Devastare Incarnare
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Kain was on the verge of going insane. The Hidden Path and by association, Kain himself, had been on Odessen for longer than he ever cared to sit still. Leaving now was a moot argument for the former Jedi. Da'Razel had turned him into a flash roasted womp-rat. He'd been healing, though it was slow going. He kept going on and on about not wanting to submerge himself in a bacta tank. Using excuses, saying he'd rather be aware if they were attacked, rather be able to fight quickly if the need arose. It was Bantha-poodoo. After his nearly twenty year stint in a stasis-bacta chamber, even looking at one felt like he was staring at his coffin from the other side.
Thinking back to earlier, Kain remembered

"Hey, Kain here. We all spoke briefly yesterday I know, but I figured I'd send an update anyways. Got ahold of an old friend who owed me a favor. We have supplies waiting on a station above Mon Cala. I'm taking a trip to see our aquatic neighbors here soon and figured I'd send an invitation. If you're trying to tag along, just meet me at the Runner. I'm leaving Odessen midday tomorrow. If you can't make if for the trip. Don't sweat. I have a feeling were going to be pack in some ship or another for quite some time. So yeah... see you if I see you."
It would be a good way to know the new members of the Path he'd be working with on missions of this caliber. As an added bonus, he could give them some basic knowledge on how to finesse some of the major players within the galaxy, then they could go over a game plan too.