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Lysa Victre’s day began in the usual manner. Her whirring alarm went off exactly 2:00 hours before the All-Personnel wake up call, which was just as well. She hated the way that alarm jolted her from even the deepest slumber, leaving her heart pounding in her chest. She was no soldier- she was not cut out for such anxieties.
Since joining the Imperial Medic Division, her morning routine had been streamlined to the utmost efficiency, which she liked. Her sonic showers were brief yet effective. She had a white uniform to indicate her surgeon status, which was always disinfected, pressed, and waiting in her closet for her each new day. She slipped into her rather utilitarian black boots, appreciating how they added some height to her diminutive frame. She pulled back her dark brown hair into a tight ponytail, slid her glasses up the bridge of her nose, and the whole ordeal was done in a matter of ten minutes. That left plenty of time to set up and get to her real passions.
The commissary was not open yet, so she brought with her a nutrient bar and consumed it in the elevator as she traveled to one of the highest levels of the Spire. Her clinic was small, staffed only by herself and one rather old 2-1B Surgical Droid she called Tewbee, as this remote base was unlikely to see combat. Most of her duties were routine health checks, vaccinations, and the occasional minor illness. Though the Imperial Medical Academy had cleared her for far more complex operations, she enjoyed the relative ease of her station.
After all, she did not set out to be a doctor of any kind; she was simply a biologist. One who was hell-bent on seeing the far reaches of the galaxy, and service through the Empire’s Medical division seemed like the perfect place to start. Admittedly, Stygeon Prime was not the rich biological paradise she had hoped for, but it’s remoteness allowed her ample free time to observe the few wild species that did roam the planet- species which were largely undescribed to science.
She longed to get out to the planet’s icy surface herself, but she was not cleared to leave the Spire due to the dangerous terrain. Instead, she had to rely on the two Viper Probe Droids whose cameras and controls she had access to. She nicknamed them Cerastes and Crotalus, and every morning after waking up Tewbee from sleep mode and setting up the clinic, she would settle in with her caf and flick through their previous recordings.
Datapad in hand for notes, she scoured through blurred images, listened to garbled audio, and wrote down the time and date of any confirmed wildlife sightings, along with a description of the creature and what it was doing. So far, her most complete notes had been on the Tibidees, giant flying rays which were common upon this planet and a few others. She only ever sighted individuals with claspers- presumably males- in flight, which led her to believe the females were stationary, similar to bag moths on her home world of Corellia. She kept Crotalus pointed at the cliffs, hoping one day she would catch a female member of the species on her monitors to prove her hypothesis.
Today it seemed, would not be that day.
“Dr. Victre?” Tewbee called for her attention.
Lysa closed her monitors down, turning to the droid. “Yes Tewbee, what is it?”
“It looks like we have a new group of operatives moving to base today,” the mechanical voice continued.
“Okay, great. Can you send me their medical records so that I can look over them and get them registered in our system?”
“That’s just it, Dr. Victre. I’m afraid they have no previous medical records.”
Curious. Lysa tilted her head. “New recruits, then?”
“It does not appear so. They have various intake dates, beginning at 10 years ago.”
“Ten years? So they have been serving since the beginning of the Empire, and yet they have no medical records at all?”
“That would be correct, doctor.”
This was a troubling development to say the least. They must be so far behind on their vaccines, Lysa thought.
“Tewbee, can you send me whatever information we do have on them?” she asked.
The surgical droid bowed his head and Lysa’s datapad lit up. She scanned though the list, then furrowed her brow, her mouth drooping open.
“This isn’t a list of new patients, this is just a bunch of titles and service dates! There are no names, no ages, no homeworlds, nothing! There is no information given in any category!” She ranted in frustration.
“This information is considered highly classified, Dr. Victre.”
“I don’t care how classified they are! They have moved onto this base, and they have become my patients. Am I going to allow the health of any personnel in the Spire suffer because a group of no-names come in and refuse to get their Gandian Flu shot? I don’t think so!”
“Of course,” the droid sounded as resigned as his programming would allow him to, and Lysa felt rather apologetic.
Softening her tone, she asked, “well, Tewbee... Do you think perhaps you could handle the regular checkups today?”
Tewbee whirred through the daily appointment list, turned, and nodded.
“Good. Then clear my schedule. Looks like I have twelve new consultations to get through today.”
“Shall I inform your new patients that they are report in to the Medical Clinic?”
“Absolutely,” Lysa sat back down in her chair and swallowed the last of her caf. “When the wake up call comes, that is. Until then, you just rest your circuits. We’ve both got a long, long day ahead of us.”