Curate, connect, and discover
"Vod, maybe wait until you won't fall over until you get into another fight?"
Bite slowly removed the shard of visor from Tumblers head and pasted an appropriately sized bacta patch on top.
"Right, let me wrap that arm properly, and then we will get you back to the barracks. You can sleep and then go back to whatever you were doing."
As he slowly winds the wrap around the broken arm, he thinks about how this all started.
"So... all battalions are proud of their commanders, but I don't think I've even seen one as protective as the corries. What's up with that, then?"
:Incoming Transmission from: Coruscant Guard Holding ward:
We need any available medic to head down to the Holding Wards and tend to our local vent cryptid. Di'kut got into a brawl with someone from Bacara's lot and our on-hand medics are tending to the the Marines who jumped in.
- @corrie-guard-tumbler
"Medic Bite, on route, Over"
Bite stands quickly from where he'd been sat talking with one of the other medics in the mess.
"I've got this one. Flag it to the medbay in case things got extra rough, and I'll comm you when I have the facts."
Bite turns on his heel and starts running full pelt towards the holding wards. He'd only met Tumbler once, but after memorising his file, he was already trying to sort out a plan in his head.
As Bite skid around the final corner, he was greeted with the sight of injured brothers and very tired medics trying to stop someone from continuing the fight.
Turning to the trooper on duty at the entrance, he asked where to find Tumbler and was pointed to a dazed and injured looking vod in the back corner of the room.
Weaving around the clones still scattered around the space, Bite finally reached the corner Tumbler was pressed into.
"Hey vod, it's Bite. What happened? What do you need?"