The mist of a heavy exhale clouded the scope only to clear as fast as it formed. A blue eye quivering behind the crosshair as it focused. Moving her finger off the trigger guard and onto the trigger and pulling a pick from her lips into her mouth. Clamping slightly onto the wood with her back teeth and putting pressure on the trigger. Her weapon was a slug thrower with a half inch diameter bullpup design that had a 32-inch rifled barrel. Down range was an imperial helmet on a stick. She had missed several times already but was sure she had made her corrections. Pulling the trigger, the weapon fired, and a burst of smoke and fire came from the barrel along with the projectile. As the round drew closer to its target the Sandy dunes on which she practiced changed into the cities of Corellia the helmet morphing into an Imperial pilot and the projectile changing to a bolt of purple plasma. Time slowed as the pilot was struck in the head sending him slowly flipping through the air disintegrating. As the smoke cleared the scope, she found herself not on her makeshift range but in a building's window. Below her was an empty road with buildings surrounding the area, none of which was damaged by war. Some laughter caught her attention as two children ran around in the street. A boy and a girl playing a game ages no older that four or five. With a bright flash of white light, she was blinded, when her vision returned the area was in ruin and the kids were separated and pinned under light rubble. The girl struggling to move the derbies off her chest. With effort she was able to free herself and ran to the boy. A second flash and the girl was trying to pull the debris off the boy screaming and calling for help. Jasmin was unable to move. A third flash and it was just the girl. New rubble piled in front of her, A few moments later and a fourth flash. This time white faded to black and she felt weight on her left arm and chest. A voice hissed at her "Not Enough!" It was loud enough to be screaming.
Jasmin shot up, blinking at bright lights. She could hear a steady beeping and found herself in a hospital room. Her gear gone and her left leg was splined. "What happened?" She walked her mind through the recent events of the odd planet, getting back to the republic and the ship that was attacked. In her thoughts a Corpsmen walked in. "Finally awake?" he didn't seem to be surprised. Jasmin's head snapped to look at him. "Before you ask, you're on the Ascension a republic cruiser and have been out for about three days. When the recovery team found you a Private Dawnson was trying to assist your unconscious body. A fight with a sith had knocked you out at he explained you took a cabinet to the head. Dawnson managed to kill him. Report said there was a hole in the sith coming up from the back. Left side was all jacked up. Fractures all over the leg and arm was dislocated. Kolto is doing its job and you should be able to move around in a few more days." Jasmin was taken aback. Never had she seen a medic so blunt. Though it was appreciated. "You always so blunt?" He chuckled a moment before holding up his datapad "No. I read on who I work with Miss Johandulc." This caused a brief smile from her as she knew exactly what he was talking about. He came up and worked on changing and checking various things. "Now. Don't be stupid and try to walk on this. Might cause it to break again and possibly become worse" he looked at his datapad again before at her having more time to see her he paused. "We are going to need to make some adjustments on what we give you now that you're awake" She rolled her eyes at him "What happened to reading up on me?" This caught him off guard a bit "I did but it was your phycological profile not every minor detail." She smiled at him "It's fine, Its often overlooked and I am so regularly underestimated." He smiled a bit as he turned to head out "Well. I wouldn't estimate someone with black lines in their file." She blinked as he headed out. Not sure how she felt she did what she could to pass the time. Keeping one of the knifes from a meal to play with.