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Post by Cassava on Feb 4, 2019 12:28:23 GMT -5
your darkness will be shrouded by my own. "The best you can do is what you were going to do, darling."
Raya's voice hit her ears. She was ready to dive in an administer medication, which was enough sentiment on her end to satisfy the salty older physician. Alas, Komari seemed dead set on finding solutions to the ailing lower sectors of Abbayor. Cassava could admire the younger medics arguments, alas, Raya didn't seem too convinced. He spoke on the Empire as if it had been around for years personally beating down on his home. Truth be told, it was close to same on other planets. There was always a group of people forced to live in squalor like some sort of subspecies. Raya was a longwinded man too. His words and passion-filled hate for the upper authority was clear. His words were spoken with venom and infliction. He meant every word of what he said. With that, he turned away, looking after the patient. That is, after supplying them with paired of sterile scrubs and leaving a few snide comments in about Cassava's choice of clothing. She bit her tongue and held the garments in her arms. Komari seemed obliged to give the Saiyan her privacy. She saw not the need; a medical doctor would be lying if he had never seen the bare body of a woman. Even the most novice of clinicians had seen more than any book in their schoolings could. "Don't worry about him, he's just an old dude. All old dudes in my experience are a bit, wild, to put it nicely. At least he isn't groping or palpating me like some sort of lab rat. Some old creeps are the . . . best." Cassava's shoulders slumped as she made her way into the corner of privacy. "I'm sure that Dr. Raya does all that he can for these people, despite that rough looking exterior of his." Cassava noted with a smile. More words sprouted from Komari's mouth, ensuring that they could leave at any moment. The Saiyaness shook her head before turning to face the dark-haired man again. "It's good to see the truth. Sometimes if you don't know what the bad is like, you won't fight as hard to make changes. I'm sure you had to see and do some gruesome things in medical school. You sure as hell don't want to play in a cadaver, but to get to that end goal you sure as hell will."Cassava began to disrobe, her heavy katchin boots and gauntlets littering the ground for now. She would organize it all in a moment though. After the tatters of old clothing were pried from her body carefully, it was complete. Nurse Cass on a triage floor near you. Fear her perky buds, clearly present beneath the sheer fabric of the bile green scrubs. She finished it off with the pair of the 'fresh' gloves she was slipping into earlier. Now she was safe, and ready, to shove needles into patients. Perhaps it was a fever dream of hers? Cassava emerged to the hallway. Her face was painted with determination to make a difference with her time here. Raya already seemed beyond desperation, perhaps even to surrender. He appeared to have swallowed on static, never changeable ending. Cassava wanted to prove him wrong, just as much as Komari. When she was finished changing she found the first, and probably only sterile needle they had access to. She luckily had learned a trick from her mother that could at least minimize chances of cross contamination, thought with multiple uses that needle was going to get dull and painful. She set up a tub of pure bleach, and a few others with fresh water from her canteen. She could cleanse the needle by hand in a single systematic system. Then move onto the next injection. Treating things like an assembly line helped the woman stay focused. She moved towards the boxes of Flora, unboxing the small glass bottles she looked through the instructions on dosing and kept them close to memory. Once the Doctor was ready, she smiled and prepared to wheel her cart of sterile methods to each patient needing aid.
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Post by Doctor Kaijin Vex on Feb 7, 2019 16:07:30 GMT -5
Damn that man.
Komari sighed as he sat inside his own changing room for a moment, reflecting upon the horror that was the past few minutes. He was concerned for Cassava, of course. The woman had only just arrived to Abbayor, and was already being exposed to the deepest, darkest horrors of the state, the type that is usually hidden by government officials in order to paint the picture of the "perfect utopia". Anyone who actually lived as a resident would say the planet was far from a utopia, but the living conditions of the upper districts were good. Excellent even, for the wealthy. The true squalor was here...and Cassava was neck deep in it.
