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OOC: A lot of effort went into this post, I hope it's alright. Here's some music to read to (just right click and go go). Also, this is an open post for whenever anyone wants to visit the Hospital here in the Void for any reason. I'm appending it to my sig so it's easily accessible. Hope you guys enjoy! Also, shamelessly took some formatting inspiration from The Void's page.
Loureaux Medical Center
Loureaux Medical Center
Within the furthermost north-west corner of the Void's Capital District, a structure had recently finished its renovations. A Crucible-operated trauma center, once aptly named 'Crucible MB' had fallen into the hands of a sole proprietor. The once two-floor, rugged medical facility had been completely renovated. Its walls, once steel and industrial were re-painted and layered with an aesthetic white sheen. Three entire floors had been appended upward, colossally increasing the building's heights and potentials. Its proprietor was a single woman - Dr. Kalgarova.
A large hospital faculty had been accrued, ranging from a wide collection of re-purposed GE-3 Protocol Droids (which seemed to have been purchased in bulk) to a collection of sentient nurses and Crucible combat medics serving as the primary building staff. Yet, curiously enough, some additions had been added to the building that raised suspicion. Probe droids skirted the building's perimeter, constantly surveying and watching the hospital grounds around-the-clock.
A large hospital faculty had been accrued, ranging from a wide collection of re-purposed GE-3 Protocol Droids (which seemed to have been purchased in bulk) to a collection of sentient nurses and Crucible combat medics serving as the primary building staff. Yet, curiously enough, some additions had been added to the building that raised suspicion. Probe droids skirted the building's perimeter, constantly surveying and watching the hospital grounds around-the-clock.
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Further suspicions rang surrounding the Hospital's proprietor. Deliberately distant, the Doctor herself was rather difficult to actually reach, save for a visit through the Hospital's emergency room. Her right-hand, however, was another matter. A pony-tailed man consistently gravitated around hospital matters. Wherever the Doctor went, he would shortly follow, surveying the two's surroundings like a hawk while the Doctor conducted business.
The Accord didn't seem to mind. Within a matter of months, the Void had ascertained its first true medical center within its small foothold in the Outer Rim. Traders and visitors often flowed in and out of the hospital, some seeking treatment and others business. Regardless of one's intentions, the hospital doors remained open around the clock, awaiting any visitors.
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Building Exterior
Directly in the forefront of the Hospital courtyard was a vibrant, scarlet sign reading "Loureaux Medical Center." Those familiar with the Kolto industry would instantly recognize the name for its ties within the circles of Manaan. The courtyard itself was laid in concrete, expanding nearly half a block. Along the center of the hospital courtyard grew a small garden, meticulously maintained by a light-green-painted, female-programmed Czerka GE-3 droid dubbed "Betty", who often remained as a stationary, cheerful guard atop the staircase leading to the hospital's courtyard. Several modern benches and chairs were spread throughout the garden, granting it a peaceful veneer amidst the chaos of the Capital district.
The building itself was also modernized - with 4 floors vibrantly revealing the end of the hospital's interior corridors. Curiously enough, to the observant eye, light seemed to refract slightly differently when impacting the glass. Each four glass windows acted as a 1/4 of a moving image, often displaying the approximated wait in the Emergency Room.
Upon approaching the building, its ground floor was noticeably lacking in windows. The walls here seemed thicker than anywhere else along the hospital - indicative of a meticulously guarded emergency room and lobby.
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Emergency Room & Lobby
Upon initial entry to the building's main lobby through the ground floor, one'd find themselves in a rather expansive, circular chamber. The ER walls were a polished, clean white, accompanied by an industrial gray floor tiling. Simplistic and plain in nature, dimmed cylindrical lights were embedded through the ER ceiling - granting it a rather darker level of light than the rest of the hospital, in hopes of accommodating to lifeforms with photophobia. Along the center lies several admittedly-cheap-looking metal seats, where aliens and humans from all over the Asteroid would gather and wait. Immediately adjacent to the glass entryway was a modern bench, attended to by a curiously observant medical droid with large red photoreceptors.
