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Feb 3, 2011 17:03:54 GMT -5
Post by Meira on Feb 3, 2011 17:03:54 GMT -5
Apparently, bumps to the head were matters to be concerned about. She had been released from the med bay after her stint in the kolto tank, but with strict orders to report back on a regular basis to ensure her head injury wasn't going to.... explode? She didn't know, she was just following orders.
Well, her first check up had arrived, and so after a brief session on a sparring mat with a few new recruits, Trin made her way to the med bay once again. She hoped that this would be the one and only check she'd need to be cleared. Rumors were circulating that there'd be another mission coming down the pipes soon, and she didn't want to miss out.
The Shogun mission had... been a success. If one didn't count the loss of Mandalore. No, the previous Mandalore. Bane held that title now. Trin admired Bane, if there was anyone that could fill Mandalore's boots, it was him. But that didn't stop her from feeling so lost at Sol'usad's passing. He'd been the one that had recruited her to the Spec Ops team, even though Bane had lead her on each mission. Sol'usad had been that rock behind everything they did. No matter how crazy, it would work. They knew because he had planned it. Sol'usad had been the one to dare to dream of taking back what had been theirs.
Theirs. Ours? The term was still odd in her thoughts. Trin's parents were Mando'ade, but she'd never known them. She didn't even know how they'd died. The ones that raised her were far from Mandalorian, but her mother had loved her all the same. After leaving Commenor, Trin sought out the Mandalorians. In her need to belong to something, she fell in love with idea of being one of them, as if it would bring her closer to the parents she'd never known. If it did that, well... she couldn't say, but she had found a family. Maybe that's what she was fighting for, and why she felt like she had to keep fighting. If not for the sake of the Mandalorians as a whole, then for the chance to learn what it really meant to be one of them when this was all over.
She stepped through a door to the Med Bay and checked in at a desk where she was told to have a seat. The chair was uncomfortable, but then again, so was the Med Bay in general. She didn't want to be in here, she wanted to be running an obstacle course, or squeezing off a few rounds at the range, anything that kept her mind busy. When she had to just sit and wait like this, that's when she got to thinking about her place among the vode... or whatever. It was just better to be productive.
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Feb 10, 2011 20:08:31 GMT -5
Post by Rabbit on Feb 10, 2011 20:08:31 GMT -5
The Med Bay wasn't really so much of an actual medical facility (much to Sheresh's bemusement), but more of a utilitarian hall, with a desk at the front, a small waiting area around it, and a long row of sectioned beds down the length of each wall. Things had been rather quiet as of late - for which Sheresh was immensely glad.
Just because she was good at her job and just because she enjoyed it, didn't mean that she enjoyed seeing the med bay filled with bodies. At the end of any day, Sheresh would have much preferred to see her fellow Mando'ad healthy, whole, and fighting.
As it was, she was tending to a bulky Duros who had come down with a particularly nasty strain of the flu. Sheresh sincerely hoped that he didn't herald the start of a base-wide epidemic - the flu could catch and spread easily, and that was the last thing Mandalorian Spec Ops needed.
She could almost see the imaginary headline in her head. Mandalorians Find Their Match In The Common Flu! The young medic amused herself along that train of thought for a few minutes, as she practically wrestled meds down her reluctant patient's throat.
Only Mandalorians could be puking-sick and still put up a fight. Sheresh nearly shouted in relief when she heard the comlink in her ear beep, signaling that she had another patient waiting at the front of the bay.
"Go to sleep," she waved a stern finger at the ill-tempered Duros and pushed the curtain surrounding them to the side as she stepped away.
He snarled something that sounded suspiciously like a curse, but Sheresh blithely ignored it. She was used to the abuse - he'd eat his words once he was feeling better, for sure.
As she walked briskly to the front of the med bay, she fished the datapad out of her utility belt. Even in the med bay, Sheresh and her fellow medics wore their beskar'gam - sans buy'ce, of course. It helped that whole caregiver-patient thing, if everyone could see each other face-to-face, but even a medic had to be prepared for any eventuality. Hence, the full armor, despite the quiet surrounding them.
Sheresh clicked through her datapad for a few seconds and paused in front of a young human female who looked rather disgruntled. The half-Zeltron raised an eyebrow in mild curiosity, as she stopped in front of her waiting vod and consulted the name on her 'pad.
"Corporal Trinari Velos?" the medic glanced at her 'pad again and frowned slightly; the uploaded medical file didn't have an attached note explaining why the otherwise healthy-looking female was waiting around in the med bay.
Oh, well....never hurts to ask, Sheresh shrugged mentally.
