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[healerrs]

HEALERRS is an original independent, mutuals only star wars character created by kaija. created in 2021, introduced to tumblr in 2026. non-roleplay accounts dni. blog and carrd graphics by @calisverse

someone teach the world to heal, how to love, how to laugh at the end

guidelines. carrd. prompts.

[healerrs]

post a picture of your muse so that people can comment their assumptions about them! Essa barsta

stolen from the feed. I think from @griefdestined

[kyberled]

when you're trying to be a good boy but you discovered ghosts exist and also they're trolls

@griefdestined @degobahsage @healerrs @vizslajetii

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mun vs muse (stolen from @griefdestined and @kyberled) i did my best with essa's hairstyle

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trying to practice my instrument and keep having to stop to scheme with Jay…. Truly fantastic life I am living :)

[healerrs]

bumping @catechizers again <333 my scary scary woman. I’ve been thinking about her a lot

[griefdestined]

When Obi-Wan had woken that morning, something felt off. At first, he chalked it up to the calm that was in the temple compared to the usual bustle of the ship and the chaos of war. Wanting to settle his nerves, he decided to take a walk through the temple, hoping he could fall into something like a moving meditation. Perhaps he was just restless.

Imagine his surprise when he found himself in the Halls of Healing. Blinking himself out of the meditation, he saw that everyone had paused and was looking at him, just as bewildered as he felt. Obi-Wan never went to the halls of his own accord unless something was serious.

Quickly recovering, he asked where Essa was, knowing the woman was supposed to be on rotation. Ah, so that was why the Force was calling out to him.

The ginger was relieved upon seeing Essa relatively healthy. He had to admit he was concerned when walking to her chambers. Essa had always been the one to take care of him; it was far and few between when she took a day to rest. Had he ever actually seen her sick, now that he thought about it?

His posture perked up, and a warm smile came to his face as she let him in. While it was rare for him to see her, and they had been friends for years, he wanted to return the favor for once and help her. It seemed Essa was always helping others and not looking out for herself.

Obi-Wan would be honored if the healer would let him help her.

Quietly, he took the cushion on the wall and placed it next to hers at a comfortable distance. Already, he could feel the unrest and unease around her, one that most likely matched his own. Yes, they could both use some dual meditation. Something that he sorely lacked since Qui-Gon's passing. Meditating with Anakin was fine when he could get the other to actually sit still.

As the silence settled between the two, he took a deep breath and sank himself into the warmth of the temple and those around him. He felt the light of the younglings in the creche, the different threads of emotion slowly releasing into the Force as those training did so; he felt all the horrors of war and death floating away as Jedi around the temple meditated together, attempting to achieve a balance as one. The feeling was freeing, and as he felt it, the man attempted to wind the warmth and light around his arms like a curtain of fabric before drawing it over their meditation area, encompassing them in a warm bubble of that light.

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As Obi-Wan went to set up his own cushion, she reached forward and struck a new match, holding the flame up against the stick of incense. Essa shook out her match and gently fanned the stick with her hand, sending the smoke swirling around the two of them.

Absently, she wondered if Obi-Wan was alright with her choice of incense variety; she had been introduced to the scent by Master Val, who had burned it during each of their dual meditation sessions throughout her Padawanship. The blend of cedarwood and patchouli had become a key part of her own sessions in the years following his death.

Essa pushed the thought away, breathing deeply and joining her friend in the meditation. The presences of the Jedi within the temple gleamed like colourful, cut glass beads woven into the intricate tapestry of the universe that the Force appeared to her as; the bead across from her sparkled with brilliant blue light as Obi-Wan brought waves of light and warmth to them.

She couldn’t help but smile as she felt some of the exhaustion lift from her bones.

Essa reached deeper into the Force, releasing some of the tension that she had unknowingly been storing in her shoulders. She leaned into the connection between herself and Obi-Wan, sending the other Master feelings of hope, rejuvenation, clarity. For once, she wasn’t taking on and pain or exhaustion, drawing on her own strength and light in the Force to share with others.

The Circle of Healers did group meditations often, but the joys of duel meditation with a close friend or a Padawan stayed far above what the meditations from the Circle meetings.

