Mira Yim
The Jedi Order - Ossus Jedi Conclave
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Post by Mira Yim on Mar 10, 2024 11:26:35 GMT -8
♪♪ "Vong related?!" ♪♪ Gasped Mira melodically, holding her shaper hand over her exasperated mouth thrown open in shock. "Millie, it are those sort of aspersions and species stereotyping that create a hostile galactic environment for my people." Intolerance, that was the true disease of the galaxy. It's what she stood against as a Jedi Knight and member of the noble Jedi Lords, whose mission statement was firm about its stance on discrimination in the work place. The Master Shaper shook her head from side to side, causing her raven hued locks to spill over her shoulder, sending the myriad of living biots crawling through her hair to scatter and reposition themselves more securely. It was only as her pink mqaaq'it focused on Mary's face that she realized something important to the moment. "Oh, no you're right. That is Vong related."
She couldn't be sure until she'd had a chance to get her padawan into her shaperate aboard the Tempest, but there was surely something in her repertoire of bioengineering tricks that could help remove the unusual growth, assuming it was even necessary. From an infidel's point of view, Mary's disfigurement might seem like a physical flaw, but not to a Yuuzhan Vong. Mira saw only beauty in Mary's scarred features, before they were locked away again behind the concealing veil of her mask. It was equally possible the biot was providing some symbiotic benefit to its host, though more likely it was responsible for her somewhat homicidal behaviour.
"We have a ship nearby." Confirmed Mira. "Dar'Toral, you appear to be a strong and capable physical specimen." She said while studying her coynite companion like a slide beneath a microscope. "Be a gentlemen and carry Mary to the ship." She gestured sincerely with her shaping appendage, displaying it for him. "I would assist, but my scientific instruments are not designed for worker caste activities such as these. You on the other possess a similar physical stature to a chazrach, which I speculate will be capable of performing the required task, if my calculations are correct." Which, lets face it, they probably were.
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Dar'Toral
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Post by Dar'Toral on Mar 19, 2024 6:37:24 GMT -8
Dar'Toral marked the newcomers, but turned his attention to the vong. He chuckled inwardly as she described him fit for worker-caste activities, thinking of how his mother would've been scandalized and likely called her out for the "insult" to her son. He replaced his lightsaber on his belt and scooped up the human woman easily, as one might a child and nodded. "We must be swift, I had hoped to have time to explore this place, but it cannot be helped."
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Post by House of D'Ordinii on Mar 25, 2024 6:28:35 GMT -8
==Jedi Fly RP== +Mary Cerulea+ <<124 ABY; R5 Sector, Korriban, Wilds, The Tempest>>
The Tempest watched as its owner was carried back to it. It noted, it is own special way, the damage readouts coming from her suit monitors. Even as the front ramp extended, the ship's medical bay was lighting up and whirring to life. The A4 unit stepped free from its docking station and hurried to stand by the automated medical bed installed there. Once it reached its position, it froze in place, like a puppet waiting for its next order. The group didn't appear to be under immediate threat, so Tempest kept the engines on standby. Ready to move quickly if needed, but not wasting fuel and power in the mean time. With everything as ready as it could be, the Tempest waited. Waited and wondered about the new people returning with it's mistress.
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Mira Yim
The Jedi Order - Ossus Jedi Conclave
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Post by Mira Yim on Apr 1, 2024 8:47:30 GMT -8
The return journey from the tomb to the ship was a short one, carried out with a great deal more haste than when they originally set out. Jogging beside the gallant Dar'Toral, whose luscious locks of expertly conditioned hair flowing in the desert wind made him appear more like the lead in a romance holo-drama at the moment, Mira headed up the ramp and into the medical bay. She snapped two unique digits of her shaping hand together, eliciting a loud click while she indicated the laboratory assistant droid with a gesticulating finger/tentacle. ♪♪ "A4, light a bowl of incense and prepare 400 CCs of Vongniotic fluid." ♪♪ She then looked to Millie for direction. "How can I help? I may not have a degree in infidel species medicine, but I've attached more than a few limbs in my time at the University of Zonama Sekot and Institute of Shaping (UZSIS)."
