Welcome to Out In The Black, an RPG set in the Firefly verse. This is a totally original RPG, thus no canon characters or canon ships.
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"You have no idea how happy that makes me t' 'ear you say that," Gryphon said. She drew a small penlight out of her pocket and directed Nell to look at the ceiling so she could check her retinas. "One of the last birds I flew with, the pilot 'ad macular degeneration, was going blind without realizing." She shuddered a little at the memory- she had thrown quite a fit upon learning THAT little tidbit, as had half of the crew. There was no denying that the man could fly, but it was generally a good idea to be able to SEE where one was going.
Dodge's retinas looked good, as she'd expected. Good. Time to check for peripheral vision.
"'Old the index fingers of both hands at arm's length in front of you, at eye level," she directed. "Look straight ahead, and move your arms t' the sides until you can't see your fingers. 'Ow long 'ave you been out 'ere?"
"I'm an optimist. That may be a crime to you twisted so-and-sos, but it keeps me from goin' crazy."
Nell raised an eyebrow at the doctor's words, even as she stared up at the ceiling to let the doctor check her eyes. "Well, he was a ruttin' idiot, then. A pilot ain't worth ri shao gou shi bing without their eyesight, and a good 'un would know better." Her eyes were beginning to water, and she was glad when the doctor turned off the pocket light. She blinked several times, not enjoying the blue trails of afterimage that the light had left dancing in front of her vision.
She waited for a moment, wondering what the doctor would do next and trying to read the woman's expression to see if she was pleased with what she saw or not. Nell thought she had good eyes, but what if they weren't good enough? God, she'd hate to wind up like that guy... Flyin' was her life. "I been out here goin' on eleven years now. Got my first crew job when I was seventeen, haulin' scrap out around the border. I figure, those first five years I spent more time in hard vaccum than I did standin' on dirt, but the life suited me just fine."
As she spoke, Nell obediently stuck her fingers out in front of her and moved them around her head until they blurred out of sight at the sides of her head. "Umm... 'Bout there-ish. That good?"
" 'E was an idiot- why do you think I left that crew?" she said. Good, a nice wide field of vision. Certainly no troubles there. Gryphon made a note of it and gestured for the pilot to lower her arms as she found the cuff and her stethoscope.
"I took t' the black soon as the war was over," she said, feeling that she should offer some piece of her own past in exchange for what Dodge revealed. "Alliance wouldn't let me treat injured Browncoats, and I didn't 'old with that. Got back 'ome t' Arial, took the first ship 'eaded Rimwards, 'aven't been back since. There's plenty of doctors in the Core, not enough out 'ere."
The cuff she slipped onto Dodge's right arm and allowed to inflate before moving around behind her.
"All good so far," she said reassuringly. It was easy to see that Dodge was a little anxious about having her vision checked. It was a vital asset for a pilot, so the anxiety was only natural. She took a moment to cover the pad of the stethoscope with her hand to warm it up. Most patients hated having a doctor use a cold stethoscope.
"Your eyes are just fine. No need t' worry 'bout them. Mind liftin' up the back of your shirt so I can 'ave a listen?" Without her quite realizing it, her pronounciation was slipping a little more Rimwards- something that tended to happen when she spoke with people from the outer planets. It wasn't condescension on her part, just her talent for mimicry.
"I'm an optimist. That may be a crime to you twisted so-and-sos, but it keeps me from goin' crazy."
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