#used and refurbished medical equipment

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Refurbished Heart Lung Machine Supplier in India - Octopus Medical

  In the field of cardiovascular surgery, a heart lung machine is a vital piece of equipment that supports and maintains the circulation of blood and oxygen during cardiac procedures. While these machines are essential, they can be quite costly, making it difficult for many healthcare institutions to acquire them. This is where Octopus Medical, a leading Heart Lung Machine Supplier in India, comes to the rescue. With their expertise in refurbishing heart lung machines, Octopus Medical provides cost-effective solutions without compromising on quality. In this blog post, we will explore the benefits of choosing Octopus Medical as your supplier for refurbished heart lung machines in India. 

 High-Quality Refurbishment: Octopus Medical takes pride in its meticulous refurbishment process, ensuring that each heart lung machine meets stringent quality standards. Their team of skilled technicians carefully inspects, repairs, and replaces components as needed, restoring the machines to their optimal performance. The refurbished machines undergo rigorous testing to guarantee their reliability and safety, offering healthcare providers peace of mind. 

 Cost-Effective Solution: One of the main advantages of choosing Octopus Medical as your supplier is the cost-effectiveness of their refurbished heart lung machines. By opting for refurbished equipment, healthcare institutions can save a significant amount of money compared to purchasing new machines. Octopus Medical’s competitive pricing makes it possible for hospitals and clinics to access high-quality heart lung machines within their budgetary constraints, enabling them to provide optimal care to their patients without compromising on quality. 

Extensive Inventory: Octopus Medical maintains an extensive inventory of Refurbished Medical Equipment Supplier heart lung machines, ensuring a wide selection for healthcare providers. Whether you need a specific model or require a machine with specific features, Octopus Medical can cater to your requirements. Their diverse range of refurbished machines allows healthcare institutions to choose the one that best suits their needs, ensuring a seamless integration into their surgical practices. 

Warranty and Support: Octopus Medical stands behind the quality of their refurbished heart lung machines by offering warranties and comprehensive after-sales support. This commitment to customer satisfaction ensures that healthcare providers receive ongoing assistance, technical guidance, and prompt resolution of any issues that may arise. With Octopus Medical, you can be confident that you’re not just purchasing a machine but forging a long-term partnership. 

Sustainable Healthcare Solution: Choosing refurbished equipment from Octopus Medical also contributes to sustainable healthcare practices. By refurbishing and reusing heart lung machines, Octopus Medical helps reduce electronic waste and minimizes the environmental impact associated with the production of new equipment. Embracing refurbished machines aligns with the principles of eco-consciousness, making it a responsible choice for healthcare providers committed to sustainability. 

Conclusion: Octopus Medical is a trusted supplier of refurbished heart lung machine supplier in India, offering high-quality equipment at competitive prices. By choosing Octopus Medical, healthcare institutions can save costs while ensuring reliable and safe machines for cardiovascular procedures. Their extensive inventory, warranty support, and commitment to sustainable healthcare practices make Octopus Medical the preferred choice for healthcare providers in India. Embrace the advantages of refurbished heart lung machines and partner with Octopus Medical to enhance patient care and drive efficiency in your cardiovascular surgical practices.

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Sometime last year I saw a video of a park program that let people rent all terrain wheelchairs so they could go on hikes and trails that regular wheelchairs can’t tackle. I said to my fiancée, “Wow, this is so cool! People with accessibility issues will get to go on trails.”

They looked at me and after a moment they quietly said, “Like you.”

It surprised me. Yes; I’ve had a chronic infection that has limited my mobility for several years but- oh. It is me. I have mobility issues.

After that the topic of wheelchairs has come up a few times. It’s hard. I can walk. I just can’t walk very much before I’m exhausted. But getting a wheelchair felt like giving in and admitting my disability is long term. But it’s been about three years of not doing activities because I just wouldn’t have the energy to walk around or do things.

I just recently got a new diagnosis. On top of my viral infection, I have an autoimmune disorder which- surprise! Is generating fatigue.

It’s been a hard couple days. But even knowing that I could get back to a functional level I have to admit that right now I’m disabled. So today I picked up my wheelchair.

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Octopus Medical's Role as a Leading Surgical Microscope Manufacturer, Exporter, and Supplier in India 

In the realm of modern medicine, precision is paramount. Surgical procedures, especially those involving delicate areas like the brain, eyes, and ears, demand unparalleled accuracy and clarity. This is where surgical microscopes emerge as indispensable tools, enabling surgeons to perform intricate procedures with enhanced visibility and precision. Among the pioneering names in this field stands Octopus Medical, a renowned manufacturer, exporter, and supplier of surgical microscopes in India. 

Octopus Medical prides itself on delivering cutting-edge solutions tailored to the diverse needs of medical professionals across specialties. With a commitment to quality, innovation, and affordability, the company has established itself as a trusted partner in the healthcare industry. Let's delve into the world of Octopus Medical and explore their impressive range of surgical microscopes. 

Unveiling Excellence: Octopus Medical's Product Line 

At the heart of Octopus Medical's offerings lies a spectrum of surgical microscopes designed to meet the evolving demands of modern healthcare. Among their flagship products are the renowned Zeiss OPMI series, renowned for their exceptional optical clarity and ergonomic design. 

Zeiss OPMI 6 on 1880 Stand: Combining advanced optics with ergonomic engineering, the Zeiss OPMI 6 on 1880 Stand redefines precision in surgical microscopy. With its versatile features and superior image quality, this microscope is a preferred choice for neurosurgical procedures, offering unparalleled clarity and depth perception. 

Zeiss OPMI CS on NC-2 Stand: Engineered to deliver optimal performance in ENT surgeries, the Zeiss OPMI CS on NC-2 Stand sets a new standard for precision and versatility. Equipped with intuitive controls and customizable settings, this microscope empowers surgeons to navigate intricate anatomical structures with ease and confidence. 

Zeiss OPMI Vario 700: Designed for versatility and adaptability, the Zeiss OPMI Vario 700 offers unparalleled flexibility in surgical microscopy. Whether in ophthalmic, neuro, or ENT procedures, this microscope delivers superior visualization and ergonomic comfort, enhancing surgical outcomes across specialties. 

Zeiss OPMI Vario/S88: The Zeiss OPMI Vario/S88 stands as a testament to innovation and excellence in surgical microscopy. With its state-of-the-art optics and seamless functionality, this microscope caters to the diverse needs of modern surgical practice, ensuring precision and reliability in every procedure. 

Empowering Healthcare: Octopus Medical's Commitment 

As a leading manufacturer, exporter, and supplier of surgical microscopes in India, Octopus Medical is dedicated to empowering healthcare professionals with advanced tools and technologies. Their collaboration with renowned brands like Zeiss underscores a commitment to quality and innovation, ensuring that surgeons have access to the finest equipment for optimal patient care. 

Navigating the Competitive Landscape: Octopus Medical's Differentiators 

In a market flooded with options, Octopus Medical stands out for several reasons: 

Quality Assurance: Octopus Medical adheres to stringent quality standards, ensuring that every microscope meets the highest benchmarks of performance and reliability. 

Affordability: Despite offering cutting-edge technology, Octopus Medical strives to keep its products accessible, making precision surgery attainable for healthcare facilities of all sizes. 

Customer-centric Approach: Octopus Medical places a premium on customer satisfaction, offering comprehensive support and assistance to healthcare providers at every stage, from procurement to after-sales service. 

Conclusion: Elevating Surgical Precision with Octopus Medical 

In the fast-paced world of modern medicine, precision is non-negotiable. Surgical microscopes serve as invaluable tools, enabling surgeons to navigate intricate procedures with enhanced clarity and accuracy. Octopus Medical emerges as a beacon of excellence in this domain, offering a diverse range of surgical microscopes tailored to the unique needs of healthcare professionals across specialties. 

