Post by Darth Niamh on Jan 17, 2016 2:35:45 GMT
Closing her eyes, Niamh opened herself up to the currents of The Force, immersing herself in them. Slowly, the world around her began to fade from Niamh's consciousness. She could feel the beings on New Bethrezen, the marching of squads on parade ground exercises, the laughter of friends in the clubs that dotted the area, and the roaring of beasts in the few wild areas of the space station. Her breathing slowed, followed by her pulse, synchronizing with the heartbeat of the man she only dimly remembered was in front of her. Her mind withdrew further from the material plane, until she walked among the stars. Unbidden, a tune from long ago echoed through her mind, and unthinkingly, she hummed along.
Despite her inexperience with Force Healing, Niamh was calm, and motivated by a gentle sort of compassion. Without the distraction of stress or passionate emotion, there were no disruptions to unbalance the healing process, and her raw Force potential was second in the Brotherhood only to Darth Exolus himself. As Niamh sank into the force, her body became a channel, healing energies flowing through it, from her center through her arms, and into Kairlin's hands. While for those of flesh and blood, The Force was immaterial, for those of The Force, flesh and blood was meaningless. Gradually, the cells in Karlin's maimed hands began to take notice, responding to the call of The Force and rapidly dividing with the new energy flowing to them. DNA that would have otherwise been damaged during replication was left intact, each of the new cells as young as those it spawned from, producing new, unmarred flesh. Blood clotted, bone mended, and flesh knitted, all beyond what an ordinary being would perceive as natural limits.
In seconds, The Force mended what flesh might have taken weeks to right otherwise.
Despite her inexperience with Force Healing, Niamh was calm, and motivated by a gentle sort of compassion. Without the distraction of stress or passionate emotion, there were no disruptions to unbalance the healing process, and her raw Force potential was second in the Brotherhood only to Darth Exolus himself. As Niamh sank into the force, her body became a channel, healing energies flowing through it, from her center through her arms, and into Kairlin's hands. While for those of flesh and blood, The Force was immaterial, for those of The Force, flesh and blood was meaningless. Gradually, the cells in Karlin's maimed hands began to take notice, responding to the call of The Force and rapidly dividing with the new energy flowing to them. DNA that would have otherwise been damaged during replication was left intact, each of the new cells as young as those it spawned from, producing new, unmarred flesh. Blood clotted, bone mended, and flesh knitted, all beyond what an ordinary being would perceive as natural limits.
In seconds, The Force mended what flesh might have taken weeks to right otherwise.