Walking down white halls with tiles sterilized and mopped twice a day someone short in height but almost canine in appearance and body was making their way down towards a near by office. Pink mixed with white fur while ribbons trailed along side of them, however they seemed to have on a lab coat with a named etched into it.

Dr. Sorrel, it would say, made her way around the corner of another hall, seemingly heading towards the office section of the clinic, passing by nurses and patients alike. She was a Sylveon, feminine in appearance but surely didn’t act in such a way when it mattered.

As she stopped next to a door she would raise one of the ribbons on her body and turn the knob, walking in as she noticed right away who was here. “Dr. Casenger? May I come in?” She mentioned, only slightly holding the door open, indicating she wished to wait before being allowed to come inside.

On the other side of the door Ricter, who was looking more feral today than usual as he had yet to really control the random transformations he has been going through. He would look over to the door, sitting at his desk and writing something, or at least practicing to do so with his paws. “Yes, I’m not up to anything at the moment Dr. Sorrel.”

On walking in she would see his office for the first time after renovating the room to fit some of his things, it was filled with cabinets and even had a hydroponics basin near by. Moving towards him she couldn’t help but look at them, then at the piles of papers that needed to be filled out every day, something she had yet to start on.

Coming over to the front of his desk she would inspect the plants that were growing, some looked like crops while others were flowers she recognized, mostly for remedies the clinic was low on. The type of plants that were expensive to get but just as hard to grow, “I see you’ve grown comfortable in your new office, how do you like it?” She asked.

Ricters eyes scanned over the room for a bit, it was well lit and even more so dusted and cleaned to make the storage closet actually feel a lot less like one. With all the things pulled out of here it actually seemed to have just enough space to give off a professional vibe, besides the stoat wasn’t complaining.

“Well given my office before hand was the day room, I’d say I like it, means I can get work done with out the threat of kamikaze coffee spills bombing my paper work.”

“Any other complaints I should list?”

“Besides this one locked cabinet, none that I can think of right now.” He would indicate by trying to open it but it would seem he was unable to do so.

Sorrel would smirk, almost stifling a giggle at his use of words, but as she walked over and sat down in a chair she could see what he was currently working on and noticed how he was writing. She gave a surprised look, one that made Ricter wonder why she seemed so surprised, it was paper work they filled out all the time, from keeping records of prescriptions they had given out too people treated.

“What? Did I make a mistake on one of the sheets?” Ricter asked in a causal manner, not trying to be rude at all.

“Ah sorry, its just that your hand writing, for someone who doesn't have thumbs your able to write fairly well, heaven knows I’ve tried my best to do so with my own but my ribbons have take those worries of using my teeth.”

She joked, making him snicker a bit as he had the same idea in mind when he was transformed back to this form. But practice made perfect and he had experience writing before, all it took was a few adjustments, not too mention he had to wield his sword somehow while like this.

“Yeah, that was what I was going to do till I took the time just to learn, cant say it was fun though, I felt like a kid trying to draw a perfect circle. Anyways, so how are you doing? I’m sure you didn't come by just to have a casual conversation with me. Don't tell me I have another away mission to go on.”

Shaking her head she would pull off her glasses and begin to clean them, all with the use of her multiple ribbons that doubled as extra limbs. “Not this time, but your right in saying I didn't come for a back and fourth with my college, but there are some things that need to be said.”

Pausing, Ricter would just let her speak, stopping his work for the time being as she began explaining. “Since you’ve come here we’ve had a much larger turn out, not only that but you’ve done many of the things our doctors cant do, or better yet cant do alone. So, I would like to congratulate you on your successes and would like to offer you, this.”

Pulling out a key and placing it on the desk, Sorrel would look at his reaction as she smiled, which made him wonder what was going on. Even picking up the key and examining it, “A key? Am I going on some sort of treasure hunt?” Always skeptical of her given that elder tree’ent fiasco she just laughed openly and pointed.

“Well you wanted to have that cabinet opened, there is the key. Congratulations on your gift.”

Pouting Ricter would frown as he place the key into the slot, “Yay, more space for my papers, how can I ever thank you, Sorrel.” Sarcasm was dripping form his tone as he opened it. But instead of seeing nothing inside he would see something else, it looked like a framed picture.