However, his concerns were more for himself. Internally, his priority was to get in and out of the district. Do his job quietly and efficiently, maybe visit his mother and younger brothers, then speed out of the district at lightspeed. Yet, Dr. Raya was right, to a degree. Sure, the old man was bitter, he had been that way since Komari was eight, and probably well before then. But, he was right. After ignoring the slums for this long, the government finally threw the slums a bone, but it was in the form of painkillers. It was medicine, yes, but it was basically telling the people that if they were to die out, they could do so in peace. It wasn't help. No one was getting out of their situation, no one was leaving the hospital alive. It just kept the patients from screaming until their hearts stopped beating. It wasn't a solution, it was a way for the government to say they helped, while not actually taking action. It was a frustrating reality, but reality was frustrating.
However, it wasn't just Raya's words that got to Komari, it was guilt as well. Raya had simply escalated what had already been eating away at the young medic. Even during medical school, he had lied awake many nights wondering whether working in the upper districts was the right decision. Back then, and even now, he justifies it with the fact that by working in the upper districts, he makes enough money to provide just enough for himself, and to give the rest to his family, so that they may stay out of deeper poverty. Komari could still never forget that one time one of his younger brothers came down with a fever, and it was only through Komari's contacts, and his money, that they dragged the boy to one of the hospitals that Komari used to work in, in the upper districts. If not for Komari, the boy would've died down there, in the slums, the fever eating away at him until his body failed to function anymore. His job saved his family.
However, there were other days in which he was well aware of the struggles of the inner city. Of the fact that Dr. Raya, and dozens of other doctors had given up their jobs of prestige in the upper levels to work themselves to death down here....and often wondered if there was something wrong with him, because he was born in the slums, and didn't wish to do the same. Was he callous? Heartless? Did he not care for the poor man, now that he was apart of the higher income community?
Komari wanted to say no to all of this, but that would only be his truth. Not the truth.
Pulling on his scrubs, he decided it was time to stop reflecting on life in a dingy bathroom. Stepping out into the hallway, he smiled at Cassava briefly before the duo made their way back into the main hall. Back to the cesspool of germs and disease, only held at bay by their wristbands and the grace of the gods above.
Thankfully, with Cassava cleaning the needles, they needn't worry about cross contamination today.
Komari was no stranger to treating the dying. He was a warzone medic. The type of man who knew how to perform complete surgical procedures to men dying in fields, and knew how to stitch someone up as well as he knew how to blast another into oblivion. However, to those men and women in action, they were dying from wounds suffered in the fields of combat. This was a different type of death. The type that settled into their very soul, their very being. Their breath stank of decay, and many had the sunken, glassy look of one who could simply give up at any moment. Men, women, children, it did not matter. When it came to the slums, disease and death did not discriminate.
And all he could do was send them on their way with a lower level of pain then they otherwise would have felt.
"Truly saddening, isn't it?" Dr. Raya spoke to the pair of volunteer medics the next time they were positioned near each other. The man positioned his glasses in a way in which it was hard to tell his facial expression from eye contact, purely from the glint of light that masked his eyes from view.
"Tell me...why are each of you here? Truly? To satisfy the guilty conscience? Or is there something else...?"
