<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=104145.msg4541537#msg4541537">Quote from: The Great Triangle on 22-04-2011, 21:19:33</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Arkhah reached the sickbay, and was quickly ushered past a sliding wall panel into the Xeno-sickbay.  It was a single sterile room with a great number of doubtless heretical artifacts, and a simple stone slab in the center, watched over by a green and purple feathered xeno-creature.  Nobody could ever identify what species she was, but her physiology wasn't too far off from the Kroot.  Instead of a beak, the xeno had an elongated row of fanged teeth, and a long, whippy, reptilian tail.  She (or at least the crew was happy to accept her identification as female) covered her slight frame in a massive white chiurgeon's coat, beckoning the Kroot inside.  "Good to see you, friend spirit."  Dr. Liz-kyi trilled in a voice that couldn't quite emulate human speech except at a very high pitch.  "May I speak the tau?"  She asked, approaching Arkhah and guiding him to the table, where a series of candles were lit and glowing balls were placed against his forehead, elbows, knees, heart, and groin, which somehow caused his wounds to re-knit themselves.  Liz-kyi never seemed to use methods that even made the slightest bit of sense, but she knew how to work xenos.  "Only rest will heal this."  Liz-kyi warned, before fetching an injector from the cabinet.  "But since you won't give up, take this."  She said, handing Arkhah an injector with 3 doses of Stimm loaded in it.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Arkhah chirps in satisfaction and relief as his gashes and cuts heal themselves back into shape, aided by the recent rush of nutrients from his post-battle meal, and responds in Tau. <As always, a pleasure to enjoy your treatments, flesh-mender. It would be a much greater battle to serve the man Cortez without your knowledge of healing arts to cure the ills of war that result. You keep the drugs for the humans, though - they will not aid me any more this time than they did the last.><br/><br/>Leaving the stimm injector behind, he ventured to attend Cortez, taking his customary position near the doorway of the bridge. No one had bothered to explain to him where they were going or what they were doing, but his employment experiences under the Rogue Trader had taught him that when they were in a rush such as this one, they had either just fled from heavy fighting or were likely to be heading into such, and the battle at Port Wander had barely qualified as a warm-up.