Post by Apillis on May 12, 2012 14:33:59 GMT -5
On occassion one of the Jedi Order's foremost healers, Lamilia, travels about the various Rim worlds, both Inner and Outer, when she can. They are often brief trips, and could be considered the closest thing to a sabbatical she takes. A layover for one of the shuttles she was taking to head out into the Outer Rim worlds first stopped at the Inner Rim world, Aiaru. She had never been to the planet before, and her ignorance upon arrival was immense.
But something about the place felt... wrong to her. So she chose to stay awhile, learn about this culture, a budding system entering a much larger and older galactic stage. But what she learned disturbed her. An oppressive regime where Force adepts helped maintain a despotism over the masses, who held no such perception to feel the Force as the world's rulers did. Even the labels attributed to those who were not Force-insentives were those of condescension and marking them as lesser--inferior.
The fates of those who further rebelled against the 'Stellar Mythic's' holding sway over what she saw as a despot governance, only disturbed her all the more. So much about this independent planet's regime and what influenced it felt wrong to her. But what made her bleeding heart truly flow was seeing the state of the oppressed and those who were actually brave enough to stand up against their oppressors.
Within a hidden clinic set up by a small group of Forsaken, largely for the 'Hopeless', who were injured during their persecution for stepping outside an unfair system. Some of those Hopeless and Forsaken were Potissimus Egregius Unum sympathizers and supporters, but it never mattered to Lamilia, she had always been one to extend her compassion to any, especially those who suffered. There she would give them shelter, provide safety and caring where they would otherwise be deprived of it as they were hunted down for giving an unwelcome voice to a society that only wanted to hear its own.
But something Lamilia always knew, it would only be a matter of time until this particular little clinic would be discovered. Likely because of herself, she had no method of hiding her presence, and does her light ever shine so bright. The illumination of a Jedi Master who has reached enlightenment with a complete peaceful countenance can prove to be a powerfully luminous thing. The soothing, graceful radiance of one who understands thoroughly the ideal of what it means to be Jedi, and find there center and perfectly know their place within the macrocosm of their surroundings and the Force. It is the serenity found within unsullied clarity in the Force. Such a presence that exudes within the Force, Lamilia cannot restrain, nor had she ever bothered to learn how to do so.
When the day came those hunting for the ones she lended her aid via the Jedi healing arts to, she felt approach the small clinic. There was no time to move or retreat, and with her presence in the Force, they could not ever hide for long as they would always be easy to locate. And there were too many sick and wounded to move with the few volunteers there and herself.
There were four of them she felt--they were those called Swords of Diligence, two she sensed quickly moving in on the clinic. One presence among them she recognized, for she once knew it as Jedi some time ago... and it disappointed her that she would find a former sister of the Order among oppressors. Forcing her to take action, she stood in the doorway a single footstep outside the clinic, "Please. Leave us in peace.", she calmly pleaded, but it seemed the pair charging at the clinic ahead of the other two were only interested in subduing and quelling--not for talking or negotiations.
From her left one attacked her with telekinetically projected strike at in the form of a right hook. But his clenched fist merely struck her calmly lifted gentle palm of her left hand. All of that telekinetic force projecting from his fist as it struck her hand was absorbed, but the energy of it was transferred through her a different form. Whatever it may have been his partner did not know, as Lamilia countered by merely gave a light push against his chest with her right hand. That right hand is what she transferred that Force energy she absorbed to, but not as telekinetic energy--something else entirely. But that energy transference rended his entire body, as if it were shut down into a coma-like state.
Perhaps his partner had never seen such a thing before, but it had caused him to hesitate for a second. Unlike his now comatose ally, he chose not to attack her with telekinetics, but instead his blade. He swung at her with his blade a couple, times--the first swing she moved as little more than a blur to his eyes, and in the next instant she was right behind him. With a soft, gentle touch with two fingers of her left hand, she ran them now his undefended back right along his spin. Through the Force she manipulated his central nervous-system connecting to his spinal cord causing it to go numb, and thus in a way paralyzing him; for he could not feel nor could his brain sense its own connection to his body. So he merely fell to the ground like a limp noodle, despite being fully conscious--merely was unable to move, and thereby pacified.