With a steadfast commitment to quality, innovation, and affordability, Octopus Medical continues to redefine the standards of surgical microscopy in India and beyond. As the healthcare landscape evolves, Octopus Medical remains poised to empower surgeons with the tools they need to achieve optimal patient outcomes, one precise incision at a time. 

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Greetings, this is @hra-official with our proposal for a burn-based weapons system. I must apologize for the convoluted setup, but since the omninode we're transmitting from is still registered under Landmark Colonial, we are unable to display our signature in this message.

Now, to the business at hand: there are two primary challenges with integrating a burn-based weapon system in the assets of Baronic United Command:

As we all know, such a weapon will frequently be used against forces equipped with Harrison Armory mechanized frames. Despite the many flaws of their design ethos, such frames are almost universally well equipeed to manage excess heat and are often hardened against incendiary weapons.

Given that a large portion of RKF chassis are optimized for melee or close-quarters combat, creating hazardous terrain on a front line is liable to be especially hazardous for BUC Kurassiers

The solution? Chemical burn.

As luck would have it, the Hercynian Hive Worm naturally secretes a powerful acid which rapidly corrodes metal and even stone, but is harmless to it's own living tissue. Hercynian Refurbished Armaments has just completed the tests of the first prototypes of a chemical projector capable of harnessing it.

[ID: several images follow. The first is a diagram of a nozzle connected to two nested tanks. The second through seventh are several photos of a Genghis Mk.1 being hosed by a sprayer like the one described by the diagram; they show the mech activating it's autocooler and explosive vents while rust-coloured smoke and brownish sludge leak from it's seams. As of the sixth images it's arms dangle limply at it's sides. In the seventh, armour plates are starting to come off]

As you can see, projector itself is compact enough to be attached to a main mount, although larger hardpoints my be used to supply it with bigger tanks.

The reason the tanks are nested is twofold: firstly, to prevent corrosion of the parent vehicle if they should be pierced; and seondly, to modulate the viscosity and corrosiveness of the payload.

This is needed for it's application in an anti-infantry role: mixed with the correct amount of neutralizing agent, the acid becomes fluid enough to be sprayed in a wide cone, capable of penetrating soft cover and coat a wide area. The partial neutralization of the acid also prevents it from causing burns on living tissues, while still retaining enough efficacy to render infantry-portable weapons and hardsuits ineffective.

In this configuration, the weapon is less-than-lethal while remaining capable of rendering infantry combat-ineffective, meaning that - unlike a flamethrower - using it has a very low risk of killing civilians caught in the crossfire, so long as they are promptly given medical attention.

Excellent. The use of a jungle predator's acid is, in the view of the Jungle Warfare Commission, a slashing moment of brilliance - the nested tanks a further triumph.

We have two questions for you:

Is the projected acid of equivalent weight to a conventional flamethrower's fuel?

Is it easily synthesized by a printer or bioreplicating cloning machine?

Aside from these, this looks to be quite good. We will conduct comparative trials of this weapon system against the one proposed by Revved-and-Ready, and shall return with a decision.

Thank you for your time.

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Allie hi!!! I hope you are doing well 💕 idk if this has been asked or mentioned before, so feel free to ignore it! I am curious about the University funding for the tennis team, especially for the one the mc plays (aka either Women's or Men's), especially taking into consideration they haven’t won since the 90s? Is funding good or do they struggle with it? How is the condition of the training grounds and the equipment they use? I hope you have a nice week!! 💗

Ahhh!!!! Hello!!! 🥰🥰 loved your MC! :))

The funding for sports teams and scholarships in Cargill has been cut recently, as part of the push to focus more on academics and solidifying Cargill as an academic powerhouse on par with the ivies. And esp. since the team hasn't won since the 90s, the spending currently is nothing like in the heyday of cargill's tennis team.

That said, Cargill is a huge institution and I imagine it to be relatively established/rich. Even though the team hasn't won the championships in three decades, they're consistently within the top 5 and even at their worst, they've never placed lower than top 8. In addition, because of Cargill's reputation (built on the old days), it continues to attract relatively good talent each year. And the "big three" sports of Cargill: football, basketball and tennis still commandeers most of the college's sports funding, for better or for worse. All this to say that although things aren't as good as they once were, it's still a highly competitive school in terms of sports funding and quality of the coaching/staff and facilities. I imagine that the overall athletics centre (shared with the other sports) remains a little old, but well equipped, large, and well-maintained.

With the recent addition of Coach Sy, there's been a huge uptick in good talent coming to Cargill, and she's heralded the start of a resurgence / renaissance of sorts, and has also pushed for a couple of big improvements recently, including;

Racket and kit sponsorship for the team

Recent refurbishment of the 5 courts

More funding into sports medicine and the medical/physio team

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In the not-too-distant-future of the 22nd century…

          The Wishbone was an old ‘Bakshi-Class’ freighter, currently being refitted for service as part of a new INTERPLAN initiative (a shortening of the Interplanetary Alliance/Fleet/ETC). Truth be told, the construction of the starship looked closer to a tuning fork the size of a town, or a small city. Its scanners and research laboratory were state of the art for the sake of the work it was conducting. But besides the lab and some standard-issue particle projector banks, everything else came as is. Largely in the form of refurbished, industrial-strength mining equipment.

          Next to the name on the side of the vessel were the letters U.F.V., signifying the initiative as a joint venture between INTERPLAN and colleges from its various member worlds as a University-Fleet Vessel. Of course, some preferred P.O.S. (Piece of Slag, and other unflattering four-letter words). Only a few ships were ordered into the service this way as surveyor-support craft, intended to conduct preliminary scouting for the exploration flagships…

          It was a bright and early morning. A new batch of crew members were being taken up to the Wishbone while it was in orbital spacedock. One could go in aces high with the Officers' Academy where the cream of the crop got made (or so they say). Transfers could use their experience from working in local Solar System Self-Defense Network or bring in a sterling desk job resume from the uppermost suites of the corpo-colony atmoskyscrapers.

          Of course, one could also do as the mutant Nougat Ntlor did, and get sloshed at a bar on the Ganymede strip. Stumble into a fleet recruitment center that hadn't met monthly quota yet, as the kind of grunt that was expected to carry boxes and barrels from one part of the ship across to another. There were also a number of prisoners from the corporations that seceded from Earth and other INTERPLAN member worlds put on a work-release program, many were just glad to be away from there. The off-world corpo-colonies were already overburdened before the secession. Now they were warring with one another and other cultures.

          In terms of the turnout from the colleges, they had a mix of professors and students. That is, professors who had not seen a drop of grant funding in quite some time, whose magnum opus of scientific research was laughed out of every scholarly journal. And the students in question were either on academic probation, or were such overachievers they volunteered here of all places. Truly, it was a recipe for turbulence; but also, for those who remained after everything was said and done, it might very well have been the only place they could go if they wanted to touch the stars themselves, to be more than a mere tourist.

          “—And I am telling you, as a chief medical officer I believe I should be accommodated with one of the deluxe penthouses.” said a woman in her forties, who couldn’t stop reminding everyone she held up in line behind herself, as well as the crew member acting as a customs officer, that she had her doctorate degree.

          “Dr. Hwan, those are reserved for our VIP guests. All members of the crew manifest are to stick to their assigned quarters.”

          “Preposterous!” spat Dr. Hwan. “How the devil am I going to be able to get any work done if I can’t be provided state-of-the-art quarters to relax in?”

          “You would have your own personal quarters, just not penthouse suite quality, ma’am.”

          “So, I could have a penthouse then?”

          “You’d have to share. Optimize crew space.”

