Cat Scratch Fever

[Kalanda Tishire]

Location: Korriban Medical Lab

Kalanda hadn't heard from Mid in a while. A long while. People had begun to say he was going rogue, having left her and Amur behind, but she didn't believe it. She couldn't believe it. He wouldn't do that to her, and yet where was he, and why hadn't he responded to her? If he had truly gone and left her...Kalanda tightened her fist, drinking in the flood of rage that pulsed through her, before steading it and moving on with the pre op procedure. She pulled the gloves tight over her hands, casting a glance to the new patient she had been handed over. It was a Cathar if she knew her biology correctly, and a Mandalorian to boot. She hated Mandalorians, which was unfortunate for her patient. Kalanda had asked for a test subject to celebrate her elevation to Crusader, but this....this was too good to pass up. She looked at the instruments she had aligned before her, all sorts of fun little contraptions, and they were going to be used on the poor thing before her.

Kalanda checked the nerve agent she had hooked the woman up to, ensuring the paralysis would keep their subject restrained for the duration of the procedure; though stun cuffs had been attached to her arms and ankles to keep her to the table if the worse happened. She had to make sure this went swimmingly after all, this was going to be her first time doing this to a living host. She looked down at the poor thing, being left laid out on an operating table, unable to move, it must have been a scene out of a nightmare. She wouldn't feel too much pain though, least not for the time being; her screams would just serve as a distraction after all. To really ramp it up, Kalanda had arranged a large mirror to be hung over the woman, so she would see fully well what was to be done with her body. This was going to be a very, very long day, for the patient that is. "I'll be honest with you." She started, grabbing a syringe full of something green and probably vile, as she held it over the Cathar woman. "I've never done this before." She held the needle up, slowly inching it towards Revy's neck. "I'm told the process is painful. But you know what else is painful?" She stopped short of making skin contact, letting the woman feel the cold steel against her neck. "Listening to the cries of millions dying around you. Watching people turn to ash, with their skin falling off from radiation burns. That's very, very painful." Kalanda pulled the syringe back, setting it back on a surgical tray. "I'm sure you know what that's like though. I suppose in a way we have that in common. Did your family die on Mandalore?" Kalanda asked, turning her back to the woman's though her force senses wouldn't let remain vulnerable. "I lost my family too. When your people blew up the Imperial Place five years ago, and that lead me here. In a way, your own people did this to you. Funny how that works, isn't it?" Kalanda sighed, turning back to look at her subject, then gave another glance around the room. Where was her lovely assistant? Well, she would be here soon. "If you can take any solace in this, know that you will come out stronger than you were before. A Mandalorian like you can learn to appreciate something like this. You'll see." Kalanda looked over her specimen and smirked. She might actually enjoy this, though the poor Cathar before her....not so much.

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[Revora Musana Kelborn]

What time was it? Where were they? Everything had become a blur after her failure. She hated that moment so much as it repeated over and over in her head. Looking back at it now their was now shame tainting the lens of her memories as the thoughts of what she could of done differently piled up. She got another Mandalorian killed, she let down her teammates and the operation failed. Worst of all she let herself get captured and stripped by the Sith. She felt naked for once in her life knowing that she may never get a chance to reunite with her beskar'gam, and her helmet. A piece of mom she always kept with her now gone. Her skin deprived and laid bare. Forced into staring up at the mirror she could see the cauterized stump that had once been her left arm. It was either lose the arm or die and she wished she lost her life. Maybe in another reality it was something much different.

Revy never met the person who was conducting the operation but she seemed to know her in a way. Maybe it was just the way people looked at Mandalorians but that didn't matter now to her. She wasn't a Mandalorian anymore. She would never be one again unless she sought redemption. She couldn't come back to her comrades a coward who failed people who trusted their lives with her. Though much like her inability to do anything about her failure her body was in a similar position unable to move for the most part. It was surreal and the inability to respond sent her mind into a panic as it desperately tried to fight for movement that wasn't there. It played on her perception and occasionally she could swear she saw shapes and wispings moving about the corners of her vision. Night terrors transporting their way to reality.

Then the woman spoke. She spoke of the imperial palace bombing a pan of dread and regret going through the Mando still, she was one unrelated person now about to punished for the sins of her People. Yet it also caused anger to flow through her watching the Sith, they were far from innocent victims and they were going to pay for what they did. Being asked if her family died acted as a trigger for her as she lift up to try and strangle the women. Only for the reality of her captivity to rob her of such opportunities. She couldn't do anything and that was the worse part. She was now a prisoner of her mind watching a movie unfold.

