Blind Seer
LINGERING SCARS
Lazerian IV
Lazerian IV
Outfit: Field Attire | Sigil Bead Earring
Weapons: Walking stick / Lightsaber Pike | Legion Long Range Precision Rifle Mark I
The war on Lazerian IV had been a battle for liberation, justice, and survival. The Galactic Alliance, alongside the Valoren Prince and the remnants of the royal forces, had waged a relentless campaign to reclaim the planet from the iron grip of the Obsidian Syndicate. The Syndicate’s exploitation of the Empeth Crystals and the enslavement of Lazerians had left scars on the planet, both physical and spiritual. Yet, the war had ended in triumph, the Syndicate’s forces scattered, and the surviving Lazerians began the arduous task of rebuilding their lives.
The refugee camp now bustled with activity. Tents stretched across the foothills, their patched fabric fluttering in the cool, temperate breeze. Makeshift shelters were crowded together, forming a labyrinth of narrow pathways trampled into the dirt by weary feet. Smoke from cooking fires curled into the sky, mingling with the earthy scents of damp grass and the medicinal tang of antiseptics. Children’s laughter and the low hum of conversation contrasted with the somber undertones of grief and exhaustion that hung over the camp like a shadow.
Inside one of the larger medical tents, the Miraluka Jedi Knight Aadihr Lidos stood at the center of a semicircle of listeners, among them
Azurine Varek
,
Aris Noble
,
Corazona von Ascania
and her Padawan,
Roman Vossari
. The tent was dimly lit, with shafts of sunlight filtering through the seams in the fabric, casting soft patterns across the ground. The air carried a faint medicinal smell, mingled with the scent of the tea brewing in a corner for the exhausted healers who had just completed their shift.Aadihr’s presence radiated calm, his voice steady as he began the lesson. His sightless gaze, masked by a synthweave band of fabric gifted to him by Azurine, seemed to take in more than eyes ever could.
Before him, a Lazarian refugee lay on a cot, their arm wrapped in a rudimentary splint. Aadihr viewed the injury through the cloth and flesh, analyzing the fracture and lacerations. As a beginning demonstration l of Force Healing, his hands moving with practiced precision as he focused on the injury. A soft glow emanated from his fingertips, giving life force from within himself to mend torn tissue; knitting the bone and muscle like a loose stitching and soothing the Lazarian’s pain.
"Healing from the Force is not without cost. While the dark side lures the selfish to drain life energy from others to mend wounds - one of the darkest acts of greed within the force - Force Healing is a mirror of it. It is the selfless transfer of one's own life energy to heal another." Aadihr continued to demonstrate the healing on the leg, but made each 'stitch' of healing further and further apart for the others to see more clearly.
"Naturally, this is an exhausting process, and unless recovery time is a significant factor, the finesse of conserving your life energy to heal enough for the patient's own body to take over is encouraged, particularly when assisting in large-scale healing efforts."
After removing the improvised splint from the Lazerian's leg, Aadihr traced the line of the laceration and wrapped the wound with a more comfortable and lighter bracing splint.
"While we have come to rely on Bacta as well, most wounds can be healed with time, more abundant materials, and the knowledge of 'mundane' healing. Such knowledge is not only critical when without Bacta or too exhausted to heal from the force, but can also minimize the necessary amount of both to treat more patients efficiently."
After the initial demonstration, the patient was given a crutch to lean upon and was able to walk free as more patients were brought in on hover-gurneys. Aadihr approached the others to observe, guide, and assist the other Jedi while experienced field medics treated other patients in the tent.
