Hanson, called "Kat" by those she considered her
friends and those who could not pronounce her name,
moved slowly towards the medical tent in the hastily
constructed refugee camp on the Alliance Safe World
known as *New* Alderaan. The woman in her late-20s
kept her brown hair cut short so that it would not
get in the way, but mostly it was due to the fact
the refresher could not muster a hot shower when she
needed it. Gone was the uniform of the Alderaan
Guard, long since replaced by dark clothing that
reflected both her personality and her newfound role
with the Rebellion. While she wanted to be on the
front lines fighting the Empire and getting revenge
for what had befallen her planet, her people, and
most importantly ... *her family*. She had
dislocated her left shoulder while moving some cargo
containers that were going to become someone's house
and she was *not* happy about it. In her good hand
... her right ... she held a warm bottle of
Corellian Ale as they could not maintain consistent
power to the coolers. The half consumed beverage was
the only thing she had to blunt the pain ... which
was *considerable*. Maybe the doctors could do
something. If there even were doctors here.
known by many as the "Doc" for his profession, was
pissed off. He was looking rapidly through his
datapad, frowning as he noticed many things that
were listed on the manifest ... that was not present
in the multiple crates in front of him. He turned
around, frowning as he turned around to the other
resident in the tent with him, an old and rather
beat up Surgeon Droid, who was carrying a crate into
the tent and placing it on the grassy floor.
"BZ, where the
heck is the container of Bacta? The manifest here
says I should have a crate here of it ... and I am
not seeing a crate!" The droid didn't respond at
first, processing the orders given by Calan. Given
the droids age, he had gotten used to it. It then
responded in a robotic, monotone voice.
"Sir, if the
bacta isn't in container... B-7, then check B-1"
Calan sighed as he put the datapad down.
checked there! And B-2, B-3, and B4 through 10! It
there in silence, watching in a combination of shock
and irritation that the so-called *doctor* was more
concerned with his droids than the arrival of new
patients. She waited as long as she could while the
man who stood only feet from her focused his
attention on the droid. A number of thoughts quickly
went through her head ... none pleasant. She
considered turning around and walking back to the
makeshift cantina and getting sufficiently drunk
before having one of the other refugees force her
left arm into the socket. She also considered
clearing her throat loudly to get his attention, but
when all was said and done she came down somewhere
in the middle. She raised the bottle of Corellian
Ale with the arm that worked and quickly chugged
down what contents were left in it. The sudden surge
of alcohol only served to reinforce the decision she
made seconds early. In a flash she tossed the bottle
not *at* the doctor, but next to him so that it
would loudly shatter, and perhaps him give him a
scare. As the bottle flew through the air she raised
her right arm, dragging it across her mouth to wipe
away what traces of the Corellian Ale remained.
seemed more startled than the doctor, who turned
around, holding his surgical needle arm up
defensively. The Doctor sighed, turning slowly to
the girl with a bored look.
have said something."
have," Kat tersely replied, as she moved deeper into
the tent and took a seat on top of a crate. "...but
I chose not to," she added, coldly, as she stared
into the distance rather than making eye contact
with him. Her cheeks were flushed red and her
breathing was heavy. It was clear that she was in a
lot of pain, even if she was not outwardly
complaining about it. Her whole body was slightly
trembling ... well, most of it at least ... her left
arm was hanging at her side not able to do much of
anything. She closed her eyes, lowered her head, and
exhaled a deep, laborious sigh. A wound in battle
was one thing. A wound sustained from a loose crate
falling into her was another. She was a soldier, or
at least she wanted to be one, but she was working
dangerously long construction shifts as if she were
enslaved by the Hutts.
shrugged, looking not affected by her cold words as
he took one long look at her before turning away and
rummaging through the crates.
dislocated arm, trembling implies shock or massive
amounts of pain, and Im sure that ale is wearing
off." He mumbles to himself as he pulled out a
small, plastic like package with a needle attached
and comes back over to the girl.
up." Was the only warning he gave as he quickly
rolled up the sleeve on her arm and injected the
small needle, squeezing the liquid inside in.
