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"Well, I guess I learned my lesson about listening to music on my headphones while working by myself. At least I've got you all now!" "Yes, it is a miracle that you are alive, but then working wonders is what I do." declares Rex. She asks if you would like to add your names to the petition as Starfinder agents. Rex barely listens as the request is made. When he notices the pad and electro-pen in her hand, he scoops them both up quickly. "Your looking for an autograph? Well, it is about time somebody asked." he suggests as he writes his name with flourish. "Anything for a fan. Now, who did you want me to make that out to?" Out of thanks for your help, they invite you to name one of the pups! Rex barely reads over the invitation, before concluding. "They want to name a town mascot after me? Well, then, 'Li'l Rex' it is! Anything for a fan."
Believing himself to be the "hero" of his own story and not wanting to appear "weak", Rex takes a shot at the retreating creature, supposing that he might be able to bring out a claw at the next press junket in order to sell a few more copies of his book.
He makes a mental note to ask his publisher's agent for an advancement for more needler darts.
Rex ponders the situation in his head. If only I could send some sort of electrical shock through the water, that would likely put an end to this crustacean. If only I could have gotten ahold of something like a cattle prod. As he laments, Rex tries to ascertain the crab's capabilities.
"Hit it!" The doctor diagnoses. Realizing that a tough, shell exoskeleton would likely be difficult to pierce, Rex directs a biohack to his ursine ally.
"An unconscious body!" shouts Rex when he spots the floating form. "It is a good thing there is a doctor in the house. It is a better thing that that doctor so happens to be me." Finishing a gesture with both of his thumbs, Rex turns to the others. "One of you should fetch it!" He glances at Tiny. "Your people are known to be competent swimmers, right?" Rex makes no effort to approach the water, but instead quietyly explains to whoever may be listening, "I wouldn't want to get my lab coat all wet and it could be rather unsanitary--you know, with a body floating around in it and all. Got to stay as sterile as possible. After all, who knows what potential trauma I may soon be dealing with?"
You enter the room. It is seemingly a storage room that was cleaned out long ago. A few pieces of modern gear rest on the tables at the center of the room, surrounding an active emergency beacon. Rex has never been trained on the use of the type of beacon before him, but he thinks that he has seen others use something similar on the popular survivalist reality vid show, entitled Unclad in the Unknown.
"I don't much like the look of those forcefields. Quite dangerous, I suspect." Rex notes. He glances at his fellow Starfinders and gestures. "After you." Realizing that he may have seemed a bit too eager to avoid any hazards, he adds. "I'll... stay put for the moment. One of these terminals here should probably be checked out."
Rex prepares to take the stalactite from Gideon until he notices the glow now coming from the elf's hands. "You may need to see a doctor about that." Rex suggests, pointing to the Starfinder's new glowing condition. Rex wonders if the stalactite might be made of something radioactive or otherwise toxic.
"Let me put it this way; I'm not going to worry too much about what my new friends do once I leave. By the way, you're also welcome to this if you'd like. I scavenged it while making my way here, but it doesn't fit my armor." "So, you'll be leaving us, then?" Rex inquires of Jresspr. Gideon takes the jump jets upgrade and says, "Who wants? I've got a slot I could fit it into if no one else wants it, but I don't think I'll need it as much as those who wade into combat." Rex adjusts his jacket, then prepares to step forward and take hold of the jump jets for himself. "I got my eye on a pair just like 'em at the pawn around the way, but ain't had the spare creds for 'em. I'd take 'em." Rex quietly huffs at the Starfinder's words. However, upon taking stock of the "Tiny's" relative size, he chooses to remain quiet and takes a few steps away from the jump jets.
Rex calls upon his knowledge of prenatal care he believes he obtained one time when he visited a maternity ward. He employs his custom microlab in an effort to quickly brew some folic acid, iron supplements, a dose of a Tdap vaccine, and a stool softener.
"Don't worry, Starfinders. When it comes to dealing with pregnancies, Dr. Rex Remorhaz always... delivers."
