Nothing to see here...[Toprawa] (Mike)

[Charlie Sharper]

Morwynn had been laying low for some time since being a crewmember of the Unfortunate Tease, so long that the loss of her adopted family was nothing more than another scar that she forgot. The pain of the loss meant little after she sold the ship and bought a place to stay, even having enough to set up a meager and only slightly illegal medical practice in hopes of finally finding a life for herself. After a couple months, she became known among the right circles as the "go-to" for no questions asked medical care. Over time she established quite the business for herself, even helping those that couldn't afford the best care money could buy, making her a pillar to both the underworld community and those poorest citizens on the planet. Everything was finally breaking her way it seemed, finally she was finding a life she could lead happily. She would still look up into the night sky and wonder what had happened to Ervisa and Pala, but she would try to ignore those feelings and move on with her life.

Everything seemed fine, well, seemed was the operative word. She was behind on bills because some of the "No questions asked" customers would rather pay with a blaster then a credit. And the poor often made her too sad to ask for adequate compensation. 'You were always too soft' she would think to herself as she accepted whatever they could offer as she dished out expensive medication and near free health care. She often ate well, but homemade bouw and family recipe bread didn't exactly pay the bills. As time went on the bills began to stack up, but would play the hand she was dealt, it was the only choice she had.

It was after the K'ula family children finished their monthly check ups that Doctor Skye had received her usual fresh bread and gork soup as payment that she heard a loud banging at the door. Morwynn called out. "Just a moment!" She yelled, nearly pushing mother K'ula out the back door as she checked the scanner and saw it was the local security forces making their every so often visit to try and catch her practicing medicine without a licence.

She rushed to the door after quickly hiding anything that looked remotely medical in nature. As she reached the door she stopped and unzipped her flight jacket a bit to show a little more of her crimson skin and pulling the hastily tied ponytail loose to let her hair flow down her back. As the door slid open she looked at the two security officers. "Anything I can help you with?" She asked in an innocent tone.

The lead officer knew her well. "Hello Dr. Skye, just making sure everything's okay here...Neighbors heard some odd sounds last night. Thought I'd check it out." He said through a plastic smile. She cringed on the inside but continued to smile back at him with a smile just as fake. "Come right in...I was just cleaning up, Ms. K'ula's tree crab had a bit of an accident on the operating table this morning." She said opening the door for him and his partner.

The younger officer began to look around like a dog looking for a hidden bone. The elder officer stayed with Morwynn.

"How have you been Dr. Skye? I trust that the Crab didn't make too much a mess"

"Oh, you know, busy as ever, and yes. You know that the local tree crab population have been suffering a very contagious flu? The officer's smile fell slightly.

"Oh, that's too bad..." Morwynn smiled as the younger officer basically sniffed around the entire office, but the older officer walked over and tapped the younger officer's shoulder. "Let's get going, it was just the Tree Crab.." The younger officer looked angrily at his partner and whispered loudly, "Don't you smell it? It smells like blood in here?" "She was operating on a Tree Crab, it's what happens." The younger officer glared at Morwynn, who smiled back.

"She's hiding something, you have to know that!" The older officer grabbed his partners arm, "Calm down Dorin!" He said before turning back to Morwynn and smiling. "He's just a little jumpy, had a rough week..." He said with a smile as he nearly dragged his partner out of the building. "You stay safe, Dr. Skye" She smiled back.

"Oh, I will." She said with a fake smile as they left and she closed the door behind them. Then she heard the knocking on the back door, well, more pounding.

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Horst walked down the street holding his arm, cursing under his breath as he tried to keep to the shadows cast by the buildings. Between cringes of pain, remarks of absolute disgust, and general bad temperament, one question zipped through his head time and time again.

How tha' hell do I keep gettin' myself inta' crap like this?!

As usual, it had seemed like a pretty simple task. A group of underworld doctors, maybe 4 or 5, had contacted Spearpoint about arranging for some on-base medical practice. The pirates still lacked any sort of private medical expertise, and as such were forced to rely on the hospice in Waypoint. They managed to cover up most of their cases as hunting accidents, but as they started growing the numbers being sent to the domestic building were growing suspiciously large.

In short, they needed their own doctors, and quick at the rate things were going.

So again, it had been simple. Fly out to Toprawa, negotiate their accommodations, check them out in general, and if all went well fly them back to Oatara.

Unfortunately for Horst, things rarely went well.

They'd been meeting in a bar when one of the potential docs swore they recognized Horst from their days in the Imperial Army. Horst had told him that he was nuts and that he was a Republic vet, even flashing the Rancor's patch on his jacket. The guy hadn't seemed convinced though, and soon enough they were shooting at him.

Now they were dead, and Horst was ducking into a small alley dressed in said leather jacket, cargo pants, white T-shirt, and dog-tags as two cops meandered down the street, one seemingly comforting the other about something. But then again that was just his luck; today he was a Republic traitor on a Republic world with a Fringe bullet stuck in his Spearpoint arm.