          Dr. Hwan looked back at everyone in line. Naïve grinning and evil smirks painted these faces. She looked back at the customs official/crew member, and groaned.

          “I’ll see you in the final dimension for this.”

X

          There were service robots, referred to as the Buffers. These were the descendants of the humble Roomba, now equipped with hover-jets and an extendable armature with which to do tasks. An android crew member was taking inventory on one of the cargo bays: This was one of the J.E.V. series (Just Effectively Vacuums), named for the very first task they could ever perform. Since then, they had developed to perform a variety of other functions, eventually serving as crew members on starships. Some were even built to be the vaunted K.E.V.s (Kills Effectively & Victoriously), deployed into combat or security.

          W4-114CE fit into the former category as a JEV. He used to work on Earth at a volcanic research station, built onto a cliffside overlooking a river of lava somewhere. And if he had not gone to space, he might have carted off to work on an undersea base. In the end, he opted for the space assignment. The organics would chafe, but W4 swore he would do fine through the power of superior robotics.

          *THUD-THUMP*

          W4 looked around. Something clearly hadn’t been sealed properly. He wondered if it was those damnable blue barrels again, or one of those big, new-fangled containers with seven or more different locking mechanisms that had to be activated in a certain order or the whole thing would explode. W4 approached the particular container that was making the offending rumbling noises, and sure enough it was one of those multi-lock nightmares. The service android proceeded to access the shipboard database, used authorization codes to acquire the access information, and promptly entered in a simple enough pin number of four digits.

          Then everything immediately went to ruin, as W4 was then made to work with some kind of glorified rhythm toy: including pressable buttons, pull handles, twisting cranks, spinnable wheels, and flickable switches. Following the patterns set forth by the device was difficult enough for an organic, but it even managed to tax W4’s robotic dexterity. At least, he thought-computed, that it would be over after this. It had to. Until a screen offered an unforgiving message:

          “PLEASE CREATE A 52 INPUT PASSWORD FOR FUTURE USAGE.”

          W4 looked at the input device. It offered no sound, no lights. Nothing charming. And then the locking mechanism activated a self-destruct with a 2-second window to escape, W4 only able to hop away just far enough that the explosion would only send him flying through the air, with small flames all over his jumpsuit. And then there before him, emerged some kind of hostile mutated alien animal.

          And just when there were no organic lifeforms around, one crew member strolled right into the cargo bay with audio-cubes over their square, ear-like structures. This meant that W4-114CE had to adhere to the Asimov subroutines and make sure the organic wasn’t killed. To that end the android put up his fists, and started swinging at the creature. This eventually resulted in an arm being torn off by a claw that could vibrate at high-frequencies to enhance its cutting power. With W4-114CE’s remaining arm, he grabbed onto the creature, and dragged it towards the next nearest holding container. A fool’s gambit, as the creature’s thagomizer-equipped tail started smashing boxes marked with warning stickers for explosive hazards—and eventually, opened the nearest airlock.

          Sounds were muffled in the void, as the service android and mutated alien animal went at it. W4 kicking the creature repeatedly in the hopes of hitting some sensitive area that would have earned a serious foul from the referee of a Dysonball game. Likewise, the creature tried everything it had: acid spit announced by head-frills flaring, the aforementioned high-frequency claws, and some kind of egg-based missile. The egg of course was the creature’s undoing, as W4 caught the projectile and used it to bash the creature over the head, encasing it within an amber-like yolk while W4 was brought back aboard by a slew of loyal buffers.

          “WHAT-A DA HELL HAVE YOU DONE?!”

          It was one of the galley cooks. The human looked like they were about to explode while W4-114CE was trying to reattach his arm.

          “That-a creature was gonna be the crew’s dinner! It was gifted to us by one-a the Dagarian Kingdoms!”

          W4 looked back. The amber-yolk encased creature was probably long gone by now. It was at times like these an intrepid INTERPLAN crew member had to think fast.

          “Let’s check the uh… the star charts. There’s gotta be some place we can rustle up some ingredients.”

          The galley cook stared at W4-114CE for the longest time before pulling out a portable teledex screen, with which he began to press buttons and turn dials. Examining nearby planets, moons, and other places for potential replacements.

          There was no time to argue.

X

          On a ship like the UFV Wishbone, there should have been a captain. In lieu of that, was an administrative adjutant. Tasked with all the responsibilities of the captaincy, but minus its perks. Respect was not guaranteed whatsoever. And worst of all it was a title conferred to someone already working. In this case, the inimitable technician second-class Nero Pathan was selected for the duty.

          The personal terminal at the desk of his quarters hummed to life with the gradual start-up. Immediately, a communication program activated before any other. On-screen were coordinates for a distant star system, followed by the frog-like face of a politician. The amphibious one’s camera was zoomed in too closely, rather than keeping his face in frame.

          “Is this thing on?” asked the frog-like politician.

          “Mayor L-Mes, on behalf of the INTERPLAN fleet, I’m honored that you would invite our humble ship and crew to—”

          Just then, Nero had to cover his ears. A horrible sound began to fill his room as Governor L-Mes fiddled needlessly with his microphone of choice—which resembled one of Earth’s early telephones of the 1890s, as L-Mes held up a stand with a speaker and held up a wired receiver to the side of his head.

          “Is this ruddy thing on?” sputtered L-Mes. “Hallew. Hallew~? Is that the correct word? Grief upon grief, is my universal translator working? Is yours?!”

          “More than well.” said Nero, through grit teeth, turning some dials to focus the image and an attempt to soften the audio. “If you wouldn’t mind going easy on the mic, maybe knock down outgoing volume a bit?”

          “Ah, but of course. It is our honor to be the first stop on your latest mission, Captain Rickles! The USS Hebe is welcome here, along with that delegation from the Minoazoans, and the roller coaster people to survey for a new amusement park—”

          Nero cut off L-Mes with a teeth-sucking sound that went ‘Tssss!’, to preface some unfortunate development.

          “About that: The USS Hebe is conducting field research in… some nebula some ways away from here. They’ll only arrive after we’ve scouted in advance for them.”

          “… Who’s we, exactly?” asked L-Mes, taking on a sour tone.

          “That would be our University-Fleet joint Vessel—UFV Wishbone. We’re part of the preliminary survey and reconnaissance initiative with a few other ships.”

          Silence at first. Then, L-Mes consulted with one of his advisors.

          “So. You mean to say we don’t have to roll out the red carpet? Or really, use any of our exceptional preparations for you lot? It costed us a considerable amount.”

          “They would be nice—”

          “Ha! But unnecessary, understood. We shall receive you shortly.”

          The screen shut off. Nero stared at the screen for a good minute, and his reflection within it before sauntering out of his quarters and onto the bridge of the ship. Watching as others in INTERPLAN fleet uniforms, prison jumpsuits, lab coats, and casual clothing all attempted to find their appropriate stations. He’d have to take a shuttlecraft down to the planet soon, the tele-pad array onboard the Wishbone was unreliable right now.

          The shuttle itself was given the unofficial designation ‘Hodgson-class,’ meaning it was potentially going to be a screaming metal deathtrap, or *somehow* the arrangement of miscellaneous spare parts would work together well enough to safely transport people from ship-to-planetary surface. He stared long and hard at the captain’s chair, before traveling to the appropriate launch bay and boarding. Here he would take attendance of the crew members he buzzed.

          “Jenndy Klortho?”

          “Here!” exclaimed a chipper woman’s voice. “You think we’re gonna shoot at anybody, sir?!”

          “With that attitude, I’m sure someone will want to hurt us.” said Nero, offering a thumbs up. “Next up, we’ve got… Bolso Torbiton?”

          “Spare me the zapcrap and drive the ship, tek-boy.”

