(D7 MM) Discharge Planning

[Yara Suhr]

"Optimal bacta treatment protocol calls for continuous immersion," Yara answers the question in a crisp professional tone. "We haven't needed the tank for other emergencies, so he's been undisturbed. It's good you're here, actually--patients who were unconscious going in are sometimes disoriented coming out. I like to have someone familiar in the room if possible."

She punches a button, and a gurgling sound comes from the tank as the thick bluish-clear fluid begins to drain away through a series of filters and into the reserve chamber. The harness still holds the Boss upright, even though gravity exerts a stronger and stronger effect on him as the bacta level drops. He might begin to wake up now, as the machinery injects him with a mild antagonist to counter the last of the sedation.

"I have the impression you're no friends of the Empire," she says over her shoulder to the jumpy guy, while she waits for the fluid level to fall low enough that she can safely crack the tank seals.

[Honorordeath]

Within the tank the Boss seemed to be quickly coming to, faster than most, but the condition in which he had been still held the haze over his mind. The Boss wasn't totally there, not just yet.

"Not really sure those are the kinda thoughts you're gonna wanna be havin' Doc, I.. you guys have been good to the Boss here and Cap was real glad things didn't go bad last time we was here but things coulda gone sour fast. Kinda people you'd wanna keep yourself far away from, you know? A-anyway.. he uh, when he comes back you think he'll remember what happened?"

[Yara Suhr]

“You’re right, ordinarily I wouldn’t want to know. But these are unusual times.” Yara speaks without taking her eyes off the monitors now. “Noventa may need all the help it can get. At the least… it would be nice to know that when the local militia makes its move, no one else will end up inadvertently stepping on their plans. Or vice versa.” Multiple resistance groups running around the planet, each not knowing what the other one is up to, is potentially a recipe for disaster. Yara may not entirely approve of this crew’s operations—in her opinion, the time for vigilantism is past, at least on worlds under Republic protection—but under the circumstances, she can’t ignore what they’re capable of, either. Or that they’re likely to go into action against the imperial invaders, unless they plan to simply skip town.

“Will he remember... difficult to say. Trauma has complex effects on Human neurochemistry. Certain traumatic moments may be remembered very clearly, almost unusually so. Other parts of the traumatic experience might be blanks.” She nods, mostly to herself, and taps the code that opens the tank along a vertical seam. The machinery makes soft hissing and grinding noises ad it goes into gear. “Why do you ask?”

[Temra Zol]

Temra quietly observes the exchange, fingers nervously gripping the newly created lightsaber hilt in his pocket.

[Honorordeath]

"I-I just heard people sometimes come outta these things as if like.. like they were still in the fight an' all. Leapin' into the fight again and all that," he said, his tone worried.

"Anyway.. the Boss will know what we're gonna do," he said.

[Yara Suhr]

"Well, he may not feel like leaping until we get him out of those restraints." She glances back over her shoulder at the man. "Why don't you grab one of those gowns hanging in the corner for him, and then come stand up here by me, so he'll see you straightaway." The tank is beginning to open now... Yara's eyes flick briefly in Temra's direction, and she finds herself glad he's there, just in case. In case of what, she couldn't exactly say, but still.

((Boss can come out to play? ))

[Honorordeath]

The Boss slowly stumbled his way out of the Bacta Tank when the space was cleared, quickly aided by his comrade in securing his person. The Boss seemed groggy, weak at first, but the moment he realized who else was in the room instead of just these doctors he soldiered himself up immediately and fought through it.

"Status report," he said, his voice forced to strength.

What ensued next was the man who had come to collect the Boss going into detail of everything, as far as they had deigned to allow Yara to know, that had transpired. Upon completion the boss had some time to recover.

Turning to Yara the man offered a nod, "Thank you, Doctor Suhr. You saved my life and I will not forget that."

[Temra Zol]

Temra stood by quietly, he;d had very little to do with the Boss's treatment, so he let Yara deal with the man, he was here in only a supporting role for this case.

[Yara Suhr]

"I did my job, Mr. ah... Boss." Yara nods briskly. "That's all. Would you sit for a minute, please? I need to check your vitals before I can discharge you. Everything looked good in the bacta, but best practice calls for one more scan after surfacing." She considers for a moment, glancing from Boss to his subordinate. They'd had to cut most of the man's clothing off him to get him prepped for the tank, and she doesn't know if the younger guy has brought extra for him. "We've got a shower you can use after that, and I can probably find you some sweats, if you need it."