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Chapter 1.5 – 1st Examination by Gilamar (Day 26)
Tomoe had spent the rest of the afternoon organizing armor and filing medical reports with Boss’s help. In a joint effort, they managed to load their set of flash instructions from the console on the two datapads they had. It was slow, but they made up for this with stubborn concentration. Tomoe and Boba withdrew for their afternoon training. It turned out that the box had a set of micro-antigrav units that allowed them to shift it to the fresher she reserved.
Once insured that they weren’t missing too much, the kids were perfectly comfortable polishing and recalibrating their kit in eerie silence until Gilamar knocked at the doorframe just before dinner in the mess hall was served. He broke out a couple of ration bars and checked the IV’s of those who couldn’t tackle edible food yet.
Boba wrinkled his nose. Weeks of freshly cooked dinners had made him pickier than that. “Gonna eat later.” He left the rations to his brothers generously while Gilamar escorted Tomoe out. “Don’t bother with him, Scorch, Bob’ika’s probably fond living on air.” – “Not our problem if he turns out like dwarf-buir.”
“Jealousy of the poor.” Boba picked up his datapad, killed the flash-instruction and checked off the last points of his own homework.

While Boba did his homework next door, Tomoe decided to have a word with Gilamar who was escorting her into the Examination room, expecting Jango to join them in a few.
“Doctor Gilamar, can we talk in private for just a moment...” Tomoe really didn’t know where to start, but she felt that she couldn’t let this mercenary-doctor any closer to her before she developed some trust. It didn’t help that Moro had informed her that Gilamar had already examined her while she was out cold. She couldn’t even begin to imagine his face through the glint of his visor. Who was he? “…face to face, please?”
Gilamar did her the favor, took off his helmet and kept a straight face under the scrutiny he knew would follow. Underneath the sand gold facial mask he looked a lot younger than Kal. He had thick brown hair and could have been handsome if his nose hadn’t been broken at least once. She could only hope that Gilamar would turn out a better doctor than the one who straightened his nose out.
Mij was acutely aware of her unease and decided to put their professional relationship on the right track from the start. “I’m a physician and a warrior loyal to Mandalor also … but I am no psychiatrist.”
He did not know how badly Fett had mistreated his slave, sexually and otherwise and he didn’t plan to be filled in by her. Such information would challenge his loyalty to his leader … in hindsight; nothing good could come out of such a quest. He would stick to the task at hand and help where his skill made a difference. While she seemed to have accepted Fett as the father of her unborn child, he didn’t know what their relationship was by now. If they were a couple, they were somewhat discrete about it. Which wasn’t a bad thing in cramped Tipoca, but he wasn’t going to ask and been drawn into this.
“Just tell me what you need; I’ll see what I can do for you. But if you need somebody to talk to… then somebody else, like Rav Bralor, would be a good choice.” He then decided to add a serious warning “Vau takes advantage of a specific area of medical knowledge, but that doesn’t make him a doctor. Keep in mind: his advantage more than yours. There is a reason why he’s called Old Psycho around here.”
He stood with his hands on hips, staring down at Tomoe. Since he had patched up Fett with Vau’s help, then spent many hours in the cramped surroundings of the TIV with the enigmatic training sergeant and his ‘pet’, Vau’s particular interest hadn’t slipped Gilamar’s notice. Whatever this interest stemmed from, it held potential to fill up his infirmary. Mij preferred prevention over healing.
Tomoe nodded and watched a smug smile creeping up on his face in return. It settled comfortably in the few lines of his face. Since her talk with Vau went bad, she felt like she was threading thin ice in Tipoca. She decided to add a warning on her own. “Could you please fill me in about the results of your first examination, the one two nights ago?”
Mij swallowed. He had made sure personally that she had been sedated. Fett had supervised jealously that his scan didn’t leave the slightest trace on her body. And then? Had Fett taken advantage of the situation after he left? Fett wouldn’t give away a thing without being …persuaded. Had he been? How else could she know? He wouldn’t be the one who spilled his leader’s little indiscretions. Thankfully it was 1745, and there Fett was, back to his usual reliability
“Sure. I suggest we go over everything together.” Gilamar placed his handheld scanner on the table and invited Jango to join them.
Jango walked up to them “Before we discuss medical detail: I order you to keep Ms. Harada’s medical data off the mainframe completely. Transfer visual and audio recordings of her examinations from this rooms security-protocols on this datacube.” Jango placed a small matte gold cube on the table beside the scanner. “It will stay with you, Tomoe. Bring it to your check-ups.”
“Yes, sir.” Gilamar acknowledged. This was irregular... but an order nevertheless, probably connected to Kaminiise law vs. natural reproduction. He would simply save a copy of Fett’s speech before he did so. – “Carry on.” Fett hooked his helmet to the back of his belt and stood easy.