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Post by Cassava on Feb 8, 2019 13:43:53 GMT -5
your darkness will be shrouded by my own. The silence between the changing rooms and when she would see Komari again seemed long. Perhaps the medic had a lot on his mind. Maybe returning to this place that was formerly his home affected him on a deeper level. Cassava would more than likely feel the same weight of guilt if she were in his position. Fortunately, she wasn't. Today she was here to aid people, not worry about how they got there or how they'll get out. There wasn't anything she as an individual could do anyhow. Cassava tried not to let her mind loiter in the past. She was a progressive, learning from mistakes, but only to improve upon the function currently being implemented. She liked to access, adapt, and achieve whatever was placed before her. Still, outwardly Cassava seemed rather carefree and goody two shoes. Komari escaped from whatever dark damp room he was changing in. Her eyes lingered upon his fresh scrubs. His features were obscured by his heavily rimmed glasses; it didn't stop the woman from trying to get a full vision of the younger doctor in his field. He was nice on the eyes after all. Alas, whatever smile he shot her way was quickly interrupted by Raya once more. The older doctor talked about the sad situations. Still, what bothered Cassava more was him asking why they were there. Cassava knew why she was, she agreed to help the people of Abbayor who were struggling. Be it attack by a giant robot, or a petty theft, Cassava would be there to intervene and save the day. That was her goal, her ambition. To help those who lacked the means to do for themselves. Cassava had far too long hurt and asked questions later. Now was her arch to redemption for all those sins. "Guilty Conscious? I would feel guiltier if I had anything to really do with this directly. Still, I see your point. My reasons are my own, but, I want to do well on the world. I want to help where I can, stop wars, and help us all progress to a unified group of individuals. Me being here specifically was a way I never imagined that I could help however," Cassava spoke, cleaning the syringe before taking a dose of the pain reliever into her syringe. Cassava sighed, her eyes shifting to Komari. "It's not that exciting of a story; what about you Komari?" Cassava spoke before walking alongside the older doctor. She listened to his words intently, he did after all, know all these people and their conditions like the back of his hand. If she had any issues or concerns, Raya would be one of the first to ask. "So, most of the people here all suffer from the same main disease huh?" Cassava inquired. Her mind was trying to wrap it's hands around the idea of a single strain of a disease wiping out populations; still, it wouldn't have been the first time something like that has happened.
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Post by Doctor Kaijin Vex on Feb 10, 2019 18:06:45 GMT -5
Raya was beginning to get real old real quick.
Komari stared up at the older doctor from his crouched position, rather annoyed at the unwelcome intrusion. However, any foul mouthed comments he had planned for the grey haired human remained stuck in his throat as Raya commented on their reasons for being. Why were they here? A simple question, yet one that gave the younger medic pause. Why was he here? Well, he was given the assignment to be here by command, obviously. But beyond that? Well, Komari couldn't quite put his finger on why. Raya did point out perhaps it was to wash away his sense of guilt, but being here had only put it on blast, due to the realization that he escaped, while thousands of others down here languished.
Cassava's reasoning sound good. Nice and noble. He admired that aspect of the woman, and found himself wanting to say the same. However, he knew that if he were to claim such as his goal, that both he and Raya would know it to be complete and utter bull. So why was it that he was here?
"I'm here because this is my home, Raya. As much as you refuse to believe it, me living in the capitol doesn't change that. I will never forget where I came from, and I will never stop trying to provide."
Whoa, where did that come from? The words just tumbled out of Komari's mouth without his permission, however as he replayed that moment for a few seconds, he found himself agreeing. He wasn't some outsider trying to give to the needy in order to accumulate good karma. No, he lived here. He spent the majority of his life down here. He was sent down here because he had a connection to the people, because even though he lived in the government district, he would always be welcomed back with open arms....by most.
Dr. Raya was, for the most part, amused and satisfied with the answer. Turning to Cassava, he began to speak once more.
"Interesting..and to answer your question...there are several things running rampant in this district. However, we split this apartment into categories based on level of injury. The top floor houses the physical, as well as the rudimentary cases. So, injuries such as broken bones, sprains, or common cases like a simple stomach bug or something that is curable, even with the medicine we have on hand. And then we have levels such as this one, where most patients suffer from a strain of disease, known as "Shi" or "Death", which reports high death rates. A cure is within reach, and has been developed years ago, but it is highly expensive on the market. For years we have pleaded with the private sector, but to no avail, and the government will offer no assistance. Thus, we make do on our own."
Komari sighed, looking to Cassava and Raya as he moved to fill up one of his syringes with the Flora painkiller.
"They will give us the supplies we need. I'll make them. One day, the hospital will not be seen as a place of death, but as a place for h-"
"Spare me the false promises. While we daydream, people continue to suffer quietly. I would rather stick to what I am doing and believe in the fact that no help is coming, rather than cling to false hope." Raya interrupted, looking down upon Komari with a rather disappointed expression. Extracting a syringe, Raya then moved to refill it with another proper dosage of Flora.
