OOM: Installing the bacta tank

[iprotectyou]

Baze approaches the infirmary bright and early today, rolling a 1.72-meter-tall plastoid cylinder down the hall. He has tubes wrapped around his shoulders, and tools in a black backpack. The big Jedhan plans to install a bacta tank with Guppy's help.

"Hoi, Guppy! You in here?" Baze says, setting the tank--which is open on one side and closed on the other--upright near a drain on the floor in a room just outside of the infirmary.

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[guppy_sandhu]

"I can do that. Give me a minute to grab some bits."

He goes to get a packed dinner, a cup of tea, a stack of paperwork, and the little jumper he's knitting for Coral.

"Okay, hop in."

[iprotectyou]

In the meantime, while Guppy is grabbing his stuff, Baze has filled the tank, taken the sedative, and stripped to his skivvies.

"Thanks, Guppy," Baze says, and affixes the breathing mask to his nose and mouth. He climbs into the tank and sinks into the warm bacta with a sigh. The tank is almost too small to hold him; his head pops out of the top and he presses up against the sides.

Within minutes, he's asleep, bubbles floating up from the mask.

[guppy_sandhu]

Guppy keeps a close eye on him. The machine could certainly be useful, but he hopes Baze doesn't drown.