Diana lay within a bed on a medical frigate in the middle of Republic space. Her body was hooked up to a dozen or so machines, droids monitoring her vitals signs, bacta being pumped into her blood, an oxygen mask forcing her to breath. She was no longer being kept alive by her own vital organs, but instead by the dozens of mechanical contraptions that surrounded her. She was not the only one like this, dozens of troopers and Jedi had been injured in the invasion of Ossus. Some with leg wounds, some with head trauma, and some who had simply been shot.
Most of the doctors aboard this particular medical ship agreed however, Diana was the worst.
Her body lay shattered and broken, her nerves worked over time in delivering pain to every fiber of her being and her brain was on the verge of shutting down completely. Diana's list of injuries was extensive, her fight with Mikhail Shorn has not been pleasant. The doctors chart on the foot of the bed read like a list of horror.
A Shattered Arm, Broken Collar Bone, Four Broken Ribs, A leg filled with shrapnel, and a plethora of cuts, scrapes, and other deep wounds. On top of this she had received severe head trauma and had been stabbed with one of the most painful weapons in the entire galaxy, Devaronian Blood-Poison.
The pain of the poison rushed through her, and every few moments through the pain became to much and Diana had to gasp for breath. Every single fiber of her being winced with pain, waves of throbbing passed over her every few minutes, ensuring that she had not slept in days. The Jedi Knight had run out of tears from the hurt, and now simply lay in her bed, shattered and broken, her eyes staring at the ceiling, fluttering closed every time another wave of pain hit her.
From where she had been stabbed with the poison blade a spiderweb of dead nerves crawled out, blackened and rendered useless by the absolute suffering the venom had brought on.
As she lay there in a fog Diana could hear the screams of others, the soldiers and Jedi who had been injured on Ossus. Her heart throbbed with pure despair as she heard them, though no tears came to her eyes. The tattoo's on her face seemed to burn for some strange reason and she clutched the sheets on her bed with all the strength she could muster. This was suffering.
The Jedi Knight lay still, wordlessly pleading to the Force to make it stop.
@[member="Rianna Organa"] @[member="Cathbodua"]
Most of the doctors aboard this particular medical ship agreed however, Diana was the worst.
Her body lay shattered and broken, her nerves worked over time in delivering pain to every fiber of her being and her brain was on the verge of shutting down completely. Diana's list of injuries was extensive, her fight with Mikhail Shorn has not been pleasant. The doctors chart on the foot of the bed read like a list of horror.
A Shattered Arm, Broken Collar Bone, Four Broken Ribs, A leg filled with shrapnel, and a plethora of cuts, scrapes, and other deep wounds. On top of this she had received severe head trauma and had been stabbed with one of the most painful weapons in the entire galaxy, Devaronian Blood-Poison.
The pain of the poison rushed through her, and every few moments through the pain became to much and Diana had to gasp for breath. Every single fiber of her being winced with pain, waves of throbbing passed over her every few minutes, ensuring that she had not slept in days. The Jedi Knight had run out of tears from the hurt, and now simply lay in her bed, shattered and broken, her eyes staring at the ceiling, fluttering closed every time another wave of pain hit her.
From where she had been stabbed with the poison blade a spiderweb of dead nerves crawled out, blackened and rendered useless by the absolute suffering the venom had brought on.
As she lay there in a fog Diana could hear the screams of others, the soldiers and Jedi who had been injured on Ossus. Her heart throbbed with pure despair as she heard them, though no tears came to her eyes. The tattoo's on her face seemed to burn for some strange reason and she clutched the sheets on her bed with all the strength she could muster. This was suffering.
The Jedi Knight lay still, wordlessly pleading to the Force to make it stop.
@[member="Rianna Organa"] @[member="Cathbodua"]