Mezh sat there, lying on the cold concrete floor propped up on his elbow. His clothes laid out about a meter in front of him. Blood flowed freely from several wounds sustained during the beating, mainly on his face.
His left eye was still sealed shut and was turning a deep shade of purple. His right eye was not in much better shape but he could still see out of it. He sat there for a few moments, gathering the strength to stand.
He let out a grunt as he slowly raised himself up to his feet. His ribs ached with each and every movement, but he managed to get back on his feet. As he took a few steps he began to laugh quietly to himself, despite the severe pain echoing throughout his rib cage.
<i>Those clever bastards... they beat me <b>everywhere</b>... except my legs.</i> He thought to himself as he walked past his clothes strewn across the floor and decided they were an unnecessary luxury as he walked through the door and into the hallway.
He stopped a passerby who marched through the hallway exchanging an awkward glance in his direction.
"Say, Mate. Can you tell me where I might find the infirmary?"
The man stood there for a moment, clearly taken aback by Mezh's brutally beaten physique.
"Um... down the hall and to the left, then take your first right. Do you... need any help?" He replied, still puzzled.
"No thanks, I think I can manage." Mezh replied as he walked down the hall and followed the soldier's instructions.
Mezh reached the door which slid open quickly upon his arrival. It was a small sterile suite which wreaked of bacta and overall did not seem like a welcoming place. There was a human woman who looked to be in her late 40's with dark brown hair that was tied back into a pony tail and a welcoming smile that almost made the small room seem like a nice place to be. As Mezh entered the room he also saw a medical droid standing in the corner next to a bacta tank.
"Welcome, Lieutenant Pauer." We've been expecting you.
Mezh laughed, <i>Those fucking bastards...</i>
"We have prepared a bacta tank, in preparation for your arrival Master Pauer." The medical droid said in a monotone voice.
"Fuck that." Mezh quickly replied, then caught himself. "Excuse me ma'am." He said turning his attention to the woman.
She nodded, unphased by his abuse of the Basic language.
"What I mean to say is, there's no way I'm spending a minute in that Bacta bath."
"Sir, you have sustained numerous injuries to your person, if you do not spend at least 12 hours in our specially prepared batch of high-quality bacta, there is little chance that you will be fit for duty tomorrow." The droid replied matter-of-factly.
"I'll take my chances," Mezh replied, uninterested in the droid's analysis of the situation, "so if you could just patch me up and prescribe a few pills to ease the pain I'll be on my merry way."
"Sir, as your medical practitioner I would not advise that course of action." The droid replied.
"That's okay Two One Bee." The human woman interrupted. "Tape up his ribs, and apply some Kovarian balm to his facial injuries."
"I apologize Mistress Puket, but I am unqualified to perform those operations."
"That's fine Two One Bee, I'll help this patient."
And for the next several moments, the human woman who Mezh Pauer would only ever know as Mistress Puket, patched up his ribs and applied a Kovarian balm to his head and soldiers.
"There you go Lieutenant Pauer, you're all set. I'll have a bottle of our finest Ibuprofen sent to your quarters, on the double." The woman said with a smile.
"Thank you kindly, Ma'am. Can you point me in the direction of the cantina? I could really use a stiff drink right about now."
The woman shook her head, still smiling as she motioned to the map of the premises directly behind here.
Mezh was now a full-fledged member of the Kommandos. He had succeeded. Where his path lead from here was anybody's guess, but for Mezh Pauer, it felt like he already won.
His left eye was still sealed shut and was turning a deep shade of purple. His right eye was not in much better shape but he could still see out of it. He sat there for a few moments, gathering the strength to stand.
He let out a grunt as he slowly raised himself up to his feet. His ribs ached with each and every movement, but he managed to get back on his feet. As he took a few steps he began to laugh quietly to himself, despite the severe pain echoing throughout his rib cage.
<i>Those clever bastards... they beat me <b>everywhere</b>... except my legs.</i> He thought to himself as he walked past his clothes strewn across the floor and decided they were an unnecessary luxury as he walked through the door and into the hallway.
He stopped a passerby who marched through the hallway exchanging an awkward glance in his direction.
"Say, Mate. Can you tell me where I might find the infirmary?"
The man stood there for a moment, clearly taken aback by Mezh's brutally beaten physique.
"Um... down the hall and to the left, then take your first right. Do you... need any help?" He replied, still puzzled.
"No thanks, I think I can manage." Mezh replied as he walked down the hall and followed the soldier's instructions.
Mezh reached the door which slid open quickly upon his arrival. It was a small sterile suite which wreaked of bacta and overall did not seem like a welcoming place. There was a human woman who looked to be in her late 40's with dark brown hair that was tied back into a pony tail and a welcoming smile that almost made the small room seem like a nice place to be. As Mezh entered the room he also saw a medical droid standing in the corner next to a bacta tank.
"Welcome, Lieutenant Pauer." We've been expecting you.
Mezh laughed, <i>Those fucking bastards...</i>
"We have prepared a bacta tank, in preparation for your arrival Master Pauer." The medical droid said in a monotone voice.
"Fuck that." Mezh quickly replied, then caught himself. "Excuse me ma'am." He said turning his attention to the woman.
She nodded, unphased by his abuse of the Basic language.
"What I mean to say is, there's no way I'm spending a minute in that Bacta bath."
"Sir, you have sustained numerous injuries to your person, if you do not spend at least 12 hours in our specially prepared batch of high-quality bacta, there is little chance that you will be fit for duty tomorrow." The droid replied matter-of-factly.
"I'll take my chances," Mezh replied, uninterested in the droid's analysis of the situation, "so if you could just patch me up and prescribe a few pills to ease the pain I'll be on my merry way."
"Sir, as your medical practitioner I would not advise that course of action." The droid replied.
"That's okay Two One Bee." The human woman interrupted. "Tape up his ribs, and apply some Kovarian balm to his facial injuries."
"I apologize Mistress Puket, but I am unqualified to perform those operations."
"That's fine Two One Bee, I'll help this patient."
And for the next several moments, the human woman who Mezh Pauer would only ever know as Mistress Puket, patched up his ribs and applied a Kovarian balm to his head and soldiers.
"There you go Lieutenant Pauer, you're all set. I'll have a bottle of our finest Ibuprofen sent to your quarters, on the double." The woman said with a smile.
"Thank you kindly, Ma'am. Can you point me in the direction of the cantina? I could really use a stiff drink right about now."
The woman shook her head, still smiling as she motioned to the map of the premises directly behind here.
Mezh was now a full-fledged member of the Kommandos. He had succeeded. Where his path lead from here was anybody's guess, but for Mezh Pauer, it felt like he already won.