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Post by Emperor Spellca on Jun 11, 2011 1:52:46 GMT -5
As the EF76 Nebulon-B escort frigate christened Utril exited hyperspace over Korriban, Spellca arrived shortly after it arrived. He moved into the section of the ship where his Sith, Neah Walker, was being treated for the stomach wound.
The medical droids worked to sustain the man after he drifted into unconsciousness. He received a datapad from a protocol droid overseeing the patient. "Master Spellca, the wound pierced his stomach and cauterized the organ shut. Proper gastrointestinal function is impossible without extensive surgery and some of the medical officers believe that a possible operation would result in death."
"Tell your officers that their medical experience is nothing compared to the power of the Force." The Sith nodded.
"Master Spellca, do you wish the patient to be moved for your observation?"
"Ready a stun baton from the armory and jump-start his heart to return him to consciousness. I will be leading this surgery with my knowledge of Sith alchemy..."
The droid spoke. "My master, waking the patient and then performing the operation would trigger unimaginable pain. I cannot calculate the response of the patient's nervous system"
The Sith used the datapad to draw up information in the Sith Archives regarding the gutsack of the late General Grevious. As he moved towards the operation room, he heard his Sith scream as the baton was used to wake him up.
As the Dark Lord entered, he was given a sonic scalpel by a 2-1B surgical droid. A small group of FX series medical droids surrounded the patient as well as a few human medical officers.
"Do you hear me, Neah? Are you aware of what is about to happen?"
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Post by Neah Walker on Jun 11, 2011 2:24:31 GMT -5
Neah lay in a troubled state of mind as he lay sleeping. His mind was going through various memories of his childhood and he was remembering how good he was. No he was a sith now he can not dwell on the food things of the past he must concentrate on the hate. Neahs fingers twitched as he remembered the fight he had against the jedi. Neah then suddenly let out a scream of pain as he returned to conciouness. His vision was blurred As he took in air deeply.
He could tell he was in space he could feel the vibration of the ships engines and the hum of the hyperdrive. Neah turned his head and saw his master holding up a scalpel. "Yes I hear you my Master what is thy bidding my lord." Neah moved his hand inside his pocket and pulled out the severed jedi hand. "A gift for you my master the hand of jedi master Sal-Kari-Min I give this to you." Neah placed it on his stomach and watched as his hand were suddenly bound by cuffs. Neah closed his eyes and opened them and looked around at the medical staff. "Your going to help me aren't you my lord, that is what is going to happen for I have and will ever serve you loyally my master, How long until i will be able to fight at 100 percent I want to go back to killing jedi as soon as possible."
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Post by Emperor Spellca on Jun 11, 2011 9:07:40 GMT -5
The Dark Lord took the severed arm and gave it to an officer. Embalm it, officer. I want it mounted next to my mutant Acklay head in my Korriban quarters." The man nodded and skerries off.
An astromech droid with a tray mounted on its dome rolled over to Spellca with synthskin. "Your survival isn't assured. I decided to make this an opportunity to drive you closer to the Dark Side by forcing you to take the pain of the operation."
Without warning, Spellca took the sonic scalpel and began to open up the abdominal cavity and expose the entire stomach. The droids ensured a blood transfusion and clamped off any possible sources of massive blood lose.
The plan was rather simple. Spellca and the droids would be cutting away the destroyed parts of the stomach leaving very little to make up the organ. That is when the synthskin will be layered over the remaining flesh, similar to how Grevious' gutsack was made. But after cauterizing the flesh together - Spellca would literally bond the flesh and synthetic skin with Sith alchemy making it far stronger than a mere gutsack.
The pain already must be unbearable for a normal human, Neah would have to become one with the Force mentally in order to resist the call of dying from shock. Spellca continued to work with the various tools of the medical arsenal. Slicing away the dead flesh was over, now the surgery was focusing on slicing into the stomach and re-shaping it before the new material can be inserted.
"My Master," The protocol droid buzzed, "His vital signs are fluctuating rapidly. By my calculations survival i..." The droid's head suddenly crushed inward and the chest plate dented inward - essentially killing the droid.
"Get a sentient to man the patient's vital signs. I don't want to here a machine attempt to calculate the probability of the Force."
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Post by Neah Walker on Jun 11, 2011 16:10:12 GMT -5
Neah was pleased to see the emperor take the trophy from him. Neah looked around and saw multiple droids and people come in clsoer to him and the emperor. "Ill take my chances my master i trust in the dakside and my will is strong to keep alive." Neah then let out a loud scream as the emperor began to cut into his stomach. The pain was excruciating As he flayed against the table unable to move. Neah knew he shouldn't move it would be bad for him if the emperor nicked anything vital. But the pain was almost to much. Neah Clenched his teeth as he could feel the skin around him being torn off by the scalpel and the other medical tools.
Neah felt like he was going to die any moment he could of sworn he could here his parents voice beckoning to him. then neah screamed out "NO!" suddenly the walls began to shake and crack and a few droids began to crack and soon there heads and bodys began to cave in around them. Neahs eyes changed to that of the siths the droid fell to the ground crumpled into a ball form. Neah steadied himself as he calmed his mind. He needed to be still otherwise the emperor wouldn't be able to help him. Neah huffed and panted a few times and turned his mind to meditation and become one with the force.