Of course Kat
tensed the moment he instructed her not to tense.
Her good hand gripped the crate she was sitting on
until her knuckles turned a pale shade of white.
When the needle penetrated her flesh she closed her
eyes and clenched her jaw so tightly she was
fortunate not to shatter a tooth. "That bloody well
hurt," she complained, bitterly, and wishing she had
brought a second ale along to have during the
*procedure*. She inhaled slowly and exhaled deeply,
trying to remember the breathing exercises she had
been taught to manage pain early in her training. It
was not working. Hopefully the medicine would.
"Told you not
to tense up." Calan said as he dropped the used
needle into a nearby wastebin, going back to another
make the pain go away ... along with most other
feelings, so expect numbness. BZ, can you do a full
analysis of our patient?" As the Doc looked around
some more, the medical droid sauntered over, staring
at the girl before beeping.
shoulder confirmed, along with natural fatigue and
dehydration." The doctor came back over, a brace in
one hand as he examined the dislocated arm.
can you prep the cot and get me a..." He paused for
a second as he pushed the arm back into place, a pop
signifying the readjustment.
slowly as the medication flowed through her system,
which not only made the pain dissipate, but also
made her somewhat disoriented. "Wha- ... what did
you give me?" she asked, as her head suddenly had a
hard time remaining stationary. Her head bobbed and
weaved side to side and occasionally fell forward,
but she managed to catch it just in time and raise
her head back up. A deeper examination would reveal
scarring from both a blaster wound and a brutal stab
wound. She had seen her share of action when she
first joined the Rebellion and this assignment was
meant as a reward for valiant service to the cause,
but she did not see it that way. But now that she
was on this medication she was having a difficult
time seeing much of anything. "Ugh," was all she
could muster, as a column of drool formed at the
left corner of her mouth and began to stream down
frowned, looking at her inquisitively. "Maybe too
much... BZ, what's the amount of Galine in that
packet?" As the doctor examined the patient more
closely, the droid blinked as he processed the
"Half a quart"
The Doc wheeled around at this, his eyes wide.
"Half a quart!
By the force, were those packets made to knock out a
wookie?! Also, how the hell did you miss the
scorched flesh and stab wounds? Some surgical droid
you are!" The doc sighed as he took the girl off the
crate and put her on the prepared cot, before
searching the crates more as the droid blinked.
packets WERE made for lifeforms with a significantly
larger blood and heart capacity. It was what we
could afford. And secondly, it's not my fault I
havn't been updated in....... over twenty years."
The doc sighed as he *finally* found the bacta
patches ... in crate B-18. Typical.
"Not now, BZ,
when we find a mechanic and some creds Ill get you
refitted, but right now we have a patient who is
dying on..... is this my cot?" The doc asked, a
little bewildered as he realized the cot the droid
layed out was his personal one.
your excuse for the past two years, sir. And yes, it
is the only cot we have." The doc wanted to yell at
the droid, but instead just sighed as he lifted the
girls shirt up a little and began applying the bacta
patches of the scorched and gashed skin areas.
slowly, several times in fact, in a vain attempt to
focus her vision. She looked towards the doctor, or
what she thought was the doctor, and tried to speak
to him. "When..." she said, before taking a deep
breath as he began working on her old, long ignored
wounds. "When are you going to put my arm back..."
she said, before her head slumped forward and she
momentarily dozed off. "...back in its socket?" she
asked, as her head rose back up and her eyes opened
wider than they had ever done so far. She was so
hopped up on the pain medication that she failed to
even realize that the doctor had already done it.
She swallowed, or at least tried to, before her head
slumped forward again. That was some good shit.
