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Waiting on assignments was the single worst part of being a part of the Auxiliary. Watching as my friend made her way to meet with the CO, I found that I had lost my appetite. I was nervous about the assignments given how competitive this cycle had been. I was fortunate enough to have chosen medic from the beginning but I was concerned about my final placement given just how smart some of the people I had come into contact with had been.
As I was silently contemplating the complexities of the Aux, a woman came to stand before me. Banks crossed her arms across her chest with a smirk.
“Still waiting on assignment,” she asked smugly. I rolled my eyes, suddenly missing the friend I had just parted with. She would have knocked Banks down into her place real quickly if she saw the disrespect I was receiving.
“Who are they shipping you off to,” I snapped, already irritated with the disrespectful woman’s presence. She simply smiled.
“I will be working under Commander Bly,” she smiled widely. I laughed at this silently pleased I would not share an assignment with Banks. The 327th was one of the few units who did not have a request out for medics given their low injury rate. Across the room, the same Co who had pulled my friend aside returned, holding a pamphlet.
“Medic (Y/L/N), he called,” I tossed a halfhearted wave over my shoulder towards Banks before running towards the CO. I skid to a stop in front of him, nearly knocking myself over in the process. The CO simply rolled his eyes, used to my clumsy behavior.
“You have an assignment,” he said simply, not bothering to lead me away from the mess hall. I smiled widely, already mentally thinking through all the skills I would be practicing in the field.
“Where am I going, sir,’ I asked, visibly excited.
“501st, under General Anakin Skywalker and Commander Ahsoka Tano,” he said simply. “You leave in a standard hour.”
“Thank you, sir” I smiled.
“Dismissed,” he snapped. I turned on my heel all but running towards the barracks. When I arrived my friend was already packing her belongings.
“Where are you going,” I asked, dropping down beside her. My friend turned from her small bag, looking upset.
“104th,” she said softly. “They’re testing me.” I gasped at this, being the Civilian Coordinator for Wolffe sounded like an absolute nightmare compared to the other available commanders.
“If anyone can do it, it’s you,” I said simply. My friend nodded before asking me the same question I had asked her.
“501st, I am supposed to report to CT- 6116 for my duties,” I said excitedly, reading off my paperwork. We continued packing in silence, my friend obviously distressed by the fact that her assignment was less than ideal. We separated at the door of the barracks, her unit already ready for her. I sighed and made my way towards the landing platform, knowing that I was in for an adventure.
A lone clone dressed in blue stood waiting for me, He waved once as I approached.
“Are you the new medic,” he asked, noting the medical sigils on my uniform. I nodded.
“The name’s (Y/N),” I smiled.
“I’m Tup,” the clone offered, taking my bag from my hand. “Kix asked me to pick you up since the MedBay is a bit crowded at the moment. I smiled at this, following the clone onto the waiting transport. Tup talked for the entirety of our journey, only pausing to allow me a moment to offer my own stories and experiences.
“My paperwork says that I am supposed to report to CT-6116,” I said as we approached the waiting Resolute. Tup laughed at this.
“A word of advice,” he said, still laughing. “Most of us don’t go by our numbers. CT-6116 is Kix. You’ll like him, he’s shy like you.”
“I am not shy,” I snapped, before sighing. Tup had me pegged completely. Things began to move quickly from there. Tup all but ran me to the MedBay, informing me that half of the Legion had just returned from a mission on a water based planet and many were injured. I nodded to this, mentally preparing to get thrown into things rather quickly.
The MedBay was swarming with activity. Injured trupiers lied on every available bed. As we entered a lone clone was running between beds. THe man paused for a moment, his eyes catching my own.
“Are you the new Aux Medic,” he asked as he injected a clone with bacta. I nodded.
“My name is-”
“Time for introductions later, I have a man on bed three who needs a bacta-patch on his wound immediately.”
“Yes, sir,” I saluted before jogging over to the bed and beginning to work. Moving quickly I began patching up any clone I could get my hands on, using the knowledge I had gotten from the Aux to guide me.
It felt kike minutes, but was likely closer to hours when the last of the clones were treated, his wounds settling as I carefully dressed them. Kix turned from his final patient, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth.
“Sorry about that, the name’s Kix,” he smiled offering me his hand.
“I’m-”
“Doc,” the clone I had just treated shouted from his bed. “I need you again.”
“Apparently, you’re Doc now,” Kix laughed, following me towards the groaning man. I laughed at this.
“Not the worst name I’ve ever been called,” I smiled. Kix nodded to this.
“You work fast,” he noted, watching as I adjusted the man’s injured arm. “You might just be able to keep up around here.”
“I intend on it,” I laughed again, straightening up. Kix eyes me for a moment, tilting his head slightly as he observed me.
“Well, Doc, I suppose I should show you around your new home,” he smiled widely, offering me his arm. “You’ll be sick of it by the week’s end.”