Ahsoka Tano (
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Things have been good for Ahsoka the past couple of hours. Racing up the cliffs of a deserted monastery (she still can't decide if her master cheated in stealing that clanker's flyer to beat her--part of her does wish she had thought of it first--but riding on an AT-AE was pretty excellent regardless), then they got into a fight with some more clankers and a real live Sith! Of course, the mission didn't allow for them to take out that harpy, but they still ruined her plans and escaped with her prisoner.
Thing that is not so great, though, is that the prisoner was a Hutt larva. Worse yet, it was sick, very stinky, and, of course, great Master Anakin Skywalker couldn't be bothered with caring for a youngling. That was her job.
And so Ahsoka enters Milliways in something of a rush, carrying a backpack with a small, gray, slug-looking thing. Pulling up short, she exclaims, in the near whine of a very put on upon teenager, "This was supposed to be the medbay."
The slug thing whines for real and lets out a noxious cloud of vapor.
[OOC: Warning for possible hutt baby fluids in comments.]
Thing that is not so great, though, is that the prisoner was a Hutt larva. Worse yet, it was sick, very stinky, and, of course, great Master Anakin Skywalker couldn't be bothered with caring for a youngling. That was her job.
And so Ahsoka enters Milliways in something of a rush, carrying a backpack with a small, gray, slug-looking thing. Pulling up short, she exclaims, in the near whine of a very put on upon teenager, "This was supposed to be the medbay."
The slug thing whines for real and lets out a noxious cloud of vapor.
[OOC: Warning for possible hutt baby fluids in comments.]
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Then the wave of gas hits him and his expression turns less Awww and more Ewww.
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"Sorry," she says, catching sight of his reactions. "Poor guy is sick. I was on my way to get him some medicine but..."
Rotta, the slug baby, burbles and makes an expression that might be sympathetic. If you squinted.
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With remarkable alacrity, she swings the backpack around and out of the line of fire from his sneeze. The last thing she needs is to get this hutt some weird disease, beyond what he already has of course. She could see it now, "Sorry your Huttness, your son died from some weird human's sneeze. Can we still use your hyperspace routes?"
"You don't seem so healthy yourself."
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He likes babies, okay.
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"I'm not so sure it's nothing, unless that's normal for your species?" Ahsoka knows several humans, and near humans, but sneezing like that always indicates illness. Still, she's not one to assume things about other species. "Maybe Bar could give you some medicine? Oh hey, there's an idea. I bet Bar could give me some meds for Stinky here as well."
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Sniffle. Maybe she's got something for whatever he picked up from Hannibal Lecter, too.
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For Miguel, Bar has a mug of hot tea and a box of tissues. For the Huttlet, she has...presumably something?
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Which would not be good, at all.
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He starts looking for it and stares when he spots Ahsoka and the slug thing, "Is your thing alright?"
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"He's Stinky, by the way. At least that's what I'm calling him. I'm sure he has another name but that wasn't part of the briefing."
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So saying, Ahsoka steps around William and into a puddle of something Stinky just left, resulting in her slipping and nearly dropping the backpack as she fights for her balance.
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"Oh gross. Now I have to clean that up, too?" The whole thing is so unfair. "Thanks."
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"Once we get this cleaned up, would you have any idea what sort of medicine Stinky might need? I'll go to the Infirmary if not."
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Once they get the mess cleaned up, Ahsoka reached for the vial and tries to give some to Stinky. Much like any child, it does not want the medicine and resists.
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...uh, except for the smell.
"There's a medbay over there," Anakin says helpfully, and points towards Milliways' medical centre.
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"That's right," Ahsoka replies with a grumpy frown at herself. Of course she knew that. Really. "Thanks."
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He puts down his milkshake. It's not really that appetizing anymore, given the smell.
"You need any help?"
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Grumbling in a half-whisper, she adds, "I can see why I never became a healer."
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"Do you know its name?" He briefly wishes Jacen were here, the empathy expert, but he thinks he can send out vaguely calming thoughts, at least.
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There is even a green cloud.
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Oh.
Oh kriffing no.
Anakin is stuck in a choking fit for almost a full minute, before he remember the appropriate breathing exercises to dispel odours. After this, he keeps a hand in front of his mouth/nose while pointing to the medbay with his other hand.
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"I'm not even sure if they have digestive tracts."
They make it to the Infirmary/Medbay and a rat approaches to help them. Soon enough, there's a machine that goes ping while flashing some lights and then the rat reads a display, before offering a vial and indicating it is to be drunk.
Now the hutt doesn't want to take his medicine and is whining.
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"I think it needs ya."