Kel'Al Raganella
The Jedi Order - Corellian Jedi Academy
Posts: 529
Affiliation: Corellian Jedi Academy
Traffic Light: Orange
|
Post by Kel'Al Raganella on Feb 15, 2021 20:30:17 GMT -8
Sitting down by the fountain to catch his breath Jacques stared at the arcs in the water letting the sound of the water ground him. Since transferring here from the Red Dawn Medical Center he had taken to walking around courtyard as a way to get out of the general hospital and to help pass the time. There was a time when he could have walked around this entire facility for hours on end. When he had first transferred here it winded him just to walk to the end of the hall and now he was able to walk the courtyard with only a few breaks. Sighing he tapped his cane impatiently on the ground drawing looks from a family of Drall. For a moment he considered throwing it at them, but squashed that quickly. Standing up he began walking again before he changed his mind. =Dr. Temil Djo=Catching sight of the politician, Temil recognized him from press coverage, even though they had never met. As a mid-level member of the hospital's management, he was kept appraised of their more notable guests. Temil made a u-turn in his slow walk across the central courtyard, and approached the fountain, nodding to the man respectfully. "Senator." The handsome man in his late twenties said. "It is good to see you up and outside." He smiled, his blond hair rippling in a slight breeze, and extended his right hand. "I am Temil Djo, an assistant medical director here at Five Worlds." One of his tasks was external relations, a category into which ensuring the best care possible for a Coalition Senator would certainly fall.He looked the man up and down with a critical eye. "How has your stay been thus far? I trust you're been well cared-for?"
|
|
Jacques Hu
Member
Posts: 52
Affiliation: Galactic Alliance
Traffic Light: Blue
|
Post by Jacques Hu on Mar 2, 2021 9:36:47 GMT -8
Grasping the doctors hand he shook it rather daintily. All that time spent in a coma had eaten away much of his strength, and his once iron grip was gone. Jacques brow furrowed and his lip curled up as he fought whatever was wrong with his mind searching for the right words to say. They were there one second but before the word had left his mouth it was gone again. He knew that the physical training was going to be tough but he thought this was going to be far harder.
G-g-good. Nice people.
The final two words sounded more sing songy. While he had the option for a cybernetic attachment that would give him back a voice but he wanted his voice. As such much of his time here had been spent with various speech therapists trying different techniques. One of the few methods that had been proven to help him minimally was to sign the words. Something he hated to do. Holding up his hand Jacques pulled out his datapad and began typing into it the words being read aloud from the device
Hello Doctor Djo, it is a beautiful place you have here. I have been well looked after, and these trips outside are a nice way to break up my day. I hope I wont be here too long but my rehab slow going.
|
|
Kel'Al Raganella
The Jedi Order - Corellian Jedi Academy
Posts: 529
Affiliation: Corellian Jedi Academy
Traffic Light: Orange
|
Post by Kel'Al Raganella on Mar 7, 2021 18:03:40 GMT -8
=Dr. Djo= The Hapan smiled encouragingly as the Senator struggled to find the words to respond, waiting patiently as the short, serious man made his best effort. His face brightened as the man managed to utter four intelligible words. That he was speaking at all was a significant improvement from the reports that has circulated when Hu was first transferred to Selonia, and a testament both to the Senator's iron will, and the skill of the medical center's best speech therapists.