The doc sighed as he rolled her shirt down again,
shaking his head as he stood up.
should hit her with a bat, it would keep her
unconcious." He mused in a sarcastic, joking manner
as he went back over to the crates.
the girl with a bat would cause a concussion and
possible brain damage. In her current state, a good
blow to the head has a 69% of..."
droid could finish, the Doc wheeled around and
pointed a finger at him.
"It was a
joke, BZ. I know not to hit her with a bat ... can
you monitor her while I search through these
materials? This manifest is all wrong. Also, put it
on my list to never contact Florin for these cheap
asked, having only heard half of the conversation
between the doctor and the droid. "69? Is that why
you drug- ... drugged me," she said, before her head
fell forward again. She remained frozen like that in
silence before the sound of snoring began to fill
the tent as she had fallen asleep just like that.
"Huh. What was that?!" she asked, just as suddenly,
as the sound of her own snoring had woken her up
just as suddenly. "I'm not cheap," she complained,
feeling rapidly insulted. She put one foot forward
as she rose from the cot, but that's only about as
far as she got before she stumbled forward into the
doctor. "Get offa me!" she complained, as she slowly
fell down towards the ground below.
frowned at this, sighing as he picked the girl up
with no resistance, laying her back down on the cot.
"Ok.... BZ, do
we have something to knock her out ... or anything?"
The droid stood there and calculated the info.
of those Galine packs at 0.15% of its current liquid
should be enough." The doc nodded, pulling another
of the needle packs out and handing it to the droid.
extract that amount and put it in her... I don't
need a drugged girl falling onto more of my stuff
... or worse." The droid gave a nod of
acknowledgement, using its syringe arm and
extracting the necessary amount before putting it
into the girl.
put her out for a few hours, sir. Enough for the
drug to wear off."
Kat felt as if
she was floating as she was lifted off the ground
and placed back on the cot, which was a feeling she
did not altogether mind. "Don't ... don't knock
me..." was all she struggled to say before she was
injected with the sedative. It took affect almost
immediately, so quickly in a fact that her mouth
remained agape. The obnoxious sound of her snoring
filled with the crude medical tent as she had a
lucid pipe dream about her youth on Alderaan.
passed before Yekaterina Hanson's eyes would open up
again, and when they did she was not entirely sure
where she was. The last thing she remembered was
going towards the medical tent, but the combination
of the Corellian Ale and the pain medication made
her forget everything that came after. She reached
for her left shoulder and to her surprise her arm
had been placed back in the socket and she was
devoid of any pain. "Hel-hello?" she asked, still a
bit groggy, as she attempted to sit up in the cot.
She was not quite ready for that.
"I would not
move very much, madam. The sedative May have taken
the pain away, but it also caused some more fatigue.
Please remain on the cot until the doctor can
examine you again." The stale voice of the Medical
droid said behind her as he sauntered across the
room, examining the girl on the cot.
"How are you
It took Kat a
moment to realize she was being addressed by a
droid, and rather than try to sit up she heeded the
droid's advice and turned her head to look at it. "I
feel fine. A little tired. A little weak," she
explained, as she instinctively rotated her left
shoulder to see just how much use she could get out
of it. "How ... how long was I out?" she asked,
before raising her right hand to the side of her
head to rub it gently. She felt an uncontrollable
urge to return to duty. It was a compulsion as she
feared if she ever sat still for too long she would
have to dwell on the loss of everything and everyone
that mattered to her.
The droid took
a few seconds before responding.
"Only a few
hours. You were in bad condition when you came in.
The weakness is common, as the medication you
received was a tad strong for your human body. On
top of that you were already fatigued and
dehydrated. So for now, I would recommend staying
still until the doctor returns from his errand."
*hours*?!" Kat exclaimed in horror, as she had not
slept that long since her arrival on New Alderaan.