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Post by Cassava on Feb 11, 2019 21:26:09 GMT -5
your darkness will be shrouded by my own. The smell of formaldehyde and various cleaning supplies and sterilants still festered in the air of the hospital. Though the looks didn't match the nauseating chemicals entering her lungs. Cassava coughed a bit, a tickle bugging her throat as she patrolled the hallways and crowds of sick bodies with Raya and Komari. Both of them were decently regarded physicians, the woman felt a bit out of place. Still, she knew some things from her mother, she related to being in clinics, hospitals, and other areas of acute care. Usually death wasn't what she and her mother saw. They saw limbs missing, eviscerations, brain matter. Here she saw skeletons, pestilence, and apathy. Most of the despair was coming from visiting relatives who weren't much healthier. There was an odd tenseness in the air between these two physicians. After her explanation for being here, both Raya and Komari seemed satisfied with her answer, and even her sincerity. The raven-haired woman smiled. Even in this glum of a situation, she managed to smile. "I see. It's horrible that they named the disease after something so morbid, it sounds archaic," Cassava noted, though respectably. Komari pleaded with Raya once more, giving a gallant speech about how he was going to make real change for the lower sectors of Abbayor. She felt a truth from the man's words, perhaps even inspired. Perhaps he could make dreams a reality under the new emperor of the galaxy? Maybe this new rein would steer the Empire into the quality of their people, and not just their guns? The two doctors drew up their syringes with precision. Cassava noted the two administer their doses. She looked for the area of administration, and if the medication was distributed through a vein or muscle. Either way, she mirrored the two experts in the room, her cold hands reading to position the frail arms of the masses in the room. One shot down. Cassava drew up some clean water, disposed of it. Drew up some bleach, disposed of it. Finally, she gave it one more rinse before drawing up a second dose and making her way around the ward with the others. At least Raya helped them administer the medications, any help that they could get was imperative. Easing the pain of those experiencing something traumatic or harrowing was a blessing in disguise. More and more of the bodies were being ailed. Cassava kept it up. Occasionally switching to a fresh needle once supply allowed. Still, she was pretty sure her sterilization method was better than some of the health standards of such a downtrodden hospital. "It's good to dream. It's good to be a realist. Still, I'd say a good mixture is for the best," Cassava retorted as the two bickered and managed to bite their tongues in front of the patients. Not that they looked too alert or interested anyhow. "I have foolish dreams I want to achieve, and I try every day. Will it ever happen? No. Still, I persevere. Perhaps I'm the mentally insane one?"
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Post by Doctor Kaijin Vex on Feb 15, 2019 2:59:19 GMT -5
Doctor Raya was perplexed by such philosophies. What was it between Cassava, and Komari, that still drove them to act against the impossible? Wasn't it clear that the government had no intent to help them? Komari believed himself some form of miracle worker, thinking that he could march to the administration himself and demand change, and for them to bow before him and immediately restore this district to some grand state of prosperity. And then there was Cassava, who just admitted to the man that she still continued to pursue dreams that she admitted were silly and unable to be achieved. So why pursue them? Why waste your time with something that you knew could not be done? Was it simple fantasies of the young?
Raya sighed, resigned with the conversation. He had allowed himself to get carried away in the politics of it all. He was a doctor, after all, not a government official, advocating for the entire district on the finer points of distribution of funding.
Turning away from the pair, Raya raised a single hand up in the air, as a casual way of saying goodbye
"Ciao." Raya said before heading back to his office and shutting the door, leaving the two to continue the rest of their job in relative silence.
The hours passed by quicker than one may think when they're doing the same thing over and over again. The floor ended up having more patients than what was truly believed, for there turned out to be multiple rooms like the one that Raya, Komari and Cassava had spent their time in...but they managed to get them. And before they knew it, it was the end of their journey, and it was time to return back up to the surface.
"I believe that's it for this level. They would get a repeat dosage in twelve hours, but I'm sure the hospital staff can handle that..." Komari said aloud, moving from his kneeling position. His expression was a forlorn one, one of disappointment and sadness. Looking to Cassava, he offered a small smile.