          Nero looked around the shuttle interior, offended. Jenndy was just bouncing in her seat. Nero resumed checking his attendance datapad. No one would support him here.

          “Okay. Lint Corpuscule? Is there a Lint Corpuscule here?”

          No response.

          “There’s like two other people here instead.” Said Nero “Who are you two?”

          “I’m Gurt,” said a mutant, before gesturing at another mutant. “And he’s Gort.”

          “Alright. Awesome, very flavorblasted.” said Nero, kicking the shuttlecraft into gear languidly. “And awaaaaay we go.”

X

          Lint Corpuscule rose from his cabin bed in a fright, bashing his quadruple forehead alien cranium against the empty top bunk of an only slightly more dutiful crewmate that had already left the room to begin on ship duties five minutes ago. There was no possible way he could spin this in such a way that he wasn’t disregarding his responsibilities.

          Unless.

          Lint Corpuscule raced to a certain room, one of a few aboard the UFV Wishbone. Doing so in spite of the fact there was an ‘OUT OF ORDER’ sign in large, intimidating red ink and given a marker outline for better readability, in as much as a crew member trying not to put too much effort in all at once could provide. For this was the room where an array of telepad platforms were located. Lint would start slapping buttons and levers, before diving onto a platform that began to glow and hum. He was certain he could make it to the planet in advance of the shuttlecraft.

          Trouble is, he was telepunted.

          Teleporting was an apt description for successfully transporting every little iota of matter from one position to another safely. Telepunting on the other hand, was more like something, or someone on another plane of existence kicked a person in the pants in such a horrendously forceful manner that they were quantum-propelled somewhere. Maybe not even the target destination. To Lint Corpuscule’s credit, he at least landed on L-Mes’s planet. Simply erring due to the fact that he manifested with grazed asscheeks in some random part of the desert, on the outskirts of L-Mes’s settlement if coordinates from the mission briefing were to be trusted.

          Well. This was what INTERPLAN was all about, wasn’t it? Exploring the cosmos.

          Lint Corpuscule marched for a time across the arid land, as purple clouds rolled in, thunder and lightning cracks occurring in shades of brilliant, unsettling red. The Wishbone crewmate could spot a village in the distance.

X

          Immediately after landing, the Wishbone’s Away Team was almost immediately ambushed by L-Mes’s security forces. The group was beaten soundly about the sensitive areas and got tossed into the settlement sheriff’s jail.

          “What is the MEANING of this?!” demanded Nero, rattling the bars with a tin cup. “I demand to speak with Mayor L-Mes at once! We’re INTERPLAN!”

          “Oh, I damn well know you’re with INTERPLAN.” said the Sheriff, some kind of a mutated lifeform with craggy stone-like calcium protrusions all over his body, one of which was shaped like a handlebar mustache, just over what was probably his nose. The only clothing he could wear was a pair of swim trunks and a sash for his badge.

          “Then let us go?”

          “Shut up, Gort.”

          “I’m Gurt.” said Gort, trying to play mindgames on Sheriff Cragg. “He’s Gort.”

          Gurt mischievously waved hello with fingers wiggling. Sheriff Cragg scowled at them and looked to Jenndy.

          “And what’s your game? Huh?”

          Jenndy sashayed over from her bench-cot. After a delicate twirl, she proceeded to reach through the bars to try and strangle Sheriff Cragg. Nero halfhartedly tried to pull her away, weakly saying things like ‘nooo stop, please,’ and ‘don’t kill him, pleeeaaase’ among inaudible murmurs. Sheriff Cragg eventually broke free of Jenndy’s grasp, with the help of the only member of the crew not in jail: Bolso Torbiton!

          “Bolso! Bolso, let us outta here and I’ll promote you to lieutenant!” exclaimed Nero.

          “You won’t.” said Bolso.

          “Okay, okay, lieutenant-COMMANDER!”

          “You don’t have that power, idiot!” said Bolso. “You’re just an administrative adjutant, not a real captain. But with L-Mes’s recommendation I’ll bet I could jump up the INTERPLAN ranks. Or I could take my talents to some other space faction.”

          “Jenndy, go for the jugular!”

          Jenndy Klortho reached through the bars again. But Bolso, devious fiend that he was, was standing just out of her reach. She grasped at air and nothing more. Just then, Mayor L-Mes arrived.

          “L-Mes! What is this zapcrap?!” hissed Nero.

          “I ought to be askin’ you that exact question, boy!” hissed L-Mes. “Sheriff, chain these chumps. We’re gonna show ‘em our evidence.”

          The Wishbone Away Team each got tazed, and then once too weak to fight back, they were shackled to one another. At first, they were transported through the desert aboard a hover-skiff, but once there was a quarter of the distance left to go, the group was forced to march the rest of the way there, where they found a more rural village, accompanied by local specialists in anthropology and paleontology.

          “We’ve also contacted your ship’s chief medical officer to confirm.” said Sheriff Cragg, offering up a portable viewscreen, on-call with the disheveled Dr. Hwan.

          “Not that you really needed it, but I have a DNA match with one of our crew members, sir.” said Dr. Hwan. “A Lint Corpuscule?”

          “That dipstick was supposed to be part of our Away Team!” exclaimed Gurt.

          “He was plotting some kind of a SCHEME!” screamed Jenndy. Though less in terror, more in gleeful delight that there was a conspiracy.

          “Now hold on a minute—” said Nero, pointing a finger. “Let’s not jump to conclusions until AFTER we’ve seen the remains.”

          L-Mes and Sheriff Cragg waved to one of the archaeologists on-site. Lo and behold they found one of many skeletons, only this one wore an INTERPLAN uniform shirt. Tattered now, but still bearing a legible name tag. No uniform pants, however: Lint Corpuscule insisted that only one article of clothing was necessary for himself. ‘If only,’ thought Nero. ‘If only he chose to wear only pants instead of uniform shirts,’ and perhaps they would not have been in this mess.

          “Wait. How did he get there? Lint Corpuscule is a present-day member of the INTERPLAN fleet.” said Nero, probing for answers. “I literally have him marked on my crew manifest with birthday and everything.”

          “We detected tachyons, among other curious particles.” said one of the archaeologists. “Don’t look at me funny, you’ve seen some weird, anomalous bullshit out there too. We have reason to believe Lint time-traveled.”

          “How in the blue blazes—” hummed Nero, before realizing what they were getting at. “You think we sent him to—to what, plant some kind of a trap? Sabotage your settlement? Are you daft? Have you been in contact with mind-bending moon rocks? Or both??”

          “Wouldn’t you like to know, ass-tronaut.”

          Nero looked over at the rest of his Away Team, trying to garner some sympathy and support against these accusations, but no one leaped to dispute any of this.

          “Now listen, if you just contacted Captain Rickles already, I’m sure we can hash this out minus any retribution—”

          “Tell it to the judge, INTERPLAN man.” said L-Mes.

“With your luck you’ll be put on the cerebral scrambler.” said Bolso.

          And then Nero and his cohorts were clubbed about the head, or similarly disorienting bodily regions until rendered unconscious.

X

          A fog machine filled the stone-like chamber. Really, all the large stone bricks were actually purely cosmetic, like a 20th century recreational laser tag facility’s approximation of an even more ancient culture. Strange iconography adorned the place, from truly alien designs to the familiar, such as a “SIGN ON FOR PRODUCT LAYAWAY TODAY!” sign, or a spinning blue light, used in the ancient commerce temples to indicate a clearance sale on discounted items. Devout followers traveled the aisles and corridors in the sacred vestments. Which in this case were single color vests adorned with at least one pin to indicate the retailer of goods they were employed by. But these practitioners did not serve any surviving company: Instead, they mourned for the demise of others, and the quality they guaranteed. Even if it was only marginally better than anything they had today in the near future of the 22nd century.

