#Ziv knowing the person since 40seconds: *making a sex joke*

[irrfahrer]

Plants grew in their in time and while farming techniques and her work with the Living Force could speed up this growth like a good fertilizer could speed up this growth, the work of the AgroCorps still consisted of a lot of time in which one either was busy with preperations or was simply waiting for ones projects to grow. The two enrichment domes which Ziv had set up in the Starharour, two green oasis in the smog of grey and yellow laying overthe harbour surrounded by industrycomplexes like by a jungle were in the state in which she would either need to wait or look or work elsewhere so she did looked for work elsewhere and put her work as a herbal Healer and Jedi Healer in the service of the starharbour to set up the makeshift sickbay she was in now.

"....yeh, I would be a kriffing bad medic if I wouldn´t have anything against kriffing headaches and I happen to be a kriffing amazing medic, epically trained and never stopping to getting even better, so why are we even having this kriffing converstion.But thats not the kriffing question here-" , the Tynnan automatically leaned forward and took a deep sniff from the air around the newcomer, analysing the pheromones in his sweat to have a better picture of his physical state: "-because actually I would need to first take a kriffing allergy test and a kriffing bloodsample to make sure you would not react violently to anything in my arsenal so I can also make you a plan on what medicine would help you best for the longest time, unless you want me to just kriffing rawdog you and give you the average things that will maybe make your headaches go away but will also very soon wear off and start the whole kriffery again?", the young woman made a gesture with her small paw, pointing to the different shelfs and biobeds on the sickbay while in her head she was going through possible treatments and medicines that could help the other: "I mean, nothing against going raw, that could be fun in any other kriffing situation than a kriffing medical one and this situation is kriffing medical, so what-kriffing-ever. Not the kriffing point right now."

[ @rcvanchist ]

The makeshift sickbay of the starharbour was located in the Hangar, obviously mostly used as a quarantaine-station and medical checkpoint to avoid any spacers dragging in any sicknesses that could be dangeoruse for the harbours population and the tradingnetwork it had build up. It was an uncomfortable bright lightened room with old, worn down biobeds and of age so loud buzzing medical machines that the medical tools seemed to growl. When the door shifted open, the Tynnan looked up from the Datapad she had been reading about one of her patients and rather tieredly walked over to the newcomer:  “Well, hello, welcome to the kriffing kingdom of a sickbay of which I, Ziv Odiz’zee- dipenser of Medicine, kriffing duchess of the biobeds, lady of the perpetual stomachache, guardian of the spacesicknesspills, Involuntary lust-object of -when I look at the content of my holonet-work-mail - around half of  the emotionally frustrated spacers here in this room-”, somewhere behind Ziv one of the pilots laying in one of the biobeds and who clearly had heard every word, hasty put away a datapad on which they had been writing a mail: “, -am the kriffing queen of. What can I do for you? If its spacesickness just turn your head towards your left ear , grab a kriffing bucket and I will be there for you in around five minutes as soon as I have knocked out the insomniacs who-” ears flicking irritated she rose her voice so a few patients could hear her clearly: “-were so kriffing stupid thinking that they could power through a twelve hour flight by using kriffing stimulants without consulting me first and who are now fourthy hours awake with no kriffing end in sight.” Her colourless pelt bristling like from electricity the woman looked over her shoulder to a group of spacers whos quiet discussion promptly stopped. Then, slowly and a lot of more annoyed, the Tynnan turned back to her new visitor: “Okay, no, really, welcome to the sickbay, pup, what can I do for you?” @irrfahrer

Revan could honestly not tell anyone what exactly he was doing here in this starport since he didn't know the reason himself. After leaving the Jedi Knight who had released him from his imprisonment (what was their name again?), he'd declined to head to the (current?) Jedi Temple. He'd had vague ideas about eradicating the Sith, but had gotten a sharp migraine every time he thought too hard about it so had taken to wandering around aimlessly.

Unfortunately, those migraines didn't confine themselves to dark thoughts and no amount of Force healing was stopping it. He'd been getting them more and more frequently, enough that he sought out the first medbay he could the moment the ship he'd been on had landed.

He hadn't expected the waterfall of words pouring from a small furry sentient. Revan vaguely recognized her species but couldn't name it.

"Pup?" he mumbled, a bit dazed from the pounding in his head and trying to make sense of the words. "Do you have something for head pain...?"