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Upon closer examination, one would notice a curious, soldered plate to the droid's right arm that struck as an anomaly. It was out of place and obstructive, signifying that someone had gone to lengths in order to make the modification for the droid. Given the droid's cold, observant demeanor and hidden compartment along its right arm, it was a given that the droid certainly wasn't monitoring for patient health, and it certainly wasn't there to act as a clerk.[/fancybox4]
Upon closer examination, one would notice a curious, soldered plate to the droid's right arm that struck as an anomaly. It was out of place and obstructive, signifying that someone had gone to lengths in order to make the modification for the droid. Given the droid's cold, observant demeanor and hidden compartment along its right arm, it was a given that the droid certainly wasn't monitoring for patient health, and it certainly wasn't there to act as a clerk.[/fancybox4]
DT-44, he was named. Upon check-in with the droid, an estimated wait time would be delivered, as well as a number. When the droid called, one would be attended.
The Emergency Room is more often where Dr. Kalgarova could be found. Here she was exceptionally thankful of the Crucible's vetted combat medics, who were often the first to physically assess a patient and respond to most injured who'd walk through the ER doors. For the more delicate matters, they'd call higher. Within the emergency room, the largest walled-off space in the circular ground floor, were 12 total adjacent, small bays for immediate assessment and treatment. Each bay encompassed of a small operating table, an overhead camera, as well as a metal cabinet fully stocked with supplies to aid the combat medics and nurses in their aid.
One room, however, remained distinct. It was far more spacious than the other bays and encompassed a local rarity - a fully operational kolto tank, supplied freshly from Manaan. Besides the tank was an elaborate operating table, reserved for Dr. Kalgarova's care. The Crucible's medics often wore gray scrubs and black slacks, having to have adhered to the hospital owner's imposed Dress Code; mirroring her own light-grey labcoat.
[fancybox4=http://i.imgur.com/Ej7F8NV.png] Doctor Kalgarova was most often seen sporting a light-gray labcoat, having grown a bit weary of the traditional white. More often than not, a collared shirt adorned her chest while accompanying a golden, pearled necklace, purchased several years ago during a now-bitter Alderaanian honeymoon. Her hair was combed to the side, with a close buzz-cut along the opposite side of her head. A pair of prescription-less, black-rimmed spectacles rested atop the bridge of nose, primitive in nature - though the pinnacle of current Alderaanian Fashion.
A rather deep scar hugged her upper left cheek, having been sliced during a Twi'Lek protest upon her arrival on the Void. Her eyes were an abyssal black, varied in expression in accordance with whom she addressed. More often than not, however, they carried a cold gaze - a must for any vetted surgeon that dealt with death on the daily.
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A rather deep scar hugged her upper left cheek, having been sliced during a Twi'Lek protest upon her arrival on the Void. Her eyes were an abyssal black, varied in expression in accordance with whom she addressed. More often than not, however, they carried a cold gaze - a must for any vetted surgeon that dealt with death on the daily.
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Patient Quarters & Bays
The Patient bays encompassed the 2nd to 4th floors of hospital building, granting open care and treatment to those who required continual aid or time to recover after a procedure or injury. The floors were far more industrial than the ER's - the hallways were covered with steel grates to liquid ventilation should a spill occur. The patient bays were, admittedly, rather small - encompassing of little more than a bed that monitored their vitals and a small overhead terminal for recreation and communication. Each bay's door was a tinted light blue, the glass doors being automated to open upon approach.
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Along each of the droid's center chassis was an embedded blaster, stored beneath two thick durasteel plates for additional protection. Someone had taken great care in the modification of these droids, extending the security measures along each floor of the patient bays. [/fancybox4]
Along each of the droid's center chassis was an embedded blaster, stored beneath two thick durasteel plates for additional protection. Someone had taken great care in the modification of these droids, extending the security measures along each floor of the patient bays. [/fancybox4]
A curiosity wandered the halls, however. A K-X12 Probe Droid floated in clear patrol of each floor's hallways, taking stock of its surroundings with its vibrant red photoreceptor.
Along the corridors, gray-scrub-toting medics and nurses wandered the halls, routinely visiting each patient. In each bay floor, an administrative desk could be found, headed by a GE-3 Protocol Droid with a male voicebox. The administration desks were cheap and industrial, though they were embedded with built-in holographic displays for the Clerk droid and personnel's use.
Along each floor were 6 Kolto Tanks - all lined across the far side of Clerk's Desk and adjacent to the elevator, leading to a total of 19 kolto tanks within the hospital. Admittedly enough, accessibility to one of the tanks was rather limited, having a firm mandate on the necessity of upfront payment and fees for their use, there-in limiting them from most of those who could not afford them and opted for cheaper, slower recovery methods instead.
