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Post by Deleted on Feb 20, 2012 20:31:50 GMT -5
“Over my dead body I’m going to the med bay,” Kayla snapped as she came to even though she was still out of it. Only way to get her to shut up was by using a tranquilizer which wouldn’t have much effect. She tried to break free, but it didn’t work so she slipped into unconsciousness for now.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 20, 2012 20:42:38 GMT -5
"Finally!" Chopper sighed with relief as Kayla slipped unconscious. It was about bloody time she shut up. Her squirming had almost made him drop her, but he made do and started running.
The rest of the ship showed little signs of battle, just troopers running back and forth with weapons and supplies, then running into a different room. They hardly gave him a glance as he ran past. A pair nodded to him and ran to the control room, but Chopper could careless.
'Med bay, Med bay, med bay... hell where is it?!'
He slid around a corner, avoided another pair of clones, and continued running. There it was! And about time too!
He came to a stop once he was inside. There were a few other clones in here, various medics running about to help them. Chopper took the liberty to bring Kayla to an empty bed. He carefully layed her flat and looked around for a medic.
"HEY!" He called as one passed by. He made quick of explaining the spider droid bolt, as well as the commando droid attack. The medic nodded and left to fetcha few supplies.
Chopper looked down at Kayla and frowned. "You better behave." He muttered, even though he knew she probably couldn't hear him.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 20, 2012 21:07:01 GMT -5
A clone medic came in and hooked Kayla up to an IV into her arm. Another medic walked over towards Kayla and noticed the blood.
Clone medic JK-659 gasped. “My God,” he grumbled as he glanced at Chopper. “What the hell happened?” he asked. He glanced at Kayla’s wounded shoulder. “Gonna have to cut her shirt in order to look at the wound. Get her a gown.”
Kayla slowly opened her eyes and caught site of the needle as it was injected into her arm to put her to sleep. The clone trooper looked like a droid to her hazy vision. “…Get the fuck away from me,” she snapped as she sent a Force-push at the clone sending it flying across the room.
“AH!!!” Clone trooper KJ-456 said as he hit the wall when he was slung.
“Damn Chopper,” KJ-659 mused. “She’s a Jedi?”
“You could say that along with a shit load of other things which I ain’t telling and unless you want me to shoot you in the balls I advise you to get that fucking shit away from me,” Kayla retorted hotly as she glared at KJ-659. She glanced at Chopper. “Is there a reason I shouldn’t smack you upside the head?” she asked sarcastically. She was slightly out of her mind with pain. Secretly she was grateful to be in the med center, but she didn’t care much for them.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 20, 2012 21:37:21 GMT -5
"Hey, HEY!"
Chopper pushed the medic aside and hurried around the side of the bed. He hurried over to the top of the bed and loomed over her head.
"Honestly! Punching out the medics isn't going to solve anything. Swear all you want Kay---mmander! Stop taking it out on the medics. Don't make me punch you out cold." He threatened, leaning forward so he could make his point clear.
"Yes there is a reason. I'm saved your ass. So shut up, suck it up, and deal with it. You need help in a field I don't know much about. So cry me a river!" He retorted angrily.
He squated down and whispered to her.
"I'm a survivor, and if it takes one to know one, then there's your proof. You're a survivor. You want to live? Let them help you. They're the only ones that can. You'll be better before you know it, then you can leave!"
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Post by Deleted on Feb 20, 2012 21:59:00 GMT -5
Kayla outright glared at Chopper and snorted with groan. “This coming from a clone who punches his brothers?” she retorted with a snort. “And not my fault my brain played tricks on me and made me think one those clones was a commando droid,” she grumbled. “And your balls would be shot off before you could even punch me out cold,” she growled, glaring daggers at him.
“Not my fault I have a phoebia with medics,” she grumbled as she rolled her eyes.
He made a valid point though even though she didn’t want to admit it. “Fine,” she said as she grumbled. “I’ll let them do what they need to do, but I won’t like it,” she added. “Though they better knock me out with some meds otherwise I’ll end up smacking one of them in the head.” She blinked when he said that she could leave when she got better. She smiled. “As if you could get rid of me that easily,” she said as she reached out and touched his cheek softly as the meds started to kick in and her eyes slowly closed.