One wonderful thing about being a Mandalorian medic, was that she never had to worry about malingerers - most Mando'ad would have rather dropped dead in their beskar'gam, than show up in medical. So, even though Corporal Velos' file didn't have a note of explanation, Sheresh was reasonably certain that the young female was there for a legitimate reason.
"So, what brings you here?" Sheresh tapped a thumb on top of the datapad screen and she smiled briefly in mild encouragement. "'Fraid your file doesn't say."
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Feb 11, 2011 10:58:38 GMT -5
Post by Meira on Feb 11, 2011 10:58:38 GMT -5
((OOC: Haha! I guess I forgot to update Trin's bio with her promotion... oops!))
Trin sat, thankful that she was only wearing her fatigues. Her armor was still with the smiths, being repaired. After the mission, there'd been a large number of repairs needed for a large number of soldiers. Since she hadn't exactly been in a good state to check her armor in with the smiths when they'd returned from Shogun, Trin's was near the end of a rather long list.
A woman, clad in her beskar'gam approached the waiting area from back where the beds were. Trin waited to be sure that the woman was coming to speak to her before standing up, placing her hands behind her back in an at ease position.
"Corporal Trinari Velos?"
"Yes-" Trin paused for a moment. She'd only just received the promotion before the Shogun mission. She was still getting used to it. She almost laughed. Maybe the bump to the head had been worse than she thought... maybe she hadn't been promoted at all. But she had. Bane had put in for it and it'd been done sort of on the fly. Trin didn't really know if it was a by the book promotion but, one didn't exactly say no to promotions without a real good cause.
"It's actually Staff Sergeant, ma'am. I guess my file hasn't been updated." A lot had happened in that short amount of time. Paperwork sometimes took a back seat.
"So, what brings you here? 'Fraid your file doesn't say." Looked like she was right. Paperwork was taking a back seat.
"A check up, Ma'am. I was released two days ago from the kolto tank after we got back from Shogun. But they said I needed to come back for some tests. I hit my head pretty hard."
She bit her lip for a moment. She'd been told that the tissue of her brain was fine, and that there was no swelling or anything like that. But to be sure there'd been no cognitive damage, they would have to do some tests. Her two days out of the med bay were given to her so that she might assess her own functionality; motor skills, coordination, balance and the like were things that she'd been told might be affected. But things like visual perception and memory required more precise tests.
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Feb 22, 2011 17:14:16 GMT -5
Post by Rabbit on Feb 22, 2011 17:14:16 GMT -5
"It's actually Staff Sergeant, ma'am. I guess my file hasn't been updated."
"Oh, well..." Sheresh glanced down at her datapad and scowled.
It didn't seem to matter if documentation took its form electronically or on old-fashioned flimsi - the result was almost always the same. Disorganization. Something always managed to fall through the gaps or got lost in literal translation. In fact, it seemed that keeping paperwork electronically just made the system worse - sentients the galaxy over seemed to forget that files didn't upgrade themselves. Sheresh sighed and wondered if it would even help matters if she went and had a talk with Admin.
Though, when she paused to think about it, "Special Ops Admin" was a bit of an oxymoron. Especially if one added "Mandalorian" to all of the above. Mandos were great about the business of war, but they made poor clerks.
Scratch that. They made abysmal clerks. It was a wonder that "paper trails" existed at all on base. Sheresh had a sneaking suspicion that the only reason the Mando Spec Ops even bothered with an administration division, was so that everyone got paid. So far, Finance was the only division that seemed on top of things. No one ever complained about getting paid on time, but dear Manda, no one could be bothered to update medical files.
"My apologies, Staff Sergeant," Sheresh sighed through her teeth and tapped her datapad a few more times, annoyed. "Y'might wanna' stop by admin on your way out and let them know that they need to get on the ball."
The half-Zeltron medic glanced up and smiled wryly at the soldier in front of her.
"Could affect your pay, if it hasn't all ready."
That was always the best way to motivate a Mandalorian, Sheresh had found - money. It worked every time. It worked even better than the basic motivations of food, sleep, or sex.
Unfortunately, Sheresh had yet to figure out how one could use the motivation of money in convincing a half-Boltronian Mandalorian to take his yearly shots. She was working on it, though...
"A check up, Ma'am. I was released two days ago from the kolto tank after we got back from Shogun. But they said I needed to come back for some tests. I hit my head pretty hard."
The medic managed to tune back into reality, just in time to hear Sergeant Trin's explanation for why she was there. The half-Zeltron raised a slender red eyebrow, nodded to herself, and scribbled a few notes on her datapad with her stylus.
"Ooooh-kay," Sheresh paused long enough to smile at her patient and then motioned for the woman to follow her. "I hadn't placed your face or name, but now I know who you are. Overheard Dr. Tay'haai talking about you yesterday. He told me that you'd be coming to see me."
