Log:Mandalorians: A New Life

Karys Kora gets a new arm

OOC Date: July 27, 2020
Location: Hanna City, Chandrila
Participants: Karys, Hadrix Kora, Avery Ihala Kora, Rathe Versiano, Aryn Cole

Surgery began at local time: 06:00. Karys was made bare from the tummy up, and covered save for her arm. What had once served as an interface for her previous arm had to be removed. A careful and tedious process, but with help from the team and sophisticated equipment, Karys' interface, and the chip tied to it, was removed, eliminating any tie from her past and the equipment she had donned as a result of her injuries.

Then came cleaning and dressing her arm, refolding and moving nerves, and attaching a new chip, a new interface, and a new arm. This proved more tedious, leaving the team scurrying about the room busy with meticulous planning, strategy, scanning, cursing, and finally operating. The result spoke for itself. A near flawless installation, with subdermal checks, scans, and idle brain activity immediately interfacing with the equipment. Fingers moved when REM was induced, informing Aryn and the team of their success.

Karys was cleaned up, lathered in bacta and kolto numbing substance, and given a recovery bed within one of the intensive care surgery suites. Karys' kin and friends were permitted to join her now. When they arrived (if they weren't already there), they were witness to Aryn placing a small pale hand over Karys' brow and focusing a moment.

Channeling her own influence in the Force, Aryn dove into Karys' mind, penetrating her subconscious to coax her back. The process superceded any known technique in medicine, and the result spoke for itself. When Aryn removed her hand, she smiled. "Welcome back, madam."

Blissfully unaware of the passage of time and the pain that is associated with reworking nervendings and their responses, Karys is likely glad to be so. Or will be. Though its going to be a learning experience all over again when she wakes. The cool touch of Aryn's hand upon her brow in the recovery room produces a strange effect. She should continue to be out cold for a while longer but there is a quickened flutteirng of her lashes. Her pulse jumps and she shifts in the bed. Her good hand jumps but the cybernetic one nearly clears the height of her head upwards. She gasps.

The response to her thoughts is noticeable and she blinks her eyes open to stare ahead and then up at Aryn. Prone is not a promising place to be and her initial reaction is to tense up and try to sit up too quickly, the restored arm responding by gripping the edge of the bed and then pusehing her up alogn with the right. The problem is she's not used to having her left and compensates too much, tilting herself to the left in the process.

As one not terribly familiar with the force, aside from the rage enduced tantrums and random chokings from his previous boss, Avery didn't notice anything aside from concern being shown by a doctor to her patient. As such, he comes into the room all smiles, happy to see his friend waking up from what appears to be a very successful surgery. Before he's able to speak, she bolts upright and to the left, overcompensating with the newfound strength her arm gives her. The slicer laughs, pulling the flowers from behind his back to lay on the stand beside her recovery bed. "Seems like it's gonna take some getting used to, eh?" He nods, indicating her jacked position.

It likely would have taken Dr. Cole herself to keep the likes of Hadrix out if the hospital had denied him entry to where Karys recovered. Though he remains at the rear of the pack, helmet on with his cape hung to the side of his jetpack and his gauntlets folded behind his waist, right hand over the left control bar.

A hulking sentry, rigid even when she bolts upright, Hadrix looms like the Bad Year Airship, observing but not interacting just yet.

Chandrila. Home of the New Resistance Republic, or whatever he thinks they are called this week. Rathe's skin crawls under his armor all the way to the surgery suite with the spectre of his former life as Vanguard watching over his shoulder, trailing icy fingers along his spine. Once at the center. Watching Karys become prepped, Rathe quietly sighs under the armor. He does something he has not willfully done outside of privacy in a very long time. He removes his armor. He's left it where at least the others can keep an eye on it. He finds his skin crawls even moreso. However, this is a time to steel up for the closest family he has.

At times his nerves betray him and he falters, heightening his uneasiness during the process. Rathe is in unfamiliar territory both as a former fast tracked Doctor that was turned into a War Medic, and as a human. Rathe is completely unable to recognize what he has is anxiety for Karys. Mostly he just wills it all down and works diligently to ensure she has her life back, that she can truly begin anew. He was well aware what this arm meant for her. So he knuckles down, returns to the work he is bidden to do without complaint on a hostile world.

Once the fore of the work is done, and Karys getting her bacta treatments. Rathe is too busy pacing too and fro like some sort of caged animal to even think of putting his armor back on. Once she starts recovering under Doctor Coles direct intervention... Rathe's mind turns from crawling skin and unease to Karys and willing her to wake... though the pacing continues.

"Easy. Easy.." Said in the accented voice of Alderaan. The last word is dragged out while small hands raise in a gesture to convey 'WOOOSAAAAHHH'. Seeing the arm function, and the only issue being calibration and practice, Aryn seems to adopt a more relaxed stance.

