Sic transit gloria mundi
[member="Mirien Valdier"]
How conscious Siobhan was through all this was an open question. But she felt new strength fill her as the abbess' life force was pushed into her body. This was a logical application of power because the Force was a duality. It was possible to heal via the Dark Side. It was just more difficult, riskier and more ghastly since it required sacrifice. Fortunately, in this case they had an unwilling donor who probably deserved it anyway.
Above all, she felt Mirien was here with her. Siobhan was not capable of talking in a coherent manner, for she was too pumped full with drugs and frankly too weak, but she could respond to her in her mind. The thoughts coursing through her mind might not be the most coherent, but Mirien would probably be able to hear them. I'm...here. Goddess, I turned out to be such a damsel in distress. If it's any consolation, you're a pretty one.
Gallant knight saves the pretty princess. So brave, so beautiful. I...love you. Leave it to Siobhan to launch an all-out onslaught of lovey-dovey corniness. At this stage the Eldorai healer stepped into the room.
She looked a bit aghast when Mirien spoke about feeding the abbess' life force to her, but quickly recovered her composure. It was a darker application of Sciia than elves were used to, but they didn't divide the Force into a manichean duality the way the Jedi did. What mattered was how you used it, not which 'power'. Besides, they were fond of poetic justice.
"She deserved it. I'll do everything I can to save the Lady. You should sit down. This'll take time," she said in a hopefully soothing tone. One that hopefully covered up the fact that she was feeling quite nervous. Quickly she approached Siobhan and went to work. She would be drawing upon a combination of her Sciia, traditional healing and modern medicine, for unlike Eileithya this healer was more progressive. Her Sciia would give the Countess the strength she needed to hold on to life. Likewise the near-fatal bullet would have to be removed. Meanwhile, a guard removed the abbess' corpse. By the time she dragged her out, the traitorous priestess had been reduced to a husk, an empty shell.
How conscious Siobhan was through all this was an open question. But she felt new strength fill her as the abbess' life force was pushed into her body. This was a logical application of power because the Force was a duality. It was possible to heal via the Dark Side. It was just more difficult, riskier and more ghastly since it required sacrifice. Fortunately, in this case they had an unwilling donor who probably deserved it anyway.
Above all, she felt Mirien was here with her. Siobhan was not capable of talking in a coherent manner, for she was too pumped full with drugs and frankly too weak, but she could respond to her in her mind. The thoughts coursing through her mind might not be the most coherent, but Mirien would probably be able to hear them. I'm...here. Goddess, I turned out to be such a damsel in distress. If it's any consolation, you're a pretty one.
Gallant knight saves the pretty princess. So brave, so beautiful. I...love you. Leave it to Siobhan to launch an all-out onslaught of lovey-dovey corniness. At this stage the Eldorai healer stepped into the room.
She looked a bit aghast when Mirien spoke about feeding the abbess' life force to her, but quickly recovered her composure. It was a darker application of Sciia than elves were used to, but they didn't divide the Force into a manichean duality the way the Jedi did. What mattered was how you used it, not which 'power'. Besides, they were fond of poetic justice.
"She deserved it. I'll do everything I can to save the Lady. You should sit down. This'll take time," she said in a hopefully soothing tone. One that hopefully covered up the fact that she was feeling quite nervous. Quickly she approached Siobhan and went to work. She would be drawing upon a combination of her Sciia, traditional healing and modern medicine, for unlike Eileithya this healer was more progressive. Her Sciia would give the Countess the strength she needed to hold on to life. Likewise the near-fatal bullet would have to be removed. Meanwhile, a guard removed the abbess' corpse. By the time she dragged her out, the traitorous priestess had been reduced to a husk, an empty shell.