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Post by Ami-Lee Westar on Apr 10, 2024 11:47:04 GMT -8
[ Ami-Lee Westar | Medical Bay | HT-2200 Medium Freighter - Tempest | The Wilds | Korriban ] Attn: House of D'Ordinii, Mira Yim, Erik Itera & Dar'ToralMillie had followed carefully beside the Coynite, checking on Mary as they moved with all due haste for this group's ship, which appeared to be a HT-2200 freighter. A quick recall of these ships and their stock configuration did not include a medical facility. But as they boarded the ship, she noticed that to her relief, this vessel had been modified and had a fairly decent medical bay for her to work in. There was even a bacta tank. This made everything much easier...to an extent.
“Put 'er down 'ere,” said Millie, indicating one of the beds, “thanks.”
Millie then arched an eyebrow at Mira Yim, who instructed one of the droids, evidently to light a bowl of incense and prepare Vongniotic fluid, after which she was asked what she might do to help.
“Uhm,” Millie looked away from the woman to examine Mary first. Now that she was on the medical bed, a hologram of the young woman's body appeared just over her, with scans and readings already going, and the amount of glowing red over the places she had already examined earlier while in the ruins more or less affirmed what she'd already seen.
“First,” said Millie, “what in the blazes is Vongniotic fluid? An' secondly, unless ya can completely regrow or undo th' sheer amount of tissue, muscle and bone damage that I'm seeing 'ere, Mary's arm's a lost cost...in fact, the amount of necrotic decay I'm seein' is pretty darn unusual an' fast. I'm bettin' it's got somethin' t' do with that thing on her face. Ya got a spare arm, bionic or otherwise handy?”
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Mira Yim
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Post by Mira Yim on Apr 10, 2024 13:32:21 GMT -8
That's when she smiled. "I'm Mira Yim." The Master Shaper stated with a resolute tone, then uttered the next statement with even more conviction. "I can do anything." Her lips then pursed and she brought one of her multi-segmented shaping digits to her mouth, her lightly tattooed brow furrowing in defeat as she was forced to acknowledge a limitation. "But I can't do it quickly. Growing Mary a new arm is well within the realm of my shaping abilities, but it will take a few months to complete." She nodded as she came to a conclusion.
Moving swiftly to save what she could of her padawan's ruined arm, Mira used her shaping hand to sever the last few links of flesh connecting Mary's limb to her body, setting it aside in a specimen tray. Then with the expert precision of a medical droid, she reknit the flesh of her young charge's arm stump, applying a Yuuzhan Vong sterilization spray to stave off infection as she finished sealing the wound. The curious Yuuzhan Vong then plucked Mary's severed arm out of the tray and waved it in the air in front of Mary's face as she lay on the table, moving through various stages of consciousness.
"I'm going to borrow this." She said to Mary, then repeated louder as she wasn't clear if her broken bird of a padawan could hear her. "Mary! I'm going to borrow this, okay? I'll make you a new one." She studied the severed arm in her alien clutches. "Certainly a better one. I can already see several areas in need of improvement. Though you'll have to suffice for a replacement in the meanwhile." She placed the arm away in a Yuuzhan Vong storage device and then began to search through the various cabinets and compartments within the medical bay. After a few minutes she was able to scrounge up an old prosthetic arm, albeit absent the synthskin, and in need of some serious maintenance. In addition to this, Mira located a spare crab claw she had collected on one of their earlier excursions where she had the fine honour of seeing Dar'Toral in a speedo that left little to the imagination. Taking both the mechanical and organic arms she held them up in front of Mary's possibly unconscious form and asked her padawan a simple question.
"Well, would you like a Millie to attach a mechanical prosthetic? Or shall you allow me to shape your flesh into a new and unique form?" She looked away. "No pressure, of course."
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Post by Hammy the Jedi Hamster on Apr 10, 2024 14:50:32 GMT -8
[ Hammy the Jedi Hamster | Inner Sanctum | The Tomb of Baakon Hex | The Wilds | Korriban ] Attn: House of D'Ordinii, Mira Yim, Erik Itera & Dar'ToralDeeper into the tomb Hammy ventured, ambling along on aging legs, but no less vigorous than in the days of his youth. The myriad scents that permeated the tomb was many, but his acute senses and his connection to the Force allowed him to isolate and home in on that all-too-familiar scent of the Necrohamster.