“Ms. Harada has just asked for the results of my examination two days ago…” – “Go ahead.” – “The routine scan turned up nothing out of the ordinary. From what I could see, you are a healthy young woman. It was just a superficial scan, I took no blood sample and did not do any invasive examinations.” Gilamar looked briefly at his commanding officer who just nodded. Mij continued “Therefore, I cannot tell about your pregnancy so far, it’s too early to show. Jango Fett asked for a bacta-neutralizer, which I didn’t have at that time.” Tomoe listened and nodded. For Mij, this was getting tedious. He would not speculate, “What else do you require?”
Tomoe had listened to find out what this doctor knew and wondered how much – if anything – she should give away. “My family doctor mentioned a bacta-infestation in …my private parts. I would like to get a rid of that, but I don’t know how and at which risk it could be done.”
“Without a more detailed examination, I cannot tell.” Mij repeated himself. He would not hand out prescription medicine based on second-hand information. “That would need a swab and a vaginal scan.”
“I’ll think about it.” Tomoe paraphrased her decline. Beside her, Fett didn’t look too happy but said nothing.
“Alright.” Gilamar nodded an understanding. He wouldn’t add to a rape by pushing medical devices into without her request, yet he wouldn’t leave her without options. He pulled a long drawer from a cubicle on the side, and put a pile of patches on the table. “This is to withdraw the remains from your body cervices, similar to the lining of a regular bacta-patch. Depending on the location and size of the infestation, this will only reduce the problem, not resolve it completely. A bacta-neutralizer would do so, by poisoning your body for the bacta-type that infested you. There are several strands in use - which one, I would have to determine by the swab.”
“Will there be a danger for our child?”
“Your risk for multiplets is raised. Make sure to use a condom in case of intercourse. You also have to factor that you cannot be threatened with bacta for weeks if you take a bacta-neutralizer due to your body’s temporary inability to accept the treatment.” Gilamar eyed her foot and the scratches on her otherwise polished chest plate. “I’d suggest you let your foot heal and sort out your conflicts before you take such a medicament.”
“I’ll take care of any conflicts.” Fett piped in. “No more hands-to-hands training with the Nulls or anybody else …than me.” He admitted. On one hand, he wished he could restrict Tomoe to his quarters to keep her absolutely save, on the other hand he wanted his cyar’ika to stay sharp.
“I’ve grown up without bacta, it should not be a problem to avoid its use for a while once things have settled down.” Tomoe tried to appease the possessive gleam in Jango’s eyes. “What else should I be aware of?”
“Pregnancy is a natural thing as are certain risks in this early phase of it. Don’t carry heavy stuff. No raw meat, fish or milk – not a problem with the rations you eat in the mess hall anyway. Additionally, we can adjust your customized rations for a slightly higher energy consumption and additional folic acid. Reduce stress. Don’t fight if you don’t need to defend yourself…”
“Start carrying a side arm.” Jango proposed.
“…Refrain from rough sexual practices which made that misuse of bacta look like a good idea,” Gilamar concluded his check-list with a look at Fett.
“Sure.” Jango set his jaw, determined to over go the sting of that barb. His fist wanted in Gilamar’s face nevertheless, but he just clenched it as he suddenly felt Tomoe’s fingers run over the back of his hand, tracing paths between his knuckles. He eased up and let her fingertips enter the space between his digits. “It wasn’t the two of us,” he heard her gentle voice say beside him and tightened his grasp ever so gently. ‘Us!’ She was defending him, clearing him in the eyes of his crew. He unlocked his gaze from Gilamar’s, smiling as she turned her face up to him. A warm wave of relief washed away that smelly memory.
“Good. This is for the kitchen,” he shoved a data-chip over “Next check-up in 4 weeks.” Gilamar concluded, then shooed those two lovebirds out of his infirmary, handing Tomoe the data cube. Given time, she would learn to trust his competence as well as his discretion and things would become less difficult.
In the end, giving life would make him feel useful and keep this never ending cloned madness from creeping up to him.

Tomoe and Jango picked up Boba who had been doing his homework with Delta and Lamda squad in the recovery room and went for dinner in the mess hall. Still in thought, there was a moment of amicable silence. Tomoe sunk into her own mind, checking on Moro. “Do you think there a danger to our bond if the bacta is withdrawn?” – “No. I’m with you. Always.” – “I’m glad.” Tomoe replied. She had suffered nightmares and there was still so much insecurity. It was a blessing to be able to talk.
