Medical Centre

Alexis shrugged, "It is not my place to say," she replied to Kaytra, taking in Rawkill with a smile, "though I believe Master Rawkill speaks sense."

The blip of emotion from Rawkill was unsettling, followed by Kaytra's reference to meeting in different circumstances. Her only other run-in with GALSAF was on board their flagship, and while good things had happened, there were things Alexis preferred to forget. "To which mistake are you referring?" she inquired, already guessing where the other woman was going to go with that. "Up until recently, I was not entirely sure that I would survive GALSAF's presence on Yavin IV." Facing down Ander Tagira in the hall outside the Praxeum Archives had not been something she enjoyed, and for a tense moment in time she had been certain that he was about to kill her, though she would have done her level best to kill him first.

*Gavin simply nodded as Rawkill spoke.* "I understand completely for the security measures. The Mando attack and those that aided them did take its toll in some way or another across the galaxy. It is expected, and if any saw you not taking precautions, they'd probably think you didn't care about the safety of the academy. I once wandered these halls as a Jedi in my youth, though that was a very long time ago. I'd hate for it to fall to ruin. As for transporting her, I have no issue with it. When I found her, I healed her enough to stop the bleeding and keep her from death's grip. I brought her here, though I'm not aware of the current status of the academy and its medical facilities, as she requested to come to seek forgiveness and atonement for her actions here, if possible. I have lived a long time and believe any who are willing to truly seek such things should be allowed the chance to make amends and gained that forgiveness."

Rawkill was quite pleased that Gavin was understanding of the security precautions and had agreed to transport Kaytra. He grabbed the small bag that Constance handed to him, before handing it over to Gavin
=Jedi Master Rawkill=
Thank you once again Gavin, I now entrust her back into your care to get her to Selonia as fast as possible, the Med Team will take Kaytra to your ship now, if no one has any further questions...
Rawkill gave a nod to a couple Medics that would unlock the wheel locks, before wheeling the bed out of the Medical Center and through the Temple, back to the Hangar Bay. Although her stay had been short, Rawkill was quite certain it had been an enlightening trip never-the-less, and quite certain she would more wisely plan her future moves, especially when it came to seeking redemption for the actions of her past

Rawkill gave a bow of his head, quite certain that it would not be too much of a problem for Gavin to return one day, however if any problems arose, he was sure they could deal with it later on. For now, the priority was more on getting Kaytra to a proper Medical Center
=Jedi Master Rawkill=
I am sure we can work something out later on down the road. Safe travels friend...

"If Na'an requires assistance, I will know it," Leigh straightened, looming over the man now on the table as she considered the options Adelle had presented. "And I believe you will as well. As it stands my priority is your safety--and his."

She scanned her memory for information on the two codes, noting that both were uncommon in the Jedi lexicon and one only used by those who worked in Medical. Adelle had provided two valid option, but both presented risks. A ThreatCon Delta would create an immediate alert of possible violent action in the area, diverting nearby forces to the Strategy Center rather than to their location. Adelle would be safe to perform any medical procedure she deemed necessary, as well as leave the Center if a threat presented itself, while defense would fall solely to her--as long as the Medical Center stayed off the cultists' radar. There was also the possibility that the signal would be broadcast outside of the Praxeum, alerting possible allies to the situation.
On the other hand, a Code Black would lock down the Medical Center in a defensive position under the assumption that it was being threatened. Adelle and Aherk would be equally safe, and Leigh would be there to defend them directly, but the code was explicitly medical--it would alert anyone in the facility to their location, making it difficult at best to leave. If the situation with her partner changed, Leigh would likely be unable to reach her.

Leigh regarded the man on the table for a moment. Aherk was breathing shallowly, the gurgling sound high in his chest indicating critical fluid buildup. In the sterile light of the Medical Center, she could see the grey, clammy tinge of his skin. Adelle was only marginally more healthy--her respiration was equally labored, her body barely standing up under the injuries the droid had inflicted on her. If the cultists arrived armed, the probability that either would be able to defend themselves was miniscule.

"I will go to the Strategy Center," she said finally, "but on a condition. You must keep my comm frequency on hand at all times during your work. If you are threatened, you initiate the Code Black immediately and contact me so that I can extract you."

She did not leave space for disagreement, but went directly to work. A few taps of the comm system detached a small beacon keyed directly to her frequency, which she placed next to Aherk on the medical table. Leigh then checked her live-fire settings, dialing down the power to allow for more rapid fire, and went for the door. "If you do not hear from either of us in an hour, do what you must to escape alone."

The door slid open, then shut behind the droid.

A nod answered Leigh as Adelle closed her eyes, visualizing the bone that pierced her lung. A clean break but it had torn through the lung. A steady trickle of blood ran off the tip. The damage to the lung was worse than she first thought. Adelle's hand arched as she wrapped the rib in the Force, slowly easing it out of the hole. Something seared the left side of her scalp, burning through her ear. Adelle jerked to her left and gasped in pain. Stars entered her vision and the floor spun. The hells was that?

