Dead Memeories.

[Ragsmire]

Thirty miles northwest from Mos Eisley, Exterior of HYDRA facility.

"This is the place, put it down." Ordered the flat cold tone of the Doctor sitting in the back of the transport he'd compensated from Coruscant. The pilot under a deep mind control as the ship moved toward the barren scrap of land indicated. No live stalked the ground, only remnants foretold of any local fauna living on the planet having been through, that coming solely in the form of hallowed bones from decades prior.

The pilot touched down unquestioning, as anything that might have been his own was being repressed while the doctor utilized this man's service. Nikana took one stepped into the dry heat and blazing sun of tatooine with his trusty scythe Ragnarok, or Rags for short, in hand.

"I wouldn't go out there if i were you." Came an annoying high-pitched warning from back in the shuttle, a voice the doctor knew well and was certainly not the pilot's.

"Shut it Mikey, Mike. Was it not you who said to stay away from the jedi temple too?" He asked fully aware Mikey Mike was one of two alternate personalities inhabiting his consciousness.

"Yeah..." He answered turning away like a child being punished by its parents. He interlaced his fingers and began to rotate his left foot back and forth to add to the scene.

"Yeah it was you, and now look where we are, in a good situation working under Cain. Now leave your babying in the shuttle like always." With that Nikana moved toward what should be an entryway into the facility Rags, the scythe, stuffed under his arm.

After digging through the sand for half an hour the Doctor finally managed to locate what was a ceiling hatch, which meant he had to be on the top of the old building. After prying it open and ducking through the doctor landed on his feet in the dusty, dank, chemical reeking medical facility. Known on the old HYDRA base grid as N-seventy seven, not that there were more then seventy facilities, factories, and the line, the coordinates redesigned had something to do with keeping the overall network a secret.

He stood in the center balcony of the first floor research center. All was uncommonly still and quiet in the once bustling busy lab. Several large support pillars had fallen collapsing certain areas and blocking halls and access doors with debris and rubble of varying kinds, ranging from the extremely sharp, to the incredibly rigged and anywhere in between.

“What’s say we begin this needle in a haystack quest?” He asked seemingly to no one but the room, Nikana knew otherwise however his buddy in the scythe never too far away.

“Whatever you say, Nikolaus.” Rags, his living scythe’s abbreviated name, replied appearing to his left still wearing his wife’s features, Though he’d never had the chance to confirm it running excuse was that was somehow his doing subconsciously. Rags was nearly the exact opposite of Mikey, Mike. Where he would be more closely related with the angel whispering in his ear as a form of his conscious, Ragnarok easily filled the role of demon always leaving those naughty little suggestions in his head, and much to his good fortune he generally fallowed the sage advise offered from it.

He moved down the balcony the steady reverberation of his boots ringing from the steel beneath them became the only soundtrack in the entire complex, discounting the sudden intrusion of his lighter flicking to life while it ignited a cigarette from his lab coat. The doctor made his way to, what he thought should be, the chemical testing facility where he first injected compound seven, memory’s flushed back through his skull with each step as a sight or an almost sound shot a violent bullet of the past running through him.

”Stien, we have the initial results for the serum.” It was Bradley whom rushed the then scarless, whole headed, blue-eyed Nikolaus Angelo Stien in the cafeteria before the compound altered him so.

“Calm down, Calm down Charles the results will still be there after my neaf steak.” After that meal he would not experience another one quite like it for many years, maybe he still hadn’t.

The scene flashed back to its present state, just a simple kitchen mess hall left in shambles from what was its last soupier. A faint sign escaped the doctor’s lunges as he gazed out at the room through the window before moving on down the wracked corridor running a hand across the walls.

His next stop would be at his personal living space for the duration of his time spend here where he jotted down various things.

[Ragsmire]

HYDRA underground base.

His steps were paced with an ever growing ever feeding, ever craving drive, no more of a desire, no, no, He would call it something even more then that, they were laced with the sweet scent of a hungering recreational thought paradox where his mind would turn to the idea of the knowledge he’d missed on his first pass through here, then to the power contained in that information, only to move to what such power could lead to, which then made him wonder what other secrets he’d overlooked in the past, and then he knew Cain’s resources would insure his work not underdone, or under resourced but met with everything needed.

“We’re almost there, Rags, I assure you.” Though never heard, not even by Nikana the one man able to hear this certain alternate persona, He felt the impatient dripping from the weapon. The doctor couldn’t hold it back any longer; his goal was so very close it was eating at him, chewing up his every conceived thought through and through again morphing it, He needed to get there.