"A pregnant hexolin," remarks Rex. "Not to be confused with hexilon," notes the doctor as the creature appears to feed on a power cable. "One treats one form of shock and apparently the other eats a form of shock."
"Quite the...makeshift... settlement you have here." Rex has difficulty selecting his words and even more in hiding his distaste of the conditions. "We are here to help," he concedes, then mutters, "And it looks like you could certainly use it." Speaking up again, he declares, "However, we are also here to explore, so if you are satisfied with your current status, we could be quickly on our way." The doctor flashes a rehearsed smile, hoping to be given a reason to be somewhere else.
A crowd draws in due to the noise, and the lashunta refugees sing your praises. "The Starfinders saved us!" "I did, I did. No need to thank me. Working wonders is simply what I do. " The doctor responds, readily accepting the accolades. "Take whatever time you need. And, should you want an autograph, I hope you have your own pen."
"The first rule of medicine is: do no harm," notes Rex. "Though, I suppose, in this case that doing a little hindering might be in order." The doctor draws his needler pistol and sends a needle with a minor bioinhibitor towards the nearest thug.
"As I said. No harm."
He strides confidently up to the gangers, smiles broadly, and says, "Best move along, mates. I saw a team of steward enforcers heading this way. I don't think they'll approve of your marketing scheme, admirable as it is." He glances back toward a busy passageway as if they might be almost to the intersection. "Is that a steward camera drone I spy?" adds the doctor, calling upon his acting skills in an effort to help his elf.
Doctor Remorhaz accepts the pastry. He looks tempted to eat it right away, but thinks better of it after spotting the lens of the camera scanner.
He then compares to the proffered boots to his own, finely-tailored footware, before suggesting that one of his fellow agents wear them. "I do have a reputation to maintain," he adds, as he bends down to make sure his socks are pulled up.
Upon spying the familiar shirren, Dr. Remorhaz approaches, "Hello there! It is always good to see a familiar fan, eh Zagnu--, Zolof--?" The man struggles for a moment. He acts as if he is clearing his throat, before confidently saying, "Ziggy. If you needed a check-up from one of the Pact World's finest physicians, you could have simply asked rather than arrange a full-on Starfinder mission. Don't tell me you planned this whole Drift Crisis too, just to get an appointment?" The doctor flashes a smile. "After that, if there are still people in trouble, bizarre ecosystems to catalogue, and sapient residents to save, then I am clearly your man." Rex continues, accepting the mission. "As for coming back with the same number of pieces we left with, I assume that you are making effort at shirren humor. I am a doctor, after all." The doctor turns to address the rest of the party. "If any of you are even thinking of returning from this mission injured while I am on watch, then you had better treat me for esophagitis this instant!" "Because that is a pill I find to simply be too hard swallow.”
Upon spying the familiar shirren, Dr. Remorhaz approaches, "Hello there! It is always good to see a familiar fan, eh Zagnu--, Zolof--?" The man struggles for a moment. He acts as if he is clearing his throat, before confidently saying, "Ziggy. If you needed a check-up from one of the Pact World's finest physicians, you could have simply asked rather than arrange a full-on Starfinder mission. Don't tell me you planned this whole Drift Crisis too, just to get an appointment?" The doctor flashes a smile. "After that, if there are still people in trouble, bizarre ecosystems to catalogue, and sapient residents to save, then I am clearly your man." Rex continues, accepting the mission. "As for coming back with the same number of pieces we left with, I assume that you are making effort at shirren humor. I am a doctor, after all." The doctor turns to address the rest of the party. "If any of you are even thinking of returning from this mission injured while I am on watch, then you had better treat me for esophagitis this instant!" [b]"Because that is a pill I find to be too hard swallow.”