Still panic came back when the Sith bitch smirked hinting at her fate.

"What... You... Doing... To me?" She struggled to get out wanting to know but at the same time she equally wanted to tell the woman to kark off. Still whatever was happening the Sith wanted her to watch, her future didn't look good.

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[Eithni Vala Stark]

It was weird being on Korriban, really weird. Eithni didn't know whether she liked being on the planet where the Sith rules or hated it for making people like the Sith Emperor. However, Eithni knew for certain that the darkness that surrounded the planet and its core felt wrong, compared to Dathomir, like it was dying somehow. Nevertheless, her Kala needed her to help to do some kind of thing, how did she put it again? Live ritual or something like that. Eithni had been called by Kala and with a Stark fighter, she landed by the Korriban Medical Lab and was now walking towards the room that Kala was supposed to be in.

Eithni had her own ragged clothes on and all her weapons, hidden under the ragged hooded coat. However, she always carried a new weapon, her newly built lightsaber. The blade was a bright green colour, very similar to the colour of her magick. The crossguard is built to look like the front of a giant spider's head, symbolising the wilderness of Dathomir and Eithni liked the design. The grip itself is darkened black leather, wrapped around the lower part of the handle, and works much like a bastard sword, that Eithni can use one or both hands, depending on the situation. The pommel is formed as a spike with Deucalic runic patterns to show respect for her adoptive mom, Eva Stark. The hilt hanged from her belt by the hip, making it easy for her to grab if needed.

This lab place was way too white and bright for her tastes as Eithni walked down the long hallway towards the room that Kala was located in. A few doctors and other lab-type workers gave the witch quite a few looks and some even stopped for a minute to look at Eithni in wide eyes while the girl continued down the hallway. To say that she looked out of place, was an understatement as she skipped forward untouched by the stares she received by the personal in the medical lab. Even the guards gave her some looks, but they had been noticed by Kalanda to let Eithni pass through and not give her trouble.

Eithni entered the lab room that Kalanda stood in and her face lit up and dashed over to her bestie and hugged her from behind, "Hi Kala! Missed you!" greeted the little witch cheerful, not realizing the Cathar on the table in front of Kala at first. Popping her head out from the side, behind Kalanda, Eithni saw the cat woman on the table and a curious glint in the witch's eyes showed. "Why is she strapped to the table Kala?" Asked Eithni curiously, as she stood beside her friends with her hands behind her back.

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[Kalanda Tishire]

Kalanda looked at the captured girl with a look of contempt, as she would stare into the eyes of the Cathar, the seedling of hate she held within her chest bloomed at seeing this Mandalorian left defenseless against her. "I'm going to make improvements to you. Your form right now is weak, which is most likely why you were-" Kalanda halted, as the voice of Eithni was heard across the surgical room. The impact behind her made her wince, as she felt Eithni reach around her and give her a tight hug. 'Damn it Eithni, why now?' Was all Kalanda could think, as the captive Cathar would see the Sith's face turn bright red, before she turned back to face the newcomer. Kalanda seemed rather uncomfortable, as she had to hit the breaks on her explanation. "One moment."

Kalanda had a smile to her face, as she set her arms on Eithni's shoulders, lowering herself so they we were eye level. Eithni had probably gotten too excited and forgotten the rules. That was okay, Kalanda caught her early on. Kalanda wouldn't speak to the girl verbally, rather mentally. She had to keep Eithni's identity secret, the last thing she wanted was to put the girl at risk. 'Nini, I'm happy to see you too, but you need to get your robes, and put your Sith face on. We are going to use our Alchemy on this Cathar, because she hurt me. This is for your own good, okay? We will talk more afterwards.' Kalanda could already feel most of the anger she had pent up to go through with this fading. Eithni was like a power drain for her, just sucking up all the negative emotions with her presence; which right now was not what she needed. There would be no audio words between the pair, as Kalanda would stare into the eyes of the little witch until she had said all she needed to say. With any luck, Eithni would rush off to put her disguise on. After the exchange, Kalanda would turn back to the Cathar woman, moving back to collect the syringe. She was going to have to do something to make up for Eithni's interruption, because she wasn't going to listen to this Mandalorian taunt her. Kalanda stared at the Cathar for a long moment, combating the small part of her that was starting to detest what she was about to do. But she had to do it. This was why Mid had abandoned her was it not? He must have seen that weakness within her, just like Sakadi and Reuben had told her. It made her furious to the core, that they all had lied to her, deceived into thinking that maybe for one moment she might have been more than another faceless drone in the Sith Order. No. This wasn't a time for crisis, this was a time for action. They thought she was weak? She was going to show them just how cruel she could be. "That was my apprentice if you must know. She might seem adoreable right now, but I must warn you, she has a sadistic side that puts even me to shame." Kalanda would move over to the Cathar's right side, taking the syringe of green toxin and slowly sliding it into the neck of the Cathar. "Think of this as my gift to you." Kalanda whispered, being side by side with the Mandalorian as she pressed down on the plunger slowly, letting the green toxin slowly trickle right into Revy's neck. "From now on, you will never be weak." Maybe it was something Kalanda told herself, or maybe she meant it to the woman she was operating on. Revy would feel an uncomfortable burning sensation, much like that of a bee sting, except that it came from within her neck now. Kalanda would withdraw the needle from the girl's neck, setting it back on the surgical tray, as she would move off to the side and begin collecting the...improvements they would make to the Cathar woman. She just needed to wait for Eithni. Then the real work could begin.