"You did well today. I'm impressed....and your philosophy impressed me too. When you spoke to Raya about wanting to help people, and just saving others for the good of it, and because it's the right thing to do....it spoke to me, in a way. I don't know what I want to do about this district yet, but I know I have to do something. But you....I have the feeling you're gonna be able to help a lot of people, in the Empire and beyond. Just don't let people like Raya get you down, okay? They've seen so much shit in they're lives that they've lost hope that good people exist. But us younger people...we still believe. There's too much stuff that we have yet to try, and we won't sit down and watch the universe implode."
Komari turned to walk down the hallway to Raya's office, expecting the Saiyan to follow.
"Come by my apartment sometime when you're not rebuilding some warzone or something...or arresting some space pirates. Whatever it is that you free spirits do. I'd definitely like to see you again. And maybe the next time...I'll have a bit more clarity on what I want to do." He said, knocking on the door before turning the knob to Raya's office.
"Let's get this over with so I can take you back to your house." He finished, with a smile before pushing open the door, only to be immediately greeted with the overwhelming stench of cigarette smoke.
"What do you want this time?" Raya spoke.
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Post by Cassava on Feb 16, 2019 12:24:21 GMT -5
your darkness will be shrouded by my own. As they trio were all stating their motivations and what pushed them against the adversity, Cassava noted that Dr. Raya's face seemed perplexed. Surely, he was wondering why they persevered. Why they continued to fight for their ideals despite the overwhelming plethora of things going against them. Cassava was a hopeless dreamer, but she wasn't ignorant. She knew that her chances of making a difference were slim to none, but she had to atone for her sins; not that she would delve into that with the doctors. The older doctor wandered off back to his office to leave the pair alone to continue with the rest of their work. Cassava sighed, but kept moving, drawing up medicine, and administering doses to the dozens upon hundreds of sick patients. A stray hand rubbed her lower back as she felt a dull ache. Standing and leaning for hours was rather taxing on the body; especially when one is trying to be steady and careful with a syringe in hand. It took hours even for her to meet all the patients and supply their dose. They seemed grateful for relief, but the grim looks on their faces were disheartening. Cassava sighed and moved to the next, applying up much palliative care as they could in this short day. Cassava assumed that Komari had brought enough supplies for the patients to have care for a few days more, if not weeks. At least, she hoped that was the case. She couldn't bare the thought of leaving these people down here to suffer, this was just one area of the slums too. Who knew how many other places just like this one rested on the under levels of Abbayor. Her mind whirled as she danced between patients, her steady hand and movements made to reduce any discomfort despite a rather dull reused needle. "Oh, good, at lest there is some continuity of their care," Cassava spoke after Komari spoke after several hours and most of the patients on this floor were taken care of. Surely this hospital was short staffed, so at least the pair being there to administer medicine took a load off them. The raven-haired woman nodded towards Kaijin, her exhaustion clearly showing in her face. She watched him and listened intently as he offered the smallest of a smile. "Ah, I don't let Raya get to me. When you spend most of your time in a bleak place, your entire mindset shifts. I understand, and I get him. Still, even if I have no chance of accomplishing my goals, I still get the experience of trying. I can go to bed at night, knowing I did everything within my power today for the betterment of mankind." Cassava replied, watching as Komari turned and made his way down the hallway towards Raya. She quietly followed the man after cleaning up her supplies and disposing of any trash accordingly. Cassava cleared her throat at the words Komari spoke. He asked her to visit him sometime. Whatever seeing him again would entail, he seemed to be a relatively kind and generous person. She nodded quietly, her lips curving into a grin. "Of course, Komari, I wouldn't mind seeing you again as well. Hopefully the next time we meet after this, big changes will be happening down here. At least, I can hope. After all, us young people are all hopeless dreamers."Komari walked into the office, the unique smell of cigarettes blooming from the room. Cassava held her breath and stood by Komari's side idly. She was unsure what else the man had planned besides explaining that they were done for the day. Alas, would another day come? Cassava would make a mental note to make a progress check eventually. "Dr. Raya, this floor has been treated, surplus supplies appropriately stored for later use; also, no adverse reactions to the medication besides a woman with hives; we administered an antihistamine, she seems to be doing better now." Cassava stated her progress report before Komari could say whatever he wanted to. Perhaps she overstepped her bounds.
