Lumi Snow
love, hope, and peace conquer all
The Techno Union's flagrant rule of Naboo showed such little care for the people it made Lumi sick. Their hospitals were sub par, their treatments had gone down hill, and the doctors had reached a point of apathy towards the poor and the weak. It hurt Lumi in ways few could understand that a frail telepath could hurt. She could hear the screams of desperation, the cries for relief, the sobs of the hungry. It wasn't auditory only. She wished it was, then she could have plugged her ears and blocked it all out.
No the woman could hear it in her mind.
She couldn't see the crying children to know they were starving and malnourished or the patients to know they were beginning to develop gangrene. She could feel it, hear it, on a deeper level. Lumi had spent the last 26 hours on her feet at the hospital, working herself numb. The endless barrage of need was something she couldn't turn away from. No, instead she worked to fix it, to heal what she could. A half a wing of the hospital had been cleared out of patience because of her. At last the staff had forced her to leave and get her rest. She had done enough, they said. Despite her protests, she was shown the door.
Now her aching and atrophied muscles were carrying her along to the Chrome Ark, her home away from Zenva. But she desperately needed some food first, so the half-Mirlaku grabbed a hand cart with her limited force-sight and began strolling down the isles, feeling her way towards what she needed. She wasn't going to grab much, not that she ate that much anyway, but some would still be needed to keep her body moving.
[member="Elion Menaio"]
No the woman could hear it in her mind.
She couldn't see the crying children to know they were starving and malnourished or the patients to know they were beginning to develop gangrene. She could feel it, hear it, on a deeper level. Lumi had spent the last 26 hours on her feet at the hospital, working herself numb. The endless barrage of need was something she couldn't turn away from. No, instead she worked to fix it, to heal what she could. A half a wing of the hospital had been cleared out of patience because of her. At last the staff had forced her to leave and get her rest. She had done enough, they said. Despite her protests, she was shown the door.
Now her aching and atrophied muscles were carrying her along to the Chrome Ark, her home away from Zenva. But she desperately needed some food first, so the half-Mirlaku grabbed a hand cart with her limited force-sight and began strolling down the isles, feeling her way towards what she needed. She wasn't going to grab much, not that she ate that much anyway, but some would still be needed to keep her body moving.
[member="Elion Menaio"]