Log:Quiet After the Storm

Quiet After the Storm

OOC Date: June 30, 2019
Location: Glee Anselm, Jalor System
Participants: Domino Graystorm, Aryn Cole

Glee Anselm Control Station, Jalor System

This station is a central piece for logistics management. People come in droves to enjoy the tourist experience. Tourists are assigned to resort transports from these station and ferried down below. Personal ships are maintained here under strict port security.

Hurricane Kel'nova struck and destroyed Ruby Island. Reports are coming back with details about a tsunami that was the size of a Corellian skyscraper that all but flattened the structures on that stretch of land. Aryn Cole can be found in an empty cafe seated at a high top table and looking out the port view toward the planet. From high orbit, she spots the hurrican they lived through and watches as the planet rotates, taking it from view.

Domino was clobbered by debris like many of the others. Unlike the others she is NOT used to blaster fire, or braving the elements, or heroing in general. She was NOT calm, or stoic and acts like one expects a civie to act post body check by mother nature. Whisked off by Jax and presumably brought here for treatment. She's got an arm in a sing and one side of her face mottled with abbraisions and bruises but she doesn't look too badly hurt for all her carrying on, "Apparently I owe you a thank you." She has a flask in one hand and coffee in the other, "Want coffee? Reckon I can fetch tea if you'd rather?"

Aryn turns her head and recognizes the Domino as the young woman who had helped them on the surface. Her expertise in slicing into the network allowed them to confirm what the civilians were saying, and save time in locating everyone. "Coffee would be great." Aryn looks relatively unharmed. Her hair is brushed back, still damp from the rains, and she's missing the cape she had initially worn to the surface to shield herself from the elements. Now it is only a white tunic and boots. She still represents herself as a noble in every fashion of the word, but humbly. "How are you holding up?" She gestures to the seat across from her.

Domino eases down with a grimace, "I hurt and I'm annoyed at my idiot cousin in law but I'm alright. How about you? You and your crew get whatever you were after?" gone is the ridiculous wig revealing chemically relaxed black hair to go with her black skin.

"I'm sorry to hear it." She takes a sip of the coffee and sets it down, her eyes shifting to Domino as she eases onto a seat seemingly in pain. "I am well. We did what we could but at some cost. In the subsequent fight at the port, five civilians were killed as a result of poorly aimed blaster bolts. I must address the families soon; something I am not looking forward to." She leans her head into her hands and sighs.

Domino shrugs, "IF it were me I'd have grounded the ships. Crash Navsat or the like but that takes advanced notice and prep. Sorry for the loss task. Isn't that the sort of thing you can delegate? Speaking of my idiot cousin in law, do you know him? JAx greystorm?"

"It's something I should take responsibility for since it was a team I commissioned. The liability falls to the Port Authority who contracted us, however." The coffee is brought back up for another sip and she watches Domino from over the brim. When she sets the cup down, her hands are folded in front of her. "Only through this mission. I judge that he's Corellian, and a bit of a hero kind of personality." She shrugs. "But I've never met him before now, if that's what you're asking."

Domino ahhhs and wrinkles her nose "Forget we're both from corelia. Yeah. He is. They all are. I'm still waiting to meet the greystorm that's a scoundrel, every family has one, or so I thought until I met the greystorms." She takes a nip of her flask and shifts uncomfortably in her seat before seeming to find a comfortable position, "You and your crew do these kind of good deeds often?"

"I don't necessarily have a crew, per se. I hire contractors through an open contract network. I ask for specialized teams and present the task, if people want to do good deeds, they sign up. I'm too young to have a crew of my own. Just idealistic enough to think I can do a little good is all." She manages a smile and gestures. "If you're in a lot of pain, I can give you some painkiller. I /am/ a Doctor after all." Aryn manages a kind, beautiful smile.

Domino grumbles, "I am in a lot of pain but I'd rather that than be dulll witted..." she looks around "...where I don't really know where I am or how I'm getting back to my happy lil cesspit." She summons a tight smile "It's kind of you to offer. So how come you're charging around doing all this instead of running a hospital or something?":

Aryn nods and doesn't combat the notion of medicine being specialized enough to avoid having senses dulled. She just cradles the coffee mug and listens. "Running a hospital requires buy in with locals, navigating grants and policy, subsidized leasing and governmental agreements, not to mention third party sanctions and mandates, and a lot of things that I just don't care to dive into. I realize that there's people all around the galaxy who need help and can't make the trip to a hospital, so I bring it to them."

Domino ahhhs and her eyebrows lift, "That's most admirable. Is that how you know the giant stud nugget? Iollan, I mean. By the way if you have need of slicing frequently can probably arrqange a droid or at the very least a dozen or so datapads with some useful preloads on them."

"Through the contracting? Yes. He's volunteered to help me with a few missions. Kind of the mysterious type, but I know he means well." Errant thoughts travel to Iollan. He was in ICU presently, probably floating in a tank about now. "If you want to be an open contractor for slicing, I can write your name in if you'd like. This was the first mission I feel like I've needed someone who knew their way around a computer, but I'm certain that skill comes in handy in other situations."

Domino frowns, "IS the big guy gonna be ok? He seemed kindly disposed towards you I was hoping you were friends or something if he's gonna be stuck here a while." A look of mild chagrin and a gentle shake of her head, "Best not, I am a decidedly unsavory type but I can make referalls to someone who's references check out better, though."

"Disposed toward me? I don't think I follow, miss. We've only met through missions together, I have no other relationship with him." Aryn seemed confused. Was Domino involved with Iollan? Was that why she referred to him as big guy or giant stud nugget? She finishes the coffee finally and sets the cup aside. "Oh? You don't seem unsavory. Is there something I should know?"

Domino waves a hand, "Not important. I was hoping he had friend here, I feel guilty leaving stud nuggets here alone." She oh's "Sorry. I'm Domino Greystorm. Know? About me? Nah." she lifts her flask again to her lips.

"I know the Doctors here. They're very good at what they do. I'm certain Mr. Canem will make a full recovery. He's a tough man." Aryn says softly, drawing her hands closer to her and observing Domino in the dimly lit setting of the cafe. "Well, I'm glad you're going to be okay, Ms. Greystorm. I'm sure these painful symptoms will eventually pass, but if you need medication for when you're home.. I will send you a prescription that will take some of the bite away, and not dim your senses." Aryn slides from her chair then and moves to be parallel with Domino a moment. "I'll have the port authority arrange for transport back to a place of your choosing. The fee will be waived; my thanks for your expertise today."

Domino's brow knits "Who? Oh! Iollan, right! Good to know he's in good hands. Nah, nah, it's a generous offer but the waywards have a doc if I need follow up though if I come across Studlly do rights and others who might be interested in being contractors, you god a card, or org name, or something I can refer them towards for inquiries and the like?"

Aryn reaches down to her belt and slides a small, plastic holo-card that reads in Aurebesh, Aryn Cole, M.D., Traveling Physician. It did not detail an address or company name, just a private contact line. This is offered to Domino. "This should suffice, I think. Take care of yourself, Ms. Greystorm." Aryn dips her head respectfully, then steps away quietly, following the path that leads out of the cafe and toward the operations deck.