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Post by Doctor Kaijin Vex on Feb 20, 2019 21:35:02 GMT -5
Dr. Raya stared at them for a moment as Cassava proceeded to give her report on the status of the floor. Interestingly enough, they actually went ahead and proceeded to administer the painkiller to everyone on the floor. Releasing a soft sigh, Raya stood up, pushing his old rickety swivel chair back so that it collided against the back wall of his office...which was barely larger than a closet. Holding out his hand, he gestured for both Komari and Cassava to exit his office, so that he could speak to them without violating personal space.
"You both did well. I commend you in that aspect. In fact, I commend you for the whole ordeal. Despite our differences in philosophy and the aspects of youth and idealism that I sense in the both of you, you got the job done, faster than I could have done myself with the assistance of other medical staff. It's refreshing to have...renewed vigor within this office, instead of the same weary, dull faces. Consider that my compliment of the day. You two are welcome to linger in the district for however long you want, but your services are no longer required for now. I can handle the rest." Dr. Raya smiled softly. It was thin lipped and the man looked as if he was as sickly as the men and women he regularly treated. However, given the man's outlook on life, it could be inferred that smiling was something he didn't do often, and every second had to be treasured when he did.
Komari looked to Cassava once the man was out of earshot, and smiled.
"I'll take you back to your apartment."
"I'm glad I came here, with you, Cassava." Komari said as they both made their way out of the hospital, having abandoned their scrubs for their regular outfits once more, Komari once more dressed in his suit, after spending a good fifteen to twenty minutes near feverishly scrubbing himself in the bathroom with a bar of soap, trying to ensure that he didn't leave the district with any rare, flesh eating disease. Thankfully, Raya forced the two into what seemed like some sterilization machine that did a more thorough job cleansing them of any lingering pathogens than any bar of soap could. However, the device looked like it was hanging onto dear life through willpower and duct tape..so Komari could only hope it was thorough.
"Maybe one day...I can shine some light on this district constantly shrouded in darkness." Komari spoke once more. Just a few hours ago, he felt guilty about coming down here...hell, he still did. But the time for hiding away from this district had ended, and Komari came out of the situation better than he had went in. He knew now that he had to do something. Simply being deployed to the outer fringes and making money to send to his family wasn't good enough. But neither was quitting his job and working with Raya down in the district. No, he had to seek a permanent solution to the ever persistent issue. He had to change the administrative attitude towards the district, and help them actually uplift, instead of cover up.
"What are you gonna do now? I know you're not staying to live on Abbayor as an Imperial Citizen....so what's next on your big agenda, volunteer medic?" The Earthling male chuckled as he hopped into his speeder, opening the passenger seat door for Cassava to step in as well.