          It was in the great council conference room that the Prime Mall Santa, Vice Councilor Easter Bunny, and other gaudy figures addressed their muscular visitor.

          “Hark, and be readied: Are you prepared for the undertaking upon which ye shall have to embark?” asked Prime Mall Santa. “Are you tired of waiting for your greatest quest of all? Do you find yourself possessed of superior skill and dedication? Could you benefit from exploring the greater cosmos?”

          “Aye, Prime Mall Santa.” said the muscular visitor.

          “But that’s not all: It may also throw in an exceptionally long time away from here.” said an arcade mascot themed after a narwhal. “But don’t delay: If you do not order transportation now, the sabbatical may be tripled for the price of one altercation.”

          The muscular visitor did not hesitate, and began entering the sacred numbers—made even more sacred through the use of a device modeled after an old Earth-style cash register combined with a home telephone. He felt a brief comfort as his fingers pressed each button, which yielded an equally satisfying *BEEP!*, *BOOP*, or the rarely heard *BUP!* followed by the ‘hum of establishment,’ in which everyone opened their mouths to offer the sacred Dial-Up Cry.

          “He is ready.”

          “They will need him soon.”

          “Go now!”

          The muscular visitor turned to see something. It was like the edges of a public swimming pool, as the archaic symphony behind him wordlessly foretold of mystery, great danger, and opportunities for storied heroism. The swimming pool archway began to glow, as chlorinated water gushed outwardly, then back in, after a device blew a giant lifeguard’s whistle to regulate the poolwater flow. With no further hesitation, he kept a steady grip on his lacrosse stick and plasma grenades.

          The muscular visitor burst from a strikingly similar portal arch on L-Mes’s planet. He proceeded to pummel the tar out of a couple of Sheriff Cragg’s deputies, and sprayed their resting place with air freshener. In the distance, the settlement was not far off. A bell had begun to ring out as the Wishbone’s Away Team was being carted off to the courthouse with burlap sacks over their heads. This, the muscular visitor saw with a pair of binoculars he ordered from a ‘wun-ayt-hundred-numb-barr,’ in the short span of time afforded to him by a vid-screen commercial.

          He could only hope he wasn’t too late to intervene.

X

          L-Mes activated the town’s robot judge. It seemed to just be a figurehead for his orders. But by the looks of things even the jury had some idea what to expect, if their scowls and obscene hand gestures were any indication. The Wishbone Away Team huddled up together to figure out a plan of attack.

          “Alright. Any idea why they might be doing this to us?” said Nero.

          “Maybe it’s a secret AN-XR scheme to subtly conquer this sector?” said Gurt.

          “No no, it’s a scheme alright. But it’s clearly being perpetrated by some kind of semi or fully technological culture that absorbs anything and anyone it comes into contact with.”

          Nero just stared at everyone, exasperated.

          “Lint used the telepads, didn’t he.”

          “Wow! You must be some kind of detective, boss!” said Jenndy. “Alright, we’ll just show our telepad records to Mayor L-Mes and that should clear things right up.”

          “I don’t think that’s a good idea--” said Nero, raising an index finger. The trial began, and everyone urged Nero to start tapping at his wristcomm to get the telepad data as the others insisted. The robot judge seemed to nod and offer an approving *DING!* sound.

          “This just proves you achieved a form of time travel!” bellowed L-Mes. “And even if you didn’t order your crew member, they might have gone AWOL, or started acting on orders from higher up at INTERPLAN command. Can you honestly say that’s not possible?!”

          Nero was about to speak. Usually in these situations an experienced leader like Captain Rickles would read aloud a legal disclaimer and be absolved near instantly. Trouble was, Nero had no such disclaimer. Just workplace culture (and stacks of over-exacting rulebooks, more composed by HR to absolve the organization than adhere to moral tidings with clarity) whose only guarantee that INTERPLAN recognized self-determination as an inherent right to all lifeforms, was all sentiment and assumed standard operating procedure. Claiming to operate purely on vibes would not hold up in court whatsoever and would in fact cause an uproar.

          “Errm. Well…”

          Where was a definite answer he could cite when he needed one?

X

          The worst part, was that Bolso Torbiton was approaching to testify on that very point, in his swanky new five-piece suit made from megarachnoid silk as he walked through the halls. Or he would have made it, if the muscular visitor hadn’t arrived, accompanied by a handful of the planet’s native inhabitants.

          “… The hell?”

          “I have witnessed infomercial visions foretelling of secret actions,” said the muscular visitor. “If you or your loved ones have gone back on your oath to the Interplanetary Fleet, you may be entitled to a sound beating.”

          “Dude,” said Bolso Torbiton. “Eat a piece.”

          Bolso swung a fist at the muscular visitor, who rolled from weathering the blow, to kneeing Bolso Torbiton in the groin, and tossing him through the doors into the courtroom, where he would use his lacrosse stick to lob plasma grenades, forcing Sheriff Cragg and L-Mes away.

          “What is the meaning of this?!” spat L-Mes. “Sherriff, call the marines!”

          “We don’t have marines, sir. But we could wheel in the cannon from Fort Gordie.”

          “You will do no such thing,” said the muscular visitor, pointing his lacrosse stick. “Not while Bowflex draws breath. I bring with me the rightful population of this planet to protest this farce you call a fair trial. Mayor L-Mes seeks to extort INTERPLAN.”

          “That’s right.” said one of the local aliens, who resembled a classic style little grey-greenish humanoid with bulbous black eyes and a large head on a short, gangling body. “We have been here since time immemorial, with artifacts held by the local museum putting us within hundreds of thousands of years, minimum. L-Mes’s settlement is barely thirty years old. He’s been trying to build all sorts of tourist traps around here in all that time after we allowed him to build this township. The one called Lint Corpuscule was killed by birds before he could even meet our ancestors. All they could do was bury him.”

          “Indeed.” said Bowflex. “And as a potential INTERPLAN member world, you must treat other lifeforms with a certain modicum of respect and dignity. The crew of this visiting ship would not be remiss to pummel you about the sensitive areas for your works against the Muuldarian Greys, L-Mes.”

          Nero looked to Bowflex, who nodded back. Just as Lint Corpuscule chose to use the malfunctioning telepads and L-Mes set about his scheme, so too did other lifeforms retain the power of choice, and the potential to use it for purposes beyond harm, greed, or snitching on each other over emulating rare old video games. Maybe, just maybe, not everything in this universe sucked after all.

          “Hey, he got away! And funny thing, I remember seeing Bolso’s new suit in a store display on the way over—for fifteen thousand credits.”

          Jenndy pointed at the recently departed Sheriff Cragg and Mayor L-Mes, who hopped aboard a hover-skiff and raced for the Star Portal that Bowflex entered the planet through. Bolso was still writhing in pain when he dropped a receipt that indicated the credit utilized was under L-Mes’s bank account.

          “We’ll sort out things here in town in case they come back.” said another member of the local alien group—Seftar. “If you wish for the planet Muuldar to join your coalition, then bring Mayor L-Mes to us.”

          Nero pointed and nodded to Seftar.

          “You got it. Let’s move it, people!”

          On the way out, everyone each took a turn kicking Bolso in the ribs.

X

          L-Mes and Cragg were fiddling with the cash register/telephone styled interface that activated the Star Portal. They had just emerged on one of their neighboring planet’s moons, where a disgruntled chef and an android were hunting for some big game in the form of the wild ‘Dodecapus,’ that with just one body’s meats, could feed many.

          “Hey.” said the chef. “Aren’t you-a that mayor our adjutant was-a supposed to meet?”

