Thread: Temper the Storm [Star Wars: JGS & Blue]

Erisa Naiyo mostly tended to Stormtroopers. Occasionally it was others if there was an accident or someone had a fever, but mostly it was those who were in combat on the ground. Not a lot of people came back in for treatment after a fight that was in space, after all. She was decently well liked - good at her job, always warm and wholehearted in her support of the First Order, and talented at remembering the designated numbers of all the Stormtroopers she saw. Her uniform, a very light grey with a baby blue medic's symbol underneath the First Order symbol on the sleeve, was always clean, pressed, and fitted to her form appropriately. Admittedly she did often go without her uniform hat but nobody had ever called her out on it When the doors to the medbay, staffed sparsely by humans and mostly by medical droids, slid open, she assumed it was going to be troopers. It... it was not. His hood had been pulled over his head to help hide the man's face, but Elitha recognized the robes. That way. They had two private rooms in the back, and that was clearly where he would go. Kylo Ren could not be left among the standard folk, for many reasons. A medical droid was sent over to meet them and relieve the Stormtrooper escort of the unconscious leader because she assumed that he would prefer that to having another human being see him in a weakened state and see his face, but General Hux, who had strolled in immediately after, put a stop to that. No. You do it. Pardon? It was taken as questioning an order though it wasn't what she meant, and the General fixed her with a stormy and intimidating look until the woman nodded her head took over. The unconscious man was transferred onto a bed - a healing pod was standard but she couldn't help but think of the temperament he was known for and ended up fetching the lighter, less restrictive portable monitoring equipment. She fetched her uniform cap while this was done, determined to look the way she was supposed to while in the company of someone so prestigious, and then set to work. His wounds were cleaned and a droid applied the necessary patching to his face. Erisa had a steady touch and had done it before, but facial work was best left to the mechanically perfect hands of the droid. More needed to be done on the deeper and more concerning abdominal wound. A combination of different treatments would ensure that the wound healed as flexibly as possible. His helmet was placed reverently near the unconscious man on a small table,and then she stepped out to check on other patients in the bay, taking another brief moment to water small lotus-esque pink flower in a glass pot that had been with her since she'd set foot on the Supremacy . It was from her home planet and she had taken careful care of it to make sure it stayed bright and beautiful. She kept it with her in the medbay because she thought the little burst of color would help those who came in sick or injured to the main space. It certainly helped her, but that was because it symbolized more than just home for Erisa. It was a reminder of how much better things were with the First Order, even when things seemed dark, dangerous, and potentially problematic. There was law to be brought, lives would be made better. Hesitating by the small screen that held all of his vital information, she pushed a few strands of hair behind her ear and let her eyes drift down to the face of the man who she had only ever seen from an immense distance while in the mask. He wasnt what shed expected. Honestly Erisa wasnt sure what she expected, but it was not him. This was just the face of a man. She understood why he would wear the mask. It wasn't like he couldn't have inspired without it and it definitely wasn't like she was any less in awe of him now, seeing the man instead of the symbol he'd become. Face hidden or not he was still the one they called Jedi Killer, he was the one some said he could fight an entire squad of Stormtroopers by himself. And yet he just... looked like a man. All that strength was hidden inside of him, at least now when he was unconscious and under her care. have a full body picture of Erisa! I ended up editing this like three times lmao