Treated two more victims of gunshot wounds. Blaster fire this time. A different sort of wound, often easier to treat as the victim is generally either dead already or has suffered less trauma as compared to a solid slug. Still, vile things blasters. The fact that they kill more efficiently is hardly praise.
The two men I treated were a secretive duo, but they offered me assistance and a place to stay on Lannik if I, or the crew of the Blackhawk, are ever in need. This service is already paying in far more than credits, as I also learned that the Duros I treated previously is a Senator, and her human companion said to look him up if I am ever in the galactic west and need a favor.
Trey Nord has been working on some manner of weapons modifications for Sueh Strom. The duration of his efforts seemed to be causing her some consternation, and I spent some time with both of them attempting to diffuse the situation. I’m not sure how well it worked, but I think it’s best not to let such matters go unaddressed. It’s not good for the mental health of the crew, and though I’m no psychiatrist, I’m responsible for all aspects of the crew’s well being.
Dr. D.O.O.M. pulled me aside to have a conversation. I’m worried about his motives and his goals, but there is a glimmer of hope for him. I spoke to Haal Ricards about my concerns, and he said he would speak to Jonny Ricards, whom I believe is egging Dr. D.O.O.M. on, though perhaps unintentionally. Or at least without full appreciation for the possible consequences.
We were all invited to, and attended, a large gala thrown by a Toydarian crime lord, Boga. Several deals were made with regard to a large, upcoming “pit fight” tournament. I’m not looking forward to such unashamed glorification of violence for profit and sport, but I have put myself in the position of being able to tend to the wounded, and thereby able to give Vitaly Khruschev intel to help him avoid grievous injury.
We’re also now engaged in what’s being called “The Corellian Job.” We’re to retrieve several large, carbonite encased items from the personal vault of an Imperial officer. A low risk endeavor, no doubt. At least Haal is wise enough to attempt this through subterfuge and not a suicidal strong-arm approach. Vitaly and I approached a Corellian bank to talk about opening an account so we could learn more about their procedures. This job is supposed to be carried and out and complete before we have to arrive for Vitaly and Sueh to compete in the pit fighting tournament.
For the time being, while on Corellia, we are not to advertise my off-the-books medical services as we might on less highly controlled, monitored worlds. If time and resources permit, however, I’m going to attempt to obtain all the necessary licenses to make my wandering medical services above board, so that income streams are not cut off every time we go to a large Imperial world.