Inside of the frame though, as he pulled it out, their were words which he read off openly to the Sylveon across from him. “By the power of our faculty and staff, we here by certify that Ricter Casenger is certified as a healing physician for the containment of disease and prevention.” His eyes opened up at this, not for it being surprising, but just for having something with his name on it.

For him, he was rarely ever appreciated, sometimes people just used him, he’s healed so many while some would even dare to try and hurt him afterwards. Maybe it was because his judgment of people was so poor, but he never felt like he was a force for good when everyone took his powers for granted, or felt entitled to it.

That is until he came here, to this universe, the omniverse had their fair share of characters who were selfish and would treat him no differently than what he went through in his previous life. Yet he hasn’t endured that feeling here at all, from all the people he’s assisted many wished nothing more than to give him praise and recognition.

It was a feeling that he was growing to love, it made him want to do more for help others, though Sorrel was careful to show him that helping others had caveats to it. But this gift seemed to have more impact on the weasel than anything he could have gained from almost anyone else in this world.

It held a lot of meaning and now as he looked back to her he would smile softly, trying to not get emotional as Dr. Sorrel would interject on anything he was about to say. “Don’t mention it, its a small thing we could do for you. Just remember, in our profession, we heal those who cant help themselves, the ability to help others recover is a gift that others shouldn’t take lightly. Don’t ever feel entitled to do so.”

Listening to her words he simply got out of his chair, walking over to the wall he placed it on a shelf, keeping it there while saying nothing, but as he walked back to his chair he would reach out a paw towards the Sylveon. Almost like offering a hand shake.

The gesture would be returned, using one of her ribbons to wrap around his paw and gently move it up and down. “I know, I guess I’ve been really hung up on how people feel about me. I’ve never really gotten much recognition before. But I do thank you and everyone here for what you’ve given me on coming here.”

“That’s a very round about way of saying something we all have to deal with, just don’t worry so much. No one here would ever wish to use you for personal gain.” She chimed in after he was done, pulling her ribbon away as Ricter did the same for his hand. Staying put for a few seconds before Sorrel looked over to the certificate and then back to him.

“Everyone appreciates you here, and will continue to do so, patients, doctors, nurses, everyone. If you ever feel like were abusing you feel free to take time off, or leave, we’ll understand, just know that when we send you out to do things its not to use you. We cant go for risk of death, and surely you’ve experienced it before, what its like to die and be reborn. We...Don't have that luxury.”

Ricter knew this well enough, why he was sent out on so many missions for the clinic, mostly because he was the only Prime here in the clinic that had some form of combat experience and was capable of doing things others would dare. Like fighting monsters or Orc bands just for a simple item or two.

The stoat knew full well that they were exploiting him, and it was all for the greater good, helping him slowly complete his goal of finding the cure to all illnesses. So as Sorrel explained Ricter shook his head, “Its fine, you don't have to worry so much about me, I know its for a good reason, you wouldn’t ask anyone else because I know I'm capable, you know I’m capable as well.”

The pokemon nodded back, smirking, “Exactly, besides you seem to work well alone, I know you’d hate for me to add my own brand of intellectual commentary while out on an away mission with you.”

At her mention of this he would shiver, Dr. Sorrel was a good person but she was very pompous sometimes when it came to comparing herself to others. This was purposeful, mostly to mess with him, or better yet gloat about eh own achievements that were hard earned and warranted it. But after the sixth time it gets a bit old.

“Yeah, how about no, speaking of away missions is there anything else we possibly need? I looked in my emails and found little to nothing in relation to them. Mostly surgeries and the new patients list.”

Being Ricters boss and the co-owner of the clinic the Sylveon was confused, bringing out her phone as Ricter typed away on a laptop next to him, another skill he had to learn with the use of having just paws. Turning the computer to her she would look at the email and read it after adjusting her reading glasses on her face.

“That seems like the right email I sent, but I thought I had at least something for you to do, especially since surgeries for you take only a half hour or so of work. Knowing how hot headed you are, I'm sure you want something else to do that involves combat.”