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[Revora Musana Kelborn]

Improvements.​

The word hanged in the air and at the back of Revora's mind. Implications flooding her mind. What could that possibly even mean. She heard stories of Sith twisting and defiling beings into admonitions supposedly some of the mindbreaker attacks were fueled by such things. Still it hanged in the air of uncertainty. What was about to happen to her? How where they going to "Improve" her. Her mind started racing both in a fear for her future and trying to think of anything that could possible get her out. She called out to her body to move to react to respond in any karking way right now. Nothing it was numb. She tried desperately to crank and maneuver her head to move but it was all to no avail. Then someone came in someone who seemed bright and bubbly it was surreal like a dream but still a new glamour of hope begin to take shape now that there was someone who just might listen who just might save her. She had to be misunderstood, it must have been a deception. There was no way she was could do this, willing with such a smile.

Learning that was apparently her apprentice that word still fueling the narrative of hope in her right now maybe just maybe she wasn't too far gone, maybe there was a chance that she could have a moment of crisis just something to free her. Yet now the thought of being weak turned back to her. That was what she was right now. Weak. At the mercy of the Sith, naked and deprived of her skin, unable to do anything, just at the mercy of someone else. Was she really Mandalorian? Or just a pretender? That's what she had been her whole life. Trying to uphold the image of a ideology she didn't completely agree with, having doubts but never raising them up, only caring when it had a way to impact her. Maybe this entire time she was a trickster. A fake. It cost the life of another Mandalorian to failure of a mission and now she was paying the price for that. Maybe her dad was right this entire time. Maybe she should have listened, maybe her life would have been so much different. Maybe her brother and father wouldn't have been put into harm's way. Maybe this was punishment for her sins. She never was the religious type but in your darkest moments your mind wanders.

She felt whatever substance it was being inject into her and it caused her blood to burn like fire. Yet she couldn't scream or move. She had no control of her mouth yet she wanted to scream so badly. With fire though came the ember that started to drift off in her mind. A long iota waiting for the right kindling to blossom into something. Revy didn't know that at the moment but maybe as time went on she would understand. Right now she knew that these 'gifts' were false. But she was too weak to refuse.

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[Eithni Vala Stark]

Eithni looked a bit confused when Kalanda didn't return her hug as she used to the instant Eithni hugged her. It took her a few seconds that Kalanda was actually speaking to her through her mind and just stood there, blinking a bit. *Oh right my Sith robe!* Thought Eithni when kalanda reminded her. The little witch had completely forgotten to take her Sith attire on, because all she could think of, was seeing her best friend again. A long "uhhh", followed by a "okay! grrr!" sound came from the blond-haired girl and while Revora couldn't see Eithni's face, Kalanda got front row watching Eithni grit her teeth, as if she was exaggerating the sneering. The sneer turned into a happy grin and out the door went Eithni with a rush.

Eithni dashed down the corridor of the medical lab almost toppled multiple doctors and nurses just trying to do their job. Eithni quickly exited the large building and headed for her fighter, so she could get changed into the Sith attire that she had borrowed by her friend. Standing by her ship, she looked exactly like a Sith, long black robe and a black tunic, a pair of black boots and a black belt. It all loved very dark and black, like the black heart she really didn't have, which made it all rather funny.

