1st Lieutenant Kansz JoNz - Walkabout
Kansz JoNz
OOC: I got inspired, so consider this JoNz’s end scene
1st Lieutenant Kansz JoNz - Walkabout
(( Central Medical Clinic, Ward 1, Main City of Argratha ))
After reporting to the Sower on their current situation, things had slowed down enough that JoNz had taken a few moments to herself in order to change out of her bloody uniform into a spare uniform that had been beamed down with the equipment and supplies. Cleaning her bloody fur as best she could via the on site sonic showers, the 1st Lieutenant felt cleaner than she had been for most of the time on the ground. She’d been close to dying; the situational impact was catching up with the marine officer. Kansz was trying to convince herself that she’d be fine, fluids had not gotten in her mouth or her eyes and she had no open wounds or sores.
Nis had scanned the Caitian with the medical grade tricorder and was 99.9% certain that JoNz wasn’t infected. It was that 1% that was nagging at her. oO What if she turned, who would she attack? Nis, Zeka? One of the clinic staff? Oo
With a shake of her head, JoNz dismissed those thoughts and finished dressing. It didn’t help that every time she closed her eyes she saw that man coming at her, frothing at the mouth and bleeding out of every orifice.
oO Dammit. She was a Marine. She had to get it together. Oo The Cait holstered her sidearm, the weapon feeling…solid, in her paw. Real. She focused on it, feeling the grip in her paw pads… but it wouldn’t drop one of those crazies from coming at her again. She felt that in her bones.
The away teams were exposed down here, asked to lend help to a situation that they hadn’t fully been advised of. That was on the Argrathi authorities. And now the personnel from the Octavia E Butler had to work on an antidote - JoNz assumed at least that the team assigned to the Hospital was looking into that - for this Rage.
Kansas rolled her neck, the cracking as she worked out the kinks was the only sound in the utility-grade washroom space. The flow of the mission had changed. It was time to adapt. Improvise. Overcome the fear she felt. Protect those that were with her.
JoNz: =/\= Lieutenant Nis, I’m cleaned up, just wanted to check in and say that I haven’t fallen off the face of the planet. I’m going to do a perimeter walk around the clinic to make sure there are no more surprises, and then I’ll return to you and Nurse Zeka. =/\=
She didn’t ask for permission from the Lieutenant, JoNz just stated the fact that she was going on a situational walk about. With one final mental pep talk, the gray-furred manul cat exited via a side access door into the waning daylight of the cycle and started her walk.
(( End Scene For JoNz ))
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