(Omake) Inner Peace Through Outer Means (Canon)
Barondoctor
The things I chase come to me.
- Location
- The other side of the mirror
- Pronouns
- He/His/Him
Inner Peace through Outer Means
It was nice to be learning things again, even while I was working as the medic in Grievous' unit. It reminded me of moonlighting in the emergency room back on Byblos while I was going through my degree program. Work a bunch, keep people from dying, patch some wounds, wrap some strained joints, and then at night go learn things.
Tonight? Tonight was all about figuring out the whole self-sense in the Force thing. Focus on my connection, find it, and figure out how to purge poisons from my system. I had tomorrow morning off, and I wanted to start with something easy. So I made a cup full of what I called hypercaf--cold-brew caf made with an energy drink instead of water. Most people either can't handle the taste or the jolted sensation afterward, but I have to keep up with a full squad of Kaleesh. We were up against a squad of battle droids armed with blasters that had been stripped of their lethal setting, per previously agreed training protocol.
Of those who counted themselves among Grievous' unit, only I was armed with any sort of energy weapon--my fire blade. We'd left the other blasters back on the ship. Slugthrowers and melee weapons only, Grievous' orders.
I sat in my tent, sensing how the hypercaf affected my presence in the Force. I called up my internal fire, realized that to my senses it was an odd red, where normally it was a warm golden color. I focused on changing the color back to gold, on disassembling the hypercaf and pulling it out of my system. It was then that I remembered my medical training. If I was successfully taking something out of my circulation, it would end up...going through my kidneys and into my bladder.
A few minutes later I returned to my tent, the solution to that problem obvious if mundane. I wondered if Master Veskasa had a better way around it, but...huh. All right. That actually worked.
I took a calm deep breath, and could have sworn I heard Grievous moving. I got out of my tent and noticed him on the edge of camp, waiting.
I looked around for Donny. Ah, yep, there he was. But if Grievous was here, and Donny was there...
I took a deep breath and attempted to contort my voice into the cry of a daylight creature here, the signal that something was wrong.
Donny caught it right away and headed for me. "What is it, Rip?"
I looked around. "Grievous has our six. Which means...well...he wants to see how we're reacting to what's in front of us. Which means clankers up ahead. Do what you can to get people on station and mess up the droids."
Donny did a general survey of the area. "How the kark did you pick up that he'd gone? I'm on watch and I didn't see it. Aren't you supposed to be asleep?"
Oh flarg. I didn't dare explain the whole Matukai thing. "It's my job to keep track of everybody in the unit. We've been in the thick of this stuff since I joined up, at least four major episodes a year, and we haven't had any fatalities. That's not luck, or by accident. As I understand it, it's the job of everybody else in the unit to be the most terrifyingly effective squad in the galaxy. It's my job to keep you all alive and healthy." Donny seemed to buy that. Good.
"Right then, Rip. Keep your head down. We'll clear them out."
I stared at Donny. "Like hell I will. Do no harm, nor by inaction allow it. Besides, they're droids."
I walked away from that conversation with my hands shaking. Not the threat of combat. Look, that was a done deal. No. Danger sense, powers of persuasion, the ability to handle poisons...I was starting to move like a kriffing Jedi, or something. And I'd prided myself on being the sane one in Grievous' unit.
A/N: Riphath still working on the whole Matukai thing. Also, yes, Grievous is exactly the sort of guy whose medic would end up with the nickname "Doctor Rip".
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