Durandal (MEDIC)


    Waking up seemed more like a dream at first. Durandal couldn't remember where he was at first; groggy from the small amount of sleep he had been able to catch.

    The day before he had spent all day getting the book he would need for his new class, training to become an official medic. He had spent at least an hour standing in line while hundreds of other people stood there, getting their own digital copies of the book or books they would need for their own classes. And the smell from some of them was atrocious. Thankfully he had brought his data pad, and earphones, tuning out the world with the odd sounds of the music from his home on Kushiban, which was a weird mix of wood based instrumentals, mostly consisting of drums which sounded very inspiring.

    Durandal rolled out of bed, his thoughts turning back to the present and walked over to the showers grabbing a towel as he walked in. He stripped and pressed the activation switch. The showers were "military grade B" Cold as ice and so fast that it could rip the skin and muscles off your bones.

    But this was something he had gotten used to in his time in the VE. He was sure to shave the hair off his face and head, before stepping out of the showers. As he was stepping out Verkur was walking in, smiling in the early morning.

    Ever since he had gotten back to Jester he had always found Verkur, different than most people he had met. Not in a bad way, just different, but Durandal like him and trusted him after the last few missions they had been through together.

    Durandal quickly got dressed and grabbed his data pad, going off to the mess hall to grab some grub before class. The gruel looked exactly like that, gruel. Brown and green, with corn and some kind of strange meat from god only knows what beast. And the drinks they were serving were some kind of blue goo, that even though it looked slightly intriguing, it tasted horrible.

    Again, another he was already used to Durandal thought to himself as he sighed and finished eating, walking out and towards the compound where his class would take place.

    He stepped outside to find the sun shining brightly, the flash fry to his eyes  from the intensity of the light was almost too much for him to handle at first as he  stepped outside, squinting to  the point where he almost couldn't see, it was almost at  bad as Tatooine when both suns were up.

    When he finally found the room he was supposed to attend he opened the door and stepped in slowly to find four other people in the class.
   
    Durandal paused a moment to take in his surroundings. It was unlike any other place he had been. There were digital posters of strange diagrams and weird aliens of all species hung up on the wall. There were five large tables, with all three students sitting together at one table near the front of the class. They all seemed younger than him, one was male with short orange hair that seemed to spike naturally, and a very dark, almost completely black complexion. The other three were female, one with Blond hair that was cut extremely short, almost shorter than the man's and a tanned completion and the final student stunning him the most with her almost extreme pale completion and vibrant red hair.

    The final person in the class was what he could only assume to be the professor, with his short cropped grey hair, and slightly bent frame, caused by what could merely be old age. But he could tell that this was merely the pose he had chosen  to take as the looking his eyes and the scar on his tanned face showed he had once if  not still a storm trooper just like them, if not better.

    Durandal took a seat next to the red haired lady and placed his data pad on the table, looking up at the Professor.

    After a few moments the Professor pulled out a chronometer, and finding it to be exactly 0900 hours he coughed once, to no use as the room was already silent.

    "Today we're going to learn the basics of First Aid on the battle field. First, lets start, since the class seems to be so small, with introducing ourselves." He said, his coming out with a long drawl and a voice that sounded like it had been through many battles.

    "I am Professor Caldwell; you may simply call me Professor." With that he waved to Durandal, and out of instinct Durandal stood at attention.

     "Sgt Durandal Va'ass of Jester Squad." He said staring ahead at first, then, finally shaking out of the instinct, sat down. The woman next to him stood as he did, and stated her name as well.

    "Corporal Vira Seracole of Banshee Squad." her voice coming out with a weird mixture of the softness of a woman yet the hardness that every soldier gets after battle. 

    Durandal was so stunned by the voice that came out of Vira that he hardly paid attention to the names of the other two, Janie and Beor was the only thing he  caught.

    He looked down at his data pad to focus on the class and not the strange sensations that he was feeling within him as the Professor continued, "If you'll look at Article IV in the text you'll find a basic diagram of the human arm and leg. We’re going to start with learning the muscles and bones within these ligaments so while you’re on the field you'll be able to do rudimentary repairs to broken limbs and torn muscles and ligaments."

    The next three hours were filled with learning the names of the muscles in the arms, from the biceps down to the hamstrings, and how to loosen up and soothe a torn or pulled muscle. As well they learned about the bones within those limbs and how to properly set those bones when broken, and how to pop them back in their sockets when dislocated.

    It took what seemed like forever before finally the class was finished and everyone seemed famished.

    The Professor turned behind him and played some instrumental music, heavy in wind instruments, and laid on the table a small amount of food to share between the five of them.

    Quietly they started to dig in, eating the succulent fruits and tender meats that the Professor had procured. Finally Durandal spoke up, "What outfit were you from sir?" he asked softly, taking another bite.

    The professor looked up with an almost mischievous glance, perhaps wondering whether or not he should tell them before responding.

    "Boy, I come from the depths of the Clone Wars, a series of horrors like none  the galaxy has seen before or since." he said, a white haze going over his eyes. That thousand yard stare that all older veterans got was in his eyes, as he saw the horrendous battle fields of his time.

    "It would do you well to take my advise and learn from the experience I had to go through on the battle field, as I was a trained medic, healing blaster wounds and pulling shrapnel out of my own friends' heart and arms and guts." the professor sighed and looked down, then turned off the music and touched his data pad a few times and all of theirs rang.

    "You have 50 cycles from when you open it, and you need to get at least 75 percent to pass. Show me what you have learned."

    They all grabbed their data pads and looked at the test, opening the encrypted file. Durandal thought hard about each question, and pushed it to the last few cycle As he answered the last of the questions and sent it back to the Professor.

    The Professor hit a few buttons on his pad again and with a bemused smile looked up at them, "Well, Two of you passed, and two didn't, which means two of you are staying here and two of you are free to go. So Durandal, Vira, you are excused for the rest of the day, I will see you both next week."

    Durandal didn't even listen to what else he had to say as he got his things and  stood up, then went to the door and held it, allowing Vira to exit before him. As they were walking back to the Barracks he turned to Vira when they came to the intersection where they had to separate, and Durandal wished her a good day, and saluted out of respect before heading back to the Clown House.

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could you follow the instructions of posting specialties as shown here: http://comnet.imperialnetwork.com/topic/9265/
Its easier for me to track upon first glance. I'll poke in an eye to check out for edits. I'll mark your specs at the next edit.