ODST: Surviving the drop

Aftermath

The news of the Chancellor's assassination started to spread throughout the core worlds in minutes, and hours for the rest of the galaxy. Such a momentous act couldn't be ignored, and even as the Chancellor was transported to the leading medical facility on Coruscant with no word if he survived. The leaders and systems of the CIS were cheering and taking this unexpected victory. Whether it was the CIS or just a simple bounty hunter, no one knows. But as of now, everything has changed.

And it's chaos.

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"Are the Jedi here yet?!" yelled one out of the dozen doctors in the room.

They all stood around an square apparatus around the size of a stool situated above a bed. They were all moving quickly as the slow beep echoed above all of the noise, the only thing that gave them some hope. The machine above the bed was hooked up to his chest, acting as his heart and other vital organs in that area, but it was just a holding action. The blaster bolt that blasted through his chest and heart damaged too much internal tissue for any kind of long lasting and successful repair, and since cybernetics would require the removal of the device and hours of surgery, that was also out of the question. So all the doctors could do was keep him alive for as long as they could, and wait for the Jedi, Senate, and Military officials to arrive.

The person on the table was breathing frantically, letting out groans of pain, and was showing great strength for his age as the medical personnel around him diligently worked on him. The only clothing the body was a his pants, his upper body shirtless and revealing the frame of an older man. Wires of all kinds were hooked up to him, a respiratory mask lay over his mouth, and white lights revealed everywhere so everyone could see. The apparatus above him had wires and mesh hanging out of the bottom, all connect to a once gapping hole in the older mans chest.

This person was Sheave Palpatine, leader of the Galactic Republic, and he was hanging on by a thread.

The doors burst open not a second later, Jedi Grand Master Yoda, Grand Admiral Wilhuff Tarkin, Senator Bail Organa and Padme Amidala, all walked in. The last three with a few support staff each. The room was massive so there was still plenty of room for them to be standing on the perimeter of the circle of doctors, the red shock troopers at the edges of the room watching all.

"How is the chancellor fairing?" Tarkin asked loudly to the group of doctors, his eyes watching the body on the bed closely.

A neimoidian next to the Chancellor dressed in white medical clothing with a mask over his mouth quickly turned to them, and raised his arm, gesturing for them to wait. The doctor turned back around and leaned down next to the ear of the Chancellor and said something to him before he made his way to the small group, a little blood on his gloves and shirt obvious to the whole group.

"How is he?" Senator Organa asked the doctor.

"The Chancellor doesn't have much time left, he has asked to speak with Grand Master Yoda and Tarkin immediately," the doctor stated as he mentioned to the bed.

"But what of his condition?" Tarkin pressed calmly.

"His heart is almost completely gone due to the blaster bolt, and his lungs have shut down. Quickly, there is not much time." the doctor said quickly before turning around, the other doctors clearing a path for them.

"Then speak with the chancellor, we will," Yoda said grimly as he started walking forward almost as fast as a regular person.

Tarkin mentioned for one of his aids who quickly gave him a datapad and he followed after the two, and the both of them stopped at the edge of the table, Master Yoda silently jumping onto an empty push cart next to the bed. They quickly noticed that the Chancellor's skin was mostly pale, his chest was barely moving as the apparatus hooked up to his chest did its best to keep everything running for as long as possible. He let out a painful groan, and turned his head towards the two, his eyes barely open.