"Excellent. I am glad to hear it." He looked around the courtyard, his eyes falling on the tri-species statue by the fountain. "The beauty of this place is a big part of what first drew me here from Hapes." He got a distant look in his eye for a second, as he thought about his grandfather, the first member of his family to visit the Core Worlds as a Senator in the Galactic Republic. It was somewhat ironic that now he was here, checking up on the care of another Senator. The handshake had told him quite a bit about how far their famous patient had yet to go, but no patient wants to be endlessly reminded of that fact. "Just appreciate each day's progress, and before you know it, you'll be out of here."
|
|
Sara Ruluwoor
Member
Posts: 359
Affiliation: Chanzari Den
Traffic Light: Green
|
Post by Sara Ruluwoor on Mar 28, 2021 16:50:42 GMT -8
Reception Area=Aylee'saresh=The blue-skinned Twi'lek young woman behind the main reception desk of the Five Worlds Medical Center smiled to herself as her computer terminal briefly flickered to a filterscreen depicting the current orbital position of every major celestial body in the Corellian system. There was nothing quite like the warmth of Corell's light, and she never felt quite at home unless she was on one of the five inhabited worlds lighted by her home sun.After the collapse of the Republic, which had cost her a powerful position as Vice Chancellor's chief of staff, she had escaped to Ryloth, the homeworld of her species. The next several months had been spent on various doomed political errands, such as searching for the missing Senator Crom'nen, or attempting to persuade the planet's new leadership to ally with Corellia directly. Asking them to join the Galactic Alliance had been an even bigger failure, as the negotiations lasted longer than the Alliance itself. She had offered to come home to Corellia and help Koronov with the formation of a new Corellian government, but there had been no need. The Corellian Coalition had come to life on its own, and with little guidance from Koronov. Disappointed in the destruction of his life's work in the Republic Senate, but satisfied that Corellia was in safe, capable, and younger hands, Dmitri had retired from public service.That left Aylee to seek a new career, and after it became clear that she was too much of an outsider to be an effective politician on Ryloth, she had come home to Corellia, taking a job in the private sector with a shipping company. Her organizational prowess and attention to detail made her a valuable and well-compensated logistics director for the import of ryll, nerf steaks, and other legal drugs and foodstuffs, but the job itself was a drag. It felt more like being a cog in a machine than actually helping people. In hindsight, she hadn't ended up helping much of anyone in politics, either, at least not in a lasting way. However, at the time, it had felt like she was accomplishing important work and making a difference, and she longed to have that feeling of accomplishment again. That was where the Five Worlds Medical Center had come into play as a second change of career. It was actually one of her firm's pharmaceutical customers that first suggested the idea to her, as a prime manufacturer of anesthetics for the Selonian installation.Tapping the screen with the tip of her left lekku, tchun, Aylee awoke the terminal, and continued her review of the day's admission records. =Aylee'saresh=Alongside Dr. Temil Djo and other members of the Five Worlds Medical Conference board, Aylee had been working for weeks on the logistics and agenda for the most important fundraising and public awareness event of the year at the medical center. And now, finally, it was the night before the big day. Departing her terminal at the reception desk, she slipped several datacards into her sash, and instead of heading home as she usually would at this hour, she walked to the center of the lobby. Taking a page out of her mentor's book, she took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and envisioned herself standing in front of a large crowd of conference attendees and members of the public, guiding them through a tour of the facility. It was a modified Jedi tactic, she thought Koronov had said once. She took another breath, and tried her best to push all of the stress and anxiety out of her mind and body, instead focusing on the happy, smiling faces of her imaginary guests. They would appreciate her, even if she made mistakes, because tomorrow was about the medical center, not about her. Also, she was the expert, and they were not. No one except herself would know if she got off-script by mistake. This was all going to be fine. Smiling tightly, she opened her eyes, feeling much more relaxed, and exited the lobby. Outside, dusk was falling, but it was not yet dark, and the last brilliant rays of Corell's light had cast deep orange stripes across the sky. Hurrying down to the landing pads at the water's edge, the Twi'lek got in line for the next water hovertaxi over to L’pwacc Den. Several dignataries were supposed to be arriving at the Spaceport this evening, and she wanted to make sure they were properly greeted upon their arrival. There was also a shipment of Whyren's from Corellia that needed to be collected and brought back to the reception hall for the main donor ceremony tomorrow evening. As she waited, she fidgeted with her lekku, her anxiety about tomorrow replaced with impatience to reach the Spaceport ahead of her guests.
|
|
|
Post by Sabina Gaultieri on Apr 26, 2023 0:20:54 GMT -8
Doctor Ishani Jha, a plump, sleepy eyed Chalactan native to Selonia in her third year as an ICU resident, looks over as the door to the roof of the general hospital tower opens and nods a greeting to the furry, diminutive Drall ER doc that comes out with his hands in the pockets of his lab coat.
