Post by Zilfer on Apr 16, 2015 13:39:21 GMT -5
He spit blood from his mouth for whatever count he was on of beatings. His mind was fuzzy from a neuro control collar doubling as a neuro disruptor. It took away much of his will to fight back, as an Zabrak fist came his way yet again smashing his face the other way. Pain had become one of the only things that defined his prolonged existence in the months since he had been on Nar Shadaa. He couldn’t focus enough to remember what exactly had happened on that planet but he could recall the Zabrak’s body was far too tough to be natural. Metal bones beneath his muscles slammed into him one more time nearly knocking him out from the white pain he felt explode.
The collar shocked him back to consciousness sending waves of pain through his nerves. He screamed out in pain and frustration as he tried to dull his senses with the force. He felt confined, each time he reached out he KNEW it was there but couldn’t find purchase enough to gather any more energy than what a youngling might grasp. Most of it he spent internally healing his wounds, the more sever ones at least.
“Is this really necessary? We’ve long stopped asking him questions, and he seems resistant to the strain of virus you subjected him to. He shows no form of aggression, or mutation characterized by the Anemos Virus. Isn’t that why you were interested?” asked the Zabrak up to an observation deck where a man dressed in a white labcoat seemed to make notes almost passive of the scene going on before him. Behind him a smaller black skinned man with a scar running up the side of his mouth to the underside of his ear, held hands in front of his face intently watching. It was this man who spoke in response.
“I’m more curious about the specimen himself rather than the results, he comes from a species that was long thought to have died out save for a select few of the race that still survive today. Mitsukai if I recall ancient texts correctly. Older than even myself, and it has left me curious,” said the man standing up and walking over the observation window hovering not far from it. “Snap his wings next and we’ll see how much longer this Jedi can keep form breaking.”
The Zabrak looked to their prisoner his arms held above his head and even his wings had been restrained. He grabbed the man’s wing, and he felt firmness in them. The wing could perhaps crush him simply by sheer strength alone. The man looked up at him seeming to have one of his rare moments of clarity.
“Why…?”
“I’m sorry…. I’m protecting someone,” said the Zabrak known as 109K. He pulled and pushed with all his might against the man’s wing and after a bit of resistance it gave a sickening crack followed by the prisoners screams.
Akari had come to Vjun based on research he had done investigating the disappearance of a Jedi Knight on their mission in Nar Shadaa. They had last checked in with the council informing them that there was heavy Mandalorian activity on Nar Shaddaa. Her colored green robes clashed with the planet about her right now as she looked out of the outcropping of a canyon. She looked at a surface facility that had been built upon the planet to resist the planets acidic rain. She knew some people built placed like this for them to be inaccessible or hard to find, but she had managed to track shipping routes that passed by this area always turning up with less supplies, and after searching the sector she was sure this is where the Jedi Knight had been taken to.
She’d told the Jedi at the temple of Ilum that she would be doing some simple sample gathering for the Jedi Archives but that had been a lie. She was worried about this company Darkhand, and her father’s involvement with them. She hardly knew her father other than what other Jedi had said about him, which was that he was a very skillful fighter, but reckless and prone to taking things head on. Darkhand’s public face seemed to have an infinitely deep pocket and endless resources. While it had developed many advancing technologies some questioned where these advances had come from and what studies had guided their advancements.
Rumors had surfaced that it had sinister dealings but public record showed a clean slate. For a company so large it was almost unheard of. They maintained they had an independent and internal research team that was self-funded to keep up the direction that the company wanted to take. If they had such a clean record, why would they have a secret facility on a nearly unknown planet in the Outer Rim? Vjun, a planet where no one would look. Did they keep dirty secrets here? Was her father here?
Akari wondered what the other jedi were doing at this moment, and pondered at how foolish what she was about to do was. Sneaking into a facility with no official Jedi consent based on a hunch. It sounded so foolhardy and not like her at all. She almost considered turning back getting into her fighter and leaving but something wouldn’t let her. She dropped down using her wings to glide down to the surface of the canyon, and began to make her away through the under shelves of the canyon where the facility was built to protect it from most of the rain...
The collar shocked him back to consciousness sending waves of pain through his nerves. He screamed out in pain and frustration as he tried to dull his senses with the force. He felt confined, each time he reached out he KNEW it was there but couldn’t find purchase enough to gather any more energy than what a youngling might grasp. Most of it he spent internally healing his wounds, the more sever ones at least.
“Is this really necessary? We’ve long stopped asking him questions, and he seems resistant to the strain of virus you subjected him to. He shows no form of aggression, or mutation characterized by the Anemos Virus. Isn’t that why you were interested?” asked the Zabrak up to an observation deck where a man dressed in a white labcoat seemed to make notes almost passive of the scene going on before him. Behind him a smaller black skinned man with a scar running up the side of his mouth to the underside of his ear, held hands in front of his face intently watching. It was this man who spoke in response.
“I’m more curious about the specimen himself rather than the results, he comes from a species that was long thought to have died out save for a select few of the race that still survive today. Mitsukai if I recall ancient texts correctly. Older than even myself, and it has left me curious,” said the man standing up and walking over the observation window hovering not far from it. “Snap his wings next and we’ll see how much longer this Jedi can keep form breaking.”
The Zabrak looked to their prisoner his arms held above his head and even his wings had been restrained. He grabbed the man’s wing, and he felt firmness in them. The wing could perhaps crush him simply by sheer strength alone. The man looked up at him seeming to have one of his rare moments of clarity.
“Why…?”
“I’m sorry…. I’m protecting someone,” said the Zabrak known as 109K. He pulled and pushed with all his might against the man’s wing and after a bit of resistance it gave a sickening crack followed by the prisoners screams.
Akari had come to Vjun based on research he had done investigating the disappearance of a Jedi Knight on their mission in Nar Shadaa. They had last checked in with the council informing them that there was heavy Mandalorian activity on Nar Shaddaa. Her colored green robes clashed with the planet about her right now as she looked out of the outcropping of a canyon. She looked at a surface facility that had been built upon the planet to resist the planets acidic rain. She knew some people built placed like this for them to be inaccessible or hard to find, but she had managed to track shipping routes that passed by this area always turning up with less supplies, and after searching the sector she was sure this is where the Jedi Knight had been taken to.
She’d told the Jedi at the temple of Ilum that she would be doing some simple sample gathering for the Jedi Archives but that had been a lie. She was worried about this company Darkhand, and her father’s involvement with them. She hardly knew her father other than what other Jedi had said about him, which was that he was a very skillful fighter, but reckless and prone to taking things head on. Darkhand’s public face seemed to have an infinitely deep pocket and endless resources. While it had developed many advancing technologies some questioned where these advances had come from and what studies had guided their advancements.
Rumors had surfaced that it had sinister dealings but public record showed a clean slate. For a company so large it was almost unheard of. They maintained they had an independent and internal research team that was self-funded to keep up the direction that the company wanted to take. If they had such a clean record, why would they have a secret facility on a nearly unknown planet in the Outer Rim? Vjun, a planet where no one would look. Did they keep dirty secrets here? Was her father here?
Akari wondered what the other jedi were doing at this moment, and pondered at how foolish what she was about to do was. Sneaking into a facility with no official Jedi consent based on a hunch. It sounded so foolhardy and not like her at all. She almost considered turning back getting into her fighter and leaving but something wouldn’t let her. She dropped down using her wings to glide down to the surface of the canyon, and began to make her away through the under shelves of the canyon where the facility was built to protect it from most of the rain...
