The following story takes place after the events of my story
Jaina's Discovery
, a few months after the end of the Yuuzhan Vong war. It is also a sequel to my story
Decontamination on Duro
. This story was strongly inspired by the work of the author Joe Doe. Thanks to meathead96 for the edit. Please read and enjoy all of my stories, and vote me a five!
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Jedi Knight Jaina Solo climbed out of the air taxi, and warily looked around the run-down buildings surrounding her. She was a little over four thousand kilometers from the areas of Coruscant she usually frequented, and a couple of hundred levels farther down. She had traveled so far from her squadron's base to see a doctor. To be more precise, she needed to see a doctor that wouldn't know who she was, and wouldn't take her retina scan. The air taxi took off with all the haste it could manage.
For her trip she had chosen to wear a nondescript black and gray short sleeved jumpsuit, with a black cloak, and black boots. A small vibroblade was hidden in her right boot. She also had her comlink, her phony Ezri Wepii ID, and eighty credits on her. She had used the ID previously when she went on the Maglev to be detained and strip-searched by the Maglev Security Force.
The reason that Lieutenant Colonel Jaina Solo, was anonymously visiting a free medcenter was because she was completely hairless from the neck down.
During the war, while being decontaminated for a Yuuzhan Vong parasite known as naotebe winglings, all of the hair on her body had been removed with a horrid-smelling chemical. While the hair on her head grew back relatively normally, the rest of her body remained as bald as a Bith.
Even as a Lieutenant Colonel, she had to change clothes or use the refresher with other female personnel. She had been telling them that she was just keeping herself hairless, which was very plausible, since quite a few of them did the same. She always demurely refused to reveal her method though. Jaina thought back to the feelings of helplessness, confusion, and arousal when she had been suspended naked and spread-eagle for the decontamination chemicals to be sprayed on her.
Now that the war was over, she was worried that the chemical that was preventing her body hair from regrowing might cause other problems at some point as well. She had spent many hours meditating with the Force on the problem, with no sure solution. She also didn't want anyone, even Master Cilghal, to find out about her embarrassing problem.
Jaina walked a few meters into one of the free clinics that served the lower-income sections of the planet. In the waiting room were at least two dozen beings, about half human, with some Twi'leks, Bothans, a couple of Weequays, a Talz, and a few Gamorreans as well.
Jaina slowly approached a bored-looking middle-aged human woman in a nurse's uniform behind a long counter.
"May I help you?" the nurse asked her, obviously wishing Jaina would just leave her alone.
"Um, yes, I need to see a doctor," she told her quietly.
The nurse looked at her like she was an imbecile. "I know that dear, but
why
?"
Jaina felt derision, and a little amusement from her. She leaned a little over the counter, and calmed herself with the Force. "It's private," she told her, almost whispering.
The nurse smiled contemptuously as she rolled her eyes. "Oh,
private
," she repeated mockingly. Then her tone grew more conversational. "Well, we're certainly used to taking care of that sort of thing here, sweetie. Do you have an ID?"
Jaina passed her the Ezri Wepii ID she had brought. The nurse slid it into a slot, and Jaina heard some beeps, whines and other computer-type noises from underneath the counter.
"Just let me see your hand real quick, dear," the nurse asked her in a friendly manner.
Warily, Jaina held her hand out towards her. Quickly and smoothly, the nurse snapped a bright yellow plastex band around her wrist.
"Hey!" Jaina said in surprise, jerking her wrist away.
"Oh, don't worry dear, that's just so the ADK droids know that you're here for something
private
, and it'll let you get your things back when they're done with you," she explained.
Jaina examined the stiff band around her right wrist. It was about five centimeters wide, and a few millimeters thick. She tugged on it, but while it flexed some, it wouldn't break. "How do I get it off?" she asked the nurse.
"Oh one of the ADK droids will take it off when they're through with your treatment," she told Jaina casually.
Jaina frowned at the band as she vainly tugged on it a few more times, then she tried to slide it off. It wasn't coming off that way either. "Oh, well okay then," she replied, still slightly worried.
I can always cut if off later
, she decided.
"Just have a seat over there, with the other yellow bracelets," the nurse told her with a derisive chuckle.
With half her attention still on the yellow plastex band encircling her wrist, Jaina slowly walked towards the group she had indicated. The four human women and a female Twi'lek there were separate from the rest of the sentients in the waiting room. As Jaina approached them, she started surreptitiously checking out her companions, both visually and with the Force.