At the arrival of friends, the small blonde backs to the wall to make way for the kin, so she's not in the frame for their visit. She might have added on that the surgery was a success, but they all had eyes of their own. So instead, she becomes a vigilant presence to the side, content to watch for now until she's needed, or has to answer a question that Rathe couldn't answer himself. He'd been a great help!

The voice that is familiar and yet not in the strange moment of her waking has Karys' attention. She jerks her head towards Aryn first, looking at the doctor as everything starts to settle in. Oh. Right. Its like a light goes off and Karys lets out a long breath as she lists sto the left side for a second more it takes for her to lift her right hand off the side of the bed.

Her gaze flits up to Avery next as he speaks and there is a smile. "Hey...okay so I am alive," she remarks, feeling strange. The ghost like motions that were nothing more than that are real and she looks up at the tall figure at the back, nodding to Hadrix before her attention shifts to the pacing Rathe. Brows furrow. "Did it go poorly? Why is he pacing?" She asks, finally turning her head to look down at something that looks near to perfect immitation. For a moment she stops and just stares, eyes flitting.

Avery flashes the Doctor a bright smile when she moves away from the bed, a quick nod and a mouthed 'Thanks' for her part in helping Karys. He moves to the base of the bed, keen eyes examining her new arm for any sign of the technology that went into its creation and subsequent use. "Clearly!" he responds with lips pulling upward into a crooked grin. "That or this is all part of some crazy hallucination you're having because of the large amount of drugs in your system." His shoulders lift in a shrug. "One or the other, for sure."

He follows her gaze beyond him at the Mandalorian in the door then to the figure of Rathe pacing in the hallway. "If this is the crazy hallucination, then yes... but odds are he's just nervous, at least that's what it seemed prior to you waking up." The former trooper returns his attention to the patient on the bed. "How're you feeling? The arm seems to be perfect, if not a bit more than what you're used to?"

With Aryn doing something that is completely foreign to Rathe, he waits as she soothes Karys. Rathe is very much the 'walk it off, quit whining!' kind of medic. Rathe takes a moment and forces himself to motion towards Karys as she wakes, he does pause and incline his head deeply towards Aryn. Silent thanks. His step resumes towards Karys and he glances at Avery as Karys notes him as a sign of the living. Rathe makes a big show of looking at her forehead, he does a horrible ham acting job of it. "Well. That third eye implant in your forehead seems to be ready to activate." Rathe is noticebly just a fraction outside smacking range. Her question gives her pause. "I'm on -Chandrila-." Rathe tries to not sound too aggrieved with Karys. "It went fine, well. All right, it is a good thing indeed you did not just leave it to me. My cybernetics knowledge simply is... beyond inadequate." Rathe is forced to admit not knowing something medical, with witnesses no less. He also fixes Avery with a stare. "I do not do nervous." Says the man trying not to freak out about what planet he is on. "I had some concerns, medically speaking."

The nod from Karys is met and returned, an inclination of the man's helmeted head. There remains no other movement, though his body language is stiff; as if something had panged and he was unable to act otherwise.

<"Good seeing you awake and whole, Kar'ika."> The voice easily identifiable to Avery for the lack of a face to see. But to Rathe's comment, Hadrix notes. <"The Republic doesn't take children, beat them, shock them, torture them, or have them kill one another in 'training' arenas. They also pay well... Relax..."> the last word bitten out in a liquid growl.

"You have your health, Ms. Karys. And a new arm, with new installation and fully integrated system. You should be able to /feel/ it more than just the impulses. Touch something." Aryn bids, her voice soft but confident enough to remain around soldiers. Her hands have clasped and rest at her back. She nods to Avery, and Rathe, when they acknowledge her quietly, and thank her. Hadrix's voice draws the Doctor's gaze briefly, and she feels a bit intimidated even though she felt the comment was not intended for her! Eep!

Avery's words bring a quirk of a smile, a strange sight on Karys' face and more so now as she watches the fingers pluck and move as she wills them. For a moment her eyes flutter - no she's not crying - maybe she is. But she's quick to clear her throat and blink them away so that she can lift her hand and study it, turning it over before her gaze and then up the arm. Its very clear where its attached to her body but that does not matter. its functional.

"You are on Chandrila where you can breathe the air," she retorts to Rathe, looking up at him with a faint smile that edges further. Its something to see. Wonder. Excitement. Hope. It lights up her face as she turns her hand about.

"If it is a hallucination I hope it never ends." she admits and then nods. "I am glad I am whole and well too, Hadrix." She breahtes in and as Aryn gives her instructions she nods, glancing at the Doctor as she reaches down to pull at the blanket about her. Its lightweight, needing her full attention. The feel of it. She can feel it and for a moment she drops it. Her smile grows. She lifts her hand towards her face then, drawing her finers along her cheek and then back into her hair with a soft sound of surprise.

She nods. "You both did so well."

