The sickbay was build right next to the Hangar on the base, a round, white tent that looked like the head of a mushroom that had grown out of the ground. The inside was as busy as a beehive with medic-droids beeping and scuttling from one side to the other, the engines buzzing like bees and the air heavy from quiet talks and the blubbering noises of Bacta-tanks build at one side of the room.
Ziv was followed by two medic-droids like a duck followed by ducklings as she waltzed through the lenght of the room with so many Holopads stashed under her arm she seemed to resist gravity.
The small Tynnan looked as if ran over by a Bantha, with her white pelt poofed up like from electricity, her eyes dark circled, a caf-cup in one paw, and her padawan-robes hanging askewed from her shoulders. Still, the young girl only gave the newcomer a unimpressed look from big, childish eyes as her gaze wandered over Anakins face, over his cloth, over the mechanic arm, the way he looked at her, and the way he stood. Then, not wasting a second she took a deep sniff from the air around him, before she started promptly:
“Alright, we kriffing stop now to play the kriffing game of ‘Oh no, dont look after me! I am too powerful and strong to be hurt! Look after the others who are not as strong and powerful as me’. For one-”
“-the rest of your kriffing soldiers are now hanging around in Bacta tanks, so they are taken care of, and also-” , the young girl nodded her head to the Bacta-Tanks in the background whichs blueish lines drew patterns on the sickbays white tiled ground. Ziv lifted a webbed finger as if she was a stern teacher: “-do not, kriffing no, kriffing never, discuss with the Healer for right now as long as you are on the sickbay I am of a higher rank than you and also the Healer will sit on your chest and suffocate you with a pillow to make you hold still, if she kriffing has to.”
The Tynnan, definitive too tiered to waste any time on letting Anakin speak, already turned towards the white gourneys that were as white as the walls and ground and seemed as if they had grown out of the floor. Ziv continued talking, stomping forward:
“So right now- Master? Who the Kriff are you even?- sit down and hold still, I will have to sew that first to make the Bacta heal it without a scar.”