The Twi'lek and two of the humans looked to be in their late teens or early twenties. One of the other humans looked perhaps thirty or so, and the last one maybe forty. Jaina wasn't really sure though, as a couple of them were obviously regular spice users of some sort. They all had yellow plastex bracelets on their right wrists, although a few of them were trying to keep them hidden. All five were dressed in worn-out, cheap looking clothes. Jaina sat down, leaving an empty seat between her and the nearest woman.
"Hey, I'm Keirra," one of the younger humans greeted her with a friendly smile from across the aisle.
"Ezri," Jaina replied with her own, slightly nervous smile. Keira seemed nice enough through the Force, and wasn't a spice addict—at least as far as she could tell. She was wearing a tiny frayed yellow tube top, very short black synth-hide miniskirt, and a pair of black high heeled sandals with a broken strap.
In spite of the cheap and slutty ensemble, Keirra somehow looked comfortable in it.
"Is this your first time here?" Keirra asked her.
"Uh, yeah," Jaina responded warily. "How can you tell?"
"I can just tell," Keirra answered with a knowing smile.
"Hey, why did the nurse put this yellow bracelet on me? On us?" Jaina asked her.
The Twi'lek and two of the other humans burst out in laughter. Jaina sensed contempt from the other one, and amusement from Keirra, although she politely refrained from laughter.
"They give it to women that they think have a sexually transmitted disease," Keirra told her gently.
Instantly, Jaina covered the plastex band with her left hand and a horrified look came across her face. Then she shot the nurse a look that would have given a Trandoshan pause. The nurse however, wasn't paying her the slightest bit of attention. In fact, she was animatedly chatting away on her comlink.
In just a couple of moments, Jaina began a Jedi calming exercise, and quickly regained her composure. When she had told her that she wanted to see the doctor for something
private
, she must have just assumed that she had an STD. Still, she could have been a little more polite about it.
A few minutes later, the rude nurse called out Keirra's name. She said bye, and cheerfully walked to the waiting medical droid.
Since none of the other yellow bracelets nearby seemed to be interested in conversation, Jaina just sat, observed the waiting room, and meditated. Every two or three minutes an ADK droid would appear at the door, and the nurse would call out a name. There were nearly as many sentients coming in as there were leaving though, so the number of beings in the waiting room stayed about the same.
Several more women with yellow bracelets joined her group, and the ones that were already there were called to the back. As she waited, Jaina wondered why some women left the medcenter still wearing their yellow bands on their wrists.
Finally, after nearly an hour-and-a-half, the nurse called out "Ezri Wepii!"
"That's me," Jaina repsonded as she stood and walked towards the medical droid. The notation ADK-25-MED was on its scuffed torso. Since she had never heard of the ADK line, she made a mental note to research it, back in her quarters.
"Follow me," the droid told her as it turned and rolled away on its wheels.
Apparently, neither the living nor droid staff here were chosen for their bedside manner.
As Jaina followed the droid, she sensed a wide assortment of beings in the small exam rooms, many in various stages of distress.
There were no doors on the exam rooms. Instead, there were curtains across the front of them. As Jaina passed by one room, she accidentally glimpsed through the gap between a curtain and wall and caught sight of a fat naked guy sitting on the exam table inside. She immediately glanced up to see if he saw her passing by, and he winked as he leered back. Embarrassed, Jaina kept her eyes on the back of the droid for the rest of the trip.
After they turned left, they went a dozen meters or so, then stopped in front of an empty exam room with a dingy looking curtain halfway open across the front.
"Go into the room, strip down, and put all your belongings in the locker," the droid instructed her, gesturing towards the exam room with one of its arm appendages. "I will be back soon," it added.
"Okay," Jaina replied. Then, with a reluctant sigh, she stepped into the room, and pulled the curtain closed. It stopped nearly half a meter from the ground, and left a gap of several centimeters on each side between it and the wall.
As Jaina stripped out of her black and gray jumpsuit, she surveyed the three-sided exam room. All of the equipment—and there wasn't much of it—looked similar to what she was used to, just much older, and more dilapidated. The curtain would let anyone walking by see her, just like she had seen the fat man. Once she was down to her bra and panties, Jaina hopped up onto the flimplast covered exam table, and sat down.