"You shouldn't have let me sleep that long. I have
duties, responsibilities..." she continued, her
voice becoming both panicked and erratic. She
sighed, looking away from the droid and gritting her
teeth as it informed her the doctor was not even
there. She clenched her jaw as tight as a kath hound
biting down on its prey while her hands dug into the
cot that lay beneath her. "When will he get back?"
she asked, in bitterness and defeat, before rolling
over onto her side that would put her back to the
droid. Whether she was aware of it or not she had
assumed the fetal position.
droid could say anything, the tent flap opened, and
the the doctor stormed in, grumbling to himself as
he immediately went to a small workbench and
instinctively grabbed a bottle of tan colored
"I swear, I'm
going to kill Florine! Apparently, when he wrote on
the list to buy 'Bacta' he didn't mean bacta
canisters like I asked for, but rather the small
bacta patches! Droid, take note that I'm not only
gonna not buy anything from Florine anymore, I'm
gonna put a hole through his..." He stopped as he
saw the girl was awake on the cot, immediately
putting the alcohol down without drinking it, his
angered face immediately switching to monotone and
How are you feeling?"
fit to return to duty," Kat replied, but without
going into anymore specific details. She slowly
rolled over so she could face the doctor, but this
time she sat up so that she could demonstrate just
how *fine* she was. Unfortunately, she sat up too
soon and the contents of her stomach threatened to
come up, but she caught it in time, placing a hand
on her stomach while simultaneously swallowing to
keep it down. "I'm fine," she answered, in weak
frustration about her situation. "I'm sure there are
more seriously wounded individuals who'll need the
bed soon," she explained, trying to justify her
release. "Right now there's a habitat not being
built because I'm here," she said, before finally
allowing herself to make eye contact with the man.
The doctor crossed his arms, an eyebrow raised.
"I'm sure one
of the other men who spend their days moping around
the camp can go and build it. Even before you did
that extreme stunt of trying to sit up, I can tell
you that you are in no condition to work, let alone
walk. You are to remain in bed for a solid eight
hours of rest, before some stretches so that I can
be sure the muscles are functioning properly and
nothing was harmed by the excess Galine..." the
doctor sighed, snapping his fingers and pointing to
sedatives. She needs to sleep naturally. Any more
and she might lose some brain cells. If she tries to
get up, though, I give full permission to fall over
on top of her."
"Wait. One of
the other *men*?" Kat repeated, confronting him with
a growing sense of tension. "Are you saying I can't
do it because I'm a woman? Or were you calling me a
man?" she asked, before folding her arms defiantly
in front of her chest. She was clearly an easily
triggered woman with a chip on her shoulder, always
feeling the need to prove herself the equal of
anyone. Ironically it was this attitude that saved
her life, as she was demoted from service at the
palace on Alderaan and assigned to a secondary
security detail on the neighboring world of Delaya.
It was also one of the reasons she was having a
difficult time making friendships in the camp. She
looked at everyone with a sense of doubt, mild
paranoia, and an unwillingness to trust. It was
possible the crate that dislocated her arm had even
been intentionally knocked on her.
"I don't care
if your a male, female, or a Trandoshan, your not
leaving that cot. And if your going to be like that,
then fine, men or women can be building the
building. Now why don't you actually go to sleep and
rest up. Death by exhaustion is probably not the way
you want to go out."
her jaw so tightly that her head began to shake from
the tension. At the same time her hands
instinctively curled into a fist as she prepared
herself for a fight. She knew if she struck the
doctor ... likely one of the few in camp at the
moment ... her punishment would be exile. She had no
place else to go. Alderaan was gone and New Alderaan
was the closest thing to it, even if it was just a
ramshackle camp. Finally she exhaled a huge plume of
air as her puffy cheeks relented. "I can't!" she
screamed at the top of her lungs as she let out a
roar from deep within. "Damn it! I just *can't*. How
can *anyone* sleep here?" she asked, as the tear
began to well up in the corner of her eyes. She
angrily flopped back on the cot and was once again
in the fetal position began without realizing it.
