Jack Sandrow
Novanian Shamans were skilled healers. Trained in both first aid medical practices and Force Healing, Elise Vizsla ran around the refuge camp doing whatever she could to help patients. Hair tied back, red kama bundled up to avoid getting in the way, the Mandalorian darted into a tent where a man screamed in pain from a puncture wound inflicted by debris as he escaped the chaos.
Skidding next to his cot as she fell to her knees, the Ajayid looked up to the other Jedi Healer present.
"His leg is infected?"
The Mirialian nodded,
"At this point, I think only amputation will work. It's not the zombie virus, but whatever it is is creeping up his leg and causing excruciating pain."
The man continued to scream. Elise looked to his bandage wrapped blade and lifted her arm. From her Vambrace, a small knuckleblade retracted.
"Hold him steady, I need to look at his leg."
"You heard her!" The Jedi and several medics all held the man down as he struggled to thrash. Bringing the knife down to his leg, she tugged at his pant leg and began to cut the cloth. Once the cut was made, it was easy to pull the whole pant leg off his leg. The sight was a gruesome one. Black spots dotted his entire leg, with veins enlarged to nauseating degrees. Puss was visible beneath the skin, and the inflammation made his leg twice as large as the healthy one. Elise narrowed her eyes.
"Black Creep. It'll rot his bones the more the infection creeps. Amputation is the only option, I'm afraid."
She looked up to the Jedi, frowning,
"Use your lightsaber. It'll cauterize any blood loss. I suggest a medic apply bacta even before you perform the operation, and pain killers."
The Jedi nodded and gave orders to the staff. As they ran around, preparing for the amputation, Elise extended her hands towards where the cut was planned, applying a Force ability that would reduce his pain in that area.
"You're doing great, sir. Don't worry, it will be over soon."
Outside the tent, the sound of a laser sword activating was shortly followed by the sound of a lightsaber cut and a man weakly screaming.
This was just one of the instances where Elise Vizsla had to apply her eight years of medical knowledge from the Dreamseer Coven. Exhausted, the young woman was walking through the camp as her feet dragged behind her. She looked around, at all the homeless and wounded. So much still needed to be done, and she had been here for hours now. The scent of despair and sickness lingered in the air, as the worn out shaman heaved heavy breaths. The lightsaber cut has reminded her of her own from her battle on Mandalore. Most of them had been healed over by Bacta and Force Healing, but some covered her arms, legs, and waist as scars. She had learned that day that her fight to save the galaxy was fruitless, no matter how hard she tried. Phantom pains covered her body as she looked around at the mountain of needy in this camp. Tears started to flood her eyes.
A headache started to pound in her head as she lifted a hand to her forehead, sighing.
Malum, I know you are a good man. Why join the evil responsible for all this suffering?
Every day, Elise still wondered how her secret lover could be a Sith Lord. He thought they were right, but how could they be? With all this death and destruction... then again, Elise herself was Mandalorian. Mandalorians too were guilty of a multitude of evils.
Elise groaned. She hated to falter, but she needed to rest.
She walked towards the edge of the swampy camp, where fresh plantlife was blooming in an out of place, but very welcomed, garden. Within the plants, flowers, and trees were her places of comfort. She had always loved to be within nature. Sweating, she tugged the string that tied her kama to her back and let it drop. The red cape flowed as Elise gritted her teeth from all the phantom pains her body was experiencing right now. She leaned against a tree, starting to crumple, without even realizing that someone else was here. She slid to the ground, grunting and clenching her teeth as she activated her beskar'gam's biorestorative underlay, pumping pain killers into her bloodstream. As she panted, feeling overwhelmed by everything, the young woman looked up to see a green skinned humanoid also resting in the garden. Despite her sweat, tears, and misery, she offered a shy, sad smile.
"What a garden. I know there's a lot to be done, but I've been at it for hours and I still have some wounds to contend with myself."
Did she really need to justify to a stranger why she was here instead of working?
She sighed, closing her eyes as she leaned her head back,
"There's so much to do, huh? Seems never ending."
She chuckled haplessly, trying to stay light hearted as she continued to make small talk,
"But that's why we're here, right? So I can't complain. I'm Elise, by the way."
As usual, Elise was beginning to ramble as a way to cope with her emotions. Even this peaceful garden could not aid her recent misery. But perhaps, speaking to another worker would help her mind to stay off all the galaxy's woes.
Ijaat Mereel
himself. Even if it was made in a time of strife, the rock was starting to show it's sturdiness. 