"It is always a pleasure to meet a fan," replies Dr. Remorhaz with smile. Given the opportunity, he wastes no time in embellishing upon his most recent exploits. "In addition to being both a multi-verse-class surgeon and writer, you may now soon need to add 'actor' to that list," declares the doctor. "Not long ago, I was called upon to be the voice of the tour for a crop of incoming Starfinder agents. My performance was stellar, not simply informative, but inspiring." "My debut as a thespian was all the more impressive due to the fact that, just hours earlier, I had to eradicate a strain of rogue code left over from the Data Scouring that had plagued the Pact Worlds some time back." He continues, "Were it not for my quick thinking and medical expertise, some of your fellow agents would, undoubtedly, have expired." "Before, that, I negotiated a settlement between two long-warring factions. One was led by a verthani--a cyborg, as I recall, more machine than man--and the other by a dwarven mystic or powerful mage..."
A human male opens the door to the shop, pausing in the entryway to ensure that he has been noticed. Striking a confident pose, he pulls back his pristine and well-tailored lab coat so to reveal a the lines of his healthy physique. Immediately upon fully entering the establishment, he attempts to get the waiter's attention as he passes by. "Your eyes don't deceive you. I am indeed, Doctor Rex Remorhaz, Wonder Worker," he informs the man. "And if your eyes should fail, there is no need for concern," he continues. "For, as I said, I am Doctor Rex Remorhaz, Wonder Worker. There is nary a physical defect my medical know-how and firm, yet handsome, hands cannot repair." As he waits, the man grows visibly impatient. Yet, as other agents appear, he seems nearly oblivious to their presence. When you get to the busy restaurant, you have to wait for the waiter to seat a large family of ysoki before he can attend to your party. After some time, he tries again to the get the waiter's attention. Holding up his hands for display, he implores, "Don't you understand. man?!? These hands save lives, man! Lives that teeter between that fine line that stands between the land of the living and the Boneyard. If these hands are restrained in place for too long--let alone left to go undernourished--who knows how many souls may be lost? I implore you to seat me quickly." He crosses his arms in dismay, before muttering, "And I am a pretty sure that I arrived before those ysokis did."
After you meet with all three factions, you can return to Ehu Hadif. The First Seeker asks how your day went and requests your impressions of the three groups. "Another fine day," notes Doctor Remorhaz. "Zigford's group seemed a bit needy, though fortunately they seem to be recovering well. The bookworms were a bit argumentative, if you ask me--and you did. And, the barathu seems to have some grudge against medical professionals." The doctor shutters a bit as he recalls the amorphous creature's dagger-like glare. "But, then, I am more a leader than a follower," declares the doctor. "Though, I must admit I admire that Jadnura. I like the cut of his jib."
Charla glares daggers at Rex. Catching the glares, Rex continues. "*Ahem*," he coughs, before reciting rotely, "Of course, not all of our missions are as fun as hanging out with us at the Lorespire Complex, and they are even dangerous sometimes. If you're ever injured on a mission, you'll be making a trip to our medical bay!" He gestures to the facilities behind him. "Don't worry, it's staffed with--*ahem*--top-notch doctors, nurse, and specialists who'll fix you right up, and it has a full team dedicated to Starfinders' metal, er-- mental well-being. And believe me, I know these folks are--*ahem*--the best--they fixed me up after I..." The doctor pauses as he glances at the script, then flashes a smile, "So, any questions?"
"No doubt, you know who I am, Rex Remorhaz, Wonder Worker," begins Doctor Remorhaz, already going off script. "What you may not know is that after I received my medical degree at Kemanis University, the largest institute of higher education on Absalom Station, I began my residency at Consolation General Hospital here on Absalom Station. The details of my work, both inside and outside of the operating room can be found in the series of novels beginning with the best-selling, 'Consolation's Prize'. I'd be happy to sign any copies that you may have on you for half my usual fee, a perk for my fellow Starfinders." "While you may be interested to know that there is a Medical Bay here in the Lorespire Complex, you would be correct in assuming that it is not as well-equipped as that at Consolation General, where I currently sit as Head of Pathology," he brags. "Still, a doctor of my caliber can perform miracles with even the most minimal of tools and instruments."
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