Panic at the Disco

[Trixie]

As a sedated Seventeen was loaded onto his own emergency triage Lamba-Class Shuttle, Nova’s had already lifted off among the other medivac LA-AT transports that had arrived to carry off the wounded to the Sulaco. Sergeant Major Chun Li had already started getting reports as the first shuttles arrived with troops who had survived the ordeal or had been classified as walking wounded. Trixie was the last senior officer on site to be loaded into an emergency shuttle that came with its own triage team for en-route care. However, it’s staff couldn’t get the Mistress sedated or calm enough to begin treating her extensive and severe bodily wounds. Her cries of pain echoed through the makeshift landing zone as the nurses had to peel her armor away from her chest, exposing charred flesh, muscular tissue, and in some places, bone.

“I need you to lay back, Captain.” The head nurse said, pushing against the resisting Sith Warrior as she was wheeled up into the Lamba-Class shuttle.

“I can’t find a vein, Doctor. Should I get the drill?” Another nurse, who had been trying to find a functioning vein on the redheads severely burned right arm, questioned whilst removing a small case from a lower shelf.

“Approved. We’ll drill her.” The triage surgeon said, as he wrapped the nylon straps across the Mistress’ torso.

Her face had become swollen, her hair clinging to the dried blood on her face. Two male nurses grabbed hold of her legs as the ramp began to close and the shuttle prepped for departure. Taking hold of Trixie’s right arm a nurse held it to the gurney as the doctor prepped the intraosseous drill.

“Captain Zulenka? Can you hear me?” He asked, taking notice of the redheads’ sudden lack of resistance, as another nurse lifted her eye lids to check her pupils with a small light.

“She’s going into shock, doctor.”

Without hesitation the triage doctor spun up the drill and pressed into the Mistress’ elbow, drilling a hole into the bone of her humerus down to the marrow so they could deliver lifesaving fluids.  Stringing up an IV bag of electrolytes, synthetic blood, and pain medication he immediately gave her a heavy dose of morphine.

“Pilot! Inform the Sulaco that we have a severity seven trauma case enroute. I need a bacta tank prepped and ready, an OR ready to go, and a spinal surgeon paged from Coruscant General on Tier 1.” The triage doctor ordered as he read over the initial reports on Trixie’s wounds.

Preliminary scans from the portable medical equipment on the shuttle had shown the saber that had pierced her torso had also nicked her spine, that seventy-five percent of her torso was covered in third degree burns, and most of her skeletal system was broken in some fashion. While her regeneration had been able to save her from paralysis, the surgeon was going to have to go in and pack it with bacta gel so the Mistress would be able to heal properly. Her burns and broken bones would mend in time within the tank, but she’d have to be intubated and kept in a mild coma until her respiratory and circulatory system could function on its own.

Captain Zulenka had given everything she had for the 13th and word was spreading rapidly about it. Walking wounded survivors from Able Company and Bravo Company had been eagerly awaiting the arrival of their Division CO’s medical shuttle. Wounded and healthy soldiers alike cleared a path through the hangar as the medical team whisked away the redhead into the bowels of the Star Destroyer medical facility that was located one deck higher from the main hangar. As they brought her out of the morphine induced coma to prep her for surgery her cries of pain could be heard through the halls. Chun Li had to station Easy Company guards outside of the Trauma Wing to keep personnel from disturbing the medical teams working on Zulenka, Nova, Aisha, and Seventeen. Once Trixie had been stripped and prepped they could flush her system and re-sedate her with the proper medication used in bacta tank healing. It took about two hours for the spinal surgeon to clean away the cauterized flesh from Trixie’s torso wound and pack it with a solid block of bacta gel that her own body heat would slowly melt. Once she was ready the Captain was intubated, slid into the goo filled tank, and monitored around the clock as her shattered and broken body slowly began to heal.

***

Trixie was violently awoken from her coma as her bacta tank came crashing down from atop the Venator Class Star Destroyer. It exploded, ripping away both of her legs and cutting into her right arm at the elbow. As she bellowed in agony the pain was suddenly gone and she found herself sprawled on the cold stone floor of Diablo’s throne room. The painful sensation of his brand searing itself into her flesh once more was little compared to the pain she had just experienced. Crawling forward the naked Agent of Chaos managed to bring herself to one knee and bow her head in respect.

“You learn quick, little one, that you are but a mere pawn in a much larger game.” Diablo’s words seared through her mind like molten ice picks being stabbed into her ears.

“This Jedi you sent me has given up the location of her remaining compatriots on Tier 5 of Coruscant. You are to wipe them out and report back to me how they have been moving around undetected.” The Lord of Terror stepped out of the shadows and loomed over his servant, who dare not raise her head.

“Am I clear-” His words trailed off as a lone spiked finger moved under Trixie’s chin to force her to meet his burning gaze.

“Herald Zulenka.” With her new title he touched a claw to her brand, piercing her torso with liquid fire as it changed in appearance. Instead of two horns, it now had four.

“Complete this mission for me and your title will be official outside of this room and to all of my Agents. Fail me...and that new brand will consume your body and send you back here to me for punishment. You have one month.” The Terror Demon explained before snapping his fingers, dropping Trixie into a sea of molten rock to burn alive.

Turning back to his throne Diablo returned his pawn to her own reality. The Mistress' eyes shot open inside her bacta tank, her heart rate skyrocketing. She had no idea how long she’d been submerged, but she knew what had just happened. The new information that now tugged at her mind and the mild burning sensation under her left breast told the Sith Warrior everything she needed to know. As the automated system pumped her with a mild sedative and she drifted off to sleep she found herself yearning to see Nova.