Most guys retire from this crap at some point. That got him to smirk as the cops walked past, not noticing him. The day Horst Stellar retired was the day he there was a bullet in his head.

Exiting the alley in a swift trot, his hand becoming bloody as the wound bled. What was the address the bartender had told him about again? 2601? 2611? 2610, that was it. Finding it, Horst looked around before knocking the door with his free hand. "Yo!"

[Charlie Sharper]

Morwynn quickly walked back to the door and opened it to see wall of a man. He stood much taller then her, standing at over six foot. She noticed instantly that he was holding his arm. She looked around his large form to see the cops looking over at her visitor. She didn't want them to get suspicious of her intentions with this newcomer. She quickly thought of a few plans, most of them acting like she knew him, but only one that would scream 'legitimate' with the least amount of questions as she had yet to learn his name. Acting quickly, she let out a fake squeal and wrapped her arms around the man and pushed her lips against his, silently hoping that he caught on or didn't at least do anything to raise suspicion.

After a moment she broke the kiss and pulled him inside, stealthily looking over his shoulder to see the officers walking the other way. As she pulled him through the doorway, she shut the door behind her, and before he could ask a single question she began to examine his arm.

"Looks like a Slug. Pretty well buried too...How long since you were shot? Do you have any other wounds?" She said grabbing her stethoscope and extractors, wishing her cheeks would lose the purplish hue before he noticed them.

Morwynn turned away from him as she readied a shot of numbing agent. Finally she spoke again. "Sorry about the...um...Kiss. Dorin is looking for any reason to search my offices. I don't know what his problem is, he just doesn't like me."

[Fromikeable]

Horst was surprised to see an incredibly cute Zeltron girl, red as the blood pouring out of his arm and a thousand times prettier, answer the door and instantly glance down the road. His eyes followed hers until he realized something kind of important.

The cops were still down the road, and one was looking back, tapping his friend on the shoulder.

Horst looked back at this woman in hopes of them working out a quick plan...

... and apparently she'd already worked out one. Squeeling at a pitch that made him jump a bit, Horst looked at her with a confused face and an equally confused "Huh?". Of course, it came out as more of a muffled grunt as his lips were suddenly a little too preoccupied to speak.

Tha' hell- And with that, he was being yanked inside in a flurry of motion as the Zeltron kisser began looking at his arm, shooting off questions. Horst was a bit too shocked to answer them right off the bat though, instead staring at her slightly. His mind was a total blank, and his long-trusted gut was at a loss for things to say. So, after a moment of silence, he answered in an automatic, bewildered tone, "Uh... 'bout a half hour... and, uh... nah."

Finally he slapped himself on the cheek a little, trying to shrug it off. Her explanation certainly helped, making him nod slowly, understanding. "Ahhhhhhhh. N' here I thought I was just that handsome." He chuckled, trying to keep his volume below his usual boisterous laugh. Just in case.

Nodding in confirmation that the kiss wasn't some sort of weird pass at him, Horst relaxed. He'd been to a medic for a lot worse. "Don't worry about it then. I like myself good n' outside a' prison." He grinned. "S'gonna' be a hard one ta' explain to my girlfriend though."

[Charlie Sharper]

Morwynn stifled a chuckle as the large man stammered in telling her how long he had been injured. "Your girlfriend..Oh.. Umm, half an hour ago you said? I'll have to sterilize the wound." Morwynn said trying to change the subject. She opened a cupboard and quickly retrieved two bottles of pills as well as several small packets of disinfectant. Taking the man's hand, she led him to the couch. "Take off your coat and shirt, then lay down here. Also, take one of these." She said offering him a pill from the bottle. "They taste gross, but it'll help you fight infection... Have you drank any alcohol today? Because if not," she held up the other bottle, "Take one of these, it'll dull the pain."

[Fromikeable]

Horst nodded before peeling off his jacket as instructed, holding it up for a moment to see how badly it had been damaged. To his pleasure, aside from the blood stains and the bullet hole, it was actually in pretty decent shape, which meant that he could wear it again after a little scrubbing. If all it took was a little blood to make clothing unwearable to him, his wardrobe would have been incredibly, incredibly limited.

Then off came the shirt, black and a little over-sized, giving that loose-fitting feel that Horst preferred. As it slid off of his head, likewise okay, Horst's upper-body couldn't help but become the main attraction in the room, the shimmering, rock-hard product of two decades of military service and general fitness. Horst was in great shape for 40; he could move like he was still in boot-camp, ignoring the occasional ache or pain that came from occasionally overstretching.

He was still in prime-shape though. He needed to be for his line of work.