The remaining pair was near by this point, and Lamilia begun walking further out to greet them. As the third abruptly came charging at her she let her dark blue cloak with navy trim fall from her shoulders to the ground, leaving only her blackless dark blue Jedi gi to cover her torso, and exposing the numerous light blue tattoos that mark her back and shoulders of ancient Jedi symbology and glyphs. A breeze blew through making her long, silky waist length raven hair wave in the air with it. The sound of the grass swaying filled the air in the field the clinic was hidden within at the base of a rocky cliff side.
The second the third assailant with sword drawn was before her slashing at her, his blade was stopped by the glowing cyan blade of plasma that is the same hue as her eyes. With flick of the wrist and a movement he could not follow as she stepped passed him to his right side, he unvolunatrily begun falling backward, largely because his right leg had been severed off. He begun to scream in pain, but his cries became subdued and eventually silenced as what felt like the serene warmth of light washed over him, calming him and leaving him to feel no pain and simply relax as he laid there staring up at the peaceful clear blue sky of the day.
By the way each of the three who attempted to rush her, it was clear to Lamilia, either they have never faced a Jedi before or simply never faced a Jedi Master of Lamilia's calibre. It was doubtful they ever expected Lamilia to possess the level of ability that she did. Likely too used to the Forsaken of their own world they have come accustomed to facing and hunting down.
The glowing cyan blade of plasma vanished as the hilt that bore it was clipped back onto Lamilia's belt the moment she stood before the former sister of the Order, "Rhissai'arckan...", she simply uttered with her natural soft-spoken tone of voice, but said in the manner of someone pleading to another to come to their senses.
The master Jedi healer's cyan eyes looked up into the bright emerald eyes of the fourth Sword of Diligence. The expression in those cyan eyes were those of begging for the apparent fourth Sword of Diligence to turn back--not wanting any further violence nor to engage in combat with one who was a sister of the Order. The short, petite Hapan was hoping to avoid any level of confrontation with the tall, slender Alphithiri woman. But... Lamilia will defend those within the clinic if her hand is forced to.
She managed to subdue three without taking any lives and thereby minimizing the violence. But, the one who was before her would not be subdued even an iota as easily, and Lamilia recognized that plainly...
But something about the place felt... wrong to her. So she chose to stay awhile, learn about this culture, a budding system entering a much larger and older galactic stage. But what she learned disturbed her. An oppressive regime where Force adepts helped maintain a despotism over the masses, who held no such perception to feel the Force as the world's rulers did. Even the labels attributed to those who were not Force-insentives were those of condescension and marking them as lesser--inferior.
The fates of those who further rebelled against the 'Stellar Mythic's' holding sway over what she saw as a despot governance, only disturbed her all the more. So much about this independent planet's regime and what influenced it felt wrong to her. But what made her bleeding heart truly flow was seeing the state of the oppressed and those who were actually brave enough to stand up against their oppressors.
Within a hidden clinic set up by a small group of Forsaken, largely for the 'Hopeless', who were injured during their persecution for stepping outside an unfair system. Some of those Hopeless and Forsaken were Potissimus Egregius Unum sympathizers and supporters, but it never mattered to Lamilia, she had always been one to extend her compassion to any, especially those who suffered. There she would give them shelter, provide safety and caring where they would otherwise be deprived of it as they were hunted down for giving an unwelcome voice to a society that only wanted to hear its own.
But something Lamilia always knew, it would only be a matter of time until this particular little clinic would be discovered. Likely because of herself, she had no method of hiding her presence, and does her light ever shine so bright. The illumination of a Jedi Master who has reached enlightenment with a complete peaceful countenance can prove to be a powerfully luminous thing. The soothing, graceful radiance of one who understands thoroughly the ideal of what it means to be Jedi, and find there center and perfectly know their place within the macrocosm of their surroundings and the Force. It is the serenity found within unsullied clarity in the Force. Such a presence that exudes within the Force, Lamilia cannot restrain, nor had she ever bothered to learn how to do so.
