2009-07-09 - Test Results

Medic Droids staff the medical center and hospital here in the South Hutt Tower on Smugglers' Moon. The smell of sanitary cleaner hangs in the air and the white walls hum with the medical status of various patients. Here the miracle of medical technology known as the Bacta Tank are present. The Bacta fluid passes through transparent tubes and rubber hoses of each tank and disapear after runing along the white wall in a line. All efforts here are to expidite patients in different states of the accelerated healing process.
The wealth of this facility is apparent. This is quite possibly the best medical center in the outer rim. The Hutts have obviously spared no expense.
Kalira Valen stands near the entrance to the medical center, a bio-storage container and smaller hard-sided carrying case are tucked firmly at her side, speaking quietly with Gand.
Gand says, "Oh? Wore black, had a mask? Well, run your scans. We have the equipment."
"Eye goggles, filthy scarf over the bottom half of his face, dressed in well put together rags," Kalira Valen elaborates with a measured nod. "Thank you. One of my.. brethren will be joining us to help with the test running, if that's alright?"
Gand says, "Sure, sure."
Mon Moab comes into the med center, followed by a state of the art med droid. The Jedi looks quite unpleased and glances back over his shoulder at the poor souls out in the sick bay. The conditions in this room ellicits a nod of approval.
"Good day to you both, Padawan and Gand."
Gand says, "So! You are one of those Jedi fellows, then?"
"Thank you for coming, Knight Mon Moab," she says as he arrives with his medical droid, a look of unconcealed relief briefly reflects in her expression before Kalira Valen nods to Gand. A subtle trace of a smile upon her face as she says, "I am, yes. It seems to be confusing a great many," she adds with a small shrug.
Mon Moab bows and then says to Gand. "I've come at the request of the lady here. Time is short as always, you understand."
Kalira Valen pats one hand lightly against the carrying cases at her side before she nods firmly and strides towards a quieter portion of the medical bay and sets the containers down then turns and shrugs out of her jacket and spends a long moment steralizing her hands and going to the point of scrubbing to her elbows before donning a pair of gloves. "I've brought only one of the samples with me," she explains, "the rest of the samples are being kept in cryo-storage for further testing to back up these results." She opens the larger of the two cases and uses a pair of forceps to withdraw a blood soaked square of cloth and sets it carefully upon a sterile tray.
Mon Moab nods and watches carefully. One of the medical droid's appendages swivels up to scan and record. "Of course, a prudent measure, Padawan."
Gand says, "Hrm. So, are you actually chasing the sith now, or just pretending?"
Kalira Valen glances up at Knight Moab and nods slightly, "Thank you," she says then aims a look at the droid and it's recording appendage and exhales. "This genetic sample was gathered in the aftermath of a direct close combat action by one of my comrades against the same being that I dueled with upon Ryloth. Using a flechette gun, in close quarters, he fired several at-range shots at the unidentified being. As a result of that close-quarters range blood and tissue landed upon the cloak of my comrade. The sample that I am using for a profile is drawn from that encounter," she explains. Her gaze shifts toward Gand and she answers, "I'm not chasing, Gand. I'm using science and my years of medical training to look for data for proof. The results will speak for themselves. As I've always said: If it can't be expressed in hard numbers then it's not fact, it's opinion."
Mon Moab looks intently at Gand after his question. When Kalira answers, he smiles and nods. The Jedi remains silent during the procedure except to check with his droid that all is well.
Gand says, "Hrmph. Proof is for peacetime. Xiarr, Persee, one unknown. Fourth one possibly is Bellamy."
Gand says, "This Gand already mentioned these names to that Jayce jedi human."
Gand notes, "Xiarr is the one with the lightning powers. He's in the Republic Guard."
Kalira Valen moves about the medical bay, gathering the necessary supplies to draw the genetic sample from the material, making sure to use none of HER equipment for this process. Thus ensuring that she is not contaminating the sample or the test results. She doesn't glance up now as she carefully draws the genetic sample and sets the blood soaked cloth once more into the bio-storage container and seals it again. The sample is prepared for genetic profiling to outline it's unique DNA markers and she stands back, letting the computer program do it's work, her hands held to her sides before glancing toward Gand again. "Science isn't about war or peace, Gand. It's about facts. Data. Viable answers. When this is done profiling and mapping the sample I will compare it against my own patient data base for identification." She nods slightly, "Just as that young guard, Ravinia, has force powers of her own. I'm not sure if her abilities had been brought to the attention of the Council," she adds.
Gand says, "She apparently is taking the path of wisdom and not dabbling in sorcery."
Kalira Valen chuckles at Gand, "Really? Because she's awful cozy with those who do." She tilts her head slightly while studying Gand, "Granted, I don't now where her true leanings tilt. But she is toying with her abilities already. using them to force-choke, as a defensive weapon."
Gand says, "Well, if she dabbles too much, we'll have to kill her, won't we?"
Mon Moab turns away as he listens carefully, one arm folding across his chest, the other hand stroking his chin.
"That is not for me to say, Gand. I'm not a judge, jury or executioner. She is young. Impetuous. And perhaps lacking access to sufficient guides and role models to draw her decision making processes from. But," and Kalira Valen shakes her head, "I have precious little ground to stand upon so I'm not going to throw stones or fire blaster bolts. All I know is that she lied point blank about having abilities, used them in a deliberately harmful manner, then lied again to try to cover it up. Lies do not necessarily equate intent, merely .. unwise decision making, perhaps."
