There's always so much adventure around this place! (I don't know how anyone can survive it.)

Today the crew came back severely injured. I did a quick triage, and suddenly wished I had assistants. The Baron was the worst. It looked like he had been trampled by a bantha. I spent the rest of the night tending to his grievous injuries.

Tor described anti-bacta like tanks they had encountered in the warehouse. I took careful notes of what he was saying and what I was discovering. I asked Tor to wring out Swift's clothes to collect as much of the fluid as possible. Well worth studying, I thought. Tor didn't say much in response, but he never does. I continued on with my heroic efforts and was able to save all of the man on my table. I then plunged him into one of our awaiting bacta tanks then turned my attention to Cousin Duro.

He had been very brave, but very foolish! He had recognized a hidden bomb and took it upon himself to save everyone from the blast. Had it not been for the laminate armour he had on, no doubt my only connection to my homeworld would have been lost. Still, I did my best, working heroically, and was able to save him as well. (No surprise.)

The others were faring well enough; little scrapes and minor strain. Beneath my level of expertise to help them, but we're family. I found it quite interesting how well Fox had fared. A dessert is no place for furry fox to dwell, but he survived with minimum dehydration. Was this because of his own cunning or an unexpected side effect of the Ichor? I don't know.

We all remained quite busy for the next couple of weeks. Most of the team had picked up a parasite from wading in raw sewage. Cleaning the 'fresher every hour was definitely below my level of expertise, but it had to be done. Messy business that was. Veeery messy.

When Cousin Duro emerged from the bacta tank, it was Damaria's turn. Somehow she survived a disruptor blast to the head. Normally that's an emergency, but with the shape this crew was in…
When everyone was out of the woods, then the real work began. Bacta doses for everyone with the buggies in them. Lots of fluids and rest. Making sure Cousin Duro was healing properly. Making sure Swift did not push himself too hard. Then Xenrad started having session with the two Force users. I worked in a heroic fashion to make sure everyone was getting the rest the needed, but it was not easy.

Once he was well enough to, Cousin Duro was off into the wilderness on a mysterious and heroic quest. I packed him some med supplies and gave him instruction to contact me if he encountered anything at all.

Tor stayed nearby which was nice. He was wiring up some new equipment the rebels had dropped off for us. He also wanted to understand more about health and healing, so I tutored him in field medicine; the topics most useful when a skilled doctor like myself is not around.

I saw Fox a couple times. The first was because he wanted to set up some ragtag slaves they had saved as a intelligence network. He showed them how to break into my warehouse, then made themselves at home for the night. When I came by the next morning, there they were, strewn about on my floor like a deck of pathetic sabback cards. After he explained his idea, I gave them some pointers on where they could each operate out of. Once they were out of my hair (so to speak) I tidied up after them and returned to my patients.

A little while later Fox reappeared and spoke with Swift for a while. I gave him my best “Leave him alone, he need to rest” beady eyed glare, but he didn't look my way. I think it was on purpose. He left eventually, and I jumped in right away and heroically took his vitals. I told Swift to rest, and he said that he would, but he didn't.