Log:Hutt Cartel: A Medical Perfessional

Hutt Cartel: A Medical Perfessional

OOC Date: February 5, 2020
Location: Nar Shaddaa
Participants: Mak the Hutt, Ayeeou Wanaii

"Shoulda SEEEEEN it, Lefty! I musta shot eight, maybe NINE of 'em! Had their cap'n muddin' his trousers somethin' AWFUL when I got up on that bridge! Ha HA Haaaooooow!"

Still hurts to laugh, apparently, but sometimes the boisterous Hutt gets a bit carried away when he's in the middle of recounting a daring exploit. The volume tends to increase pretty dramatically, as does the number of opponents he successfully defeated and the number of eggs he successfully fertilized.

"He was like 'Oh no! It's the Masked Outlaw!' and when I pulled down my mask he started muddin' his trousers even WORSE!"

Making his way slowly through the foyer of the Hutt Cartel's Nar Shaddaa headquarters, the King of Smugglers isn't actually supported by Lefty, the One-Lekkued Twi'lek Dude, but he IS resting one of his pudgy arms over the man's shoulder.

"Oh. And uh... Doc Wanaii was there too. Followed me right into that ship like it was NOTHIN', got a whole messa testicles fer a female, that's fer dadgum sure!"

The Twi'lek Dude wisely says nothing, but rolls his eyes affectionately and steers the weathered old Hutt down the hallway toward the medical room that has been his primary residence the past week.

A daring exploit. Sure, let's go with that. Does the Nautolan doctor trailing along behind quietly say anything that might contradict the mighty Mak? No, she does not. It does not do at all, to bruise the ego of a Hutt.

The compliment about the size of her testacles causes the female to blush a deeper aquamarine, and Ayeeou shrugs slightly at the notion that she has any sort of bravado. Going by the look on her face though, it wasn't nothing.

"The sir is very kind," she says quietly as they make their way to the medical room, "but I was very frightened. I'm glad that I could be there to help the injured, though."

"Shoot, Doc! Don't be so modest! True, you didn't hit nothin', but hell 'I' only shot ten or so of 'em. Not my best performance by any means. No SIR!"

Lefty doesn't seem to argue much with the Hutt either, which probably explains why he still has a remaining lekku. However, he doesn't really seem especially intimidated by the Hutt. Just more... uninterested in fact-checking.

"You done right by me, Doc! That means you're Aurek-Okay in MY book. You won't be sorry, and that's A Makooooja Promise! Ha ha haooowwwww..."

Approaching the medical ward, the door opens, and Lefty guides the ailing Hutt inside.

"Come on, Mak, let's get you spread out on the slab, you big hunk of hard-working man."

The noise that Mak makes in Lefty's direction can probably best be described as a 'seductive growl', but it's kind of hard to tell with Hutts.

Ayeeou does smile when called modest, and inclines her head in some agreement. "It's true that I didn't hit anyone. Fortunately, I didn't have to fire at all. All the very capable beings around me handled it very well." she says.

Once Mak is guided in though, she focuses on the present. "I'll do another scan once you're settled, then will do another treatment. It will still be sore for a while, but you've had plenty of time for your body to do some of the healing. I'll just keep helping it along."

Seductive growl? She'll just pretend she didn't hear that and focus on the medicine.

It takes a while for the Hutt's sluglike body to make the arduous journey across the room, and then up onto the industrial grade hoversled. But eventually, and with a bit of help from the Involuntary Labor, he manages to get spread out. Just the way Lefty likes it.

"Sheeeeeit! I gotta stop gettin' shot so much. Hurts like a sumbitch errytime. LEFTY! Would you be a sweetheart and take that tight li'l dumper of yours on down to the kitchen and get me a couple buckets of somethin' to EAT?"

It's quite possible that carrying Mak's treats is the primary form of exercise that Lefty gets. Judging by his physique, it's a pretty effective workout regimen.

"And somethin' fer the good doctor, as well. Maybe..." Mak looks at the Nautolan. "A little somethin' to steady her hands?"

Ayeeou doesn't seem to be in any rush, as Mak makes his way slowly across the room and then even more slowly onto the sled. She sets down her bag as the help gets him positioned, to start taking out a few necessities. More gloves, for example.

When she is offered something to steady her hands, Ayeeou smiles to Lefty. "Just some tea, please. Of the non-narcotic kind?" Meanwhile, she will get out her scanner and run it over the big guy to make sure there's nothing new going on there that will need attention.

The Hutt watches silently as the doctor starts her complicated work. Or at least it looks complicated to him. He waits until Lefty is officially out of earshot before adjusting his weight a bit awkwardly, and peering at the doctor with the sheepish air of someone who has something embarrassing to ask, but doesn't quite want to start.

"So uh... Lefty tells me that when you two were diggin' around in there... everything was... uh... completely normal?"

His guttural, froglike voice actually raises a bit in pitch, as he tries to sound as nonchalant about the question as possible.

