Kana Truden
Wandering Healer
OOC/ - This is beyond late. This is stupidly obscene late. Sorry for that. 
Ossus -- Not long after the Sacking of Zeltros
Eggs, cucumbers, peppers and Kana. All of them had that one thing in common. They were all floating around in jars. Though the sizes in jars differed by the fact that Kana’s jar wasn’t a jar at all. It was a bacta tank. She had placed herself in a pickle and now she had gotten spoiled, corrupted, poisoned. One unlucky scrape and rage had become the name of the game. The mind cried out in terror as the body acted on it’s own and Kana had become a prisoner within her own body. The sith poison ran rampant and had it not been for the assailant itself knocking her cold there was no telling where Kana could have been at this point.
So perhaps in a bacta tank was for the best. What little consciousness she had retained repeated the event over and over. She had been… Somewhere with [member="Corvus Raaf"] in a prolonged fight with Darth Praelior. Then the poison struck and most of it all becomes patches of memories between control and a total loss of it. The fact that [member="Kian Karr"] and Catherine Maxwell had rescued her was unknown to her and that healer [member="Ilias Nytrau"] had been called into it was lost on her as well.
In fact everything about the exact inbetweens and what-nots were lost on her but here she was on Ossus, in a tank, struggling still to cope with the poison. At least when calm it didn’t feel as alarmingly overwhelming as the poison fuelled, thrived off of her anger and hate. No, Kana belonged in this tank. At least for now. At least until the poison was gone.
The bots had tried to fix her up but it had been to no avail. It was a problem caused by the force and by the rule of an educated guess it was just fair to assume that such was the case when it came to purging this thing out of her as well.
Not that Kana would know, she was a pickle in a jar ready to be taken out and fixed.
Ossus -- Not long after the Sacking of Zeltros
Eggs, cucumbers, peppers and Kana. All of them had that one thing in common. They were all floating around in jars. Though the sizes in jars differed by the fact that Kana’s jar wasn’t a jar at all. It was a bacta tank. She had placed herself in a pickle and now she had gotten spoiled, corrupted, poisoned. One unlucky scrape and rage had become the name of the game. The mind cried out in terror as the body acted on it’s own and Kana had become a prisoner within her own body. The sith poison ran rampant and had it not been for the assailant itself knocking her cold there was no telling where Kana could have been at this point.
So perhaps in a bacta tank was for the best. What little consciousness she had retained repeated the event over and over. She had been… Somewhere with [member="Corvus Raaf"] in a prolonged fight with Darth Praelior. Then the poison struck and most of it all becomes patches of memories between control and a total loss of it. The fact that [member="Kian Karr"] and Catherine Maxwell had rescued her was unknown to her and that healer [member="Ilias Nytrau"] had been called into it was lost on her as well.
In fact everything about the exact inbetweens and what-nots were lost on her but here she was on Ossus, in a tank, struggling still to cope with the poison. At least when calm it didn’t feel as alarmingly overwhelming as the poison fuelled, thrived off of her anger and hate. No, Kana belonged in this tank. At least for now. At least until the poison was gone.
The bots had tried to fix her up but it had been to no avail. It was a problem caused by the force and by the rule of an educated guess it was just fair to assume that such was the case when it came to purging this thing out of her as well.
Not that Kana would know, she was a pickle in a jar ready to be taken out and fixed.