“Damn that was interesting,” KJ-659 mused as he glanced at Chopper. “You staying in here with her while we operate on her?” he asked.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 20, 2012 22:11:13 GMT -5
Chopper froze up as she touched his cheek, surprised beyond all belief. Although he couldn't help the smile that creeped up half his face cheesily. Was it a relief or not to figure out that she wouldn't be leaving soon. He didn't really know what to think. The inner turmoil was going to kill him if he dreaded on it much longer. He lifted a hand to gently remove her hand and place it by her side. The movement in his fingers reminded him of his swelling knuckles.
"Uhh... Umm... I-" He cleared his throat and pointed to a chair, making eye contact with KJ-659. "My chair." He managed at last, standing back up.
"I'm going to get my hands checked. Then I'll be back." He adjusted his helmet on the table top by her bed so it was square and facing the front. He looked over at Kayla once more, then to the medic, and gumbling went to go find another medic.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 20, 2012 22:20:51 GMT -5
Kayla continued to sleep without having so much as a care in the world.
“While you get those hands checked we’ll get her propped and like hell I’m gonna attempt to operate on her knowing she’ll wake up and throw a fit,” he said as he glared at Kayla. “You ma’am are a weird human being,” KJ-659 added.
“Shut up Chopper or I’ll shoot you in the balls,” Kayla grumbled in her sleep as she turned over on her right shoulder.
“Don’t roll on that side,” KJ-659 grumbled.
“I’ll roll where I want to,” Kayla said in her sleep as she as she smacked KJ-659 as she rolled on her left side.
KJ-659 growled. “Damn it,” he said as he cut her shirt to work on the wound. “Those damn drugs better work,” he added.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 20, 2012 22:28:25 GMT -5
Chopper couldn't help but laugh as he left the pair. Fair enough, it should be quick. Just a few busted knuckles, that's all.
~*-=-*~
Well, a good while later Chopper returned and flopped into 'his chair'. He mumbled angrily and massaged his wrists. The armor had been stripped to his elbows, the black lining rolled up to reveal his forarms. The knuckles were split and bruised like hell. There were stitches in a few, and from the middle of his fingers to his wrists were wrapped in thick bandages. The blood was already beginning to soak through.
Chopper, grogy from what ever they gave him, set the armour plates from his forarms onto the table by his helmet. He flopped back into his chair and studied Kayla's face. What on earth was he gonna do? He sighed.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 20, 2012 22:48:20 GMT -5
KJ-659 growled. “Damn it,” he mused as he continued to work on Kayla’s shoulder. “This commander is one lucky son of a bitch,” he said.
Kayla was about to move, but KJ-659 looked at the other medic that came into the room.
“Press that button there so we can strap her down,” he said. “She doesn’t like staying in place,” he grumbled.
The other medic pressed the button and strapped Kayla to the bed.
Kayla tried to raise up and couldn’t and opened her eyes up. “What the hell?” she asked groggy. “You guys ain’t done yet?” she snapped. “Hate to say it tranq doesn’t last long,” she said with a chuckle as she yawned.
She glanced at Chopper. “Have you been punching out droids or officers again?” she asked raising an eyebrow.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 20, 2012 22:55:48 GMT -5
"Stop fussing, moving, swearing, or anything of the sort. You'll re-open the wounds and then have to stay here longer. It's your rolling and flailing around that's preventing them from starting."
Chopper rolled his head back up so he cold see Kayla, he had nodded off and his head had drooped. He took a deep breath, then exhauled loudly.
He blinked lazily a few times, her face coming into focus.
"We've been over this. I didn't punch an officer." He grumbled. "I tripped and the wire cutters flew from my hands." He stretched his legs and shuffled to get more comfortable, slouching slightly.
He raised his bandaged hands, as if he didn't know that they were wrapped up.
