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originally posted in:The New Dojo
11/18/2016 11:01:22 PM
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Cannon was walking back towards his ship for the night when he heard gunshots.
[i]Wonder what's going on this time...[/i]
He jogged off towards the sound, arriving at the house just in time to see Grant collapse.
Running over to the man, he quickly assed his injuries and reached for his first aid kit.
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[b]Well, first off, my entire arm was gone. Second, there was some shotshell in my back. Third, I was bleeding profusely from my arm. That needed to stop really fast, else I'll die real quick.[/b]
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"Sir, I don't know if you can hear me, but I'm going to try and fix your arm. This will hurt." Grabbing a small canister from his belt, the Mandalorian presses it into the stub-arm, emptying it's contents onto the wound. The injury is immediately filled with a thick blue-white foam, plugging the wound from further bleeding and numbing the pain.
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[b]I grind my teeth together, and then the pain stopped. The foam was turned a light red from all the blood loss, but at least now is survive.[/b] "Yeah, I can hear you. Just... Make sure I don't die, aight? I got two daughters. They'd be crushed without me." [b]My voice was low, and raspy, probably from the shotshell in my back.[/b]
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"Alright, stay with me mate. You'll be fine. Just don't go into shock and I'll have you good as new in a jiffy. Can you wa- never mind, that looks like spinal damage."
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"Nah, nah. I can walk. It just barely pierced the armor. Just help me up and show me where to go." [b]I try to get up, but fail miserably. It hurt like hell.[/b]
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"Yeah, you're not walking." Cannon pulls the injured man to his feet, slinging his remaining arm over his shoulders. "Hold on tight." He activates his jetpack and they loft into the air, heading for his ship.
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[b]I was surprised at first. Not started. I'd been higher in the air before, back when I was at the Big Empty. I held on tight, waiting to get to our destination.[/b]
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We arrive at the ship, and ugly L-shaped black and gold thing, and Cannon lands. He quickly pulls you inside towards the med bay.
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"What are ya gonna do to me?" [b]I don't offer and resistance, but I do try to help him help me get to the med bay.[/b]
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"Patch you up, obviously. What else?" He sits you down on a medical table. "Ok, first off. Do you have a concussion? Any pain in your head? If so I need to deal with that first."
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"Nah. Just the bullets in my back and the missing arm."
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"Oh, just that huh? Alright. I'll get the bullets put first. How do you get this armor off?"
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"Strap at each shoulder, then it just slides off."
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Cannon unbuckles the armor and inspects the wound. "You, sir, are one lucky shabuir. The armor took most of it, this is barely a flesh wound!" He grabs a scalpel then pauses. "I'm going to have to dig them out. Want me to put you out for that? It'll take some time, and it's gonna hurt like haran."
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"Nah. I've been through worse. Way worse." [b]The scars on my back proved it. There were hundreds of slashes, bullet holes, and other scarred-over injuries on my back. Little shotshell wouldn't hurt too much.[/b]
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"I can see that. Well, don't say I didn't warn ya." He activates the lazer scalpel and prceeds to dig out the pellets for the next few minutes.
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[b]I grind my teeth, but I don't yell or scream in pain. This was nothing compared to having my arm blown off.[/b]
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"Ok, that's the last of them." Cannon grabs a bacta pad and tapes it over the wound. "No about your arm..."
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"Yeah.... Bout that... What can you do for it?"
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The Mandalorian removes his helmet, revealing his heavily scarred face (Jango Fett clone). "Well, depends on what you want and what your budget is. Anything from synthetic to possibly cloning you a new one. I'll see what I have. Until then, try to stay awake. I'm still not convinced your system took those hits as well as you're acting." He starts to rummage through some crates. "Didn't catch your name. I'm Cannon, Cannon Lok."
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"I'm Grant. Ranger Grant. New California Republic, 34th Battalion, Ranger Station Omega. And my budget would be around ten thousand NCR dollars."
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"Ok... No idea what that adds up to in credits. You might be able to afford a decent grade synthetic for that, assuming it's anywhere near 10,000 creds." He rummages through a crate of odds and ends. "You said you had a family?" He asks, attempting at small talk as he works.
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"Yeah. Two daughters. Neither of them are mine. Adopted them both. One's name is Elvis Rosegold, other is Pan. Don't know Pan's last name. They're both batshit insane, but I'll be damned if I don't love 'em."
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Cannon freezes, blushing slightly at the mention of Pan's name. "You're Pan's dad? Well, in that case this one's on the house, sir. I got some beskar in the cargo hold, could plate the arm woth it for you. Assuming you don't just want a cloned arm, that is." He moves to another crate, marked with some odd runes, and opens it.
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"Don't think I didn't see you blush. You and Pan got something going on? Not that I mind. I ain't gonna control her life. She's an adult, after all."