Her tone was just as you would expect, a bit of a mix of know it all complemented by a soft grin. “Hey, I need to get stronger some how, best way to do that is by testing my strength against others.” He said with a flustered expression, trying to explain himself.

“You sound like a battle maniac.”

“I- I’m not a battle maniac!”

Laughing Dr. Sorrel would smirk, adding. “You make it sound like you are when almost every adventure you’ve been apart of has involved someone getting hurt or a battle of some kind. But enough teasing, as a Prime I guess it is in your nature to wish to grow in power, if you would like you can go look at the job board. Maybe find out if there are any fun activities you can get yourself into.”

Thinking for a second Ricter would lean back in his rolling chair, spinning around as he looked up at the ceiling. “I’ve looked into it before, the board is more stylized for rescue teams, at least low tier ones.”

“Oh? Sounds like someones too good to do some simple jobs around town Mr. Entitled.”

“Its not like that, its just that...well...fine, I guess that's a fair assumption. I'm fine staying here to work with everyone, at the same time I know my other skills would be useful in helping keep people safe out there in the greens. This place can be pretty dangerous, its how I found Vee, with out me being there she would have ended up being eaten by those goblins.”

A true statement, which made the sylveon wonder how they could have their doctor help them here but also have his skills be useful elsewhere. But she couldn’t think of anything that would really work out well, his reasoning was sound but as an adult he had to make a choice.

“We’ll talk about this more in a little while, for now I’ll leave you too your work, just remember you cant help all the people all the time. You might be able to live forever, but for everyone else, you can’t undo death.” She knew something he didn't, she could see it in his eyes, he had yet to lose a patient at least not one strictly under his watch.

This was a lesson he would have to get through on his own, but wither he liked it or not it would happen, and no matter what he thought about trying, it would change his opinion forever. She didn’t want to force it, and she herself had no clue if it would happen sooner rather than later, but the fairy type pokemon knew this is what was keeping him from seeing the truth and extent of his power.

After sitting up and taking a sip from a cup containing Omnibucks, the man shut the windows of the hotel room.

After checking for the 10th time that nobody was going to bust down his room for something important, he locked the door lying on the silky sheets underneath.

He hadn’t even gotten here and he was already seeing the same Empire sanctioned ads every hour on the news channel.

But he realized he could pick up information about the empire’s going ons just by watching the news of Coruscant.

After picking out tidbits of various interesting events in Coruscant, neatly set into piles, he laid down and closed his eyes.

What he’d see would be something out of the ordinary (at least to him anyway)

The dream contained a strange area of sorts, like a slummy area of sorts. He’d seen the best and worst of the Vektan people yet the Helghast wanted to ruin all that.

The man realized he was wearing his director’s clothes in the dream as well.

So I'm coming up with a short storyline so far and the NPC should be fun to play.

Any ideas? Things i can add? Etc?

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“A man is only as good as his word”

The words echoed in the Vektan Shadow Marshall director’s head over and over enough to drive any sane person crazy.

The crunch on the pavements of Coruscant of a man’s boots left the man wondering. The last time he had seen any signs of Lucas or Echo.. they had mysteriously disappeared from sight. He had carefully searched all of Vekta’s information databases carefully and thoroughly but the same information popped up that he knew already.

What was it? Where the hell did he miss something? Information was easily obtained on Vektan property due to him being the top dog of the Shadow Marshall.

He crossed his arms and almost punched a table. Anger crossed his face, nasty betrayal of a past “son” he had taken in as one of his own all for him to fall to care for a spy of the opposite side.

However, he felt his luck had changed somewhat as he had appeared in a brand new city. A new city he saw possibilities, new chances, and a cold dish of revenge. He was not going to leave unless he had that traitor's head on a silver platter. He should of shot him when he had the chance.

He had called that man his “son” for the last time.

However this city would be a lot more complicated to find information needed to search about this new place.

The director would have to talk to some strangers first and then go digging.

Luckily for him, the intelligence director had made it to Tier 1, Coruscant's top tier and the most beautiful areas he had seen.

He paused as he began his walk toward a upscale bar area fingering some Vektan dollars he had before leaving the company so far.

The bar had a name called the “Futurism Bar.”