He is trying to relax when Hadrix comments on the virtues of Republic. "Allegedly." When he is practically ordered to relax, his head whips about half-feral eyes on Hadrix and then he inhales and exhales. At the very last using some Vanguard techniques to slow his roll. "Fine." Rathe grumbles in response. Relax it is, he looks to Karys first and then stalks for his armor. At the very least he can remove one immediate factor of his unease now that Karys is up.

He pauses the process... choosing the draaaaaaaag the armor towards her bed so he can dress right there and keep a direct eye on her in the process. At Aryn's suggestion of touching things. Rathe takes a VERY exaggerated step backwards, before Karys can ask him why. "I don't want to be a ceramic mug." It must be an inside joke, for Rathe has his smartassed grin on at her.

Avery would nod with Hadrix's sentiment of the Republic verses the First Order. "Truth in all regards. Much better pay considering anything is more than zero." His eyes stray to the Doctor as she gives her instructions, a small nod in agreement, and an eyebrow raised at the sound of dragging before he locates Rathe and his deliberate noise making 'stand'. The young slicer blinks a few times while watching the process before he returns his attention to Karys. "The main draw back to this is, now you won't have an extra anymore when you buy a pair of gloves."

Karys acknowledging him quiets the massive mandalorian again, helmet dipping in another brief nod before his visor is turned to the Doctor and her reaction, <"Apologies, Dr. Cole..."> tense - that's a good word for him. More tense than normal. The visor moving to look at the ground.

Another infrequency - at a loss for words. But Avery's speech makes up for it while Hadrix's attention drifts to the door again, flicking between the others and to escape again.

"Don't think I missed that third eye comment," Karys adds as well right after Rathe's comment about ceramnic mugs. The smile is given a narrowed gaze but her own is not lost because ...she has a working arm. Whole again.

Avery's comment gets a laugh and she sighs, "True." Happy. Karys looks somewhat more of herself again in more than just a physical way. Her hand unfurls and then closes again as she reaches out to grasp at Rathe's arm. No she does not squeeze it to a pulp but she marvels in the response from her nerves. "I thought for sure after ripping off the old one I would have lost some sensation," she remarks but her attention shift sto Hadrix as he addresses Aryn.

"Yes, Doctor Cole, thank you."

Aryn watches as Karys brushes through her own hair and smiles. The sigh and peaceful look made all the effort of the day worth it. She, herself, releases a breath she wasn't aware she'd been holding. "Master Rathe, please ensure you conduct the necessary calibrations for Ms. Karys. She'll need to practice some basic motor skills but in time, it won't even be a second thought." Stepping by the group, Aryn arrives at Hadrix and places a small hand on his big arm. A small essence of calm is influenced into the undercurrent of rage that rests beneath his armor plates. She manages a small smile and turns to regard Karys. "You're very welcome. I hope it brings you some measure of peace.-- If it pleases, I will leave the room to everyone here." She manages a pleasantly beautiful smile, dips slightly, and slips by the big Haddles to leave them in peace.

Even Rathe can see she is... happy. He just doesn't fully process that kind of emotion. Karys is smiling so therefore something good. When she calls him out, he looks rather innocent. Or his version of innocent. Widened eyes, shocked expression. He clears his throat to explain for others. "So when I got the Dreadfinder, and was getting acclimated. I... crushed many ceramic mugs trying to do test my fine motorskills. I hope people appreciate the fact I did this so I wouldn't murder-heal them." Rathe shrugs and looks back towards Karys who seems relaxed. When she grabs her arm he does pause, just in case. Rathe immediately points at Aryn. "Ah, well. I mean. She did all the heavy lifting here, Karys." With his name called, Rathe turns towards Aryn. "Well... we do have an abundance of fragile ceramic mugs..." A beat. "Thank you, Doctor Cole. You have given Karys new life."

Avery turns to offer a farewell to the Doctor as she makes her exit. "Thanks again, Doc! Take care!" he manages to get out before she slips past the group and out the door. The slicer returns his attention to the wonder that is her new arm and all the things it is able to do, aside from easily pulverizing defenseless ceramic cupware. "I am very glad you don't murder-heal us. Would make the healing portion much less effective." he states. After a few moments of watching he nods in agreement to Rathe's sentiment on a new life. "Truly leaving everything that was behind in order to start a new. Aside from the lot of us, that is, can't get rid of this group apparently." Avery's eyes narrow for a moment while he considers, "And it's good to know if I lose a limb, I can just get a new, better one."

The calm instilled through Aryn's touch causes Hadrix to visibly sag and his hand comes to the side of his helmet. Familiar with the work of force users and how they can affect him. Feet parting slightly for balance. To Karys though, he speaks directly <"Ni'entye at'gar cuyire'darasuum."> and with that the Massive Mandalorian backs round of the room - steps quickening as soon as he is out of sight. Not quite a jog, but not quite a casual walk either. Moving at a clip until he can find open air and his jets kick on, throwing him into the air, cape billowing out behind him as the big man flees the scene.