Meatball surgery

Chivek shook his head at the young lady. The one thing that the imperials had was respect for their officers, till they shot them in the back.

“Lights! I need light to operate,” he said in a tone that indicated annoyance and that should be obvious what he needed. He trumped the fixture making it ring.

Another patient was brought and placed on a table that had become an operating table. He had suffered a major leg wound.
“This one is not going to make it,” the Doc told the ones carrying the wounded in.
The young man grabbed his arm and looked at him, pleadingly.

“We will see what we can do,” he said nodding to his droid to put him under and start the procedure. This was king to be a hack and slash job. He would loose the leg but might be able to get a prosthetics in three months.

“Girl, get those supplies in here and find me some light,” he yelled.