Post by Fromikeable on Aug 7, 2018 1:41:12 GMT -5
Being an expert on pre-hyperdrive civilization was a funny thing in a galaxy that had existed with the technology for milenia. Even within the historical community, such experts were considered odd folks, almost more in line with the study of how civilization came be to be rather than studying civilization itself. The pre-hyperspace world was so far removed that even the history that followed, the galaxy that had known no Republic or Empire, seemed like something from a novel.
Rahse was sure that Xim’s Empire would’ve made for a fine novel, at least.
Xim the Despot, son of the infamous Xer VIII, had certainly inherited his family’s talent for conquest and malice. Yet even among them, he had been the exception. The man had pioneered brand new methods of battle droid design, weapon production, and army organization. Such had they all been that even today, nearly twenty thousand years later, much of it not only survived, but thrived.
What gave a man that uncreative that sort of intuition? Rahse intended to find out.
Specifically, Rahse had come to Jabiim to hunt for one of the Xim’s Empire’s oldest spaceports. The planet’s weather had a knack for making old ruins hell to find, but after a few fresh, targeted scans of the planet’s crust, the professor had managed. Evidently, the remains of the once bustling center of commerce now sat mostly submerged in a swamp along the equator, buried beneath equal parts mud and water. The expedition would be rough going, to say the least.
He needed to prepare. And for that, he needed a doctor.
Evidently, he wasn’t alone. The alerts from the Jabiim Congress had been clear; the entire planet was facing an epidemic, and they would not be held responsible for non-citizens contracting it. Anyone that landed did so at their own risk, free of obligation. Undeterred, Rahse had done so, but not without new precautions. Long sleeves and tough pants kept his skin exposure to a minimum as he walked the dirt streets of Cobalt Station, a face mask draped across his mouth and nose. The base, property of the Jabiim Congress, was positively flooded with the infirm. Jabiimi of every creed lined the streets, some in tents, others facing the mid-day sun, all desperate for aid. The overwhelmed soldiers in the base proper did their best to keep order, with relief ships not arriving as often as they needed to be.
Rahse could only pull his hat closer and wonder. Tropical climates could spread disease, but Jabiim had the same medical technology as the rest of the galaxy. Could it be that…?
Set to idle wonder, Rahse finally made his way through the fort’s doors, striking into its buildings. The medical staff about were all overtaxed, to be sure, but some still managed to direct the Zeltron onward. It was only after a few tries that one finally directed them toward the woman most qualified to help “a man looking preventative advice”.
As he neared, he cleared his voice. ”Pardon me, Doctor Bellamy?” Nudging his hat up, his green eyes leered out, studying her face as he spoke.
”I understand that you are the expert to see regarding physical trauma.” Stretching out a dark red hand, Rahse smiled beneath his face mask. ”I am Doctor Hyul. What my doctorate lacks in medical training, I hope to make up to you today in affecting this plague.”
Rahse was sure that Xim’s Empire would’ve made for a fine novel, at least.
Xim the Despot, son of the infamous Xer VIII, had certainly inherited his family’s talent for conquest and malice. Yet even among them, he had been the exception. The man had pioneered brand new methods of battle droid design, weapon production, and army organization. Such had they all been that even today, nearly twenty thousand years later, much of it not only survived, but thrived.
What gave a man that uncreative that sort of intuition? Rahse intended to find out.
Specifically, Rahse had come to Jabiim to hunt for one of the Xim’s Empire’s oldest spaceports. The planet’s weather had a knack for making old ruins hell to find, but after a few fresh, targeted scans of the planet’s crust, the professor had managed. Evidently, the remains of the once bustling center of commerce now sat mostly submerged in a swamp along the equator, buried beneath equal parts mud and water. The expedition would be rough going, to say the least.
He needed to prepare. And for that, he needed a doctor.
Evidently, he wasn’t alone. The alerts from the Jabiim Congress had been clear; the entire planet was facing an epidemic, and they would not be held responsible for non-citizens contracting it. Anyone that landed did so at their own risk, free of obligation. Undeterred, Rahse had done so, but not without new precautions. Long sleeves and tough pants kept his skin exposure to a minimum as he walked the dirt streets of Cobalt Station, a face mask draped across his mouth and nose. The base, property of the Jabiim Congress, was positively flooded with the infirm. Jabiimi of every creed lined the streets, some in tents, others facing the mid-day sun, all desperate for aid. The overwhelmed soldiers in the base proper did their best to keep order, with relief ships not arriving as often as they needed to be.
Rahse could only pull his hat closer and wonder. Tropical climates could spread disease, but Jabiim had the same medical technology as the rest of the galaxy. Could it be that…?
Set to idle wonder, Rahse finally made his way through the fort’s doors, striking into its buildings. The medical staff about were all overtaxed, to be sure, but some still managed to direct the Zeltron onward. It was only after a few tries that one finally directed them toward the woman most qualified to help “a man looking preventative advice”.
As he neared, he cleared his voice. ”Pardon me, Doctor Bellamy?” Nudging his hat up, his green eyes leered out, studying her face as he spoke.
”I understand that you are the expert to see regarding physical trauma.” Stretching out a dark red hand, Rahse smiled beneath his face mask. ”I am Doctor Hyul. What my doctorate lacks in medical training, I hope to make up to you today in affecting this plague.”