When the day came those hunting for the ones she lended her aid via the Jedi healing arts to, she felt approach the small clinic. There was no time to move or retreat, and with her presence in the Force, they could not ever hide for long as they would always be easy to locate. And there were too many sick and wounded to move with the few volunteers there and herself.
There were four of them she felt--they were those called Swords of Diligence, two she sensed quickly moving in on the clinic. One presence among them she recognized, for she once knew it as Jedi some time ago... and it disappointed her that she would find a former sister of the Order among oppressors. Forcing her to take action, she stood in the doorway a single footstep outside the clinic, "Please. Leave us in peace.", she calmly pleaded, but it seemed the pair charging at the clinic ahead of the other two were only interested in subduing and quelling--not for talking or negotiations.
From her left one attacked her with telekinetically projected strike at in the form of a right hook. But his clenched fist merely struck her calmly lifted gentle palm of her left hand. All of that telekinetic force projecting from his fist as it struck her hand was absorbed, but the energy of it was transferred through her a different form. Whatever it may have been his partner did not know, as Lamilia countered by merely gave a light push against his chest with her right hand. That right hand is what she transferred that Force energy she absorbed to, but not as telekinetic energy--something else entirely. But that energy transference rended his entire body, as if it were shut down into a coma-like state.
Perhaps his partner had never seen such a thing before, but it had caused him to hesitate for a second. Unlike his now comatose ally, he chose not to attack her with telekinetics, but instead his blade. He swung at her with his blade a couple, times--the first swing she moved as little more than a blur to his eyes, and in the next instant she was right behind him. With a soft, gentle touch with two fingers of her left hand, she ran them now his undefended back right along his spin. Through the Force she manipulated his central nervous-system connecting to his spinal cord causing it to go numb, and thus in a way paralyzing him; for he could not feel nor could his brain sense its own connection to his body. So he merely fell to the ground like a limp noodle, despite being fully conscious--merely was unable to move, and thereby pacified.
The remaining pair was near by this point, and Lamilia begun walking further out to greet them. As the third abruptly came charging at her she let her dark blue cloak with navy trim fall from her shoulders to the ground, leaving only her blackless dark blue Jedi gi to cover her torso, and exposing the numerous light blue tattoos that mark her back and shoulders of ancient Jedi symbology and glyphs. A breeze blew through making her long, silky waist length raven hair wave in the air with it. The sound of the grass swaying filled the air in the field the clinic was hidden within at the base of a rocky cliff side.
The second the third assailant with sword drawn was before her slashing at her, his blade was stopped by the glowing cyan blade of plasma that is the same hue as her eyes. With flick of the wrist and a movement he could not follow as she stepped passed him to his right side, he unvolunatrily begun falling backward, largely because his right leg had been severed off. He begun to scream in pain, but his cries became subdued and eventually silenced as what felt like the serene warmth of light washed over him, calming him and leaving him to feel no pain and simply relax as he laid there staring up at the peaceful clear blue sky of the day.
By the way each of the three who attempted to rush her, it was clear to Lamilia, either they have never faced a Jedi before or simply never faced a Jedi Master of Lamilia's calibre. It was doubtful they ever expected Lamilia to possess the level of ability that she did. Likely too used to the Forsaken of their own world they have come accustomed to facing and hunting down.
The glowing cyan blade of plasma vanished as the hilt that bore it was clipped back onto Lamilia's belt the moment she stood before the former sister of the Order, "Rhissai'arckan...", she simply uttered with her natural soft-spoken tone of voice, but said in the manner of someone pleading to another to come to their senses.
The master Jedi healer's cyan eyes looked up into the bright emerald eyes of the fourth Sword of Diligence. The expression in those cyan eyes were those of begging for the apparent fourth Sword of Diligence to turn back--not wanting any further violence nor to engage in combat with one who was a sister of the Order. The short, petite Hapan was hoping to avoid any level of confrontation with the tall, slender Alphithiri woman. But... Lamilia will defend those within the clinic if her hand is forced to.
She managed to subdue three without taking any lives and thereby minimizing the violence. But, the one who was before her would not be subdued even an iota as easily, and Lamilia recognized that plainly...
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