Nodding his chin towards the cigarette that Ishani holds in her hand, Ritwik cheerily tells Ishani, "Those things'll kill ya."
Taking her pack of cigarettes and lighter from the pocket of her lab coat, Ishani looks up and exhales a cloud of bluish smoke into the night sky as she offers both to Ritwik.
"Rough night?" Ritwik asks as he takes a cigarette from the pack and lights it.
Nodding, Ishani returns the lighter and cigarette pack to her pocket as she says, "Just came from a terminal extubation."
Puffing on his smoke, Ritwik asks, "Family there?"
"Of course, Ishani says, sighing as she adds, Wife and two kids."
"Rough, Ritwik offers sympathetically before asking, CDF?"
Shaking her head, not surprised that Ritwik's first guess would be an injured soldier when so many were brought to the center after the First Order's brutal attack on the Five Worlds, Ishani says, "Shipyards. Made it to an evac shuttle only to have it get shot down just as it reached the upper atmosphere. Crash landing. Real fighter though, hung in there long enough we all thought he'd pull through."
Ritiwik almost asks what the cause of death was, then decides not to make Ishani dwell on the matter any longer, instead trying to cheer her up by informing her of the news he learned a few moments ago from an elderly Selonian that thought she was having a heart attack - turned out to be nothing more concerning than plain old gas - and saying, "He's dead you know? The Emperor. All over the holonet apparently."
Shrugging and taking a drag from her cigarette, Ishani says tiredly, "Good riddance. Won't change much though, will it? Eldest son succeeding him?"
Nodding, Ritwik says, "Usually how it works, isn't it? Maybe he'll be different. He's an Imperial Knight, Light Side of the Force and all?"
Snorting a laugh devoid of any trace of humor, Ishani reminds him, "They've been with the First Order all along, yeah? Besides, even if he is different than daddy, what's he gonna do? Bring back the countless dead? Lift the boot off the necks of all the oppressed? Pointing her cigarette at Ritwik, she says, more than a little anger seeping into her tone, Let's say, for the sake of argument, the son did want to undo the misery and suffering his father caused. Think all his generals and moffs and every good little Imperial that has profited from all the death and destruction would let him? Answering her own question, Ishani says, No, they'd kill him and move on to the spare heir if they even thought he'd try to change anything."
Smiling uncomfortably, not having intended to rile Ishani up, Ritwik says, "Yeah, you're probably right. Trying for a more certain to be cheerful topic, Ritwik asks, Hear about the shipment of medical equipment and medicines coming from Drall tomorrow? We can sure use it, right?"
Nodding, Ishani stubs her cigarette out against the wall and tosses it into a waste bin beside the door, "Neakita, the Selonian member of the governmental Overden that had been put in charge of organizing Selonia's affairs after the First Order attack created a need for the role, seems to be running things pretty well so far. Who knew a mining magnate would be such a good choice."
Nodding, Ritwik take s a last puff on his cigarette as Ishani spritzes herself with an odor killing spray, joking as he stubs it out, "Whoever put her in charge must have known, right? Taking a closer look at the bottle Ishani is holding, Ritiwk asks, That from a rectal tube kit? When Ishani nods, he asks, It work? Waving a farewell to Ishani as she heads back inside the center after tossing him the bottle, Ritwik sprays himself a few times and then sniffs his sleeve experimentally. Huh, Ritwik says to himself, it really does work," and then begins making his way back to the ER.
|
|