Clearly, there was a limit to the Hospital Proprietor's sense of altruism.
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BioChem Lab, Logistics & Cybernetics
The final floor atop the hospital building was keenly guarded - this time by Armed Crucible personnel. Upon exiting the elevator, one would be immediately questioned, save for two people. With security's blessings, the BioChem lab and Cybernetics wing could be reached. Given the Galaxy's growing need for cybernetics and prosthetic care, Dr. Kalgarova sought a small team of Engineers from within the Crucible's ranks, acquiring a small tech wing for her hospital. Most prosthetic issues, save for the nerve endings, were a technical problem and not a biological one. Excluding particularly complicated jobs, this small corner of the building was mostly unused. The Cybernetics wing was composed of 3 Engineers with a collection of rudimentary metals and electrical components to assist in the repair and maintenance of basic prosthetics. Each Engineer was given a workbench, appended with an overhead compartment for materials and resources.
The other 3/4s of the top floor, however, was Artemis' domain. The BioChemistry lab was focused on the development of off-shelf pharmaceuticals and adrenals. Here, everything from the hospitals basic antibiotics to a Soldier's combat stimulant was developed. The Doctor had abandoned her pursuits in Kolto research, having proven to exceed the hospital's current budget. The BioChem lab was a tight, brightly-illuminated corridor, with a small operating table at the end that had yet to see use. Along the walls of the entire corridor were chemicals and herbs from distant corners of the Galaxy, having been ordered along the Doctor's specific charter.
The BioChem lab was staffed by two droids - the only full-blown Medical Droids in the entire building.
[fancybox4=http://vignette1.wikia.nocookie.net/starwars/images/0/0f/MedicalDroid-TOR.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20100521163648]Morphine, kolto, antibiotics, painkillers - most of it passed 2-8T and 2-9T. 2-8T, the light-blue droid, was tasked with consistently managing and accounting for all the hospital's wares in and out, monitoring the hospital's supply expenditures and requisitions. Within the droid's mind lied access to the bank's continuously shifting funds, both in and out. 2-9T served as the primary Chemist, managing the production of goods as demanded by 2-9T for on-the-spot production, rather than continuous supply shipping.[/fancybox4]
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Kalgarova's Quarters
Upon entry to the hospital's primary elevator, one would notice a small curiosity - a light red key card reader. Upon activation, the Elevator would then descend towards an underground floor, Dr. Kalgarova's residential quarters. It was clear that great care had gone in making the small apartment as hospitable as possible. Wooden boards were elegantly laid across the ceiling and walls, granting the venue a traditional, yet modern, aesthetic. A large terminal awaited on the far end of the chamber. Three monitors laid atop a glass table, all encompassing a different purpose. The far left carried a continual stream of data shipped directly from 2-8T, overseeing the hospital's economy and, there-in, her economy. She'd invested nearly every credit she'd left Manaan with on this hospital, certain of its positive ROI after some time, given the hospital's exclusivity as the only health care center within the Asteroid.
The only one that wouldn't steal your liver, anyway.
The center terminal oversaw her own personal affairs and was connected directly to her personal comlink. The right furthermost was a personal nuance of hers - which relayed the vitals of every single patient directly to her display. Any sudden drop in heart rate or similar abnormality would lead to her immediate notification, and further investigation.
An oft-deactivated GE-3 protocol droid stood patiently within the apartment's kitchen, a short distance away from a mahogany wine cabinet. Though certainly smaller than she'd grown used to, the apartment carried a humbling simplicity for the affluent businesswoman. A refreshing change of pace, given her prior background of manors.
Oddly enough, the apartment was only for one. Her pony-tailed bodyguard resided elsewhere, though likely still within close proximity.
Here, she'd rest. Branding the hospital with the Loureaux name was a risky move, given the bullseye on the back of her head among Desajilic circles, yet she was certain she'd undergone every necessary security measure she could to guarantee herself a comfortable night's sleep.
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And so the hospital was fully operational. Those who sought the Doctor need only go to the front desk and state their business, or go the darker corners of the commercial district and wind up at her hospital floors, regardless. A nearly fully-automated operation, overseen by Loureaux Medical Research & Development's old Chairman of the Board of Directors. Though the hospital was hardly comparable, economically-speaking, to the Kolto Industry, it was still profitable enough for her - and Vas - to remain afloat within the Asteroid Colony.
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