[griefdestined]

His head was buzzing with panic wondering where his Padawan is. If Obi-Wan felt this horrible, then what were they doing to Anakin? He couldn't help the alarm that seeped through the shredded shields that barely held up after a month of torture.

Then there's a balm over his mind and the ache in his body lessens. The room comes to clarity and the man can feel his limbs once more.

"Oh-" he stopped struggling and looked around. Still in a state of slight confusion he reached out in the Force and winched when he felt a sharp pain in the back of his head, right where his migraines usually started. After a moment, clarity of mind washed over him, and he remembered that he had been alone in his captivity. They had only convinced him Anakin was there.

Obi-Wan moved his legs in an attempt to take on more of his own weight. He would do whatever he could to help them carry him already feeling slightly embarrassed at his state of mind and the way his body had refused to respond. It was a shame he could not help any further.

Sighing heavily, he tried to will the aches and pains away from his body without the use of the Force. "Yes, much better thank you." he mumbled glancing over at the clone by his side. "Trapper, I'm sorry," a light dusting of pink, what little his body could produce, colored his already pale cheeks.

How embarrassing.

As expected, Trapper assured him that there was nothing to worry about, and Obi-Wan nodded jerkily and winced again. He really needed to stop moving. "Was," he coughs and swallows against his dry throat before trying again with a sardonic look, "Was I declared dead this time?"

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She let out a dry laugh at his question.

"Very nearly. I heard rumours that the Council was discussing who to replace you with." Her tone was teasing as she attempted to lighten the mood, at least a little bit. Humour had never been her strong suit, a point proven when Trapper let out an awkward cough.

Essa could tell that Obi-Wan was still in pain but there was little more she could do at the moment. She wanted to take as much of the exhaustion and pain as possible, but she knew that she needed to be conservative with her help, at least until they made it back to the ship.

She leaned close, speaking softly so really only the two of them could hear, "We're nearly to there. I can take more when we arrive, but for now are you alright? Please be honest with me, Obi-Wan."

A blaster bolt rocketed down the hall towards them, dying out as it hit the wall.

"Generals, we've got trouble incoming-" One of the clones called towards them.

Essa bit back a comment about how she wasn't a general, knowing now wasn't the time, and drew her lightsaber, its blade casting an ambient green glow through the dim halls.

Obi-Wan's lightsaber was attached to her belt - they had recovered it on their way in to find him - and she glanced at him as if to ask if he was fit enough to fight or if she should defend for them both.

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@forcenexus asked 'i had it handled!'

"Yes, because a giant explosion is a clear sign of having things under control." Essa responded quickly, ducking around the corner to shield herself from the blast.

She had been told that it would be a simple relief mission to provide medical aid and supplies to a planet that had recently joined the Republic after being under Separatist control.

So far, it was turning out to be anything but simple. The Separatists had come back for the planet, trying to regain control while the population was weak and Republic occupation was still low.

Essa tried to stay as uninvolved in the war as she could, and while frustrated by some of his choices, she could appreciate that Anakin Skywalker had far more experience on the battlefield than she did.

It was why the Master had deferred her command to him, allowing him to take the lead. It was also why they were now running away from an explosion and the licking flames that accompanied it.

[healerrs]

essa barsta and kerra osse are cloth mother and wire mother. do you understand

[healerrs]

teehee @catechizers

[griefdestined]

* it’s truly a wonder that you’re still alive. || @healerrs

A sheepish expression spread over Obi-Wan's face as Essa stared down at him with an unamused expression. It was common knowledge that Obi-Wan hated the Halls of Healing, mostly due to how much time he had spent there as a youngling and Padawan. Which meant he often did not go to the Halls of Healing when he was injured and did everything he could to leave.

Which was a considerable amount.

The public image of Obi-Wan Kenobi was that of a revered, calm, and wise Jedi Master. Anyone who actually knew him knew he only looked calm and wise because he stood next to Anakin Skywalker. By himself, Obi-Wan Kenobi was a trouble magnet the size of Coruscant's moon. Whether through bad luck - of which he didn't believe - or his own curiosities.

He often exasperated the healers in the halls with his antics, though mostly out of concern. The less prodding, poking, and fussing over him, the better. That didn't mean he didn't feel bad for being such a bother, and with their history, he knew it was a place of concern and slight bewilderment for Essa at how he managed to beat the odds again.