Eithni even placed her daggers and bow in the ship and only carried her Lightsaber, clipped to her belt, which reminded Eithni that Kalanda hasn't had the chance to see it yet! After their little alchemy thingy, Eithni would Kalanda her knew lightsaber, although not red like Kalanda's, but green like the Nightsister Ichor magick. Skipping joyful back inside she immediately noticed a difference in how the staff acted much more respectful and tried to avoid eye contact. Eithni, of course, took advantage of it and just looked at everyone and actively trying to get eye contact with people as she skipped back to the room where Kalanda was. Eithni even got close to skipping past the room, because she was having too much fun in trying to get eye contact with the staff members passing by.

Upon entering the room the witch was almost about to happily chip out loud that she was back and got her angry Sith attire on, but remembered to act Sith and referred from doing so. Instead, she walked over to Kalanda, "I'm back Kala!~err I mean Master" corrected Eithni herself, really trying to stay in her role as a broody serious Sith apprentice. Walking up to stand side by side her "master", she looked the cat-looking alien on the table and looked up at Kalanda for an answer, "so, what was it you wanted to do with alchemy?" Asked Eithni finally, actually curious about the answer.

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[Kalanda Tishire]

Kalanda shifted around the armored plates she had arrayed before her, trying to recall how they were to go about applying these things to the Cathar woman. It gave her time to prepare for Eithni's return, as well to let the chemical work it's way into her subject's system. When the door opened and Eithni returned, Kalanda turned back and nearly had her heart melt at the sight of Eithni in her Sith attire. This was a mistake, she never should have asked Eithni to help her with this. It was so difficult to stay angry with the little witch around, but Kalanda would have to find a way. She couldn't afford to stop here, she needed to prove that she could still do this. Kalanda had to fight the urge to wrap the little witch up in a hug, though she would most certainly do so once they were finished with the horrid experiment they were about to do. She kept her thoughts to Mid, how he had lied to her, built her up only to let her be struck by the avalanche of his failures for her to deal with alone. Yes, she needed to keep her fires burning, and this would be the only way.

"Now apprentice, what we are going to do, is mutate this woman here." Kalanda gestured to the armored plates and cybernetic arm behind her, letting Eithni take a gander of the tools they would be using. "Now what we need to do, is take control of the solution I injected her with, and work her flesh so that we can make it stronger. After that, we will add the armored plates, and infuse the newly created flesh to the plates." Kalanda tried not to think about what she was doing right now. "I'll do the hard work, just add the armor on when I give the word, for right now, we just need to begin the first steps." Kalanda would move towards Revy, tapping into the force as the woman would feel the burning sensation within her seemingly react to the Sith's commands. Kalanda would help the chemical spread, letting the stinging sensation course through the woman's body, deafening herself to the girl's agony as the pain would now start to take effect; and they weren't even at the worst part. Once Eithni was in position, then the real work would begin. Muscle, bone, and tissue would be rearranged, strengthened, broken, and remade all through the power of the dark-side. They would work the poor Mandalorian's body like clay, destroying what she had once been, and forming something worse. Kalanda was just glad that the screams this woman was making would be muffled, else she risked making herself and Eithni deaf.

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[Revora Musana Kelborn]

"Help... me..." The words faintly touched the air barely a whisper as she tried to call out to the returning apprentice. She couldn't tell if her vocal chords actually produced a sound or they just remained pleading thoughts. She mentally gritted her teeth and tried to speak when Revy's mind stopped itself upon hearing her fate. Mutation. Now she was in a full panic her heart feeling like it could jump out of her chest and free itself from this medical facility. She tried and tried sol hard to move, so bad to break free and regain control she could feel a finger begin to move or had she just gone crazy? Still she was sure that this was now her chance to slowly break free surely they wouldn't be able to star-

"NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH..."​

Revora screamed out for the first time as her entire body had felt like it was incinerating itself. It was surreal feeling in travel around and pump itself into every last part of her body. It was radiating heat that burned with the moxie of a hundred suns. It was like being cut and feeling the exhilarating sting and adrenaline except magnified and spread out never losing intensity.

"... PLEASESTOPPLEASESTOPPLEAS-AAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGHHHHHH-"​

She desperately tried to get her next words now just manic pleaing just anything to make it stop. To just make the pain go. Her brain however could barely register the capacity to speak against the overwhelming tidal wave of stimuli that was pain. It felt like her vocal chords were on the brink of shredding apart. It already felt never even as each second seemed to linger and last for and eternity. How much time had passed? Who know the better question would be when would it be over?

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[Eithni Vala Stark]

"Mutate?" Asked Eithni curiously looking down at the strapped cat-lady on the table while walking around it so she could be in position. It was all so exciting for her, finally getting to use her Sith Alchemy that she learned with her best friend in the whole world! Eithni nodded to Kalanda's orders, acting like the good little apprentice that she played, she was soo gonna tickle attack Kala when this was done.

