necessary to allow her to begin more strenuous training. It had felt like she had been meditating for months. Conditioning muscles for basic movement. Putting together a fractured mind. The details were not really that exciting and she casually fidgeted with the thin sheet covering the table.
The droid finished running the tests, quickly analyzed the results and made slight hum, almost human from the sound of it. Syren tilted her head as the tone seemed strange coming from a droid. She allowed her mind to wander around why the droid's could pick up human mannerisms, but then it was probably a mechanic to put patient's at ease. Careful now, or you'll start going down all kinds of thoughtful rabbit holes.
There it was again! A tiny voice over her own internal monologue. Her eyes shifted back to focus on the droid as it spoke.*
::You appear to be physically capable to begin the more rigorous combat training you requested. However, there is an anomaly in the region of you brain where you processes emotions.::
*The Droid paused. Syren almost always had questions about how they knew things about her brain regions. Today however she was distracted by an itch in the back of her mind that she could neither scratch nor identify the source of the irritation. While she was lost in thought, the droid continued to pause. It was likely to run another diagnostic scan if she did not return her attention.
Syren refocused her eyes back to the droid and did her best to place the human features of nonchalance to her more alien face.*
"Anomaly?"
::Yes. There's a simultaneous spike in your dopamine, norepinephrine, GABA, and serotonin levels, yet you do not appear to exhibit any of the typical fear responses a spike in these chemicals would have. It's as if you are constantly terrified, but are not processing the emotion. It is fascinating.::
<<Fear, yet peace>>
*Syren turned her head in the direction of the voice but spoke to the droid* "Will this lead to a problem in continuing with the rehabilitation?" *The droid looked to where Syren stared into the wall. It chose to ignore her question to ask one of its own.*
::Did you hear something?::
*She nodded and slid off the exam table. Pressing her ear against the cool wall she listened. The voice had spoken through the Force, but the presence felt as if it were on the other side of the wall. She concentrated trying to track down the mind that had touched hers. For several moments she reached out trying to grasp the fading tendrils of the Force that had connected. All the while the droid sat patiently waiting for Syren to turn her attention back to its diagnosis.
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Post by Halmner Strom on Mar 11, 2021 6:28:56 GMT -8
After getting settled in his little apartment, he felt he should go to the infirmary for a check up. He had been all over much of the galaxy and felt he should be sure he didn't catch something. This was nonsense of course, he done regular tests and they always came back negative, but he still felt he should. He waited in the atrium of the infirmary, he let a few people go infront of him. He just sat there waiting patiently.
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Post by Johun Starfield on Mar 15, 2021 9:45:07 GMT -8
Johun walked the corridors of the Corellian Academy, enjoying the feeling of being back home. His stroll, brought him to the entrance of the Infirmary. He had spent some time being healed here. His mind wandered to the various battle in which he had been wounded...
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Post by Johun Starfield on Apr 4, 2021 14:02:28 GMT -8
After what seemes forever, Johun made his way to the gardens...
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Post by Leontyne Ciresi on Jun 27, 2023 22:43:46 GMT -8
Wrapping up his sales pitch, Master Greco tells Caterina Bernardi, one of the academy's resident healers, ". . . proximity to the Five Worlds Medical Center would certainly afford you and your Padawan with opportunities to treat more severe injuries than the occasional training accident here, as well as for helping the governmental Overden's leader with any diplomatic, police or military incidents that might arise, giving your apprentice experience . . . "
Lifting her hand with an amused smile, Caterina, a 32 year old native Corellian with reddish blonde hair, says, "You've convinced me, Master, and then asks her Padawan, Elena Gallo, What do you think, Elena?"
Elena, a dark haired eight year old human of Lorrdian descent, without looking up from her work as she applies bacta salve to a training lightsaber burn on the arm of a young female Twi'lek, gives her Master a thumbs up.
Caterina, looking over at Greco, says, "It looks like you've found your Watchman for Selonia, Master Greco, and then asks, When would you like us to set out to meet with Neakita?"
Raneri smiles and strokes his bearded chin as he suggests, "How does tomorrow sound?"
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