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Roman Antilles

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Roman glanced at the edge of his sword, a trail of blood still glued to the metallic surface as he slashed through the chest of his enemy. Two robed men were already downed near his feet while the other was gravely injured. The sith himself had also sustained a few injuries, considering he was without his armor and merely dressed barechested with only a cloak surrounding his figure. Reaching for the personal navigator strapped to his waist line, he alerted a signal. Rumors had discussed the presence of secretive medical personnel, one such that the Legionnaire had an interest in learning about. Her work was regarded highly through whispers in the streets, perhaps she would be of greater use to him in the long run.

Considering his prey and he were injured, there was no better time to utilize her talents. The basement lair was underground what appeared as an abandoned banking institution, though often times, several criminals would use this as a rendezvous location. A trio of brothers were his target,
Roman had information that they possessed the location of a relic he sought but unfortunately during the heat of battle he had unwillingly already killed two of them. Hence the location and whereabouts depended on his last victim remaining alive to tell the tale.

The injured man was barely moving on the ground, too incapacitated from his wounds to display any further resistance.
Roman glanced at him for a moment and then tossed the sword to the side, settling himself on a counter top and reaching for the nearest bottle of liquor. Alcohol's bitter after taste was soothing but also lowered some of the pain..

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There were times the Doctor seriously considered a career change.

Her latest line of patients were several low-key mob and Syndicate members, along with a few mixed races and even a Mandalorian. However, time and time again it was for things such as blaster wounds. No broken bones, no serious injuries or grave necessities for thoracic surgery. She had her talents in diagnostics and general practice, sure, but all in all it was so...

Boring.

So consider her surprise when her professional datapad pinged with an unfamiliar tag. Coruscant... she frowned, remembering the last time she had braved anything closer than the Inner Rim. And though she was already planet-side, it didn't help she was just now relaxing from another combative patient. At least the Quad-Five was secure... but she wanted to just have one lazy day.

It didn't take long to track coordinates.

She grimaced at the appearance of the abandoned bank; something sepulchral never boded well for medical professionals of any vein. But a case was a case, and after the expense of her own ship she was limited on credits again. The tune of being nearly wrung out by living and medical supply expense was rapidly getting old.

She had donned on her armor, and a stun blaster. You never knew in these rougher parts of town.

As she descended, it was the smell that hit her first. Iron tang that it was, she could recognize it from miles away... blood.

She placed her hand at her hip near her blaster, just in case her patient was the sort to ambush and torture. These days, in this type of galaxy, a Doctor could never be too careful...


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Roman looked down at his injuries before shifting his attention upwards as the noise of footsteps descending stairs outside ruffled into the small basement lair they were in. He moved towards the door and opened just as the doctor was threading carefully to its entrance. He looked at her for a moment with a side-ways look, smirking at the blaster and the caution she was obviously practicing. "Dr. Morata I take it?" He asked, nursing a few bleeding wounds and open flesh injuries he still extended his hand out for a formal greeting. "Roman, thanks for coming on such short notice..." He said.

Roman motioned towards the two dead corpses on the grounds behind him as well as the still surviving enemy he had fought moments earlier. "I apologize for the mess, though I suppose some things couldn't be helped.." He remarked, a slight chuckle in the tone of his voice. "I'll be okay but if you could tend to that one first, I need him alive..otherwise Im afraid all this effort would have been for nothing.." He said to her.

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Ah.

She was no stranger to dead bodies; she had seen plenty during her service with the Syndicate and other gang affiliates, but it was mildly annoying her patient called her here for two patients rather than one. He could have warned her. Or better yet, have called for two physicians. She wouldn't have minded leaving even a medical droid to attend to the man while she attended to his victim.

She perked a white brow at his rather blasé talk of his victims. And she knew they were his. The wounds on his body were mostly defensive wounds. And the air crackled with something... it was almost malevolent.

"
Let me get this straight." Her arms crossed as she pulled her hand from her blaster, briefcase still in hand. "You called for a doctor... to heal someone you nearly killed. I'm sure it's not remorse for murder," she sighed, then shrugged.

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Whatever, I don't really care. I suppose I can send you his bill later," she rasped dryly, stalking past.

She recoiled at the stench inside; it was perhaps something that the bowels of Coruscant always leaked, but it was a definite stench. Despair. Filth. So many bodies that stacked within the city planet.

She knelt next to the body; he was mostly lucid, but she wasn't taking chances. A small dose of nerve block with a hypospray and he wouldn't feel a thing for those superficial wounds... but it was the slash against his chest that annoyed her. A thing like this was his concern? Some stitches with the laser cauterizer, basic bacta and bandage application. But he needed some transfusion, and she wasn't going to waste precious synth if he was just going to die later.

She scowled as she opened her briefcase, snapping on her gloves.

