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I’m trying to…but it burns so much.” Katherine’s entire body felt like it was on fire, as if she was trapped in that house that always haunted her dreams. She was doing her best to focus, to concentrate and not let the infection lash out again. The Padawan could feel the temptation swelling within.
Just tear out one of the crystals, consume it!
But Katherine resisted, just barely.
The Force Healing was doing its work, bit by bit. Progress was gradual, but the introduction of Valery’s Light was helping a lot. It was either riding the waves of Healing, assisting in pushing the infection back, or filling in the gaps it tried to escape through.
But it was also harming Katherine, as was Light’s nature when it touched a Sithspawn. Kahlil’s protective runes did their best to minimise things, but continued exposure was going to do lasting harm if it persisted for too long.
As the infection’s influence became smaller and smaller, Katherine felt her consciousness slip into her mind. The familiar surroundings of the Jedi Temple faded away to a void. Every direction was pitch black, aside from the ground. Where the only thing that distinguished it was the ash falling across it.
Katherine was laying on her side, barely strong enough to lift her head up as she heard someone approach. She looked up to see a familiar figure. Orange-red hair, bloodstained wings, but with pale skin and a pair of corrupted yellow eyes staring down at her.
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Looks like our time together is coming to a close.” Her doppelganger crouched down, a clawed finger reaching down and forcing the Padawan’s head up more. “
But don’t you worry Katherine, this won’t be the last.”
Back in reality, Katherine’s body suddenly lurched up in the bed, held in a painful arch. She remained there for a few moments, before unceremoniously collapsing back down onto the bed. Her body stilled for several seconds, until her chest began to steadily rise and fall. The Padawan was alive, but unconscious.
Jakobs let out an exhausted sigh, stumbling back slightly as he opened his eyes. “
It’s done. The infection has been eradicated.” The healer grabbed a nearby chair, slumping into it before his legs could give out. “
All that’s left…we can safely extract the crystals from her arm, then she’ll need to remain in a bacta tank to heal her body.” Jakobs let out a tired chuckle as he looked up and over at the Nobles. “
Suffice to say, no more training for Padawan Holt for the time being.”