Just as Hammy celebrated and served life and the Living Force, the Necrohamster delved into the darker arts of death and the unliving Force.
He was Hammy's great nemesis. The lifelong foe, the part of a neverending struggle for complete domination.
He was also his twin brother.
“Hidden from me a long time, you have been,” said Hammy, “but at an end is your hiding.”
Hammy rose onto his hind quarters, and with the Force, pulled his laser toothpick into his front paws, “In battle, will this outcome be decided.”
The Necrohamster, face hidden beneath a dark cowl, turned to look upon Hammy, a staff with a glowing crystal on top in his right paw.
“Hammy, brother mine,” said the Necrohamster, “always one with a flair for the dramatic.”
If any had a keen ear and eye, they would have beheld an epic battle fought over a square meter of the tomb's far corner, filled with sparks of light and static electricity as the Necrohamster channeled the Grumpy Side of the Force and Hammy wielded the Righteous Fury of the Farce. On and on went the battle, with neither rodent gaining ground nor giving it. They leapt and squeaked, pawed, sliced and bit, but for all the wounds they sustained, neither showed signs of weakening nor slowing. The fate of the universe hung in the balance...at least as far as they were concerned.
“Sully the living with your foul practices anymore, you will not,” declared Hammy, “this day will only one leave!”
“Even if that were so, Hammy,” retorted the Necrohamster, “do you truly believe it will be over? Have you forgotten Lady Hamstrescu and her daughters?”
If a hamster could blanch, Hammy just did so.
“Still alive then, is she,” said Hammy, “then quest on I must.”
There was nothing more to be said. Both hamsters knew this was their final act. And as Hammy gripped his laser toothpick with both paws, the Necrohamster readied his staff, also grasping it with both paws.
There was a long squeak and a flash of sparks. And silence completely engulfed the tomb.
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Post by Ami-Lee Westar on Apr 10, 2024 15:04:55 GMT -8
[ Ami-Lee Westar | Medical Bay | HT-2200 Medium Freighter - Tempest | The Wilds | Korriban ] Attn: House of D'Ordinii, Mira Yim, Erik Itera & Dar'ToralEyes widening, Millie realized Mira Yim was going to act right then.
“Oh blast it,” said Millie as she moved into action herself, applying coagulants after the remaining bits of skin and sinew were seared off, and helping to stabilize or applying a stim to prevent anaphylactic shock. She worked around and with Mira Yim to help tend to the wounds and then remove the oddly infected arm. Just what the hell did this woman get attacked with?
She placed bacta patches on the smaller and lighter injuries in the meantime, then when they were finished, she gave Mary an adrenaline stim to help wake her up and give her enough coherence, since Mira had a fairly important question to ask of her.
“Ain't gonna lie,” said Millie, “given the state you're in, either choice comes with inherent risks and complications. But 'tween me an' Vong lady there, we might be able t' address anythin' weird that comes up.”
And she muttered under her breath, “Plus I wanna see how this plays out. Ain't seen anythin' this wild since that Gungan on Raxus Prime.”
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Post by House of D'Ordinii on Apr 10, 2024 21:43:36 GMT -8
==Jedi Fly RP== +Mary Cerulea+ <<124 ABY; R5 Sector, Korriban, Wilds, The Tempest>>
The A4 droid ignored the orders given by the Yuuzhan Vong woman. It was, like every other droid on the ship, more an extension of the Tempest itself. It was not a self controlled platform. And the ship didn't take orders from what it saw as passengers. It did, however, assist with the more standard medical proceedings going on with removing, and then stabilizing the extremely heavily damaged limb.
Mary was not in the best frame of mind as she came back awake to see her now disconnected hand being waved in her face, to be quickly replaced by some kind of claw thing and most of a mechanical arm. Looking down to her left, she noticed that her missing arm had been neatly removed at the shoulder. This did nothing to improve her mood. While the claw thing was at least the correct amount of limb, the mechanical option ended at about the elbow. This meant she would either have one extremely short arm, or a monster claw. Neither was something Mary felt like dealing with in her currently battered state.