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Post by Emperor Spellca on Jun 11, 2011 17:17:37 GMT -5
"You are struggling with your past! You need more motivation for your cause - if you make it through this I shall dub you Darth Desaevio. You must release those emotions and make them into your power." The Dark Lord had the damaged droid's replaced in order to sustain the life of his Sith.
The stomach was sliced away and the sytheskin was being put into place by the FX series of droids. Using a laser cauterization tool, he sealed the real flesh and the sensitive stomach tissue together. Spellca could only guess what it would feel like to have your stomach burned repeatedly while you sit restrained to a table.
The Dark Lord felt a torturous aspect of this that he greatly enjoyed. He stepped back and allowed the droids to inspect his work. The Sith had a feeling that he could take advantage of this situation to force his Sith to purge the memory of his parent's from his mind. Four IT-0 hovered into the room. "Do not inject him with any chemicals to sustain life..." He ordered the droids. "Be creative and do not halt your work until I return to finish the operation with alchemy. Ignore failures in vital signs - work until he dies or I return."
The Dark Lord exited to allow the torture droids to "work" on his Sith. It was part training to make him a stronger Sith and part punishment for suffering such a wound.
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Post by Neah Walker on Jun 11, 2011 23:57:43 GMT -5
Neah felt his mind be at piece as he meditated through the harsh pain that was being inflicted upon him. He could see everything that was going on around him yet he didn't feel that much pain. Then the cauterizing began once again which prompted him out of his meditative trance. Neah roared out in pain and twisted his hands in protest then the emperor stopped the surgery. Neah panted hard for a few moments as he looked at his master. "Well that wasn't so bad."
Neah then saw the emperor tell the dorid to deny him any life sustaining medicine. He thought it was a bit unfair but he assumed it would make him stronger in the ways of the darkside. Neah smirked as he saw four torture droids enter ther room. Neah had some bad experiences with the torture droids when he was at the academy. Neah tried to free is legs but they were also shackled down tightly. Neah scowled and roared in frustration as the droid came closer to him. HE was the shocked by the four droid repeatidly and stabbed with sharp instruments for who knows how long. It felt like a thousand years of torture. Then something inside neah snapped Neah let out a roar of pure rage and suddenly pulled his hands with the shackles off the table. Neah then fired off a force lightning at the droids until all four of them fell to the ground short circuited and smoking. Neah would of left but he still had some more surgery to do so he went and layed back on the table.
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Post by Emperor Spellca on Jun 12, 2011 0:09:16 GMT -5
The Dark Lord returned when he heard the droids were destroyed. Using the Force, he bent the very rim of the table over the arms of the patient to assure that he would not move around.
"Everything you felt so far was nothing compared to the horror of Sith alchemy. It attacks the body, assaults the mind and corrupts the soul - to be used on an living organic is considered one of the worst tortures in the galaxy. I will be fusing organ and synthetic material to form a new gutsack...a replacement for your stomach. Stronger and better at fueling your energy in battle." The Dark Lord's hands began to glow with the power of Sith magic. "Feel the power of the Dark Side!"
What followed was an hour of nothing but pain and suffering. Spellca had been taught Sith alchemy by his master but he hadn't used it in years. The creation of this new organ for his Sith Lord needed to be perfect.
Spellca than walked off when he finished. "Stitch him back together...I want him armed with his lightsaber and ready for training in an hour."
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Post by Neah Walker on Jun 13, 2011 19:19:21 GMT -5
Neah waited impatiently over the table for the emperor to return. Then suddenly the tables edges pinned his arms down. "Welcome back my lord sorry about the droids i got a little carried away." Neah chuckled and closed his eyes as he listened to the emperor go on about the horror of sith alchemy. "Sounds like my last trip to nar shadda I attacked a person assaulted there mind and corrupted there soul though then I killed him." Neah cracked his fingers as he took in a few breaths to ready himself for the pain. "Good i want to be stronger i want to finsh what i started with that jedi and i embrace the darkside my lord." Neah then screamed out in pain as the emperor began the alchemy one him. Neah thrashed about violently his mind filling with hate as he was helpless against the pain.
Neah even blackout for a few moments from the pain. But the alchemy awoke him from his slumber. Neah growled as the emperor finishe dhis job. His skin had grown mor darker he waited as the doctors stichted him back together. Neah turned as a doctor said to the emperor "My lord he should rest for a few days he just had major surger...." Neah broked free of hisbonds and used force scchoike on the medical officer. The man gasped ansd gagged and grabbed at his throat. "Don't ever underestimate me or the power of the emperor." neah then chocked the life out of the officer and dropped him on the floor. Neah grabbed his robes and his two sabers he now had a new one thanks to the jedi but he slid it inside his left hand sleeve and kept it hidden. Neah then walked towards the designated area and sat on the floor and began to meditate till the emperor came. Neahs meditation was mostly based on reflection of the previous battle what had gone wrong in his attacks and what he should of done correctly.
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