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Post by Cassava on Feb 22, 2019 20:47:39 GMT -5
your darkness will be shrouded by my own. As the woman stood in the smoke-filled doorway, Raya sighed and made his way back to his feet. The older doctor corralled them out of his office and back into the hallway of patients. The raven-haired woman paused, her tired body relishing in a moment with her arms glued to her side. This was more of a training session than she had had in a while. She would feel it in the morning. What came out of Raya's mouth however, was refreshing. Cassava received warm regards from the man. It seemed that whatever the doctor was doing along in his office, it could be safe to assume that he was thinking about them and their reasons for helping. Either way, it didn't matter. At least for the time being Dr. Raya appreciated and welcomed their aid. He even welcomed them to visit and explore the rest of the district. "It was a learning experience for sure Dr. Raya, thank you for having us," Cassava bowed to the man as he smiled. Komari then turned to the woman and smiled towards her as well. Seemed that everyone in the room was feeling well, at least for the briefest moment. "Oh, yes. I suppose we should head back," Cassava replied after Komari informed her that he would take her home. They made their way out of the hospital, the dark outside only illuminated by the flickering lights overhead from lamps and windows. Cassava shivered, her golden eyes locking onto Komari's speeder. The medic just explained his gratitude for her joining him. Whether that was because of her, or the things she did, she couldn't be sure. Alas, she was glad she came today too. It was good to shine a light on this not so pretty lower sanctum of poverty and disease. Komari hurt just from standing around and being in good health. Now, it was time for them to head back to what they would call a normal life. Though after this excursion, Cassava left a bit grateful for the things she had. "I hope you do fix this place, or at least do something to help ease the pain of the people down here," Cassava replied, her eyes filled with sadness as she spoke. "Me? I'm not sure what I'm going to do. But yeah, no I don't plan to live here. I don't even know if I'd be an Imperial ever. But I like your sense of humor. . ." Cassava lamented, her hand rubbing a tired eye as she found herself a seat back in the speeder that would take them back to the surface. Before she could finish her reply, he was driving, speeding back towards the light at the end of this tunnel of dread. "I guess I'll just keep moving. See if my people need me, see if anyone needs me. Try to make a difference and do some good in the world. I have no set agenda, I have no plans or thoughts brewing before I do it. I just hop into action, though, that hasn't always been the case." Cassava murmured as she marveled out the window of the speeder as the area around them became more detailed. It was amazing what you can't see down here without light.
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Post by Doctor Kaijin Vex on Feb 24, 2019 2:15:24 GMT -5
It didn't take long before they were gone. The constant darkness that haunted the poverty stricken district abandoned in favor of the bright sunlight of the upper levels, their small speeder joining scores of others as they raced across the marketplace that laid above, rejoining the upper echelons of society as they raced about on their errands, taking for granted the simplest of comforts. Very few feared about where their next meal would come from, or if they would have a house to return to when they came back from work, or whether their clothes would suffice for the coming winter.
So many, hopelessly oblivious. Living in a state of ignorant bliss. Living their lives, and going about their own business. Komari envied them to a degree. Not their ignorance, but rather their status. He envied them not for himself, but for everyone stuck in the lower districts. They deserved a chance to live as the upper class did. They deserved the opportunity to succeed.
They deserved a life better than what they had.
"I will make a difference there. I don't care what I have to do, whether I have to go to some public forum and blast it over live television, I will make people aware of this. My people have suffered for much too long in the darkness, wallowing away in a contained area, dying off while people up here shop to excess. It's...disgusting. I want aid for the people dying down there. By the time you come back here...I hope I made some progress, so that if you ever want to go down there again...we don't need to look upon the depressed faces of those already half gone...." Komari finished, before steering back into the tourism district, already moving for Cassava's estate housing that was provided for her during her stay on Abbayor. Stopping in front of the pathway leading to her door, Komari stepped out of his speeder, and opened the door for her, allowing her to step out onto the sidewalk. As he did, he placed a datachip in her hands.
"A datachip with my contact information on it...if you're ever in a bind..anywhere across the galaxy, and you need a small time medic like me, call me and I'll be there to help out. Also, if you ever want to go out to eat sometime...call me for that too." He winked before moving to climb back into his speeder.
"Let's make the galaxy a better place....together." Komari said, waving to her gently before revving up the engines of the speeder and shooting off into the distance.
He had much work to do now.
