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Story summary: Coric was like a Jedi master – he had few apprentices.
All is fair in love and war
Coric knew that most field medics looked up to him - He was the first-aid specialist after all. Each time he was around the hangars, at least one, no matter if veteran or a shiny, clone medic would jog up to him, bombarding him with questions. How to sew a busted artery in the middle of the battle? How to purify water if lacking proper equipment? How-
"How to make troopers stop having sexual intercourses with hookers from lower levels of Coruscant, sir?"
"You make up diseases of course."
"What?"
"Scare tactics. If you know the guys' been with women of shady health, make fake claims about medical researches. That, there is a disease, which will, I dunno, make their certain appendage fall off or something. Loosing any of the body parts off duty means being defective and we all know what being defective means."
"I see…"
"Just don't forget to mention that quick diagnose is the main key for successful treatment."
"I see, but-?"
"How to treat illnesses that don't exist?"
"Placebo, sir?"
"Exactly."
"Don't you think it's a little bit extreme?"
"all is fair in love and war"
"that's deep… Jedi wisdom?"
"no… holonet"