She needed a different sort of doctor.
watched as the girl broke down in front of him, a
small pang welling up in him. Maybe it was
compassion, though it was honestly something he
thought he had lost way back during his old
Rebellion Days. And buried after his homeworld was
destroyed. He looked at his droid, who just seemed
to stare at the girl. The doctor sighed before
sitting down ok the grass next to the cot, look at
alright, please just.... stop crying. What can I do
to make it possible for you to get some rest?"
him for several moments while inhaling sharply
through her nasal passages in a vain attempt to suck
the tears back into her eyes. "A bottle of Alderaan
Ruge might do the trick, but you won't find any of
that here," she said, keeping her back to the
doctor. "...you won't find that anywhere anymore,"
she muttered, bitterly as she looked off into the
distance. Everyone back on the construction detail
was going to think her weak and shirking her duty
for being in the medical tent for so long. This was
just going to make things worse as far as she was
concerned. There was nothing worse than a
malingerer. "All they have around here is Corellian
Ale," she informed him, with a deep sense of
resentment. Finally she rolled over onto her back so
she could look at him again, with reddened, tear
stained eyes and streaks of what little makeup she
could scrounge so she could still feel like a woman
running down her face. "I guess they don't want
everyone drunk all the time," she said, with a
quick, sharp laugh, because she knew that is
*exactly* what would happen if they let in the good
looked at the girl muttering to herself, before
slowly looking up at the droid. The droid, already
seeming to know what the doctor was thinking, shook
"Oh shut up BZ."
The doctor said as he suddenly stood up, heading to
an unopened crate and pulling out a bottle.
listen up. I only have 2 bottles of Ruge, and I'm
keeping on to celebrate with. I was gonna have two,
but im letting you have ... half a bottle of this
one. Got it?" He said as he brought the bottle over,
offering it to her.
be fucking kidding me!" Kat exclaimed, as she
suddenly perked up for the first time in as long as
she could remember. "You have two bottles? That
makes you the richest man in camp," she said, as she
sat up to greedily snatch the bottle from him.
"I..." she began a thought, but quickly lost it, as
she stared down at the bottle of ruge. The tears
began to flow again, but this time for an entirely
different reason. She *wanted* it ... she *needed*
it, but she could not take it. "No. No ... this is
yours," she said, as she offered it back to him. "It
is too valuable. Too precious a gift. And I have
nothing to offer you in return," she said, as she
looked down at the floor rather than continue to
look back at him. She was ashamed.
rolled his eyes, crossing his arms. "You can do two
things for me in exchange for a swig. One, which
house were you working at. Two, you need to actually
sleep in the bed."
doctor suggested she could do something for him, Kat
half thought he might have meant something else. He
had surprised her again and she felt bad that her
mind so quickly went to such a place. "It was in
thranta sector. Building 22. Unit B," she told him,
before uncorking the bottle of ruge feeling she had
done her part. A moment later she connected the
bottle with her mouth and took a swig of substantive
size, before offering it back to him. Normally she
would display the poor manners of wiping away her
mouth, but given that it was Alderaanian ruge she
allowed her tongue to lick off every last trace of
it. Obediently she lay down on her side and closed
her eyes trying to sleep, but every time she did she
just saw the faces of those long gone. She could
feel her body growing warmer as the alcohol entered
her system and her cheeks soon became as red as her
eyes. It would not take long for her to fall asleep
for at least a little while.
"Sir ... she's
asleep." The droid stated bluntly. The doctor sighed
as he put the Ruge away.
"Thank you, I
never would have gotten that. Listen, I need you to
stay here and watch her, alright? I'm gonna go out
for a little and check out this place she talked
about." And before the droid could say anything, he
left the tent, making the droid blink before
analyzing the girl again and seeing if there was
anything Ilene's the droid could do to help the
clearly distressed girl. Otherwise, he remained in
quite vigil over the girl as she rested.