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Post by Cassava on Feb 24, 2019 9:15:28 GMT -5
your darkness will be shrouded by my own. So the job was done. The two had worn their hands to the bone, Cassava's own shook as she tried to settle and aim the last few syringes into her patients. While the Saiyan wasn't a medical doctor, or one with formal training. She managed to get along with the day swimmingly. The woman pushed through the sadness and desperation in the faces of her patients and tried to sympathize. Truth be told though, Cassava had no idea how they lived. While she could try to envision living in fear of some bubonic plague that wiped out around her, it wasn't something she lived. The Saiyan had no idea the plight of these people, whereas Komari did. She marveled at the man. His perseverance despite Dr. Raya calling him a traitor to his people. The fact that he took the verbal assaults and unkind words and finished his job was more than enough to speak to the trustworthiness and good-hearted nature of Komari. While he may have forgotten the people in his day to day life on the upper levels of Abbayor, their struggles never left the back of his mind. As they made their way back outside of the lower districts the upper levels began to bathe them in a brilliant light. The woman looked overhead at the atmosphere which seems clean and clear despite recent attacks on the planet. As much as the planet was nice in the upper areas, Cassava could never bare to sit on the surface so long as people like Dr. Raya and his patients were left to rot while obscured by the picturesque metropolitan city above. She gritted her teeth, her petite frame shifting in the cramped seat of the speeder as she and Komari went about their talk. Komari seemed inspired. His words were still lingering on the prospect of improving the lower sectors. So, it wasn't just an act for Raya, this was something he wanted as well. Of course, he did, his mother and brothers were still struggling down there, what kind of person wouldn't want to help? "I know you will Komari, you're a cunning man." Cassava replied to his promises to make changes. Her pearly whites peered through as she listened to him and his possible routes for success. Each of his ideas seemed plausible. Perhaps with this new emperor on the throne, some of the changes he spoke about at his induction would be a reality. While the Saiyan felt she didn't do too much by administering a few dozen doses of neuron blockers; she could feel good. Not only did she take the time to travel below the surface and help, she also was a Saiyan. Saiyans were long looked down upon under Polaris's rule. For the warrior to even trek to Abbayor, let alone it's more vulnerable spots, was a great deed of diplomacy. She could mark Abbayor off her list for now. Still, the woman had to keep moving. She snapped back to the conversation and ran a few slender fingers through her lengthy tresses of ebony hair. "I hope you have the means to get the truth out there. If people know how this is being allowed, it will put pressure on the top to do something about it. I just think they needed someone to get on the outside to even speak their peace."Cassava noted, her golden hues lingering on the man for a bit too long. From his messy dark tresses, to his side profile. She admired him, her eyes trailing down his lanky body which was obscured by an unkept suit. "I hope that you do that, I hope that when I do come back, because I will; it is a place that I can marvel at in disbelief. Hell, what if there is even a cure for the Death?" The Saiyan noted with a wondrous tone filling her voice. Of course, it was wishful thinking; but, remaining optimistic amongst such misfortune was something that could light up a room. Her head leaned back into the seat of the speeder as their own reentered the traffic of the upper echelons. They went through the tourism district and the area started to feel familiar. She was certainly already so close to home. It was unfortunate as she was enjoying her time with the wayward medic. He pulled up to the housing unit provided for her, and quickly stepped out and moved to open the door for her once more. She wasn't quite used to the formality, but she wasn't minding it. In fact, she felt quite special in the doctor's presence. Cassava stepped out of the car, her body shifting into a stretch. She tiredly looked towards the Doctor touched her hands. His warmth caused her cheeks to flush, still, her curiosity kept her focused on the data chip in hand. "A bind huh? Never know when I will need you to sew my arm back on, right!" Cassava joked, though his last stopped the Saiyan in her tracks. Go out to eat? Surely he knew that she was a Saiyan, even if it were a nice gesture, she would be sure to give him that disclaimer beforehand. Or, perhaps he was aware and just enjoyed the woman's company so much, he would pay the price. A slight chuckle played on the pale woman's plump lips. She nodded graciously and squeezed Komari's hands before he pulled away. "Sure thing doc. I do like to eat, perhaps we can make it a habit with status updates of your plight?" Cassava turned to face the man who was already back in his speeder. They ended on the note of making the galaxy a better place. Yes, why stop? Once the lower levels of Abbayor were healed, what would this Komari do next? With that, he was off. Cassava was sure that the man had much to think about and many a study to plan. If someone was going to make change, perhaps it was him. Cassava would be sure to keep up with him and try to mirror his thoughts and ideas in a similarly minded way. The Saiyan vigilante would be back amongst the stars soon. She had big plans in motion, and it just so happened that there was a certain rumor of divide of her own people she should investigate.
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