          “It is.” said W4-114CE, before taking out a handheld device. “Oop. Just got a long-range, subspace communique. Shoot this guy. I repeat—eighty-six this toad.”

After that they ran like cowards, and tried dialing a random sequence, which briefly deposited them on a world conquered by the AN-XR empire, with its chrome-brutalist architecture. Regal-uniformed commandants led troops in armor-vests with an abundance of extra pouches as they interrogated pedestrians in an attempt to root out anything they deemed seditious.

          Sure enough, being chased by imperialists with electri-knives and particle projectors in the form of pistols and rifles wasn’t their idea of a good time. Cragg and L-Mes’s attempt to dial for a pleasure planet of some sort had also failed, and landed them in the middle of a battle between two Dagarian Kingdoms, part of a larger feudalistic structure that yearned so much for the clash of blades, like their isosceles swords with two grips at the center of the awkward triangular sword. Harrowed by the failed Star Portal attempts and currently pursued by several goose-stepping stormtroopers and chainmail chic honor-lusted warriors, they returned to planet Muuldar, where the Wishbone Away Team was waiting for them. Gurt and Gort both simultaneously attacked a Dagarian warrior by pinching two exposed areas on his body, causing some kind of electrical overload within the nervous system, using some esoteric technique. Jenndy Klortho was having a standoff with an AN-XR commandant, twisting his arm so that the electri-knife went around her—coincidentally stabbing L-Mess in the gut, or some other organ.

          Bowflex was lobbing plasma grenades and throwing an Olympic discus to prevent anyone else from entering through the Star Portal. Nero was trading punches with Sheriff Cragg, before remembering he could also use at least one of his legs at a time to kick, sending the Sheriff backwards through the Star Portal with an unforgiving boot sole back to the Dagarian battlefield he thought he’d escaped. It was at that point that Nero was tired, yet bitter enough that he produced his particle pistol from his side holster and fired. On the other side, Sherriff Cragg was mostly vaporized, stray chunks of himself flying out in every direction, unintentionally slaughtering a dozen warriors via high velocity shrapnel.

          In any case, the mortally wounded L-Mes was apprehended.

X

          Back aboard the Wishbone…

          Dr. Hwan was not an engineer. She was a doctor. But in a pinch, she proved she could fill in on other tasks. Like when she saw Lint Corpuscule—who had been the INTERPLAN officer in charge of boarding and customs checks the morning of departure—racing towards a telepad room. Without hesitating to consider the Hippocratic oath, she tore a panel off the corridor wall and tampered. Mostly in the hopes that he would explode right then and there. But using the longe-range scanners aboard the UFV Wishbone to confirm he’d died during planet Muuldar’s distant past would suffice.

          As Dr. Hwan poured herself another light blue liquid—some manner of ale, Technician-Adjutant Nero, the newcomer Bowflex, and Jenndy Klortho were all seated together for a dinner meeting with her. Jenndy was burning an effigy of Bolso Torbiton, the poppet seated within a diorama of L-Mes’s courtroom back on the non-grey Muuldar settlement. She really wanted Bolso harmed further, maybe more chaos erupting as a general thing. Bowflex took to his protein shake, having joined the crew as evidenced by the badge he wore over his regular garb. Gurt and Gort were fidgeting in their seats.

          “… So, wait. You didn’t know I interfered with Lint’s telepad?” said Dr. Hwan, incredulously. “I could have kept that a secret?”

          “No, I didn’t know.” said Nero, not waiting a moment to respond. “Yes, you could have literally gone the rest of your life without having told anyone that. Under anyone else’s command you’d be court-martialed.”

          “And I’d take you bastards down with me. Every. Time.” said Dr. Hwan, raising up her ale. “Cheers. And here’s to honor among thieves.”

          “Technician-Adjutant Nero, I believe this is not entirely unsatisfactory.” said Bowflex, leaning in to address the INTERPLAN crewman. “Lint still made his choice. As did Dr. Hwan when she attempted to slay him. I would dare even say this is cause for celebration, along with the fact that your Away Team was not disembowled, disintegrated, or stretched out over a—”

          “THANK you, Bowflex.”

          “Indeed.”

          W4-114CE had personally offered to wheel in the grilled Dodecapus, and after delivery plugged himself into the room’s audio system to start playing some fast-paced techno. Bowflex took up a barbell and started doing an intricate dance he picked up at the gym back on Adworld. Jenndy just rested her elbows on the table, and put her hands on the cheek as the colors of the diorama fire deepened. And at last, Gurt and Gort just played patty cake.

          Nero just slumped in his seat.

          This was going to be a long journey. Maybe not *completely* insufferable. But still, it would be very, very grating.

[minicarm01]

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[mwolf0epsilon]

Of Hazardous Materials and the Irrelevance of Luck

Summary: Luck is a very thin wire between survival and disaster, and not many people can keep their balance on it. Olly has walked on that thin wire many times in the past, but somehow his good luck seems more of a curse than a blessing in disguise.

[Olly's medical trauma is always "fun" to explore, especially if it has to do with what Sulu Ra did to him. This idea stemmed from a conversation between a few people in regards to headcanon clone heights, the fact the gene therapy Olly was subjected to altered his body substantially, and what would happen if he underwent further tampering with.]

Rhythm and Red Alert are @lost-on-kamino 's clone ocs. Nocte is @purgetrooperfox 's clone oc.

THIS STORY IS NOW ON AO3

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The annoying part about all of this, is that the cot Olly is laying on creaks loudly beneath him anytime he moves. And not in that subtle whispering manner that most medical cots will do after losing their newness to a handful of patients. Rather, it practically groans in a fashion similar to that of the dying squeals of a battered and frightened hog. Desperate and begging for both relief and to be spared.

A great majority of the Coruscant Guard's medbay gear is rather old and worn out (from cots and heavy machinery, to cabinets barely clinging to the walls they were affixed to).

The equipment they "own" is older than them by two decades. Salvaged from medical facilities that had undergone extensive refurbishing in the last couple of years, during expensive and flashy electoral campaigns that promised to bring change to the underbelly of Coruscant. The kind of gum flapping that evaded memory after the elections were done and dealt with.

Its scuffed and scratched, chipping and creaky, held together by duct tape and whatever materials they can cook up into makeshift caulk in the supply closet. The same one that holds the Guard's distillery where they make their own home-brewed rotgut.

The Coruscant Guard works with what it has at hand.

Be it the many derelict and long-abandoned buildings that had been repurposed into the various barracks dotted across the many layered levels of the city planet; the recovery of junked crockery with which they could create culinary concoctions they had taught themselves to make, whenever rations were cut to lesser portions and the acquisition of ingredients presented itself as opportune; or even the various means by which many of the Guardsmen had turned to to make a quick credit, for the purpose of buying medication to supply their medbay with.

They are in a sense, self sufficient. Vode in a fixer-upper stationing. The lowest of the low in the eyes of others. Survivors without praise.

Olly grunts as he tries to get comfortable on the too stiff medical cot. The sounds it makes when he so much as shifts his weight onto his side, makes him think it might finally give up the ghost and just crumple into a heap. It doesn't, of course, but the creaking is a loud and irritating backdrop to his current predicament.

A couple of days ago a squad of riot troopers that he had been leading, had ended up caught in a warehouse collapse during what should have been a routine mission. The warehouse in question had been used as a base of operations for some wannabe homegrown bio-terrorist, and the number of unknown chemicals and agents that had been spilled and disturbed during the collapse was certainly worrying. Especially when the boys in haz-suits came out to dig him and his troopers out of the debris.

The most spectacular part was that, for once, there were no casualties to report.

The entire squad had lived through the collapse, which was an unprecedentedly lucky occurrence that somehow hadn't sat well with Olly in the slightest.

