Log:The Road to Recovery: Slippery Grip on Reality

The Road to Recovery: Slippery Grip on Reality

Location: Medical Lab, D'Qar
Participants: Ambrosia Greystorm, Gerratt DeLong, Hex, Sesti Gath, Kasia Ciph, Poe Dameron

Medical Lab - Resistance Base, D'Qar This medical facility is an averaged sized room with a total of twelve medical beds that can be retracted into the dark metal walls when they're use is not needed. Each medical bed has a station beside it for the doctors to monitor their patients and tend to the wounds that they may be suffering from.

The floor of the room is a dark hard polished stone that is in fairly good shape as the base itself isn't that old. Small circular spotlights are the primary source of lighting in the room as they shine down over each med bed station and can be adjusted in brightness levels by the console aside each bed.

On the wall opposite of the room's entrance there is a large glass wall that has a doorway leading into a room with two Bacta Tanks where severely injured personnel can be tended to.

Poe can sit fully on the end of the bed on the left side, since Hex isn't using it for legs or anything. Ha ha... womp, womp. "Doctor Inz," he echoes, though sounds a little unsteady, sliiiightly less stable than when they started. "Cybernetic replacement patients. Okay. Okay. I'll talk to her. Is it okay - am I allowed to mention all of it, what I saw, the -- everything that happened -- him?" Pulsox monitors seem a little concerned that his heart rate and breathing are spiking up, so maybe the arrival of the repulsorlift chair is good timing. A new project! Hex regards the chair with mingled hope and despair - the thing is both freedom and a reminder of the lack thereof. "I'll try," he says simply, and an orderly comes over to unhook him from the various tubes, help him into the chair; the two are conveniently occupied off camera while the orderly teaches him how not to drive it into the walls. Hex will drive it into the wall anyway at some point though, not gonna lie.

Kasia remains in her chair as Hex is helped into this new chair, which serves as a good distraction for him. Now that he's occupied, she doesn't quite bother hiding her degree of concern for the Twi'lek, though she does give Sesti a distracted smile. Poe is looked to next, and given a smile as well, if a small one. "Thank you. He... he'll definitely need someone to talk to over all of this." Someone profesionally capable of helping him handle all of the baggage that comes with what happened.

"You can tell her anything you would tell me, Hex," says Poe. He stands and straightens, pausing a moment to touch Kasia's shoulder. "Sesti, Gerratt." He gives them both as warm of a smile as he can manage. "I'll check back in later. For now, I've got some more things to take care of." Things. Likely involving finding the people responsible for chewing in to his people. He's a gentle man, but he's also a soldier and a rebel. He doesn't take these sorts of things lightly. With another look he means to be reassuring, the pilot turns and heads for the door.

Nodding to Poe as he leaves, Gerratt settles back on the medical bed and stares at the ceiling for the moment. waiting for his IV course to be finished for this round, The master Sergeant humms softly to himself.

Sesti watches Hex go for a moment, and there's a slight lift to the corner of her mouth, although her eyes are a little more shuttered. Her gaze shifts to Kasia, and she gives the woman a smile before she turns to Gerratt, and walks over to the Master Sergeant. "Hello, Master Sergeant. I have not had a chance to sit and write with you, yet. Other than the tongue, how are you doing? Are you recovering your fitness?"

Dawn's always slower to arrive when buried in the thick of Endor's undergrowth. But that doesn't stop the little furry buggers from chattering away like it's high noon. 'Captain' Aderanne shifts uncomfortably on her bed of sticks, trying to shield her eyes from the encroaching ray of sun. It's funny how those beams seem to pierce /straight/ into sleeping eyes. And her sleeve snags on something. Damn twigs...isn't coming loose. Did she lodge the other end up her ass? Calrissian would say 'yes'.

Major Greystorm begins to stir on her bed, mumbling something incoherently. Her eyes are half open but she hasn't blinked yet.

Shifting his eyes to look at Sesti, Gerratt offers a wan smile as he removes the notepad from his pocket and begins to write. "All good Corporal. I'll be jumping out of ships again in no time. How are you doing? Heard you've had a rough couple of weeks."