"You were there, remember? It shot you. I punched it's face out. The stitches are from the medic's teeth..."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 21, 2012 7:48:13 GMT -5
“You popping off her to every time isn’t helping the matter,” he mused.
Kayla glared. “Oh, sure blame the patient,” she said, rolling her eyes. “Besides I’m onboard a ship infested with men so someone has to keep a steady head to keep you guys in line,” she said groogly.
“That made no damn sense,” the medic said, shaking his head. “You can stay talking just try not to move your shoulder so much.”
“Kind of hard to do when you’re over here freezing with just pants and bra on,” Kayla said sarcastically.
“….” The medic grabbed a blanket and put it on her. “Crazy,” he grumbled.
“Bite me,” Kayla snapped as she flicked her middle finger up at the medic. She glanced at Chopper and blinked when he told her not to swear and such.
“Again I ask you since when do I listen to you,” she said, shaking her head. When he mentioned punching out a medic, she frowned at him. “Now I remember you beating the hell out of a droid, but I don’t remember you punching a medic in the mouth,” she said as she propped herself on her elbows to relax as she rested her palms on her face. "On second thought, I don't think I want to even know," she added, shaking her head.
“You better quit punching out medics,” she said sternly at Chopper. “What did you tell me early that doesn’t solve anything,” she added with a grumble then she saw the tranquilizer. "What the---" She blinked.
"It's not for you," Medic said with a snort. "God knows I don't want to get knocked out by you," he added in a grumble.
Kayla chuckled. "Doesn't sound like a bad..." She yawned. "...Idea," she finished as she closed her eyes and opened them again as she glanced at Chopper. "And I like to see you get rid of me," she added with a smirk as she winked at Chopper.
“Again Chopper where in the hell did you find her at?” asked KJ-877. “How in the hell did the Jedi even put up with her? With her foul mouth I would be surprised if she lasted that long.”
"Damn about time those meds kicked in," Medic said as he glanced at Chopper. "Where in the hell did she come from or where for that matter?" he asked as he finished up patching up her shoulder.
He glanced at Chopper. "If I didn't know any better, boss," he mused. "I think she likes you," he added with a grin behind his helmet so Chopper couldn't punch him in the face. “Her shoulder is all patched up. You staying until she wakes up? She probably will throw a fit when she wakes up.”
Kayla continued to sleep peacefully. She was sore and tired and decided to not make a fuss.
(OOC: This is a long post lol. Feel free to have the men chit chat a little.)
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Post by Deleted on Feb 21, 2012 12:52:31 GMT -5
Chopper rubbed his temples as best as he could with bandaged hands.
"I know, I KNOW! The knuckles were swelling and he tried to take the gloves off. It hurt.... a lot." He mumbled, the drugs beginning to wear off. "Then he tried to put something on it, I dunno what it was but it hurt like hell. I got angry and punched his teeth... I wasn't aiming for teeth, but it just happened to be so. It split the knuckles, so he had to stictch them."
Chopper thought it best to continue with his origional idea. If they knew she wasn't with the jedi anymore, but instead was off running about as a bounty hunter they'd call the general.
"I dunno. One moment I was working, and the next some guy is dropping her off at my door step. 'Show the Commander around Chopper!' Yeah, great." He chuckled, sitting back and relaxing into the chair. "You have NO idea what she's like. This is in a semi-decent mood."
He gave the medic a look that would have brought death. His mismatched eyes blinked once, then narrowed.
"Honestly, I'd hate to have to punch out another medic. You're just lucky I can't feel half my fingers." He grumbled. "She's gonna be hell when she wakes up, so yeah. In order to keep you all from being ilimintaed, yeah. I'll stay."
He crossed his feet at the ankles, and folded his arms across his chest carefully to avoid hurting them further. He was still a little drowsy, but he'd do his best to stay awake until Kayla comes to.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 21, 2012 13:24:53 GMT -5
KJ-877 blinked. “Semi-decent?” he asked in disbelief as he snorted. “God help us all if we have another Chopper.”
”From what I seen,” KJ-542 said as he carried in Kayla’s backpack. “She is another version of Chopper made over in the human form,” he said with a chuckle.