"Not that it wouldn't be, mind! But... er... in yer MEDICAL opinion... didn't see nothin'... unusual?"

When Lefty leaves, and Mak's tone changes, Yee looks curious. And empathetic, really. There are lots of people who behave differently when they have an audience, after all. And Mak generally has an audience.

She studies him for a brief moment, then says "Sir, you may speak with me about anything at all. I am entirely discrete, and my only concern is your well-being." It's said with simple honesty. "If you have concerns, I would like to hear them. To the extent that I understand Hutt physiology, there was nothing amiss. But, we also didn't explore a large area." They really stuck to where he'd been damaged."

"Oh. Yeah... okay. I was just checking. Haven't had any problems, other than bein' SHOT! But you already knew about that one... so..."

Once again, the Hutt's voice raises in pitch, only to taper off completely. Looking around the room, he takes note of the Involuntary Labor that are lurking around, the droids servicing the medical equipment, and the general Lack of Total Privacy.

For some reason, this makes him frown.

"DAGNABBIT! Can't a body get some dadgum peace and QUIET around here? I'm tryin' to have a consultation with a medical PERFESSIONAL here, and alla you... buzzin' around... G'WON! GIT!"

Hurriedly, the Involuntary Labor begins filing out, followed by the various droids.

Only when the last one is gone does Mak finally look away from the door and back down at the 'medical perfessional.'

"Still... wouldn't hurt to CHECK, would it? If... maybe I'd noticed somethin' lately... PROBABLY NOTHIN', mind! Still... wouldn't hurt to CHECK! Checkin' never hurt nobody, right?"

Ayeeou is quiet, as Mak makes his desire for privacy known. Her small lips purse in thought as she watches all the others file out to give him the opportunity to speak more to what's on his mind.

When it's just them, she looks back to the Hutt, and listens to him. She nods slowly, and says "I'd imagine it's been a while since you've had a proper full examination. If you want to make sure that everything is fine and there's nothing amiss in there, I'm happy to do that for you." She again doesn't seem disgusted by the idea of examining a Hutt. Interested, really. Lots of different kinds of life in the galaxy, after all.

Would you prefer that everyone else stay out for it, or should I be the one to make the recommendation when Lefty returns, so it's coming from me?" That way, he doesn't have to look like the worried one.

"Oh no... no no no... it's nothing to worry about. But, I mean... if you INSIST, then yeah..."

The Hutt pushes his wide-brimmed hat back away from his eyes and scratches uncomfortably at his forehead. His extremely broad mouth is as close to 'pursed' as it's likely to ever get. Pinched so tight that he can't even let his tongue hang out limply on his chin, as is his custom.

"It's just that... Well... me and Lefty, see... Now, I've never had ANY problem with romantical activities. Hell, just aks anyone from here to ZERGNUX CITY! They'll tell you... sheeeit... I've fertilized so many dadgum EGGS... whole MESS of Huttlin's I've had... more and more USELESS sumbitches, but fertilized every single ONE of 'em."

The Hutt looks more awkward than ever, as he tries to cite his various procreational accomplishments.

"But uh... now me and Lefty, we've been talkin' about maybe havin' another Huttlin'... so I figger maybe I'll fertilize another one of my eggs... but uh...

The Hutt takes a long, deep breath.

"Thing is... I've been tryin' and tryin'... but my fertilizer it... don't seem to be fertilizin' much."

Ohhhhh... That isn't disturbing at all. Ayeeou listens though, with all the care of a dedicated member of her chosen profession. It's clearly not her area of expertise, but she nods slowly and then says "I will do a full physical, and then try to determine the cause of your difficulty. We'll need to do a full health history, and I'll need to do more research on Hutt biology. I don't know, for example, at what age your species ceases to be fertile."

Talk about the conversations Ayeeou never thought she'd be having, when she chose to go into medicine.

She gives it more thought, then adds "I can't make any promises of course. But I will do what I can to help."

This answer seems to appease the Hutt. At the very least, he looks all sorts of glad to not be talking about it anymore.

"Yeah, yeah... probably nothin', of course. But you're the doctor, so if you want to look around... medical stuff... I'm just an old cattle rancher, never gone to any sorta COLLEGE or nothin'."

Visibly more relaxed now that the conversation is over, he stops scratching his head, and pulls his hat back down, looking as if he's planning to get some rest while she does... whatever it is she's got left to do. Maybe this time she'll only have to go wrist deep in his organs.

The doctor would be very pleased not to have to go elbow-deep again. Not that she wouldn't if needed. And now that the uncomfortable part of the conversation is done, she gets to work at least on the healing injury. The full physical will really need to wait until she's done that, first.

Fortunately, he's had the time for more of it to heal on its own, but she unpacks what she'd done before so that she can get at what still needs work. And yes, there are more drugs. Since he doesn't need to function, she can even give him more than six. Enough to keep the Hutt burbling idly while she does her thing.