#healerrs

[griefdestined]

"Stay with me." || @healerrs

Obi-Wan had almost lost hope as his captivity turned to days, turned to weeks, turned into a month. His body screamed with every movement he made, electricity shot pain down each appendage as they trembled from the physical demands his captors put him through. And yet, he didn't lose hope. Even while beaten down, bruised and bloodied, Obi-Wan Kenobi remained a light in the Force.

Explosions outside jolted him awake, bleary and exhausted. The Jedi Master had been sustaining himself in the Force so long his body simply felt numb, as if sensation was simply slipping from his very being. The door to his cell burst open and a flurry of robes rushed in followed by the familiar clanking of plastoid armor.

Lazy eyes fluttered as he glanced up at the person suddenly hovering over him. A Healer? Her face barely came into focus but it was enough. Oh, it's Master Barsta. He's being rude, he needs to get up.

His eyes closed.

'Stay with me.'

Obi-Wan's eyes blinked back open. "S'ry," he slurred as he tried again.

What was he doing? Oh yes, he has to get up.

Sharp pain stabbed the base of his skull as the Jedi attempted to use the Force just to help his muscles a little. It responded, but he would pay for it later. Trembling arms pushed himself up then collapsed underneath him.

[degobahsage]

sleep came reluctantly these days, arriving not as a kindness but as a tide dragging old ghosts to shore. ever since the force had cried out in agony, ever since the light had been broken, ever since the night the republic died, rest had become a stranger. memories lingered where dreams ought to have been, half buried beneath the weight of years yet never truly gone.

darkness unfolded into something vast. stars bloomed where no heavens should have existed, scattered like fragments of shattered kyber across an endless sea of midnight. silver mist drifted between distant constellations, curling & twisting as though guided by invisible hands. from within that luminous veil emerged a figure, small in stature yet impossibly vast within the force. robes stirred in a wind untouched by any world. emerald light gathered softly about weathered features. neither wholly present nor entirely absent, he appeared less like the jedi master he once was & more like a memory the force itself refused to surrender to time.

ancient eyes settled upon her, carrying all the sorrow of a thousand fallen stars & all the warmth of a lantern left burning against the dark. silence lingered between them, gentle rather than empty, until at last the old master spoke ❝ far from home, you are. adrift between what was & what must be, many survivors find themselves ❞ his voice echoed not through the air but through the force itself, settling amongst the stars like ripples upon still water. the faintest smile touched weathered verdant lips ❝ forgotten, you are not. speak, child. listening, i am ❞ starter for: @healerrs

[gloryseized]

don't  try  to  hide  it. (To echo from @healerrs )

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He'd almost knocked himself in the face with his scomp arm as he went to smother a cough, frantically switching to his left arm to better cough into his elbow. And the wet sound still rattled around his chest, puffing his cheeks out with a faint pink hue as first he tried to keep the sound subtle, only for the healer's urging to force it out of his mouth all the more strongly.

Echo didn't know how long he'd been harboring the cough. He thought it might have even been there on Skako Minor, but frankly too much had been going on during those rush of days for him to be sure. All he knew now was that the cough was troublesome enough that Hunter had ordered him to get it examined.

That and he was due for a standard check over to make sure he was generally still in fighting order.

But nothing in his life was easy anymore, what with the tangle of machine and flesh that now made him his body, which meant that instead of being handled by the regular clone medics, he'd been sent to the care of the Jedi in the Hall of Healers.

Head faintly spinning, the coughing erupting from his chest finally settled, scomp arm meekly dropping to the side to try to stabilize him as he rubbed his left hand over his face. Stars, did he have a cold? He didn't think clones could get colds. " 'M fine," he wheezed unnecessarily after a beat.

[vizslajetii]

@healerrs asked:🗡 Send 🗡 to hold a blade to my muse's throat for their reaction! Alternatively, send 'reverse + 🗡' for my muse (receiver) to hold a blade to your muse's throat

It is the usual Mandalorian reaction to flinch from a lightsaber, because to be so close to a Jetii is to have already failed at the approach, at keeping the distance needed from being known to be fast and to manipulate nature as well. And beyond that, the plasma blades are indeed disquieting.

Tarre, who has grown up wielding one such blade, is far more tolerant of having one too close than most Mandalorians would be, even when the gap between the armor and his neck has been noticed.