-Mary That depends, which one do you plan on having me beat you with? I swear, I take one little nap and you lot start pulling pieces off.
Luckily for her two 'doctors' the bed's automated systems were also helping with bandaging and sealing the various wounds. Unfortunately, the Tempest didn't have enough bacta to fill the tank, let alone enough to regrow her arm. Mary also wasn't sure who the rest of the people standing around her were. It seems they had picked up a few more strays.
-Mary For now, just patch me up, I can worry about possible replacements when I am back on my feet.
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Mira Yim
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Post by Mira Yim on Apr 15, 2024 6:22:49 GMT -8
♪♪ "Nap?!" ♪♪Mira exclaimed, her melodic voice catching in her throat. Of all the stubborn, blockheaded, frustrating Padawans she could have been assigned, Mary took the prize for most exhausting. The light blue eye sacks beneath the Master Shaper's glowing pink mqaaq'it inflated in irritation as she lowered her hands to her hips and shook her head. "You almost died, Mary. And for what? So you could put another notch on the stock of your blaster?" That she was angry was evident, but not all of that ire was directed at her trigger happy apprentice. A Master's guilt weighed heavy on her. "Your instinct upon seeing danger was to leap in head first and attack, but Mary, you don't need to be a weapon. You're a Jedi, not a mercenary. Before resorting to violence, our job first must always be to look for a peaceful solution to any problems we encounter. I admit that beast was likely beyond redemption, but we could have found another way that didn't result in you losing a limb and getting so severely hurt. The immediate solution is not always the best one."
As they clearly wouldn't be needed, the Yuuzhan Vong returned the two replacement limbs where she found them and picked up the bag she had placed Mary's arm in, looping it over her shoulder as she approached the door to the medical bay, pausing at the threshold. She looked over her shoulder at Millie, who'd been put in an awkward place.
"Millie, if you could finishing patching up Mary here, we'd be in your debt." She offered a forced smile. "I'm going to prepare some Haneli flower tea and perhaps something for us to eat in the lounge while you finish up. Too much darkside exposure from the tomb seems to have affected my temperament." She glared at Mary, casting a side eye at her. Well, perhaps the darkside wasn't the only one to blame. The door hissed and snapped shut behind her as she exited the medical bay.
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Post by Ami-Lee Westar on Apr 18, 2024 11:26:54 GMT -8
[ Ami-Lee Westar | Medical Bay | HT-2200 Medium Freighter - Tempest | The Wilds | Korriban ] Attn: House of D'Ordinii, Mira Yim, Erik Itera & Dar'Toral“'kay,” said Millie, “you, Fast-Fingers, get me the Ithorian salve from that crate over there.”
she was referring to the medical assistant with way too many fingers all moving at the same time, before turning to look over Mary's chart again, the holographic display was monitoring the young woman's vitals, but for the present, the only pressing concern was what was on her face, but as even Mira Yim had been unable to figure it out on the spot, she reckoned they'd have to come back to it another time.
“Gonna give ya somethin' t' take mosta the edge off,” said Millie, giving a stimshot to counterbalance the adrenaline and reinforce Mary's vitals, “gotta say, all things considered, ya got off pretty lucky squarin' off with a Leviathan almost single-handed...pardon the pun.”
She eyed the stump that was once Mary's arm, “Tried my best, but yer ol' arm wasn't salvageable, sorry. Fast-Fingers, where ya goin'? gimme that salve, please.”
She held out her palm, and eventually got the salve patches, which she began to apply to the stumpy end after additional cleaning and disinfecting of the wounds.
“I'd tell ya t' lie still fer at least an hour, but you Jedi types tend to heal faster than usual...though I reckon the bee hive on yer face might hinder that some. Anyways, this is as good as it gets fer now. Lemme know if weird pains or anything outside the obvious starts up.”
She ought to check in with Erik now, and also see about getting BB-Drunk to warm up her own ship. They probably weren't going to stay here much longer.
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