Without another word, Sheresh turned on her heel and made a bee-line for a bed in the back left corner of the ward. There weren't any individual rooms for private examinations, so a back corner, an empty bed, and a sectional screen would have to do.
"Just sit down here and we'll get started," Sheresh pulled up a chair next to the bed and waited for Trin to sit down. "Since your files don't really tell me much of anything," she chewed briefly on the end of her stylus and then glanced at Trin with another encouraging smile. "Would you mind telling me what you mean by 'hit my head pretty hard'?"
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Feb 25, 2011 18:25:08 GMT -5
Post by Meira on Feb 25, 2011 18:25:08 GMT -5
"Y'might wanna' stop by admin on your way out and let them know that they need to get on the ball."
Trin smiled and nodded before following after the doctor as she led the way down the row of beds to an empty one near the back. Talking to admin wasn't very high on her list, considering how disorganized and uncaring they seemed about their job at times. She couldn't blame them. She'd probably feel the same in their position. But the mention of her pay did provide that extra motivation she needed to bite the bullet and get over there. She lived completely on base, true, but that didn't mean she wanted to be shorted when all this was over and she took her pay to go start herself a home somewhere.
They reached the area where the examination was to be done, and Trin took her seat on the bed as instructed. After a moment, she was asked to elaborate on her description of her injury. Trin inhaled, then let the air out in a huff as her eyes drifted upward in thought. The other medics had asked her about what had happened right when she woke up when they took her out of the kolto tank. She couldn't remember anything. Apparently this was somewhat normal. The medics said her memory would likely start to return over the next few days, and it had, somewhat.
"I was on Alpha Team in the ops before the invasion on Shogun. We were supposed to infiltrate a comm station and shut it down. There were also some prisoners. They were our secondary objective." Trin's nose scrunched up a bit on one side, and her eyebrows furrowed as she tried to concentrate and sort through the fuzzy details.
"We made it to the central control room without much contact, but once we were in there, we got surrounded. We held long enough for the prisoners to be found and armed. I got a little banged up in that. Hit pretty hard on my buy'se. Cracked my visor and set my cheek to swelling something awful.
"We secured the base and held until a unit could come in and take over. Then we moved to our pick up point." This was where the details got really fuzzy. She paused, chewing her lip for a moment, then closed her eyes, trying to see it all more clearly. "We all got on board, I was really whipped. Bravo team was even worse though. Mandal-.... Sol'usad was dead..." She shook the thought away, trying to focus on the relevant information.
"The hold was crowded, and my cheek hurt. I was gonna go to where Arcane, she was our medic, was set up to wait my turn to get checked out. I was tired though, and I knew there were others that needed to see her more than me. I..." Trin put her thumb and forefinger to the bridge of her nose, her elbow resting on her leg. "I sat down in a corridor. I musta dozed off.
"Next thing I know, I'm flying down the corridor and I land upside down against a the door to the hold. My buy'se came right after me and hit me square in the chin, almost knocked me out. I stood up... was leaning against the door and it opened." She chuckled a little, shaking her head and opening her eyes once again. "I fell again and hit my cheek on the hold's floor. Someone picked me up and walked me out.
"See, some fighter got on our tail and spoiled our evac. We had to hoof it and meet up with another group that was being picked up. I don't remember much after we started walking. I think I passed out and they carried me."
Shrugging her shoulders, Trin looked back up at the medic. "That's about it."
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Apr 18, 2011 22:50:45 GMT -5
Post by Rabbit on Apr 18, 2011 22:50:45 GMT -5
WARNING: Paradox Pending! --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Kar kept a neutral face while the young soldier recounted her tale - or, what of it she could remember. It didn't take seven years' experience as a medic to tell that she having difficulty remembering everything. And that gave Kar a fair amount of concern. He chewed thoughtfully on the inside of his lip, turning over the questions he wanted to ask in his mind, before actually voicing them. "So, the first time you got hit, it was along the side of your face. Cracked your visor and bruised your cheek, right?" Kar thought a moment and then added - "And the second time, you were thrown against a wall, hit your head on the deck, got smacked on the chin by your buy'ce, and then hit your cheek on the deck?" Another pause. "Same cheek? As the one you hit the first time?" Kar shifted in his seat and leaned forward. With a caution born of his own professionalism, he put his hand out and hovered it over her knee, not touching until she gave permission for him to do so. "As you can see, the pazaak cards dealt you a blind medic," he smiled encouragingly - he'd been told that he had the sort of smile that put others at ease. "And as a Miralukan, I'm Force Sensetive. I'd like to feel your head, if you don't mind. If you could put my hand on the places you hit, that would be best. And with your permission, I'd like to assess any internal injuries through the Force. I won't pry your thoughts or anything," he waved his hand gently back and forth. "I can't do that, anyway. But, I can take stock of what happened inside, perhaps. Better than any electronic scan, anyway." The medic paused and then leaned back, giving Trin some space for a moment or two. Mandalorians as a general rule, didn't like anyone poking at them through a mystic energy field they couldn't even see. But, he wasn't kidding when he said that he could assess her injuries better than any scan. "From your story, you're at a high risk for a traumatic brain injury. You could have swelling you don't know about. You could have knocked a few things loose, so to speak. The fact that you're having difficulty remember details is a serious warning sign as well," he didn't want to scare her. But, Mandalorian patients didn't scare easy, he'd found. And they preferred a straight, blunt diagnosis. No matter how grim. "If this isn't addressed immediately, it could have serious repercussions. The Mand'alor needs all of us in top fighting condition - physically and mentally. A TBI can seriously alter your personality and cognitive function - that makes you a dangerous liability to your team."