That he has both a hidden knife within reach and the Force itself prepared to react the moment her intentions change does not make it any easier. But he's used to difficult situations, enough so that he projects his best serenity between them.

"Jedi." He speaks, and keeps his tone even, because he knows evenness is never expected. "I mean you no harm." He promises. "This is far from necessary."

[vizslajetii]

@healerrs asked: The birds are circling. That's never a good sign.

It is not. It has never been, and with the way the Force whispers urgence, its eversinging song having turned urgent, Tarre knows they cannot rush but neither can they afford to waste time.

It is not often that he meets a Jedi. He doesn't even know if she knows he has recognized him, and he hasn't told her: these are dangerous times for those like them, even if nobody would think of considering Tarre a Jedi, not with his armor. Then again, this close, the recognition is unavoidable. And he won't deny it gives him some hope to find some survivors.

"If we can see them, I'm certain others can." He says, starting to pick up the pace towards the area they are circling. It's still not urgent enough to run, he feels. For now. "I will go and check." He adds.

He doesn't turn around to see whether he's followed: he knows Jedi, and maybe this one is cautious but he doubts many would leave someone in danger alone. Then again, perhaps Tarre going there might be enough, and she might think so.

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Kun remained stationary. Silent. Almost unreadable as he took a deep collective breath and then..slowly exhaled. He slowly looked over the ancient text. Despite how he was dressed. Dressed like a ancient Jedi knight he was far from a good man. This man was dangerous despite how calm he looked.

"You're lost.." He said calmly as he ran his hand against the texts that lined the wall. Engraved deep within the smooth stone that spelled a specific history." Confused. Not surprising. Most are when you walk across the ruins of a sith temple.." he tilted his head. Looking towards her as his grey eyes scan her form as if he knew her.

"Four thousand years of nothing but time on your hands.." He smiles. A calm almost welcoming smile. As if an old friend had come to visit him. But he didn't know her. No. She was just as much a stranger to him as he was to her. The brand on his forehead shined slightly from the light. But there was something he lacked that most jedi weild.

His lightsaber was gone. Nowhere to be seen. He could be mistaken for a scavenger stealing from the remains of the planet and temple. However there was one thing that ruined that theory. Rocks floated around him like gravity had given up.

"May I finally be free from my prison?"

[moonoflego]

i'm just doing my job. [ from @healerrs to anakin ]

"I HATE YOU, BUT I JUST DID SOMETHING TO HELP YOU AND NOW I NEED TO EXPLAIN MYSELF" PROMPTS / always open !

It's not like Anakin wasn't used to getting hurt -- After all, he had a missing arm which had been quite the excruciating pain to say the least. So much so that he lost consciousness. Guess he was lucky, still being alive and all that. It didn't mean that he couldn't feel pain though, he didn't quite enjoy the burning feeling on his arm after being shot by a blaster. Luckily for him, these droids lacked some good aim or else it could have been much worse.

He was fine with just putting a bandage on it and call it a day, but apparently someone had something to say about his methods. For some reasons. Sighing, he didn't have much choice but to sit still and let it happen. No matter how badly he hated being nursed on anything of the sort. ❛ Make it quicker, then. I have to go back out there. ❜ Not what he had been told. He was well aware he should rest. He couldn't though, not when his men were still there, fighting. He couldn't abandon them.

[kyberled]

@healerrs

There was no such thing as a victimless war. He knows that. He’s been on the front lines far too many times to pretend otherwise. That’s why they need healers. And those healers needed to be at their best. Obi-Wan could teach him many things, but there were some areas he admitted were outside his scope of expertise. So it was that Braig was on his way to the medbay for some extra instruction. 

He arrived a few minutes early. Always best to be punctual, and he was excited. So much to learn, so little time! Even now, the medbay was a hub of activity. It always had been, but even more so since the start of the war. Beds once open to the public were now filled with Jedi and troopers alike, receiving treatment for various wounds obtained on the field of battle. He frowns to himself and weaves through the hustle, doing what he can to stay out of the way. No need to cause a problem while he’s looking for- Ah! There. That must be her. 

“Master Barista?” He asks. He stops at her side, hands folded neatly behind his back. First impressions are the most important, after all. “My name’s Braig. I was told to meet you here?” And with a smile,

“Thanks for agreeing to teach me - I really appreciate it.”