[Day 12, Night: Ulaz, McGonagall, Ichigo]

[purrtagonist]

[WE'RE HAVING A PARTY IN THE INFIRMARY TONIGHT!!]

[have at it, folks. make your own top levels, tag others, threadjack where appropriate, and do your thing! no tag order, just chaos]

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[purrtagonist]

[thank you, doc. he rolls his wheelchair over with his one good foot]

How did you become so educated on human anatomy?

[when he is, obviously, not human]

[insurgeont]

[ ...Ah. Well. It was probably inevitable that someone would ask that sooner or later. ]

...It is a long and complicated story, but the short version is that I have had a human patient before.

[purrtagonist]

Well. . . it isn't as though I'm going anywhere.

[moves his arm from his sling so Ulaz can properly change the bandages on his hands]

And you've got my undivided attention.

[insurgeont]

[ Ulaz changes the bandages as he speaks. ]

The Galra Empire has been conquering and expanding across the universe for thousands of years. There is little outside its reach. And in its wake, it has left untold devastation and corruption. Open rebellion is impossible against the Empire's power. That is why my order works in the shadows. We are also Galra, and so we may infiltrate the Empire's ranks freely, gathering information until such a time as overthrowing Zarkon is possible.

I worked undercover as a medical officer for many years, attaining a privileged position in the main fleet. The main fleet rarely sees combat, and so most of my time there was spent assisting the druids with their experiments or tending to the few gladiators skilled enough to survive Zarkon's arena. That is where I learned how to treat a human's wounds.

[purrtagonist]

[oh. . . oh. guess who just gained like +100000 respect points, Ulaz]

Gladiators? Does this Zarkon make humans fight each other?

[insurgeont]

No. Earth's solar system is outside the Empire's edge. There has only ever been one human in the arena. An exploratory vessel from Earth crossed paths with one of our cruisers. Most of the crew was sent to work camps, but one man was sent to fight in the arena instead. He was not expected to live. Few prisoners sent to the arena do, and humans are small and fragile. And yet he won. The entire time he was forced to fight in the arena, he did not lose a single battle.

[purrtagonist]

[. . . wow. Akira's expression hardens a bit, but there is something a bit impressed in what he says next]

He sounds pretty impressive.