The click and whirl of spinning servos woke Lady Dionne Vao from her unintended slumber. She felt the table beneath her begin to move, its movement seeming to erase the vision of the voluptuous chalk twi’lek that was just a moment ago hovering over her. The harder she tried to remember the twi’leks feature, the further from her minds memory it slipped. She had to wonder, if she knew the woman, or if it was just another one of the wild dreams she had been having as of late.
Bright light temporarily blinded her as she opened her eyes. The cold shell and unfeeling eyes of the 2-1B medical droid that interrupted the blinding beams of light from the rooms lights. As her eyes adjusted she watched as the droid worked in silence pulling the various medical probs that were stuck to her skin at various points around her body. She had to resist the sudden urge to bitch, thousands of years of medical advancement and they still couldn’t invent probes that did not sting when unceremoniously ripped from the flesh of patients? But she bit her lip instead as her mind wandered back to the fleeting memory of the chalk twi’lek. Had she been speaking? She thought so, though she could not remember what the woman had said. Just yet another small unsorted piece of the giant puzzle that as of late had become Dionne’s memory.
“Considering all you have been through Ms. Vao, I must say that I do not see anything out of the ordinary in a medial sense.” A small voice said breaking the silence. She looked towards the voice, at first she did not see anyone, until she looked down at the floor. There dressed in a white doctor's robe, like some childs toy stood the Chandra-Fan doctor Tili Qua. Chadra-Fan’s were short, rodent-like humanoids, usually no more than one meter tall, with bat-like faces. Not exactly one of the galaxies most attractive of species. But Dionne was not here for the doctors appearance, but rather her reputation for being able to cure the incurable. She was just one of a handful of alien doctors allowed to practice on Coruscant and it was because of her uncanny abilities. It also helped that the Imperial Remnant did not see the Chadra-Fan’s as a threat.
“Why do i sense a “but.....” coming doctor?” Dionne said as she sat up, pulling the thin paper blanket they gave her for modesty up over her breasts. “Well as I was saying, considering the massive trauma that your body recently went through, you are medically right where you should be. The soreness where your cybernetics meet that of your natural body is normal and will pass as you continue your rehab. But it is your cerebral readings that, give puzzle me to some degree.” The doctor explained as she went over to a monitor that was more her height. “You see Ms. Vao, this is the normal brain activity of a twi’lek such as your self when they are asleep and dreaming.” Dionne observed the screen and saw three different wavelengths, one red, one blue and one yellow that all were moving in soft gentle waves like one would expect to find on a lake during a calm day. “During this last CAT scan, these were your readings.” The doctor said as she switched on another screen. Dionne did not see the gently moving three lines like she did on the first screen, but rather a hundred different lines moving with the ferocity of a child coloring with a crayon.
“So I am going crazy.” Dionne said as if she was giving her own diagnosis. The thought had crossed her mind, with the lapse in nearly all of her long term memories as well as the nightmares she had been having as of late. The Chadra-Fan let out a sound that Dionne could only assume was a laugh. “No. Nothing like that Ms. Vao. This would be a perfectly normal reading, if you ….. uh.... well a Jedi. And actively using the force.” Dionne could feel the doctors eyes on her now. “Have you, well have you had any incidents lately of what you would call extraordinary merit?” The doctor finally asked. Dionne felt a chill run up her spine and continued to the lengths of her lekku causing them to twitch in agitation. “Do you intend to turn me over to the Empire doctor?” Dionne said in a cold voice laced with a anger she did not intend. “No, no, nothing like that Ms. Vao. On my oath as a doctor I promise you this will not leave this room!” the little rat creature said as she waved her arms and stepped back a few steps. “I am just trying to help you that is all Ms. Vao.” And she knew that the doctor was not lying. One of the other things the little Chadra-Fan was known for was her ability to keep the doings of her client secret. Which had made her popular with the celebrities as well as politicians of Coruscant.
The doctor’s reaction to her words seemed a bit over the top Dionne thought. While her words were not said in a kind tone, it seemed to her as if the little Chadra-Fan was about to piss itself. “Doctor I did not mean to.....” Dionne began to say in apology as she caught her own reflection in the polished chestplate of the 2-1B medical droid. Her words fell away as she realized that her eyes, that were normally a brilliant ice blue were inexplicably a mix of fiery red and yellow. “Oh!” Dionne said in shock as she covered her eyes with her hands trying to make the monstrous vision go away.
When Dionne heard the doors to the examination room swish open and then closed she had assumed that it was the doctor leaving the room. “I think this examination has gone far enough today.” A the familiar voice of Sage said. Dionne felt warm hands grasp her arms at the wrist and lower her hands away from her face. Dionne did not want one of her assistants to see her like this, so she turned her head away before Sage could see the horror that her eyes had become. But when she allowed herself to steal a look of herself in the droids polished chestplate, she saw the familiar blue of her eyes. “You ok Lady Vao?” Sage asked her in a concerned tone. “Yes, I think I will be at least.” Dionne said as she looked Sage in the eyes to try to reassure her young assistant.
“Put this one and meet me outside.” Sage said as she plopped down a bag on the table next to Dionne. “I took the liberty of picking you up a new outfit for tonight.” Sage said. “And no arguing or complaining about what I picked out for you. If I hear so much of a peep from you I will tell, “you know who” about what happened here today and you know how she gets.” Sage said in a manner that sounded as if she was conspiring against the Imperial Senate itself. Which Dionne thought, wasn’t that far from the truth. She knew it was Lavender of whom she was speaking, and that she was right in thinking that she would fly off the handle and want to make Dionne live inside of a protective bubble if she heard about Dionne’s eyes going all crazy on her while nearly making a Chadra-Fan shit her pants. Both Lavender and Sage had taken to Dionne like a pair of mother hens as of late. While Sage was more laid back and bending to Dionne’s wants. Lavender was more the task master.
“What happened to my clothes?” Dionne asked. “Down the trash chute.” Sage said in a flat tone, though the look in her green eyes was one of amusement. “That dress cost more than you make it a month!!” Dionne exclaimed. “Guess that means you need to pay me more.” Sage shot back, shoving the bag into Dionne’s arms. “Now get that blue butt of yours into that dressing room.” Sage commanded Dionne as if she was some child. “Fine, fine.” Dionne said in defeat as she hopped down from the table. Why were doctors offices always so cold she wondered to herself as she shuffled to the changing room, one hand holding the bag with her new outfit in it, the other trying to keep the whole room from seeing her ass through the exposed back of her examination robe.