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originally posted in:The New Dojo
11/18/2016 11:21:52 PM
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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."
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"Yeah. I mean no. I mean... Well, we're close. I like her, a lot. And I'm pretty sure she likes me too." Cannon stumbles over his words, cursing himself mentally. "Anyways, beskar plated arm?"
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[b]I chuckle for a second. Seems like Pan was getting around these days.[/b] "Yeah, kid. Let's go with that. You're the expert here, I'll let you make the decisions."
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Cannon smirks. "Alright. How would you feel about an indestructible arm with a 20 ton grip?"
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"Christ... Sounds fûcking awesome."
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"Oh vod, you have no kriffing idea. I got to make a good impression on my girlfriend's father, right?" Cannon laughs as he pulls out an old BL Legionare droid arm and begins to tamper with it. "It'll take me a day or two to finish. You should probably stay here until you've recovered. Whoever the shab did this to you may come back, and you'd need help in your current state."