Kasia is seated beside one of the beds in the medical lab, though it's currently unoccupied. her gaze is distant, but movement nearby draws her gaze, and she watches Gerratt as he writes out his message. "Decide not to use a datapad today?" she asks, the corners of her mouth hitching up just a little higher, and for a moment, there's a sparkle of amusement. The mumbling from the nearby bed makes her turn, regarding the Major, some mild concern, but her attention is quick to return to Gerratt.

Sesti smiles to Gerratt. "Good. We will have you in a ship when you are ready, I am sure." She gives a shake of her head. "It has been a long couple weeks. I am keeping busy..." she trails off as there's movement from Amber's bed. "I would like to talk to you about a new tongue, I have been doing some research into it, and I am sure it is something I could do for you if you are willing." She returns her eyes to him for a moment to give him a nod, and then she crosses to the elder Greystorm's bed.

"Ffff...." The swear dies on Ambrosia's lips before it can fully launch. A blink or two confirms that the face hazily moving into view is NOT the one matching the chuckling voice that teases her from afar. Always pushing her buttons, even from the dreamworld, decades later.

Wrinkling her face into a look of general displeasure, the Major clenches her belly and cranes her head forward. Her shoulders grudgingly follow, lifting off the mattress far as they can in efforts to sit up. "Damn twigs," she softly snarls, looking wobbly down with a squint at her left elbow, just below where the padded restraint is anchoring her bicep to the bed.

"Major?" Sesti asks, approaching the bed, then bites her lip and tries again. "Amber, can you hear me? Where are we?" She glances to the side, and noting Alk starting to hover, shoos him away. "I have not been here before," she continues softly, hoping her words will get through to the woman before she tries too hard to break her restraints.

"Huh?" Ambrosia lifts her glare of annoyance off the arm and focuses with a little confusion on Sesti's face. "Oh." It's a quiet syllable, spoken as she looks aside to her other arm, then up. Voices and faces aren't matching up here. In fact, where the hell did Calrissian go? He's definitely not that fast or stealthy...especially around large insects. "I...I don't know. I was just under the tree bridge, but..." Furrowing her brows, she dips her chin forward and stares at the grey robe rising and falling with the rhythm of her breath. "Dammit." Ire rises anew and gets aimed appropriately. "The hell you hit me with this time?"

"The tree bridge?" Sesti asks. Then she looks over to the Major's charts, and draws a breath. "Well, it looks like they really hit you hard. Did you try to shoot someone again?" she asks curiously, with a ghost of humor in the question before she takes a seat in the field of vision but not close enough to get hit. "Major, perhaps you need to start telling us what you are seeing. Or just me. I will not tell Kort, or even Jax, anything you tell me. But until we can get you matched with this reality, we will not be able to let you out of your restraints or begin the Physical Therapy you need for your physical recovery."

Ambrosia stares levelly with the good doctor, a semblance of her old, sure-headed, gritty self returning to fill the gaps in her lucidity. Dropping her voice to a conspiratorial whisper she confides with utmost seriousness...

"Ewoks. I mean I wasn't seeing them, just...hearing. Somewhere...up there," her right hand flaps around with a pointed finger to the ceiling. "Lots of'em. And no. Where the hell am I going to get a blaster?" She narrows her eyes at Sesti like she thinks the younger woman's an idiot.

"Well, hopefully after that first incident when you tried to take Kort's blaster and shoot Alk, I hope no one has been foolish enough to bring one anywhere near you," Sesti replies to the question. She returns the seriousness if the woman's response. "Were you remembering when you were there? Did you hear anyone else from your past on Endor there?" the question is completely serious, without any hint of disbelief.

"Lando, the damn pest..." Ambrosia mutters, glancing habitually over her shoulder. "They just made him 'Captain'...part of our ground crew, for some shit-brained reason. Couldn't squat to take a piss without hearing him preening about somewhere to someone. Old fart."

So she likes him, right? Sighing, Ambrosia flops her head back and resumes staring at the ceiling. "Can I at least get a different view?"

"I have heard that about him," Sesti grins, watching the woman's vigilance as she talks.

The question brings her gaze to the monitors, and she considers. "Perhaps some fresh air would help. However, Major, if I see one blip out of place in your monitors, we will bring you right back and hook you up. Being shot through the chest is something no one just gets up out of bed and walks away from a week or two later." She stands up, still out of reach from how far the old soldier's arms can bend at the elbows, and tests the repulsors on the bed, before she considers which systems hooked up to Amber absolutely must remain attached and therefore come with them, and what can be temporarily released. She nods to a couple of orderlies, but a hard look reminds them not to get close enough to be grabbed.