He began to run down the halls Rags held neatly under his right arm pressing against his back has he did so. His mouth was watering from the concept of discovering the lost secrets, what had happened to him during the weeks he could not recall, how’d they fit this remedy into its snug place on his head, what, what, WHAT?

“Open the hell up.” He told the blast door, as he approached ultimately not letting it answer and instead launching it from its sealed position back into the laboratory stepping in after it. he took in a deep breath inhaling the delightfully familiar smells of the facility. After exhaling the sour air he snapped his eyes open to again gaze upon the workspace. Right there, right there was his old desk steel and lifeless like the rest of this forgotten hellhole it was meant to give off negative vibes, or so he always thought. He had injected substance seven at the desk in fact, one might consider it the start of it all.

Behind it was the door to the test chamber, located an easy twenty feet back an observation window was where he watched various beast from around the galaxy transform, or die, during the very early phases of the project, and later he’d see the other doctors observe him from it.

He moved toward his desk and scanned the top of it briefly, unsurprisingly nothing much aside from scraps could be seen, in the desk however was a different story. Several old Datapads were stacked within detailing his own work, plus the work of the men after him, none looked all that great but perhaps with care info could be acquired from them.

“These will help.” He commented underhandedly while ciphering through the various small electronics, there would be one more stop before he left.

[Ragsmire]

HYDRA underground base.

"This is it, Rags." He said speaking again to his scythe, the name once again vibrating with an unforeseen importance, Rags...the abbreviation just seemed to carry some invisible weight with it. His original thought had been that was the title of the mystical ruler that affected everything he did, Though he had some help with his mental... instability is how Ms' Valkers put it, He personally liked to see it as thinking outside the box, he still often reminisced over how very certain he'd become that his actions were not always his own, and that there were some all powerful beings out there watching, contemplating, controlling.

His mind snapped back to the now with a sudden thud taking attention away from the mad thoughts. With speed suggesting he was not human the doctor spun to his immediate left with one palm outstretched and building energy, however the only thing presence in the vicinity of the crash was a swamp rat darting away with as much fear for him as some would have at the sight of it.

"Seems a few things manage to survive down here." Nikana remarked quaintly musing the prospect. He shook the encounter off within moments continuing to advance toward the security center, the normally simple task made complex by the debris, rubble, and just general crap cluttering the entire facility.

After an additional thirty minutes of labor brought about by the need to clear pathways, and even, or more extreme cases, find entirely alternate routes, the Doctor stumbled into the room, one of few still in decent shape after the blast. The chamber was oval with computer terminals paving the walls, some utilized as monitors whilst others were being, or had been, used to keep records on personnel, another couple were tasked with vital signs, all reading flat now, and maintenance of the guard shifts.

"Why are we here, Nik?" Rags, his alternate personality, asked in the seductive tone of his long gone wife, It's presence always bringing forth an odd sensation deep in his gut, one he could not quite describe.

"As if you don't already know, I simply wish to recover the holo-types from my weeks in observation here, and if i'm lucky we will have sold the pie shack on this trip and find something regarding my surgery." Time and time again he contemplated what they'd done to him, whatever they did, it left him a drastically changed man, strength and speed were exchanged for cunning and wit it seemed.

"Well lets hurry, no need to keep Cain waiting." It warned knowing full well he did not what to anger the dark lord, first impressions and all that. "Yes, Yes." Nikana said dismissively waving off the Ghostly adaptation of his wife. Nikana stepped up to one of the terminals and began to input several commands, really it was a thing of the force that these relics still functioned at all.

After only moments of scanning the contends of the screen Nikana was granted access to the files and documentation he was searching for and transferred it to his personal datapad for review back at the temple.

"And with that we're through here, Rags." He told it looking at the weapon and not the psychologically birthed form. He began to step back the way he came, but while going decided to strike up a conversation with his companion.

"Do you think i should refer to Lord Cain as lord, or something more...snappy?" The question, however random, was met with an answer after a moments thought from the blade, which meant really he was half answering it himself anyway.

"You should definitely exemplify your presence with a catchy name for him, Perhaps Cain pimp-Sama?" The title came off as a sarcastic joke, But the doctor seemed to seriously consider it for the remainder of the walk out, Up until he sat on the transport at which time he finally responded to the suggestion.

"You know what, i might just use that, see what he does." A grin crossed the doctor's features as he relished the idea of a grumpy dark lord of the sith, but there was always the chance he'd take a liking to it.