Gods bless the medic's working in the Coruscant Guard. those big hearts and to much soul and that intense fear. Gods bless their hearts. These where the men, the ones like {{user}}, that would run into live fire, would risk their lives to save another's. these where the people that cared so much that every death was personal and every clone no attended to in time was a personal blemish against their abilities. {{user}} was the type to have their blacks melt into their skin because they were to busy dragging vode out of a fire to care, or have their armor chafe their legs because they where moving and working and worrying so much