My nifty spectacles.
Questionable Cargo(cont.)
a Star Wars fanfic by R.J. Davis
Renath stepped back, his jaw hung low. This wasn't right, something was up. Could his contact be a slaver, or perhaps an artificer of more risque sciences? It was strongly against Renath's morals to ever stand for slaving and if that was the case Renath would quickly cut all links with his employer. Whatever the case was, the girl was beginning to awaken from her frozen state. Should she be unfrozen too fast it would be a case of extreme shock to her body, causing severe trauma and eventually death. Renath stated to panic, his breath becoming rapid. His eyes darted around the dark room searching for an answer or idea to strike him. The cryostasis system inside the box was failing and soon there would be no hope of keeping the twi'lek from thawing.
Then it hit him. Renath's brain jogged to the exact spot in his memory that held the answer to this dilemma. At one time in his youth, Renath aspired to become a doctor. He would study countless literature and medical encyclopedias, amassing a wealth of knowledge he would one day use in the field of a working physician. Although he eventually never pursued that dream, Renath knew his understanding of medical sciences was not aquired in vain; it would help him in this situation. Acting on impulse, he dashed towards the living quarters of the ship where a kit of various stimpacks and medicines were stored. Opening the case he scanned its contents, taking a few items into his hands: a vial of a misty blue liquid, a stimpack injector and a cylinder of bacta. Fumbling around with these items, Renath assembled a concoction that would stabilize the girl's thawing body and allow her to safely come to her conciousness.
Entering the storage compartment once more, Renath looked inside of the box, seeing that her eyes were beginning to move with rapid abandon behind her closed eyelids. If he didn't act fast she would be doomed for sure. Taking the stimpack in hand, he placed the stimpack's needle on the surface of her neck, and pinpointed it to deliver the dose directly into her main artery. With a quick puncture, he injected the pack's formula into her cold vein and pulled the needle back out, setting the device to the side. The only thing left to do was wait and pray. Her existance relied on him, and he could never live with himself knowing he had a part in not only exporting, but killing a living being.
It took about 5 minutes. Five excruciatingly long minutes. Five torturous sanity-wrecking minutes before Renath realized his treatment had worked. Her eye movement began to slow and her chest started to slowly rise and collapse as her lungs became functional. Renath let out a sigh of relief. He had saved this girl, and soon she would come to her senses. That was something Renath thought hard about. What if she were violent, or if perhaps this twi'lek had never seen the likes of the outside world. What if this girl is part of a cloning project, cloning was highly illegal and widely thought of as taboo. What if..... 'What if', those two words piled on top of one another as the questions formed until they overcrowded his mind. What he knew was that something was very wrong with this, and he would get to the bottom of it no matter what.
Short story post today. *points at current mood*
I just have to showcase my awesome new glasses to the world!
a Star Wars fanfic by R.J. Davis
Renath stepped back, his jaw hung low. This wasn't right, something was up. Could his contact be a slaver, or perhaps an artificer of more risque sciences? It was strongly against Renath's morals to ever stand for slaving and if that was the case Renath would quickly cut all links with his employer. Whatever the case was, the girl was beginning to awaken from her frozen state. Should she be unfrozen too fast it would be a case of extreme shock to her body, causing severe trauma and eventually death. Renath stated to panic, his breath becoming rapid. His eyes darted around the dark room searching for an answer or idea to strike him. The cryostasis system inside the box was failing and soon there would be no hope of keeping the twi'lek from thawing.
Then it hit him. Renath's brain jogged to the exact spot in his memory that held the answer to this dilemma. At one time in his youth, Renath aspired to become a doctor. He would study countless literature and medical encyclopedias, amassing a wealth of knowledge he would one day use in the field of a working physician. Although he eventually never pursued that dream, Renath knew his understanding of medical sciences was not aquired in vain; it would help him in this situation. Acting on impulse, he dashed towards the living quarters of the ship where a kit of various stimpacks and medicines were stored. Opening the case he scanned its contents, taking a few items into his hands: a vial of a misty blue liquid, a stimpack injector and a cylinder of bacta. Fumbling around with these items, Renath assembled a concoction that would stabilize the girl's thawing body and allow her to safely come to her conciousness.
Entering the storage compartment once more, Renath looked inside of the box, seeing that her eyes were beginning to move with rapid abandon behind her closed eyelids. If he didn't act fast she would be doomed for sure. Taking the stimpack in hand, he placed the stimpack's needle on the surface of her neck, and pinpointed it to deliver the dose directly into her main artery. With a quick puncture, he injected the pack's formula into her cold vein and pulled the needle back out, setting the device to the side. The only thing left to do was wait and pray. Her existance relied on him, and he could never live with himself knowing he had a part in not only exporting, but killing a living being.
It took about 5 minutes. Five excruciatingly long minutes. Five torturous sanity-wrecking minutes before Renath realized his treatment had worked. Her eye movement began to slow and her chest started to slowly rise and collapse as her lungs became functional. Renath let out a sigh of relief. He had saved this girl, and soon she would come to her senses. That was something Renath thought hard about. What if she were violent, or if perhaps this twi'lek had never seen the likes of the outside world. What if this girl is part of a cloning project, cloning was highly illegal and widely thought of as taboo. What if..... 'What if', those two words piled on top of one another as the questions formed until they overcrowded his mind. What he knew was that something was very wrong with this, and he would get to the bottom of it no matter what.
Short story post today. *points at current mood*
I just have to showcase my awesome new glasses to the world!