Avalore Eden
If there be light...
[member="Branimir"] [member="Cadmus Fontaine"] [member="Corvus Raaf"] [member="Uri Aureleos"] [member="Oukaze Ryuu"] [member="Krafurk Maris"] [member="Kana Truden"] [member="Adele Adonai"]
Commenor
Chasin City Hospital
It had been two weeks since Avalore left this place immediately following the fall of Manaan into the hands of the One Sith. In an effort to save lives, Commenor offered its fleet resources to remove as many people from Manaan as possible, and in that effort had taken in thousands of evacuated refugees. Hundreds of which had suffered injuries and wounds.
Avalore had never seen so much blood in her life, and she'd likely seen enough to last her two lifetimes. She recalled this with terrible clarity as the Republic transport filled with hopeful Jedi Padawans and two hopeful Jedi Masters wanting to learn how to help, how to heal, slowly settled down on the landing pad outside of Chasin Hospital.
The local agencies were expecting them, had pleaded for the Order to send more aid. This little ragtag group was all she'd managed to muster, but Avalore now had a renewed sense of faith all thanks to [member="Hal Terrano"]. With any luck, there would be a decent number of patients needing minor Healing that she could use to teach on - this was the ideal situation in her mind, though what reality would give them was anyone's guess. Even one so inept at feeling things along the Force as she could tell that the cloud of pain, fear, and despair was still quite thick and grey around this place.
Avalore took a slow, calming breath as she turned to the others on the transport, "We've arrived," she began, swallowing sharply and clearing her throat, "you've all been meditating during the journey here, cleansing yourself of fear, doubt and uncertainty. Remember that these three things will be your largest challenge when facing those who need your help. Is everyone ready? Does anyone have any questions before we set in? I'll be taking you to a conference hall before we begin any formal training."
Commenor
Chasin City Hospital
It had been two weeks since Avalore left this place immediately following the fall of Manaan into the hands of the One Sith. In an effort to save lives, Commenor offered its fleet resources to remove as many people from Manaan as possible, and in that effort had taken in thousands of evacuated refugees. Hundreds of which had suffered injuries and wounds.
Avalore had never seen so much blood in her life, and she'd likely seen enough to last her two lifetimes. She recalled this with terrible clarity as the Republic transport filled with hopeful Jedi Padawans and two hopeful Jedi Masters wanting to learn how to help, how to heal, slowly settled down on the landing pad outside of Chasin Hospital.
The local agencies were expecting them, had pleaded for the Order to send more aid. This little ragtag group was all she'd managed to muster, but Avalore now had a renewed sense of faith all thanks to [member="Hal Terrano"]. With any luck, there would be a decent number of patients needing minor Healing that she could use to teach on - this was the ideal situation in her mind, though what reality would give them was anyone's guess. Even one so inept at feeling things along the Force as she could tell that the cloud of pain, fear, and despair was still quite thick and grey around this place.
Avalore took a slow, calming breath as she turned to the others on the transport, "We've arrived," she began, swallowing sharply and clearing her throat, "you've all been meditating during the journey here, cleansing yourself of fear, doubt and uncertainty. Remember that these three things will be your largest challenge when facing those who need your help. Is everyone ready? Does anyone have any questions before we set in? I'll be taking you to a conference hall before we begin any formal training."