"The Force is not done with me, yet," he attempted a joke as she looked over his charts. Sometimes Obi-Wan wondered if she was actually on duty, or if she could just feel in the Force when he was getting antsy and about to slip out.

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"No, it certainly isn't." Essa replied, glancing up at him from his charts. Her expression was disapproving, though the quirk of her lips and sparkle in her eye told a different story. It was subtle and easy to miss, but they had known each other long enough that she was sure he would pick up on it.

She set the datapad down, moving over to his bedside to check his vitals. Essa reached for his wrist to check his pulse, muttering an apology at the flinch her cool fingers had caused against his skin. She pulled away after a moment, making note of her reading.

"So what was it this time, Master Kenobi? A close call with the Count? A botched landing? A daring escape?" She teased as she started tending to his wounds, reaching out with the Force and willing the skin to knit itself back together.

It was a strange position to be a healer during a war, mainly bound to the Halls of Healing while so many members of her order were spread amongst the stars, acting as Generals and Commanders on the battlefield. Essa Barsta was not a soldier and had no desire to be one -- something she had made abundantly clear to the Council at the beginning of the war -- but she did regret the fact that one of the only times she got to see many of her friends, now Generals and Commanders, was when they were in pain and needed treatment from the Temple healers.

Perhaps it was a little bit of a selfish choice, a small lapse in the Order's teachings, but Essa slowed down her treatment of the other Master to give them a little bit longer to chat and catch up, knowing very well that Obi-Wan would be rushing to leave as soon as he could.

[healerrs]

fantastic to know that we all feel the same way about scary evil women.

[healerrs]

cooking up another oc.... a scary woman who works for the interrogation branch of the isb. she's so scary, so hot.

[stubborn-amphibian]

A soft ‘crack’ made Ki wince. Then she inhaled. Her ribs filled with air, unrestricted by the sharp pain that was there moments ago. Tenderly, she poked her back and only felt a numb ache. 

“Wow,” she muttered. “Thank you, Master Barsta.”

Ronin watched silently. The abilities of the Jedi were extraordinary. Their supernatural powers were straight out of myth, and he watched with a clenched jaw as he was reminded of their power. A slight uneasiness prickled the back of his throat.

He coughed and pushed himself to his feet, offering a hand to Ki. Ki took it, gloves still wet from the underwater excursion. “What about the other men?” Ki asked.

“Junior and Drifter are accounted for,” Ronin replied. “No word from Barker and Copper.”

Ki nodded gravely and turned to Essa. “How are you holding up, Master? We may need your help with search and rescue.”

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"I'm happy to help." She said, offering a small smile.

As the others stood, Essa remained kneeling for a moment longer. She reached out once again with the Force, searching for the presence of the clones; yes, there they were. They were alive, which was a good sign, through she couldn't get a proper sense of if they were injured or not.

She ran her hands down the front of her skirt once, grounding herself with the rough texture of the fabric, then stool.

"I believe they're alive, but we should work as quickly -- and as safely -- as we can. I appreciate your concern, Padawan Ki, but I am quite alright. How shall I help?" The older Jedi asked, her full attention on Ki and Ronin. She was not the most familiar with underwater operations and had decided that the best option was to defer to those who knew more.

[vizslajetii]

"Anywhere that is not in front of us. That's where I'm sensing the most life." Is his answer, practical, and the sensing and the seeking and the focus on the birds mean that when he notices the incoming blaster bolt, he doesn't have time to push Essa away. Nor to get in the middle, which is a shame, because beskar deals with blasters as well as it deals with lightsabers.

"We do." He says, and his tone is steady. Reassuring, almost, as he sinks into the Force: he has always been good at this, at battle.

"I'll take care of this." He promises her, unholstering one of his blasters, already between the threat and her. "Focus on the rescue." He offers her.

He doesn't have a lightsaber to deflect bolts with, but he has his own blaster... and after a moment, even as he puts himself between another blast and her, and it fades harmlessly, he considers he has some furious birds to manage too. Which might yet be an asset.

"Do you think," he muses, focused on the battle, "our company might like to meet our winged friends?"

Because he's already reaching out, and as always, when in battle, the Force answers him the easiest.

