Watching the Detectives
It wasn't long after word of the Jedi Temple Bombing spread throughout the Watchers that I received a message.
Master Althean-
By now I assume you are aware of the Jedi Temple Bombing, and I believe your expertise will be essential in the Abyss Watcher investigation.
Meet me in the conference room in two hours and bring your medical kit.
-Mitth'raw'nuruodo, "Thrawn"
I went into the conference room two hours from when the message was sent and saw Thrawn already in the room.
"I'll keep this brief. I want you on the job because you are both combat-capable and trained in medicine. Specifically, trauma medicine. You know how to properly neutralize a fit woman around the age of 50. You are also capable of keeping track of one and being able to take care of it on a moment's notice."
I sputtered for a moment. "The...yes. Probably two and a half migs per kig of propofol, because if my guess is right her system's probably a little resistant." I blew out a breath. "There's really two kinds of people that catalogue the strengths and weaknesses of the human body. Healers and assassins, and the line that separates the two...I won't kill her. That doesn't mean I won't neutralize her if I have to, but there's plenty of extremely powerful sedatives I can use, as well as at least one grapple finisher you might be familiar with. Matukai self-strengthening techniques make grappling rather effective as a form of restraint. Best if I look like a harmless doctor with a side of eternal student."
Thrawn smiled, shook his head. "I picked you because you performed admirably the last time subtlety was needed for a medical task. I fully believe you can handle this one. She's human, and I believe you can estimate her weight once you see her to get the proper dosage. Killing her is not acceptable, and neither is insufficiently dosing her. While I believe she is likely of sufficient mental stability for this operation, I also believe in having failsafes."
On the way to Coruscant, I gauged Arla Fett. Probably somewhere in the neighborhood of sixty kilos. I had my medical kit with me and a syringe where I pulled up a 150 mg dose of propofol, keeping the syringe in a pocket. I otherwise kept watch over Arla Fett but stayed to myself, checking and rechecking my medical kit.
We arrived in a safehouse on Coruscant and unpacked. I'd played a game or two of Quadrant with Dani to pass the time, and then we got to talking about the bomb.
I mentioned that while the action itself was deplorable and I hoped we caught whoever was responsible, I was interested in how they'd managed the bombing.
"I thought you were a medic by training!" I heard Miss Plenar insist.
I grinned. "The study of medical science consists of a number of scientific fields, including organic chemistry. Back when I was studying it, there was a NetJournal I used to read by a professional chemist about Things They Won't Work With. It was a raconteur's guide to some of the most unpleasant or scary chemicals around. There was an entry about a substance that would burn sand and at least half a dozen about particularly explosive chemicals. If there's any trace left I might be able to run chemical analysis and figure out what it was that blew up."
"You know how do that?" She asked.
"Mostly. I'd need to have the reference for what the different peaks and shapes on the spectrometer actually mean, and some different chemical references, but yeah, I could work it out. They didn't let you have the references in class, but class was years and years ago, so I'd call that a draw. I did get a 95 in the class." I didn't need to tell her that I only got a 60 in that section.
It was then I heard Arla speak up. "You'll be looking for nitro groups, a compound with a lot of nitrogens and oxygens attached to relatively few carbons."
I pulled up the articles from the NetJournal on my datapad. "Several sections of this category could just as accurately be called Things That Want To Suddenly And Explosively Turn Back Into Elemental Nitrogen Without Warning. Today's item goes a step further and adds more oxygen and makes the crystal packing tighter, which raises the all-important kapow/gram ratio. There is, of course, little reason to do this unless you feel that life is empty without sudden loud noises."
The room burst into laughter as I continued to read. Hopefully all I would have to do is tell stories, listen, and watch Arla Fett for signs of instability necessitating sedation...without letting on that this was what I was doing.
Any actual investigation I got done while I was there would be a plus.
All in all, though, not a bad first job as an Abyss Walker. Other than the fact that if I screwed this up I'd have Jango Fett out to skin me alive, which was plenty enough to keep me on my toes.
A/N: To make the "cite your sources" echo in my brain stop,
Things I Won't Work With is both real and really funny. Entertaining in other fashions is a certain Elvis Costello
song.