Ignoring the hair on his chest, Horst turned his arm, looking down at the wound. The bullet wasn't very large, but it was certainly lodged in his flesh, and therefore allowing his bicep and forearm to be covered in trickling lines of blood, all of which seemed to converge at his wrist.

Taking the pill offered to him with a "Thanks", Horst lifted up his legs and rested his head at the end of the table, popping the small piece of medicine into his mouth and swallowing it after a small effort. Morwyn was right; the taste of it made Horst scrape his tongue on his teeth, a slight look of disgust on his face. They can make ships that jump between stars n' space stations, so why tha' hell can't they make a good-tastin' pill?

When she offered up the second bottle, however, Horst waved his good hand in denial, shaking his head, making it rock side to side on the table. "I had a glass 'er two a' whiskey in tha' bar. Don' worry though; this ain't tha' first time I've been shot, so just do whatcha' gotta'." The day Horst began crying and whining about the sensation of someone digging lead out of his arm was the day he would be six feet under.

[Charlie Sharper]

Morwynn smiled at him. "Ok," She said as she grabbed a pair of Forceps, a scalpel, and tweezers along with a packet of sterilizing agent. "Then you know this will sting." She spoke before opening the packet and taking some of the agent onto her gloved fingers. "And here we go." She said in a calm voice as she began searching for exactly were the slug was in his arm.

After a few seconds she felt it in the arm, it was pretty deep, so she took the various objects and proceeded to remove the bullet. As she worked she did a masterful job of retrieving the slug, careful to avoid aggravating the wound with her instruments, stopping only to reapply the anti-bacterial agent to the wound. After a few minutes she had it. "There she is." She said as she dropped it into a pan beside the table. She then put more of the agent onto her gloved fingers and placed a generous amount into the wound, it would no doubt sting, but he handled it like, well, someone who had been shot before.

"Going to sow you up now." she spoke as she gathered some bio-flex and a needle soaked in alcohol. After another minute she had him fixed up and ready to go. "There you go, all set!" She spoke in a soothing tone before she heard a sound that she recognized as a blaster firing.

[Fromikeable]

Horst grit his teeth a little as the procedure began. Slugs were always a special kind of hell; not only did they shoot you, but provided that you lived long enough to address them, you had to get the suckers out of your flesh too. And judging by just how far this Zeltron chick was sticking her finger into the hole in his arm, Horst was guessing that this particular slug was going to be a real bastard.

Flaring his teeth a little with discomfort, Horst had to hand it to Morwyn as she removed the slug; she was good. Most doctors (well, Medics) basically tried to get it out as quickly as they could; the more time they spent on one guy, the less time they could spend on another. With that said, Morwyn was putting them all to shame in terms of time AND his arm didn't feel like it was on fire as the lead slowly slid out. The gel stung like all hell, of course, but all things considered, it was definitely one of the Corellian's less hellish operations.

Finally, after a little hissing every time she stuff antibiotics into the wound, the bullet clattered onto the tray, and Horst grinned. "Betcha' if I get shot a coupla' more times, I getta' free sundae." He chuckled, then hissed a little more as another gob of gel went into the wound. He retained his smile, however, still chuckling lightly. It would take more than a bullet wound to dampen his spirits, and far more to break him down to the point of being unable to handle the pain. Horst was nothing if not hard to break; that was usually what people hated about him.

The needle was a breeze in comparison, and as she finished up, Horst looked at his arm; he was no expert, but it looked like she had done an expert job. Smiling and grabbing a wet rag to wipe some of the dried blood off, he chuckled. "Thanks. Nice job, by tha' way." He chuckled a little more before stopping in an instant, a blaster shot ringing through the air. Instantly he grabbed his Livland blaster pistol and checked the powerpack; fully charged and ready to go. Quieting even his breathing, he listened closely, only making noise in order to murmur, "Huh... bastards don't let up, do they?"

[Charlie Sharper]

"Betcha' if I get shot a coupla' more times, I getta' free sundae." Morwynn chuckled a bit when she heard this. "How many times have you been shot?" She asked him, a small smile on her face, but the sound of a blaster caught her attention. As she turned, she reached down to grab her B-44 blaster from her hip holster and grabbed it with her now glove-less hands.

Several shots could be heard, most blaster shots, but a few sounded distinctly like a slug thrower. Whatever was happening outside suddenly went quiet and Morwynn looked over to the door cameras and could see several men heading toward her front door. Suddenly the back door burst open.

Morwynn looked back to see two men coming through the doorway pointing their blasters at her patient. She quickly shot at them with her blaster, hitting one in the chest and the other in the arm. As the first fell to his wound, the second retreated back to the alley. She shot two more times at the doorway to stop the man behind the pair from advancing into the room. It was then that a loud thud resonated from the front door. Morwynn's peripheral vision saw four men outside the door through the door camera. She silently hoped the door would hold for a moment but blind fire from the back door forced her to duck down under the operating table.