Noventa - A Star Wars Story

Yara putters around the clinic's tiny lab, checking the progress of some bloodwork from an early morning patient. Noventa may be in turmoil, but people still need the same health care as always. She'd been somewhat surprised even one of this morning's appointments had shown up at all, given how many of the city's residents are laying low in their homes since last night. Well, if most of her other patients cancel, that will leave time to take care of other things...

Temra wandered into he lab as Yara was looking over the paperwork for their bacta patient, he'd been toiling since the early hours of this morning on a personal project that was nearly complete. To the untrained eye, it might not have been obvious what it was, but Yara had been around the Rebel Alliance, to hear stories she had even met THE Luke Skywalker.


So when she saw Temra walk in with a short cylindrical tube in his hand, she might not have been quite as oblivious as most. Especially after yesterday evening's excitement.


D7 MM Hilt Crafting Mech/Int, +2b Inventor, +1b mental tools: 2eA+2eP+3eB+2eD 1 success, 3 advantage


((3 advantages used for crossguard, free advantage from hydrospanner used for -1 encumbrance))

"Errr, good morning Ms Suhr." Temra stammers slightly, his cat now pretty well out of the bag.

"Morning, T--" Looking over her shoulder, Yara nearly freezes, what had started out as an idle glance becoming much more attentive. "Oh."

She turns around and leans her hips against the counter, trying to tear her eyes from the thing in his hand. Is that--? Really? Well, it's not a Sithbiting hydrospanner, that's certain.

"Er. Good morning. Is that... ah... what I think it is?"

Temra is too slow to hide the casing behind his back and he shrugs when confronted with Yara's suspicions.

"I guess...well officially...I mean not yet, but it will be. Still a bunch of work to be done, and even then it'll just be a shell for it. But after yesterday's arrivals, I thought I'd better prepare for the worst."

He pulls up a chair and takes a seat. "I assume you have questions then?"

"Yes, quite a lot, but... you know how to use one of those things? Have you known this entire time?" Her forehead furrows as her eyebrows draw together. "Does that make you...?" she trails off, opening her hands helplessly.

"What it makes me is the same man you've always known. No better, no worse." Temra starts to explain.

"Before I joined this clinic, I was a man in hiding from the Empire. I hid because of how they treated my people, but the man who helped hide me, Shazziq, he hid me because he sensed something in me. Something I'd denied to myself until very recently."

"How could a coward like me be made of the same stuff as heroes of legend?"

Yara frowns pensively. "So you hid from people like... whoever that was last night, with the red weapons. That sounds more sensible than cowardly." With a slight wince, she adds, "I'm not the bravest of people myself."

"But... So you can...?"

"Can what?" Temra asked patiently as he nodded at Yara's statement about hiding from inquisitors.

"But yes we hid. Shazziq trained me a little, some mental exercises, a little physical training with a training saber, nothing with a live blade though. Apparently it needs something called a kyber crystal. Rare as hens teeth."

"I don't know..." Yara waves a hand helplessly. "Do all those things. Jedi magic." She shrugs, looking sheepish. "I hardly know what to call it." Her mind seizes on the more concrete part of the revelation. "Your friend... was he one of them?"

"I can do very little. It takes a very long time for one to come into such abilities, much training is required unless one is preternaturally strong in such ways. I can struggle to feel presences around me, life forces connected by the Force. If I concentrate very hard I can get the slightest inkling of what they feel sometimes, if it is a strong feeling that resonates within them."

"Shazziq could do much more, but I have not seen him for many years. The last time an Inquisitor was here, or the last time I know of anyway, he sealed me away in a hideout when he went to face her. It took me three days to break out of that place, and when I did, neither of them were anywhere to be found."

"I'm sorry," she says softly. "So... does this mean you're in danger? Should we get you out of the city? I don't think they'll much care about the outlying farms, or have the manpower to bother the farmers--at least not right away." The antecedent of they is unspoken, but fairly obvious.

"So am I." Temra replied with more than a little sadness in his voice.

"Am I in danger? Probably, with a side of definitely if they figure out my rudimentary abilities. But am I running again? No." He states definitively. "Though I will understand if you want me to distance myself from this clinic, I'd volunteer the suggestion actually, to avoid bringing collateral damage upon yourself, Raine and Zataa."

"The hell with that." Yara's voice grows unusually firm. "Raine and I haven't made a secret of our association with the New Republic. If anything, that be may make us some danger to the rest of you. But if you want to stay, stay, and welcome." She drums her fingers on the edge of the counter. "I don't know what I'm going to do just yet, but I am going to do something. I won't be the only one."

Quietly, as if to show off how simple for them it could have been any time before, the jumpiest of the band from before came into the very room where Yara and Temra were speaking. Turning around abruptly and holding a finger up to his lips, a calming gesture in it's attempt at casualness. Still, of course, his sudden appearance would no doubt be strange.

"Doc, hey, listen, I'm here for the Boss. He good to go? We need to get him out of here like... yesterday, best for everyone, you know?" he quickly went into speaking, as if this was normal.

Temra glanced to Yara, she was the primary physician here and the release of any patients was at her discretion.

Yara straightens up abruptly, returning to a more professional demeanor. "Oh, it is you. I expected we might see you today," she says, nodding to the man--though she doesn't explain exactly why she'd been expecting a member of this crew on this particular morning. He can make of it what he will, for the moment. "I've been tapering his sedation since early this morning. We can pull him out straightaway if you're ready." She opens a hand toward the lab door, inviting him to step back out into the hall so they can proceed to the bacta treatment room. "He may want a bit more rehab to get back to one hundred percent, but he won't need the tank for that."

"But he'll be back with us, right?" he asked, his voice seeming almost impatient. Glancing between Yara and about the room the mans attention was a little split.

Raine steps into the room without much fanfare... See, this was her job, y'know? And if the patient so happened to be part of a radical rebel cell, well, all the more reason for Raine to be around. "Everything alright in here? Require assistance, doctor?"

"I think we're all right, Raine, but stay a minute?" Yara says as she steps out into the hall to lead the way to the bacta treatment room. "You remember our friend from a few days ago, Mr... I'm sorry, I didn't get your name then."

She keys in the passcode to open the room--it doesn't lock from the inside, of course, that'd be a safety violation, but the equipment in here makes up the better part of of the clinic's most valuable assets. Leaving the door open for the others, she crosses to the control panel for one of the tanks, then begins going through the command sequence to drain the bacta from the patient tank to the reserve chamber and release its occupant.

"Yes, your boss will be back with you," she addresses the jumpy man again. "I assume your plans for the near future have changed after last night. I know mine have."

"Empire takin' back the planet?" he said with a coughed laugh, "Yea, plans changed. Sure as hell most people's plans been changed by that little display. Don't know what we'd do without the Boss. So.. uh, you know, thanks again for saving him and all. He been.. up at all? Or just in that thing this whole time?"