She slipped the kitchen droid the data chip Gilmar had handed her. If it put more calories on her tray it wasn’t showing, and it tasted like the usual industrialized blob accompanied by crunchy bread sticks. Good food was another thing she would miss badly. “All nice and well, mom, but can we go fishing at a time?” Moro proposed. ‘No raw fish, Gilmar counseled. But I guess we can get some to cook or fry. Boba can show me how he does it in this stilt city.’ She would have to ask for Jangos approval, too… later. When exactly had she lost her freedom of making her own schedule?
Right now, she could feel the eyes of her new colleagues on her back. Jango had not answered to them in the morning. Kal wasn’t in the Sergeants’ mess hall; he was probably eating with his adopted sons. Other ‘informed’ people like were missing as well. Vau preferred Mird’s company over anybody else’s and Gilamar was still busy in the med bay. Isabet had made clear that she wanted to hear her story after dinner and she felt that she owed Rav an explanation.
“Boba. I have to skip our bedtime story for once because I agreed to meet Isabet in the sergeant’s room after dinner and I cannot tell how long that will take. We… need to talk.”
“Understood.” Boba pouted.
“You don’t have to explain yourself to them, Tomoe.” Jango counseled.
“I think I should, nevertheless,” ‘…and keep my ears open as well.’ She added inwardly.
Jango frowned briefly. He didn’t care for gossip. But since Kal and Gilamar had been placated, and the rest had been told to stand down, it should be safe enough to go there. “Alright. I’ll tuck you in, son.”

The job didn’t prove as easy though.
“Mom is busy again and it’s all your doing.” Boba complained since Tomoe had spent most of the day taking care of Delta and Lambda squad, she had even left him alone with Kal to help Mereel.
“Let’s strike a deal, son. You have her all day and I get to hug mommy at night.”
“When’s night?” Boba inquired cautiously Kamino got dark early on stormy days ...which meant almost every day.
“After your bedtime story until you wake in the morning.” Jango clarified.
“Alright.” He could be quite an early bird. “What about tonight’s story?”
“I think you have to tell me one, son.” Boba looked up at him blankly. So much had happened, he didn’t know where to start. “In detail. Beginning with how she picked you up here that night.” It wasn’t mere curiosity on his part. Jango wanted to know exactly what his son had gone through after being hijacked and if any information had been leaked.

But when Boba got tired of talking in the middle of a gang war that had taken everything out of his mom and himself, Jango decided to just let his boy sleep. He kissed him good night and left, picking up the surveillance device Tomoe had left dangling over a chair to put it away. Jango went for the bathroom to sanitize the electrodes and became acutely aware that he had nothing but her word where she were and what she was doing. He could just go to the computer panel in his room and look up the cams… ‘No.’ he decided. ‘I have to let her go.’
He scowled at his own scarred reflection and contemplated. Some said he had been a turn-head… when he was a young adult and in a position of power. Such compliments often came with requests or hidden agendas. He would turn them down until they ceased coming. His own interest had been turned down a number of times because a Mandalorian girl he liked was not ready to share his attention with their whole Mandalorian people-turned-army. Arutise were cowards, they did not count. His duties came first. He would not be domineered. Ever.
‘Face it, you’ve been better looking and more powerful when you failed to co-found your family.’ What was it with Tomoe? Hadn’t he had enough work on his hands? He got less to give than ever. There was a dull throbbing pain in his ribcage and he was tired after a hard day’s work. Hundred ARCs could do that to him. Right now he just wanted to curl up around her and sink his face into her silken black hair.
Gilmar’s scolding counsel about arueti-chicks crossed his mind. Been there, seen them scoot away - or worse grovel like the cowards they were, which made release as wasteful as masturbation. They were easy to come by but they were no mates and he had ceased playing with toys long ago. Tomoe was no coward. She had spiked his interest by making a mandokarla stand. Nevertheless he wouldn’t have his interests allowed to blossom at the risk of her getting lost like that other aruetyc girl, Sheeka Tull... he realized that he almost forgotten that name.
But the lesson had stuck: Why trust if he could own?
She did not become his willing plaything, denied to grovel …even when he taught her a lesson or two about not provoking him. In a way, he was glad she did not, never wanted her to… but… ‘She went to socialize. With others.’
His practical solution had come to nothing and cost him dearly. He felt tired and on edge yet determined to push through. Tomoe had made clear that she expected proper courtship before coming out of her closet. He wasn’t even sure what she expected from him because of her different cultural background?!
He started shaving. Being clean never hurt.
After all, he had convinced her to pack it in and return to Kamino. Two nights ago, he had meant something to her. Socializing would teach her about Mandalorian customs and help her to move over. He would give her some time off and think of something to bring. She had shown him trust and he would try to give her something in return. He would make her feel good and see where that lead to.
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Chapter 1.5 – 1st Examination by Gilamar (Day 26)