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Apr 27, 2011 18:01:41 GMT -5
Post by Meira on Apr 27, 2011 18:01:41 GMT -5
There was a silence for a few moments after Trin finished her recount of what had happened. The medic seemed to be thinking the whole thing over. In those moments, Trin felt uncertainty creep into her thoughts. It was like this last time, when she'd woken up and the other medics had asked her to tell them her story. But she could hardly remember anything the first time, so it couldn't be that bad... Could it?
Then the medic began to repeat back the main points of her injury. She nodded at the first part, but thought better of it. "Yes sir." she said, unsure of how to look at him. She vocalized another affirmative as he tried to make clear that it was the same cheek each time she was hurt.
When the medic extended his hand, Trin watched it warily as it hovered over her knee. He then pointed out the elephant in the room, his blindness, and explained that his species were force sensitive. Trin arched an eyebrow at that, a little confused, but she supposed it would have to make sense. She'd assumed he was simply blind, but he navigated the med ward as if he wasn't. She could assume that came from a simple knowledge of the place, but perhaps not.
He asked her if she would put his hand on her head where she was injured and Trin just about stood up to leave. She didn't know much about the force, but she didn't trust it much. She didn't have anything in particular against the Jedi, like some of her brethren did; she just didn't much trust some mystical invisible power that she didn't really understand.
But then the medic mentioned the risks of what she might be dealing with, how her injury could affect her. But what really drove the point home was when he mentioned that she could be a danger to her fellow soldiers. Her face had turned stony at the comment, resentful even. But the expression gave way and she sighed. She couldn't let herself compromise her comrades, not for something like this. The cause far outweighed her own personal qualms.
Hesitantly, she took the medic's wrist and guided his hand toward her face. The muscles in her cheeks and around her eyes tensed as she gently touched his hand to the skin. She didn't know what she expected, a shock, a burning sensation. She felt neither. Aside from a slight warmth where his fingers touched her cheek, Trin felt no different. Her eyes darted around the room, unable to settle on anything for too long as she waited.
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May 17, 2011 22:46:53 GMT -5
Post by Rabbit on May 17, 2011 22:46:53 GMT -5
She was a wealth of emotions and Kar wasn't exactly sure she even realized how deep they ran. Surprise. Suspicion. Fear. Resentment. If he hadn't had so many years learning to block out the emotions of others, she may have very well overwhelmed him.
But, emotions were par for the course in a medic's life. When one was wounded physically, it opened up wounds in their minds and emotions as well. No matter how resilient or "tough" his vode tried to be, Kar had yet to meet even one Mandalorian who didn't feel something when he or she hurt.
And this young woman hurt, even if she didn't register any physical pain.
Kar opened himself up to his Force Sensitivity when she took his hand, but he quickly channeled the plethora of options into a single focus. All of his senses engaged on her, on her body, on her mind, on her injuries. Kar took great care not to deviate from that focus. Contact with the mind through the Force was a tricky thing indeed and even the slightest distraction could tip the balance from clinical analysis to an infraction of personal privacy.
He was a medic and his duty was a solemn trust. He wasn't about to break that trust now.
She slowly put his hand against her head and for a moment, all he felt was warm skin against his. It was rather pleasant and he tried to gently convey those feelings of security, warmth, and connection with her. She seemed unusually high-strung and her anxiety wouldn't do anything for her mental state.
Anxiety wouldn't do anything for his analysis of her injuries, except cloud his senses and affect his diagnosis.
"So...you've sustained some injury to a temporal lobe..." he murmured gently, keeping his tone modulated and calm, more for her benefit than for his. "If you're having trouble recalling details and memories then...this is the right side, yes?"
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