This was going to take some time and fancy stitching, but she could make do with what little she had. After all, he knew she cost a pretty penny. And she would make a mint this day... perhaps enough to finally purchase an assistant of some reliance and stability. Or even better yet, a mobile practice. But first, to treat her first patient. And then to tend to the other one that had actually summoned her, and treat him.

But there was something about this one... something about him that reminded her of someone else she had met, some time ago. She wondered if that patient had done as she ordered.

Probably not. This galaxy was notorious for its' utter lack of regard for doctor's warnings.


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Roman shrugged at her retrospective questioning, rather innocently might he add. "I guess that's the jist of it.." He said, laughing lightly to see if she would take a joke or be one of those super serious doctor types. He quite honestly didn't care too much, as long as she was able to heal the victim as well as his own injuries. If she did a super job, he wouldn't mind paying her extra for the additional services. "That's fine.." He said, as she discussed the service' bill, "I just need him to survive, hopefully with minimal cognitive injury.." He added, a touch of sarcastic tone underlaced in his wording.

He watched her for a moment before removing the cloak around his shoulders, exposing his full bare-chested torso and their numerous slashed injuries decorating the flesh. For now he waited for her to finish with the other male before she would tend to him. In meanwhile, he had to take care of this nagging pain and nursed it more with an additional shot of Whiskey. Glancing at her for a second he pointed the bottle and offered,
"Would you like some?"

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Truth be told, she was hardly surprised.

Information seemed the deepest cause for concern. She did not enjoy treating patients whose life spans were shorter by their antagonists; she would treat him, but she would not say anything.

Instead she knelt to her work, stemming the bleeding, cleaning, cauterizing, then stitching back together. But there was the issue of being stabbed in the chest. Thankfully he seemed to avoid the stomach area, but he did nick the pleural cavity...

She had not even processed he asked anything until she was nearly done. It had been nearly an hour of her kneeling, adjusting the patient, giving an infusion. She sighed when she was done; her knees and back ached, her eyes gritty and mouth paper-dry.

"
He's stable."

Her patient had passed out sometime during the operation; she didn't have any anesthesia, but nerve block at least took out some of the pain away, and when he would come to he would at least not be entirely blinded by the pain of it all.

She shucked off her gloves, then slowly rose, wincing at the snap at the base of her spine, lower legs almost dead asleep. It burned just to move; along with her own usual miasma of hurt buried beneath control, it gnawed away at her control. She'd have to scrub off again, then see to her next patient. While she was doing that, she glanced at him, lips pursed.

"
No drinks until I'm done with you. Then we'll see." Her voice rasped even more than usual; her deadpan expression hadn't shifted in the least. Most of it seemed to be nicks and contusions; like his victims, he had some cuts, a burn.

The galaxy was nothing but original when it came to injuries.

She sighed and bent to grip her medical bag, bringing it over. She prepped the hypospray, then gazed straight into Roman's eyes.

"
You're gonna feel a massive pinch. Try to be still, I'm almost all out of painkillers and don't intend to waste them."

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Roman lofted a brow as she attended to the victim first, stabilizing the male within a few minutes. There were only certain things that impressed him in this world, being a force user and a worshiper of the dark side. Though, superb medical skills were not seen everyday and this woman certainly seemed to be worth her price. The victim rolled to his side with the treatment, slowly regaining consciousness and being able to move his arms and legs. He was still far from perfect shape and in no condition to immediately pose a flight risk; as such, the legionnaire merely shifted his attention to the physician.

"Do whatever you need to.." He said bluntly, bracing himself for the pain as she began the treatment. Face grimaced widely, eyes shutting close almost to the point that his eyelids carved pressure against one another. In the interim, he opened momentarily with a pause in treatment, downing another gulp of the whiskey. He set the bottle on the countertop next to them, eyes drifting towards his wounds as he watched the doctor continue her art of healing.

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Hmm.

Most would be indignant at her lack of reaction, though that was perhaps they didn't expect a doctor without sympathy. It was precisely why she loathed holovids that presented Doctors as chums or good ol' boys. She knew there were droids, too, that could probably be far more capable as medics than she was as a doctor. But she had her edge above both peer and precise droids.

An edge she often used to unknown advantage.

She could usually read a person, as most were as open as an unlocked holo. But this... man... being... seemed less open. She had her dealings with thugs before, and he seemed different from other thugs. There was that same feeling... that sour edge to the markings of his own identity within the galaxy.

Perhaps she was tired... or he knew something of empathic ability. She wasn't going to question it.

She bent to her work, and it was another many minutes of stony silence that she was finally even remotely close to finished. By the time she was her eyes were gritty in the ambient light, and she slowly put away her kit, stripping off her gloves and pulling out the antibacterial and antiviral wash.

No use spreading anything around; she was not keen on being the subject of yet another medical article.

"
Done." Amber eyes glinted with an edge of exhaustion, but she did not once relax her spine, shoulders set and mouth firm.

"
So how about that drink."

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