"Your heart rate has elevated and your adrenaline level has increased," Fours said. "I detect additional internal hemorrhaging in your lung."

"Ssshit," Adelle wheezed. She had yanked. She should've been able to pull the rib straight out and ease it back into place. The pain had interfered. What was that? Who was that? Not Leigh, certainly. Her presence wasn't nearly strong enough for Adelle to pick up on it. A cultist? Improbable. Most empathic pains were from people she knew. Na'an. Adelle squeezed her eyes shut as she focused on breathing, on stopping the bleeding in her lung. There was nothing she could do for Na'an right now. There was, however, a dying man in the same room that she had to save.

"Bleeding is stopped. I count three ribs fully broken, one out of alignment. Four fractured." Fours' mechanical monotone brought her back into the med center.

"Get me a saline drip and an IV for stims," Adelle said. Every breath hurt and her body protested. She pushed herself off the wall. "Wheel him into a theater while I sterilize my hands."

The BXS looked up at her. "Scans complete. Blood pressure: ninety over fifty mm Hg. Temperature: 100.3 degrees Fahrenheit. Blood oxygen saturation: seventy-five percent. Foreign objects found in thoracic cavity. Foreign objects found in lungs. Perforations in lungs. Infection present in the ectodermal, mesodermal, and endodermal tissues. Infection present in the parenchyma of both lungs. Infection present in bloodstream. Diagnosis: Gangrene, sepsis, Acute Respiratory Distress Syndrome, physical trauma due to respirator malfunction."

Adelle blinked as she processed all the information.

"Prognosis: death within twenty-four standard hours." The BXS droid whirred slightly as Fours pushed the repulsor-bed further into the med center. "Do you still wish to continue operation?"

She set her jaw. "Yes. Hook him up to the IVs necessary. Treatment plan is as follows. Lung transplant, synth-muscle grafts, synth-flesh grafts, blood transfusion, diuresis, and antibiotics."

The 2-1 BXS tilted its head slightly, whirring all the while. Finally, it turned wordlessly and followed the path Fours had taken, presumably to gather what she needed for the op. Adelle rubbed her forehead and heaved, wincing as she did. There was no rest for the weary.

Fours looked down at the man he pushed forward silently. The man's estimate was closer the actual inventory than Jedi Bastiel's needs but, Fours reasoned, Jedi Bastiel had not yet set foot on Yavin IV since before the Mandalorian blockade and invasion. She would not know the inventory and would need to be apprised of the situation. Prior to Jedi Iorek taking command of the Praxeum, a few attempts at restarting the temple as a center for Jedi activity had been launched and subsequently failed when the Jedi, for reasons unknown, would leave the Praxeum. The disrepair the Temple currently found itself in was, in large part, a factor but Fours calculated that the residual emotions (and pheromones and hormones that many species picked up on subconsciously) from the battle were too much for even seasoned Jedi to handle. And there were few enough of the veterans around.

"It will not deter Jedi Bastiel," Fours said. "She is of a singular mind, I believe the phrase goes, when there is a patient. Simple facts for the non-Force sensitives are of no concern to her."

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"That will be quite impossible."

Adelle scowled at the BXS droid but knew there was an explanation. She just didn't want to hear it.

"Power failures in refrigerators 1, 2, and 3 have rendered all organs invalid. Synth-flesh grafts have not been restocked. Synth-muscle grafts have not been restocked." The BXS whirred as its computer processed all recent updates to inventories. "Blood transfusion possible. Diuresis possible. Antibiotics stores, two bottles. Bacta stores, three patches and one gallon liquid. Anesthetics, none. Saline, one bag. Without anesthetic, the patient will die from shock."

She chewed on her thumb as the BXS rattled off the inventory and its second death prognosis. "Is there any liquor? We could use that to numb his sense of feeling a bit."

"The alcohol would have negative impacts on the ability of the patient's blood to clot and would increase chances of a heart attack or stroke."

"Okay, okay fine." Adelle rubbed her face with her hands, tapping her fingers against her cheeks. "Do we at least have stims and epinephrine?"

The BXS paused for a second. "Affirmative. They will not aid the patient's operation or recovery."

"I wasn't thinking about the patient." Adelle walked away and called out over her shoulder. "Get what we have and meet in the operating room."

Halfway down a dim corridor, Adelle felt something change. Something cold and sharp and alive flooded her veins and she suddenly felt more alert than she had before. The pain from her fight dulled to an ache, as if her body had decided it wasn't as important as what she needed to be doing now. And really, what was more important than saving a person's life? She jogged down the hall, feeling a sense of urgency in her bones. There was an operation to do.