He should be glad that none of the young turtles he'd been helping coordinate had gotten seriously hurt or killed. But something deep down in his very core just told him to be wary. Even if he didn't quite understand why.

Well, it had turned out that he was right to be suspicious of the bout of good fortune...

The Guard medics had their hands full with whatever this turned out to be. This unknown ailment without a rhyme or reason to it.

Olly wasn't super close to any of them (he was still learning the names of most of them anyway). And, even if Rhythm had managed to get him to go to the medbay for his PT sessions with Remedy, he wasn't entirely familiar with the medical personnel and their usual demeanor.

Even so, he could tell his fellow vode in red weren't taking this too well. And not without good reason.

Some rather strange symptoms had cropped up a couple of days after the warehouse collapse the turtle squad had been caught in. Symptoms that Olly had initially ignored because they weren't too dissimilar from his usual aches and pains he already endured on a regular basis.

A rather persistent throbbing feeling in the legs (more specifically on the front of the thighs, the calves and behind the knees). Abdominal pain that surged like a stomach ache or heartburn. Headaches and migraines that made resting an agony. Toothaches that made eating difficult. And sometimes inner-ear pain that affected his balance to the point he couldn't really get up without the threat of falling over.

None of that compared to the back pain, but it compounded the effects it had on his mood. How disagreeable he could get if he wasn't entirely 100%. Olly was often lucky that these aches and pains often struck him in the late afternoon or early evening, and that they subsequently disappeared by morning. But sometimes there were bad days where it just wouldn't go away...

So imagine his surprise (and horror) when his squad began to complain of similar instances of his condition. Something had most definitely gone wrong.

Of course, as procedure mandated, Olly and the others had been thoroughly scrubbed and hosed down after rescue, and then quarantined for a period of 48 hours while under observation. Just in case the chemicals they'd been exposed to, turned out to be more than just base components for whatever the nutjob they'd sent to prison had been cooking up in there.

As a general rule of thumb, you didn't take chances with bio-terrorism and bio-hazardous materials. Good troopers either followed the correct protocol, or they suffered the consequences of their bullheadedness accordingly.

In this case however, they had indeed followed the protocol to a T and somehow they still ended up in a bad way. Nothing major had cropped up in the first, second and third day, so they had just assumed everyone was in good health. No one had considered the possibility of it being a sickness of a latent nature...

Remedy and Nocte were trying everything in their power to figure out just what exactly was causing their bizarre symptoms. Trying to single out what sort of strange strain of bacteria, virus, compound or whatever, might be behind the alterations in their bodies, in the hopes that maybe it could be stopped and reversed.

They were a two man team, but also the only medics that could honestly be spared right now. The other medics would have to focus on the influx of troopers that always ended up in their care during the dreaded Coruscanti flu season.

Thus far the only promising results came from the blood tests that had been run on every single trooper showing visible symptoms of the mystery ailment. It didn't look good. Or at least not for the rest of Olly's squad...

"I'm not exactly sure how, but whatever it is that you all were exposed to back in the warehouse, is reacting differently inside of you..." Nocte confessed as he showed Olly the datapad he'd been carrying with him. "The others show the same abnormal levels of HGH. That's to say, all of your pituitary glands are being forced to produce growth hormones at an elevated rate, which is causing unusual growth in the others... But not in your case."

Olly swallowed thickly around the lump forming in his throat as he processed this information. The terms were ones he was intimately familiar with from his time sequestered in Sulu Ra's private laboratory. The most layman way to say it being that he was under-growing another bout of growth spurts. Almost in the same manner as when he'd been put through the gene therapy that had ended up causing him so much hassle on a daily basis.

Only this time he wasn't strapped to some medical table and being injected with liquid fire, while the mad cloner of Kamino watched on in fascination. And this time he wasn't the only one. He was just the guy that had already experienced something similar (and as such had a better chance to survive it that everyone else).

"The others?" He opted to ask, finding to his dissatisfaction that he sounded weak and scared. He was usually good at hiding what he was feeling, but right now he couldn't really bring himself to be anything but pathetically afraid.

Nocte's frown said it all before he even responded.

"Remedy and I are... Trying to keep them comfortable..." The sadness in the medic's eyes bothered Olly enough that he couldn't help look away. "Your body is reacting almost positively to the hormonal imbalance. You're aching all over, have an appetite on you, and have been a little less amicable than usual... Which is honestly what one would expect of someone going through a second puberty of sorts..."

Nocte paused to massage the back of his own neck and to shift his weight from one leg to the other. He seemed to be trying his best to keep things relatively under control, but he seemed to be struggling with finding words that didn't feel overly clinical and impersonal.

The medics could often distance themselves from the patients when they were working. But this was one of those cases where the impartial act really didn't cut it. Vode were dying, and there was nothing anyone could do about it.

"The others are... It's not an even growth for them. It's reacting more like... Like a very aggressive cancer..." He didn't seem happy to use that word, but it was the closest he could probably find to match what he and Remedy had seen in the others. "Their entire bodies are getting covered in tumorous growths. Inside and out... And it's... It's painful for them, and they're not very likely to survive."

His squad wasn't going to make it. They just didn't have the equipment or resources necessary to save them.

Olly closed his eyes and tried to keep his breathing under control.

"I'm really sorry Olly... I really wish I had a better answer to give you." Nocte sighed sadly, sounding just as defeated as the large riot trooper himself felt. "Remedy isn't too happy about just letting them go either. But at this point trying to reduce their pain is the best we can do..."

So long as the boys weren't in pain... That was all he could really ask from the medics.

"And we'll also be keeping you under observation for a little while longer." Nocte added. "Even if you're not mutating out of control like they are, you could still deteriorate if we're not careful..."

The cot creaked loudly as he turned so that his back would face the medic. The sound didn't bother him as much as the awful truth he'd just heard. It was still very annoying however, but it hopefully got the message across.

He wanted to be left alone. Just for a little while.

-

"You should get fitted for Phase II armour." Rhythm suggested as he stood on a chair, measuring tape in hand while he balanced himself on his very tippy toes.

It had been a week since he'd been confined to the medbay, and a day since he'd finally been allowed to return to the barracks.

It was a hollow feeling, as he noted the empty space his squad used to occupy. They had all passed away peacefully in their sleep thanks to the combined efforts of the medics. But the reason behind their passing still left him feeling angry and disgusted.

He'd been lucky. He hated being lucky.

He also hated having to be measured to have his gear readjusted to properly fit his frame. A frame that was no longer within average human parameters.

"8'3"... Damn..." Red Alert whistled as he stared at the tape in astonishment. He had the decency to look apologetic when he got a glare for his troubles.

"We're going to need to get you a bigger mattress..." Rhythm scratched his chin as he looked around the barracks for where they could even put a new mattress to begin with. Was probably already considering all the scavenge spots from where they usually got their "furniture" from.

"We're gonna need to get him a bigger everything." Red Alert shook his head. "Armour, baton, shield..."

Olly moved away from the two of them without so much as a word. He didn't want to be a part of this conversation. Not right now. He was too tired to get angry with his two oblivious friends.

All of this was just... It was too much.

Sitting on his old bunk (having to hunch down noticeably so that his head and shoulders weren't pressed against the bottom of the top bunk ), Olly buried his face in his hands and groaned.

He hated all of this so very much.

"Olly...?" Rhythm had, predictably, followed him.

He closed his eyes tightly and groaned into his hands again, this time gritting his teeth as he did so. He didn't want to talk.

"Is it ok if I touch your arm?"

He shook his head 'no'. He did NOT want to be touched right now.

"Do you need space?"

He shook his head 'yes'.

"Do you... Want us to leave?"

There was a minute pause as he considered this. Finally, Olly shook his head 'no' once more. He didn't want to be touched, and he wanted a little space. But he didn't want to be alone. Not really.