The area was a little high classed for the area but it had just opened and the browish skinned man with cleanly set dreadlocks sat at the bar, setting some Vektan cash down for the bartender.

“Get me a average drink, I’ll pay you for information.”

The bartender eyed the foreign cash and blinked “So you think you can come into the Omniverse and barter with this … foreign money? Sorry, we only take OM here. You must be new here.

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The pagan moon hovered swollen and weighty in the sky, bathing the forest below in iridescent, silver moonlight. It was almost silent save for the crickets and a few lonely animal calls. The cool night air carried damp forest scents all around, lofting flickering torchbugs into the branches above. The dreamy creatures below could call the canopy it's own living night sky if they really wanted to.

A tiny hooded figure shuffled through the fragrant underbrush, carelessly causing noise. Small grubby hands picked glowing mushrooms off trees and moss from rocks with meticulous selectivity. A twisted bundle of sticks made for an exquisite tail and perch for woodland critters to laze about on. Leaf like ears poked from under the rough threaded hood, listening intently to the soothing sounds of the dark.

Twi was the name that the nymph went by. In all honesty their real name had been forgotten countless years ago, and they lived such a solitary life that it was a miracle that even they could remember some semblance of a title. They pursed their lips, pausing to count how much of each ingredient they'd gathered thus far. Twelve illumi mushrooms, five scraps of moon moss, fourteen pairs of luna moth wings- now those were a favorite of theirs to use-

An ear flicked.

What was that smell?

It was somewhat repulsive. Manufactured, fake, tanned- grossly human. Twi's large, alien eyes narrowed as they sniffed at the wind. Shifting their ingredient basket onto their back, they rapped their walking stick on the earth three times. The moss at their feet gained a subtle glow, forming a bio-luminescent pathway. The Nymph took tentative steps, worried and somewhat furious that humans were in their area of the forest. Hadn't they just recently come to an agreement to let the spirit be? Humans were always meddling and mucking about, chopping whatever tree down and uprooting growth all willy nilly. Well, this spirit wasn't going to stand by idling and tolerate such an atrocity-ee-ee...

The forest protector froze as it came upon the source of the disturbance. It's small wooden mouth popped open and hung in shock at the sight.

The ground was depressed, strange blue fluid spilled all throughout the clearing lead in trails to some sort of... human? No- It's leg was missing, and the last time Twi checked, humans didn't have blue blood or let out sparks... nor did their eyes flicker with an eerie, unnatural light. An automaton cloaked in human trappings was here? In Twi's forest?

The nymph made to move closer but stumbled backwards when she finally noticed the thing in the center of the clearing. Okay, this one was definitely a human as far as it could tell, no glowy blue ichor or ghastly flicker eyes. That, and it reeked of human and meat. With only a small bit of panic, Twi plucked several fireflies from her tail and stuffed them into her lantern, holding it up near where she guessed the head of this thing to be.

Yikes. Human, male by the looks of it, and dying at best. She put the lamp down and crouched by the man, studying his face with a morbid curiosity. She was startled out of her gaze by the automaton shuddering, lights desperately trying to fully come on. Twi glared with disdain and distrust at the thing for spooking her before returning to her observations.

He was bloody, the arm next to her was twisted unnaturally- broken. Her eyes trailed down his form, lingering over his worn leather armor. It looked like the decorative cloth parts of his outfit were shred up and threadbare from whatever it was that smooshed him into the ground. She sneered when her stare finally reached his leg; it was bent up, the leg of the wrecked automaton twisted up around it and holding it in place. The blue and red blood smeared together in purple stains on his tan skin and clothes. She lifted the lantern closer to his shattered leg. Fragmented bone shards pierced through his boots and his knee was backwards- and it stank like raw, hot bloody meat.

She wondered how long he'd laid there, on the floor of the clearing, letting bugs crawl all over him and into his open wounds. Sighing, she made to stand- the man was pointless, a lost cause from the looks of it. It'd be more merciful to kill him now than to let him suffer and bleed out. The machine was probably beyond whatever paltry repairs she could cook up as well. Her tiny paw like hand fingered her harvesting knife as she mulled over it all.