Gand says, "Hrmph. This Gand cares little about intent. As long as she shoots sith, it's fine by us."
Gand says, "Oh! Also Felicia Khan human and possibly Nar'lan Trask go on the list."
Gand says, "Which is one reason this Gand isn't much interested in intervening at Bothawui, which is being invaded if you don't know."
Gand says, "At the very least she does business with the stormtroopers."
"We become what we are, Gand," Kalira Valen replies with another small shrug. She turns slightly as a quiet sound indicates the DNA profiling is complete. "Yes, but Felicia Khan and Nar'lan Trask are already known to be Sith. Giran, in fact, is Felicia's apprentice. He's also wicked proficient with a lightsaber and I intend to put a great deal of effort into not getting backed into a corner by him again in combat," she says in a slightly distracted voice as she draws a copy of her patient medical database from the smaller container and plugs the data chip into one of the computer terminals.
Mon Moab turns to Gand. "You mentioned giving information to Jayce Sands. It would be best if you passed any important information to me in the future. Jayce, like Kalira here, is an apprentice without too much freedom of action."
To the droid Kalira Valen says, "The data chip that I plugged into the port contains a complete copy of my medical database compiled from all of the patients that I have treated in the last year and a half. However, as one data source is not sufficient to be considered conclusive proof, I am making the request to compare the genetic sample against the records kept in this medical database. Do i have your permission to do so?" she asks directly of Gand.
Gand says, "Certainly. Let's see if we have any matches. If we don't, this Gand will see if strings can be pulled on Thyferra."
"Are you able to pull any strings on Paxo or Vanix or Coruscant?" Kalira Valen asks, glancing up. "I can pay any administrative fees that are necessary for the access to the medical database."
Gand says, "Sure. Enough money can get us anything we want."
A trace of a smile forms on Kalira Valen's face, a glimmer of wry humor, "Indeed." She turns slightly to address Knight Moab again, "You understand that I keep medical records of the patients that I treat so that I have a baseline of bio-scan information to work from in the event that I need to treat that same individual again. Of the order, I have treated Master Tuil, the late Master Divak Tan, Knight Teela and others. I have treated many from across the known worlds, including the Chancellor himself. Once upon a time.. I called him Friend. Though, to be honest, I called his mother Friend long before I considered him such."
Gand says, "Yes, well, she almost destroyed the galaxy. Euphemia had no friends, only steps on the road to absolute power."
Mon Moab frowns at Kalira's words. "I see. I will remember that. It is a warning to us all."
Gand says, "You jedi types can't ever see the forest for the trees. If someone doesn't glow with evil force magick you assume they are on the up-and-up. The only thing that will make Palpatine a worse Galactic Emperor than her is that he won't die of old age."
Kalira Valen tilts her head in a nod, "I know. I knew that .. I held office on tatooine only for as long as she deemed me to be not a threat to any of her plans. As long as I kept quiet, and still, and didn't make waves, then I and mine were safe. As long as I kept my head down, then we were safe. So I kept quiet. For that," and she glances toward Moab, "I have been adequately punished. It's not a warning, Knight Moab. I swore, many long months ago, that if the Jedi ever needed a safe haven, that I would provide one. That I, and mine, would risk ourselves and our safety to lend aid to the jedi and the order itself, should the need arise. That I and my crew would come, with medical aid, at any given time, no matter the hour, no matter the destination. I made that offer, and I've kept it. Stitching Master Tuil up after he encountered a shark. Helping heal up Master Tan after he'd dueled with my late brother."
Mon Moab lets out a breath before looking over the procedure and checking his droid's readings. "How does it progress? I do not mean to hurry you, but I truly do have a prior engagement."
Gand says, "Indeed. You can catch Xiarr on Bothawui if you want to assassinate him."
Kalira Valen looks back to the display screen, having avoided doing so thus far. She exhales then says, "The DNA sample, compared against my data base, matches a sample that existed prior to today's procedures. However, one result will not be sufficient." She takes a copy of the DNA profile of the Genetic sample, adding a copy of her search results, and saves it to a data slip and extends it to Knight Moab. "My results would indicate that the man from last night, the same man that escaped to be engaged again in combat with President Kressen, is none other than Chancellor Bellamy himself. But," and now she shrugs, tiredly, "one test will not be sufficient proof. i will continue to compare this sample against every data base that I can. I will have more conclusive results in a week. Once I have independent verification.. I will compile the reports accordingly. Thank you for your assistance, Knight Moab."
Gand says, "Compile the reports after you stick your lightsabers into him."
Gand says, "Also, once you /do/ assassinate him, Palpatine will use that to move against the jedi in force."
Gand says, "Therefore, this Gand advises you to consider the rules, and then cheat."
Kalira Valen blinks at Gand and a breath of unexpected laughter escapes her before she composes herself again. "Aye. Well. At Knight Moab has already said, Padawan's are not allowed that sort of freedom of movement."
Gand says, "Then, this Gand advises you to quit and do what must be done."
Mon Moab smiles and nods at Gand. "We are aware of the risks and are doing all we can. Thank you for hosting this procedure, Gand. The Order and I appreciate it. I will be back to speak with you again soon, if I may. In the meantime, may the Force be with you. And with you, Kalira."
Gand says, "Certainly. This Gand is entitled to conduct diplomacy on behalf of the Great Hutt Nation."
Kalira Valen bows slightly to Knight Moab, "And also with you," she echoes before straightening again, remaining silent.
Category:July 2009 RP Logs