"I have been talking to Hex about his own cybernetic choices. He is now worried that you can shoot blaster bolts from your finger," she tells her patient conversationally as they begin the process that will allow them to take the Major outside.

"Hah," Ambrosia utters a mirthless chuckle, glancing to Hex's empty bed. Then the tanks. Where is he? Not able to trust her own eyes, she keeps quiet, suspecting that maybe he is somewhere, hiding in plain sight. "Nah...was never my style. Good idea though, in hindsight." So far she's being good, keeping hands to herself. To keep them busy, she fusses with the sheet, tugging it up a little higher over her robed self. "How's my hair?" It's said with an even tone, but there's an ornery gleam in her eye.

"Not as uptight as usual," Sesti answers promptly, staying wellll away from the Major on that answer, with a bit of smirk playing about her lips. "Hex had some problems with infection, but now that that is cleared up, he is able to start using a chair to move around. Major Dameron offered him the services of a doctor who knows how to talk to people. Help him come to terms with his new body and how his life will change."

A little span of silence passes before Ambrosia pulls herself away from thinking about her hair - after Sesti's comment - and back to the topic at hand. Emotional Hex. "Well. Suppose that's good, if he's the sort to 'preciate it. I'm glad he's mobile. Makes one of us..." Although she /is/ a little mobile now, or about to be, even if she'd not the one at the reins.

"Yes, well. We need to take your mobility a little more slowly, Major. Right now you still have your own heart. We could replace if it necessary, but I think you would rather keep yours if you could," Sesti tells her drily as the repulsor-bed begins to move. She walks alongside, motioning to doors to slide open so they can go outside. "Your brain was damaged, Major. Not just from the fall down the stairs, but from lack of oxygen until we had you hooked up to a ventilator. This is not going to be easy as recuperating from that knee I put in." She pauses. "You are a soldier, Major, and I do not thinkg appreciate a sugar coating, so I am skipping the bedside manner, telling you the facts as they are."

Ambrosia squints as she's escorted through parting doors and into the blast of fresh, real air. She swallows, jaw wagging slowly from side to side as she almost literally chews this information, trying to formulate a sufficient response. "Well, that explains some things." A pause. "I think." Frowning, she tries to look at her lazy, slow to respond feet. "What stairs?"

"Do you remember the last mission to Sullust, Major?" Sesti asks. "The sniper, the burning building?" She pauses a moment, considering before taking a deep breath and adding quietly, "Kylo Ren?" Her gaze goes apprehensively to the monitors as she asks the last question.

The shadow man...

A few flickers of mixed memories and emotion flit through Ambrosia's brain. The mask - she remembers the mask. Or 'a' mask. It triggers a memory of one many, many years older though. And something Jax once said...a question. The Force...fact or farce? Ambrosia just breathes for now, pulse elevating just a tad as she stares back into that smoky haze. "I was burning," she murmurs softly. "He just stood there." But is it that little bastard's mask she's seeing now or someone else? The faces just blur. "I could've touched him." Closing her eyes, she tries to sort through the mix-matched snippets in time.

Those voices are back, mocking her with their quiet speech through the door. "But I..." Jax's face looms in the mix of things. Jax. Or is it? Another pair of eyes watches her through that door, too. "Can't let them take my child. The burning doesn't matter. Just have to get in the way."

And the distress signal is back.

Although she doesn't hit the panic alarm, Sesti does not curtly to the orderlies, and they file back inside, pushing Ambrosia back to the machines and hooking her up once more. "Major," she says firmly. "Where are we Major? They have not taken your children. Your children are safe." She checks the Major's eyes for responsiveness and shakes her head. She will continue to talk to Amber as the machines stabilize her, feeding a sedative into her once more, but this time at a lower dose, rather than a tranq made for an angry rancor.

“Where are we?” Ambrosia echoes, sounding far away. She blinks her focus back to Sesti and the indoor surroundings. Hell, that was a quick walk. “Or where am I?” At least she can acknowledge there’s discrepancy! “Just got lost a minute in my head. Jax – I was trying to get to Jax. Something was downstairs. The Master Sergeant. You went down and then…the fire. Hex...” Trailing off, she looks away. “Yeah, I remember.”