He was scared.

"Ok... We'll just sit here with you for a while ok?" Rhythm asked softly, in that way he always did whenever he was trying to reassure someone. "And then, when you feel a little better, we can go back to sorting out your gear, alright?"

He nodded in agreement. That sounded fine by him.

-

"Looking good Olly! Phase II is very becoming of you." Rhythm grinned at the sight of the new armour Olly was currently trying out. He ignored his Guard vod's antics, noting how some of the pieces still needed to be fitted to his specific body type.

"The Phase I armour was perfectly fine..." He grumbled as he jotted down a few notes to send to the armoury crew. He also requested some paint while he was at it.

"It's outdated." Rhythm pointed out. "Your old one had charm and reliability yeah, but I'm sure this new one's going to serve you just as well."

"Hm..." The new shield would do that, no doubt. He quite liked the heftiness of it, but would miss the history he'd had with the old one. Each deep scratch had told its own story. Stories which he could use to teach the newbies how things worked around Coruscant.

But Fox hadn't been content with just refitting his old gear to accommodate his growth. And the riot trooper suspected Rhythm, Remedy and Nocte had had a hand in requesting him an upgrade. They worried too much.

"You should try being a little bolder with the painjob this time." Rhythm offered. "Not that writing your name on it wasn't bold..."

"I really shouldn't be taking painting advice from a vod who put volume sliders on his own armour, only to then nearly deafen himself by playing loud music all day..." Olly pointed out. "Remedy is still mad about that, last I heard."

"Nah..." Rhythm grins. "Water under the bridge! And hey my paint is very stylish, I'll have you know! Some would say my volume sliders are very fashionable and fun, even!"

"The DJ community is not known for having sensible taste in fashion..."

"You wound me..."

Olly rolled his eyes and continued to inspect himself in the much too short mirror. He might be able to make this work, despite the slight inconvenience his new height offered him.

Whatever the case, he'd be more wary in the future. There were only so many times he could be "lucky" until his "good luck" finally ran out.

Hopefully the next time wouldn't be so tragic.

[medpauinternational]

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1. Consultation: Whether you are involved in the medical profession, or a business tycoon looking to invest in the healthcare sector, the first step to go about setting up a dialysis center is speaking to an expert consultant. Consulting with a professional would provide you with the necessary guidance to establish a dialysis center of any size, from a single-bed dialysis center to a multiple-bed dialysis center, while considering your budget.

2. Legal requirements: Due to the technicalities involved in running a healthcare business, certain licenses and paperwork are required during the process of registering the business. It is crucial to seek legal counsel to ensure you’re complying with the laid down rules and regulations.

3. Equipment purchase: This is the point where you purchase your dialysis equipment and consumables from a trusted equipment supplier.

4. Equipping & Installation: Next after purchasing your equipment is the setting up of your dialysis center, which includes the installation of dialysis machines, dialysis couches, and other systems like the water treatment plant and a power source. This procedure should be handled by trained installation engineers or technicians.

5. Facility Commissioning: This is the point where all requirements have been met, and your center is ready for business. Commissioning a facility can be done in various styles; whether you choose to throw an opening party, or launch into the streets in a marketing campaign, what matters is that your center is optimally ready to respond to the demands of a dialysis center.

When properly done, owning a Dialysis center is like owning a gold mine. The average cost of each session of Dialysis is about $50 — $100 and patients undergo Dialysis at least twice every week for the rest of their lives or until they get Kidney Transplant.

This will also be a good time for me to advise you to consider using refurbished Dialysis machines especially if you are a private healthcare service provider or in Nigeria, Ghana, Liberia, Ethiopia, Zimbabwe, or any other African country. I will give more information in my next article.

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╰┈➤ ❝ [Mirror's Refuge] ❞

A century ago, these lands used to be ruled by Sacral, who would trap the people who fell through the mirror pools and train them to fight for him. A few decades later, it was claimed by Noel, who acted as an underling to Sacral until he gained enough power for himself. After many tense battles, the land was claimed by residents who did not want to succumb to the horrors of the Mirror World, and has become a rare safe haven in these corrupt parts. The Reflections here have dedicated their lives to rescuing other Reflections from residing domains, and guiding them back home with the new help of The Protectors - a group of youth who can traverse between the worlds.

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╰┈➤[1] Research Centre

Reflections reclaimed this science building and refurbished all the tech equipment within it, previously belonging to Noel. The building is used to study materials found throughout the Mirror World, search for other residents in need of rescue, finding a permanent solution to bringing people home, and preventing both Sacral and Noel's plans from succeeding.

╰┈➤[2] Weaponry

A series of cannons pointed at Noel's Domain, and ready to move in position to Sacral's incase of another outburst.

╰┈➤[3] Base of Operations

A series of tents and shelters where self-appointed warriors and mages plan their attacks and monitor the surrounding area. Often use sonar from the Research Centre. Have some more benefit being outside; better surveillance.

╰┈➤[4] Neverending Waterfall

A waterfall of murky, dirty anti-water, dropping all the way down the cavern. It has no apparent destination. Some Reflections have fallen in, never to be seen again. It's pretty hard to come back from a cavern.

╰┈➤[5] Clearance Centre

Where newcomers to the refuge are checked for weapons, tracking devices, or ulterior motives. Kind of like a quarantine prior to encountering the rest of the Reflections.

╰┈➤[6] Reclaimed Rings (Mirror Pool)

Sacral built the rings to hypnotize anyone who walked through. After the takeover, the powers that infected the trees were treated by powerful mages who gave the plants new life. They now bear fruit, able to feed residents in the refuge. Sacral has rebuilt his tree rings on his own property. A Mirror Pool sits between the rings, and though it is rare for someone to come through, it happens now and again.

╰┈➤[7] Spirit of The Fox Statue

The warrior who kept the Reflections of this space safe for generations. The statue was built in his honour for his sacrifice and courage standing up to the two domains.

╰┈➤[8] Support Centre

Where Reflections can receive medical treatment, especially those new to the Mirror World. New arrivals are debriefed on their situation, basically that they might never return home. They are fed, cleaned, and directed to their place of residence, ready to fight against the domains.

╰┈➤[9] Tents

Where many residents live. Being outside makes it easy to hear surrounding fights and dangers.

╰┈➤[10] Laboratory (Mirror Pool)

Noel's first point of contact upon his arrival in the Mirror World. Built an extravagant lab with much of his equipment from Casus Vallis. His ex-followers and defecting Reflections overtook the lab for themselves, now using it in extension with the Research Centre. It is unlikely for people to come through this Mirror Pool, likely because it is not easily accessible from Casus Vallis.

╰┈➤[11] Electrical Gate & Fence

A gate separating the refuge from the Spirit of The Fox's home. Not many Reflections are welcome in, despite the Spirit's supportive efforts in the past.

╰┈➤[12] Dry Marsh

Self explanatory. Some small puddles here and there, but mostly dried up. Tall grasses litter the property.

╰┈➤[13] Spirit of The Fox, Fen Worm

A Reflection with incredible power lives on these grounds, rumoured to travel between Casus Vallis and the Mirror World. A Spirits powers manifest within the Mirror World, and are able to leak into the real world. Reflections who accept the powers of the Mirror World no longer age, but those who are able to openly traverse between the worlds and gain a dedicated connection to both may be imbued with a Spirit of An Animal. Animals are known to be wary of the Mirror World. Though rare, if an animal makes their way through a Mirror Pool, they can connect with Reflections and the land itself, gaining powers of their own. The combination leads to beautiful magic.

The Spirit of The Fox has not been seen for several decades, assumed to have hid himself in his cottage after helping Reflections claim this piece of land. It is not known if he still resides in Casus.

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