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Mondder
Mar 1, 2017 21:20:44 GMT -8
Post by House of D'Ordinii on Mar 1, 2017 21:20:44 GMT -8
==Recruitment SL== <<106 PP; S4 Sector, Etti IV, Mondder>>
The injured man kept drifting up toward consciousness, but the doctors kept him from waking up fully with a steady stream of downers. The scans had shown him to have force abilities, not excessively strong ones by the standards of the various force factions, but a good bit stronger than the average clan member with powers. Force users were generally harder to keep sedated, but it was something the doctors had experience with. After a few hours of surgery what could be saved, had been. The man would lose most of his forearm, along with his hand, but he would keep his elbow joint. Other than that arm, the damage was limited enough that a mix of bacta treatments & cloned grafts would heal the damage without scars.
The man was shortly transferred to the observation room attached to Dr Houn's office. While it was set up to hold four people, at the moment the mystery man was the only occupant. This particular spaceport hub wasn't particularly prone to injuries for whatever reason. Houn returned to his paper work while he waited for the man to recover enough to wake up. Having undergone all of those treatments before, it had been part of his medical training after all, he knew that the man would be extremely sore for several days while his natural cells grew into the semi-organic cloned lattice that had been used to reshape much of his upper arm & whole left side.
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Mondder
Mar 1, 2017 19:30:24 GMT -8
Post by House of D'Ordinii on Mar 1, 2017 19:30:24 GMT -8
==Recruitment SL== <<106 PP; S4 Sector, Etti IV, Mondder>>
In some ways the facility looked like a regular hospital. The same sterile aura that seemed to infect any place of healing. In other ways it was very different. Most medical facilities didn't have the staff in full armour. There wasn't any standard design or pattern to the armors, they looked like thousands of designs mixed & matched to the wearer's preference. The only uniform feature was the color. All were grey, with a splash of purple somewhere.
As the man entered the facility & collapsed, the staff in the lobby were quick to react. Within thirty seconds he had been loaded onto a medical cart, floated into a surgery room & prepped. The path they took passed through several large arch scanners. As one pair of doctors cut the sleeve from the man's injured arm, another pair quickly unloaded the man's belongings into a bin along side the cart. Once the man's belongings had all been removed, the bin was shuffled off into one of the secure lockers. By the time the man reached the surgery room, the doctors already knew the full extend of the injury & their basic plan.
-Dr. Houn D'Ordinii Blessed Father, it looks like he shoved his arm in an engine assembly. Let's get to work.
For now the doctors were more focused on damage control than trying to save the arm. With a wound this bad it could easily end in death. Of course MedStar had access to resources that were considered too exotic or immoral in the core worlds. Even if they just cut the arm completely off, it would be easy enough to hook up a cybernetic replacement. Or even grow a new arm just like the old one from tissue samples from the injured man. They could even craft up something more esoteric if the man wanted. Of course, if he could, Houn would try to save the man's arm.
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Mondder
Feb 28, 2017 22:13:17 GMT -8
Post by House of D'Ordinii on Feb 28, 2017 22:13:17 GMT -8
==Recruitment SL== <<106 PP; S4 Sector, Etti IV, Mondder>>
After checking the man's documents the ESPO returned them, along with the credit chit. For one the officers had been trained to refuse any form of tip or exchange while on duty. It tended to cut down heavily on bribery. For another thing the credit chit was nearly worthless within CSA space. In the old days you couldn't even find vendors that would take credits instead of the CSA vouchers. Of course, with the changing times, more & more locals would except the foreign currencies.
A quick scan of the man showed nothing excessively illegal, so the ESPO waved him through the only gate to the pad.
-ESPO There is a medical office in the main terminal of the Hub. Just follow the purple line on the ground & the purple signs with a triple helix.
Sure enough, there was a thick purple line painted on the access road outside the pad, every few meters the line was broken in an arrow shape to show with direction to travel.
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Post by House of D'Ordinii on Feb 28, 2017 20:29:57 GMT -8
==Recruitment SL== <<106 PP; S4 Sector, Etti IV, Mondder>> Read more: boards.jedivsith.com/user/1709/recent?page=2#ixzz4ptP7vvRYOne of the things that would surprise most people that weren't already aware of it was the number of high ranking employees scattered through the hierarchy of the Corporate Sector Authority that also happened to be members of the Mandalorian Clan D'Ordinii. If one was to take an accurate count, including the huge number of seemingly unaffiliated beings, they would learn that nearly all the functions of the CSA had been subverted on multiple levels. It had taken fifty years & a literal river of blood. But the Clan more or less owned the CSA now. What had begun with blackmail & bribery altered the flow of promotions in the CSA until the Clan had complete control.The planetary traffic control was yet another function that was outwardly functioning as normal, but in truth was run at the whims of the clan. For the most part however, the Clan was content to allow things to progress as normal. This meant that routine docking requests generally passed or failed based on CSA protocol. Light Freighter Collector, you are cleared for landing lane 12 into Hub 3. You will land at Pad 35. Customs will be on site when you exit the craft. Any loading or unloading must be inspected. Have a safe day.The traffic controller sounded bored, as if they did this all day every day. Which they did. Despite its remote location from the actual core, the CSA was built up as any core world. It was also the capital of two rather large galactic factions. As such, it had the space traffic to match.
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Post by House of D'Ordinii on Feb 22, 2017 21:27:41 GMT -8
==Raid on Kessel SL== <<106 PP; T10 Sector, Kessel>>
As the three ships descended toward the planet, there were three flashes of light. One from each of the ships in secession. From the ground the flash of light & the resulting trail of smoke looked like some sort of explosion happening inside. Nearly instantly the airwaves were filled with panicked distress calls & maydays. In truth the flashes & smoke had been caused by pyrotechnics strapped to the hull for just that purpose. From their widely space starting points, the three ships barreled downward like drunken bricks.
Two of them landed heavily outside of slave staging areas, while the third landed outside the entrance to one of the mines. Three ships, three sites. Before the people on the ground could respond to the seeming accident, each of the ships sprang open & disgorged nearly twenty heavily armed & very angry former slaves. Within ten seconds of landing, a breaching charge had been placed & all three sites were ripped open. Into the gap poured the operatives of Operation Railroad, looking for slaves to free & slavers to kill.
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Post by House of D'Ordinii on Feb 22, 2017 20:47:03 GMT -8
==Raid on Kessel SL== <<106 PP; T10 Sector, Kessel>>
They passed through the system without so much as a glance by the Hutt overlords of the system. Freighters converted for massive amounts of slaves were common enough here, but they would soon learn the arrogance of that.
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