She watched his chest rise and fall with laboring effort, noticing for the first time how he was positioned. His other, far less broken, arm was outstretched, as if reaching out to the automaton. He had tried to drag himself over to it- probably before passing out from the shock and pain.

Her brows furrowed deeply. Empathy. This torn up man somehow had empathy for an unnatural machination.

Fine. Fine! She thought as she began to indignantly ruffle around in her satchel: withdrawing a mortar and pestle, a waterskin, a wineskin, several small bags of various herbs and ingredients, moon blessed smelling salts, a large square of decorated fabric and a bolt of rough hemp cloth.

With a moody scoff she took a swig of the wine, coughing at the sweetness before driving her walking stick into the ground and hanging the lamp from it. She spread the altar cloth on the leaf litter and quietly set to grinding her herbs into a salve for his cuts and wounds, and a powdery medicine for drinking. She pulled a cup from her bag and tossed the powder in, pouring wine in afterwards.

The Nymph grabbed her smelling salts, opened the pouch and thrust them under his nose. His eyes opened wide as he came to, then she was the on the receiving end of a squinty eyed stare.

“Good. You’re alive enough to actually wake up.” She clucked softly, holding the cup of wine and medicine out to him, “here, drink this. It’s medicine, might taste bitter, but it’s drink it or ultimate agony. Here’s my wineskin, chase the medicine with it until you float.” He squinted at her more.

“No, not literally,” came her exasperated response. “It’s not magical wine, this will all just be easier if you’re drunk. I’m going to set your bones.”

“I needed to be awake for this?” The injured man quipped with rhetoric.

“I like to see reactions when I do this. Also helps to know you’re not beyond all hope, now hush and get to drinking. You can move your neck fine, right?” He grimaced, obviously struggling to hold his head up in his worn state. She cocked an irked eyebrow and kneeled, sliding her arm under his head.

He lifted the cup to his mouth with his good hand, shuddering at the taste of the tart medicine. The wine did little to help. “What are you?”

“Ack- I’m... Mmm. I’m a Nymph. A forest spirit. You seemed to have crash landed in my home and I don’t really appreciate that all too much. What with all the blood and nasty smells. You people do know how much leather stinks, right? Almost as much as raw meat does, and you reek of both.” She plucked the cup from his hand and pushed the wineskin into its place.

He took a swig. “Not that I don’t appreciate this but if you have so much disdain for my kind, then why bother helping me?”

She huffed. “It’s complicated, but if you must know it’s because even mangled and half dead you have a trait I don’t see enough in ‘your kind’. Now hurry up and drink, the wine and medicine will dull a lot of the pain. When I get done patching you up, we can drag your automaton back to my house and you can work whatever hocus pocus on it that you want while you rest.”

“Iris!” The broken man jolted upright, startling the poor nymph half to death. And I thought he was gonna be the dead one by the end of the night. With a sort of frenzied panic and confusion he whipped his head back and forth looking for the android. It was off to his right, slumped against a tree. Very much to Twi’s own shock and panic, he started dragging himself along the ground with his two good limbs.

“Hey!! Stop that! I just barely got you back to a half living state- your leg is nearly torn in half, and you’re dragging your open wound through the dirt and bloody maggot mud!” She grasped at his hood and tugged back, “please sit still! I’ll go grab your automaton, just stay still and stop making things worse!”

He complied and rolled over onto his back before groaning in pain as his burst of adrenaline wore off. Twi scampered over to the android, finally able to get a decent look at the creation. It certainly didn’t smell anywhere near as bad as people did at least. It looked like a woman, long white hair and incredibly milky skin complexion. Blue liquid dripped lazily from the corners of its mouth, and it’s glassy eyes stared blankly, azure mechanical irises constantly focusing and defocusing on some unknown point.

The Nymph grabbed it under the shoulders and drug it towards her... patient, if one could call him that.

“Now, let me just get to setting those bones back into place before some ‘medical professional’ decides to saw them off. This should only hurt... well, let’s hope not too much.”

Hello, I’d like to request for recognition in the verse of the Tangled Greens. Total word count for the threads is well over 100k. So I’m just posting it here since someone mentioned it prior that I should request it now. The character I'm requesting it with is Ricter.

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