[healerrs]

She offered no verbal response to where they should move the rubble to, but began to move it to the side, clearing a path forward.

"Yes, I think that sounds like a wonderful idea."

As Essa worked an image flashed into her mind: a child was crouched beneath a large piece of rubble, hugging a stuffed toy to their chest and attempting to use it to muffle the sobs that racked their body. They called out for their mother who lay nearby, but offered no response. She was bleeding from a large gash on her forehead, but was still breathing lightly.

She blinked back to the moment.

"There is a child and their mother trapped underneath. The mother is injured, but I can handle that. I am worried that the chamber they are in might collapse if I disturb this debris too much."

[griefdestined]

plotted starter || @healerrs

Obi-Wan was foolish to think that everything would go back to how it was before he left the Order. It was only three months away, but apparently three months was a lot for a "growing boy," or so they had told him one day. It was hard. Qui-Gon no longer wanted him as a Padawan; the Order was still deciding if they even wanted him anymore.

And every day, Elders were poking and prodding.

The temple did offer some comfort, but the anxieties of his future, the fear the last months have carved into his heart and mind, were stronger than he had thought. After Melidaan was settled, Obi-Wan got on Qui-Gon's ship and practically collapsed on the spot.

He woke a few days later, connected to wires and tubes, and terrified. His fight-or-flight kicked in, and the boy was on the run. Obi-Wan collapsed again that time. The second time, he was doing alright on the bed when something happened, and everything went black. The boy woke up the next day strapped down, which was worse.

The healers seem to be at a loss for how to help him without an induced coma. His aversion to adults, the fight or flight being triggered constantly, the flashbacks, and the fact that he kept pulling out the feeding tubes, giving him the nutrients he so desperately needed, meant Obi-Wan was a danger to himself more than anything.

Obi-Wan huddled in a small vent in the temple. His bones and muscles ached, but the worst was his chest and throat from ripping the feeding tube out of his mouth. Lanky limbs trembled as he ran a shaky hand through his hair, trying to gather himself. Tears ran down his cheeks as he tried to catch his breath. Hopefully, the Elders wouldn't find him in here.

[healerrs]

Essa had been given her first one-on-one, special circumstance patient since being invited to join the Circle of Jedi Healers. What was initially a moment of pride and excitement was quickly disrupted by an offhand comment from one of the other Knights, sarcastically wishing her good luck and muttering something about how difficult the Padawan had been the past few days.

Reading through his file had left her with just as many questions as it had provided answers. The thing that had stood out most though was the label at the top, printed in bold letters: FLIGHT RISK.

Yes, she could understand why the others may have been wary of this case, but she also felt that the ways that the Masters had been approaching him had been a little bit too clinical, focused on the physical things wrong, instead of focusing on helping his nervous system relax and remember that it was safe.

Essa turned the corner into the room assigned to Obi-Wan, only to find the bed empty, the only sign that he had been there a mess of wires and the feeding tube hanging limply off the edge of the bed, still wet with mucus and spots of blood from when it had been so hastily removed.

It didn't take long for her to find him, using the way that his pain and fear radiated out through the Force as a guide, aided by the sound of the soft sobs coming from the vents.

She gently removed the cover and peeked into the vent, her expression more curious than anything. She wanted to seem as non-threatening as possible, something that was already aided by the fact that she was much younger than many of the other Jedi who worked in the Halls.

"Oh, hello Obi-Wan. I was wondering where you'd gone off to." Essa said softly. She set a small bottle of fruit juice on the edge of the vent, peering in one more time to say, "I thought you might be a bit thirsty so I brought you something to drink."

The Knight had added a small dose of their flavourless nutrient mix to it before she had come to find him. The powder had dissolved into the juice almost perfectly, save for a few bits that blended in with the bits of fruit pulp floating within. It was a very small dose, and it certainly wasn't enough to sustain him, but it was a start.

Then she did something unexpected, choosing to turn her back on him and sit down on the floor outside of the vent. She didn't want to force him to do anything, as that had clearly caused some of the problems they had seen before, and was happy to sit and wait for him to come out on his own terms.

Often the best way to help someone regulate was to stay regulated yourself. Essa promised herself that she would do whatever she could to do just that.