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It was well into the middle of the night when Tuhor Malikie came home. He was more than tired; he wore the bone-weary exhaustion of a man who saw too much, did too much, but never enough and it sat on his shoulders like the weight of an entire lifetime. Did I save the right people? Did I move fast enough – can I do better? What am I going to tell the wife of the man who didn’t come home this time? What would I want someone to tell Ysen if I didn’t come home?


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anonymous asked:

Tuhor and daily hygeine. Go.

In all things, Tuhor Malikie was a soldier. He was up before five when the apartment was dark and Nar Shaddaa was (almost) quiet; he lingered long enough to watch Ysen reach at nothing in the empty space of sheets before sprawling across the whole bed with every pillow at his fingertips. The apartment was small, but it was Ysen’s. It was his decoration, his interests and vibrancy — little showed the mercenary’s stark minimalism except for the small bathroom attached to their bedroom. The rattataki’s things were occupied the shelves, but the medicine cabinet behind the mirror and the shower were simple: shaving cream, an antique razor, some unfamiliar brand of shampoo along the shower wall. He shaved with methodical care and a practiced ease and showered before the water ever warmed. You do it, and you do it right, but always counting the time. Five minute shave. Ten minute shower. Eighteen minute gear-up (slower than before – the age is getting to you, old man, even now).

But he didn’t mind the two minutes he took idling by the door to look back — at his boy, his apartment (home), his unexpected life. He hesitated in the doorframe until the lights from the hall made Ysen to shove his head underneath the pillow and Tuhor slipped out and locked the door.

You did alright, old man. You did alright.


In modern or futuristic settings, The Medic is often a trained physician or EMT relying on whatever medical technology is available in that era and on-hand.
Often caring and concerned, Medics tend to be The Chick – or, if a guy, The Heart. The Medic is prone to be an Actual Pacifist and hold to Thou Shalt Not Kill (except, possibly, The Mercy Kill), although he may not stick to it when he is literally the only person who can attack — especially not if the villain is willing to attack him or worse, the wounded.
In Real Life, this is required; medical personnel are non-combatants, and so are protected under The Laws And Customs Of War, but forbidden to fight themselves lest they forfeit this protection.