”Better shut it, KJ-542,” KJ-877 said as he glanced at Chopper. “He may deck you one,” he added as he bandaged Kayla's head.
“Well I’m out of here before she wakes up and throws a fit,” KJ-542 said.
”No it’s your turn to deal with her,” KJ-877 said as KJ-542 glared at him in indignity.
”You got to kidding,” he grumbled. He gave Chopper some bacta. “Here use that on your hands,” he added.
***A Few Hours Later***
Kayla started to stir in her sleep. “…What the hell is keeping me pent down?” she mumbled as she tried to turn on her back and couldn’t. She felt the metal binding that held her in place and she knew that she didn't have a shirt on which meant she was in her bra obviously. Lovely. Stupid medic forgot to remove it.
“Why in the hell am I pinned to this bed?” she asked as she snorted. “It I didn’t feel like I just got run over by a fifty pound bantha I would shoot the medic in the head. Now if one of you don’t mind unstrap me before I act on said threat.”
”Knew I forgot something,” KJ-542 said as he chuckled and walked over to Kayla's bed and pressed the button to release the strap and threw her shirt to put on.
"Dumbass," she grumbled under her breath as she shook her head as she rolled herself over onto her back and groaned and caught the shirt and snorted. "Like it would do me good to put this on with a sling on," she said sarcastically. She glanced at Chopper and looked at his hands. "You come over here and bring that bacta," she said as she waggled her finger at him. "Let me bandage them up unless you want me to find another excuse to yell about something." She smirked playfully as she sat up and leaned against the pillows. "And nope you ain't getting rid of me yet," she added with a smug smile on her face.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 21, 2012 16:29:01 GMT -5
Chopper just grunted as the medics fussed about. They had a lot in common, Chopper wouldn't deny that. But he didn't want the whole ship's company yelling it around. He sat there with a rebelious face and just gave the occasional death glare. Honestly, when do medics learn to shut up? The offer to punch them out was tempting, but Chopper just resorted to grumbling angrily.
Chopper raised an eyebrow as she woke up. He was expecting a far lot worse. He looked at his hands, flexing them slowly. With a heavy sigh, he stood up and walked over, making sure to have the bacta with him.
"Comfy?" He asked as he watched her sit against the pillows. Best to avoid the 'pissing her off' kind of conversation, and just do as directed.
Chopper approached and sat on the edge of the bed.
"Oh great, stuck with you, still?!" He said playfully with a scowl. To be honest, he didn't know if it was a good thing or not. Part of him said no right of the back, and the other part said it was nice to have the company.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 21, 2012 17:59:55 GMT -5
Kayla glared at Chopper and snorted. "Define 'comfy'," she grumbled as she snorted with disgust as she took the bacta and came over and sat by her bed.
"Damn and here I thought I was violent," she said as she looked at his knuckles. "Yuck you got all kinds of dirt and stuff in the wounds which is probably causing irriatation," she noted seriously as she grabbed the bacta and looked around for a med dish so she could put the bacta in it. She used the force to grab the dish and she rip opened the bacta and poured it in the dish.
"Fair warning this stuff will sting a bit since those cuts are deep," she warned seriously. "However if you punch me in the mouth I'll make your life more of a living hell than it already is," she added as she grabbed his hands and gently put them in the bacta. "A good soak will kill and clean those wounds out," she said as she mentally counted in her head. "Now for the fun part," she mused as she gently look his hands out and then she grabbed some wrapping. "Bandaging and yep gonna be a crappy job from a person who use to using her right hand," she added with a snicker as she wrapped his hands up.
"You punch another medic or droid in the mouth and I'll shove you boot so far up your ass you wont be able to move for a week," she teased threatenly. "And they say I'm bad with medics," she said as she looked into his mismatched eyes. First time she really noticed and she blinked as she thought of a snarky reply to his scowl. "Unless you want to tell your sargeant the truth about me you really don't have much of a choice and I prefer not to blow up droids in the brig," she said as she crossed her arms and when she did she winced some.
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