When Revora actually screamed, as in crying out loud, it managed to give Eithni a scare, making her jump a bit, releasing a loud "EEP!" shriek. While not able to outmatch Revora in a scream, it was still a high pitch scare the girl release, due to Eithni thinking about tickling Kalanda afterwards. However, she was quick to recover and started to with the force, replying the metal to the mutating body of the Cathar body.

It was a bit like working with clay, watching as the woman's body started to slowly change form into something not of this world. The metal got merged and moulded with the mutating body of Revora, giving her a metal skin. It was also quite curious to see what Alchemy was able to do, not quite as elegant or fun, but still quite cool power.

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[Kalanda Tishire]

She was wrong. The screams weren't going to be muffled after all, or if they were Kalanda couldn't imagine handling this situation without the paralysis agent at work. "Eithni, the plates." She warned, as the girl was initially started by the woman's screams. Kalanda kept her mind focused on the anger she was feeling, it was Mid's fault she was doing this, if he hadn't left this would have fallen on him to do, not her. The right arm armor was applied first, as the body began to emit a green mist to it, as the Cathar's body stretched and morphed, the very muscles twitching and convulsing as the command of the Sith. It made her feel sick just watching the display, but she had to go on, the woman's pain would only get worse if she failed. After the arm armor was attached, they moved towards the chest region, which was not very pleasant either. The breast plate was slide between the breasts of the subject, as the flesh soon began to take in the armor, almost half swallowing it like something sinking into mud.

The woman's body was already starting to look drastically different than before, what once might have seemed like a Lothal cat was slowly being morphed into something akin to a Nexu beast. There would be guilt later, right now they had work to do. Kalanda kept going, her tone and words flowing like a surgeon, as the time passed, she deeply wished the woman would just fall unconscious. She would order Eithni to hold the plates into place, as the newly formed body would seemingly swallow it. The witch would note that she had never seen Kalanda like this before, as her tone was devoid of amusement, her eyes not straying from the work at hand. She looked absolutely miserable at handling this task. She just wanted it to be over, but she couldn't, stopping now would doom the subject to a far worse existence if they didn't finish the work.

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[Revora Musana Kelborn]

Each second was burned into her memory and constantly relived over and over again ad infinitum. It was morbid wanting to look down to see what was happen to her body but instead only having to rely on the flawed reflection to look at the carnage. To try and describe the sensation of Revora was feeling would be impossible as she experienced something no life form was ever meant to handle. See her body twist and contort quickly metamorphosing at an unspeakable rate. There was no words to describe how it felt to have the very fiber of her being down to the DNA level be torn apart and put back together again and again each time more different than the last.

Every nerve that the Sith touched with her magic cried out in agony feeling like each pain receptor was jammed to eleven. Revora's mind now didn't have the ability to comprehend anything. It was just a faint sound that would be devoured by the noisefloor the symphony of pain had conducted. Seeing the armor touch and merge with her skin her body initial rejecting and then forced to merge and accept the addition.

There was only one word to describe how Revora would feel outside the overwhelming pain. Violated. The Sith had just ripped apart one of the most sacred and all knowing rights that someone could possess. The comfort and agency over their own body. This revelation would not hit until the pain end, but once it did it would devastate the Cathar... if she could even be called one still. Right now there was just one thing that she wanted more than anything in the universe. One thing that she would continue to want as screams echoed through the room To make the pain stop. Even if it meant dying.

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[Eithni Vala Stark]

Following Kalanda's instructions the progress, while undeniably painful the Cathar must go through, the progress did continue and no amount of excruciating screaming in pain would stop this kind of progress. It was as if a virus that rapidly growing and unable to be stopped by any known means. While it was very exciting to be able to use Sith Alchemy and actually get a feel for what was possible with the ritualistic powers, Eithni wasn't sure why they were doing what they were doing on this alien.

Nevertheless, Eithni continued to follow her bestie's orders like a good little apprentice would and merged metal with flesh again and again when ordered to and held back when she was told to hold off with the applying of metal. It did make her wonder, what kind of things she herself would be able to change and create with this ritualistic powers.

Something Eithni did notice, was how her friend was almost in pain herself, or at least Kalanda looked really miserable and horrid by what she was doing to what didn't really look like the same alien as before. Eithni wanted to ask if they should stop as Kalanda clearly wasn't enjoying herself and that did make her wonder, why were they actually doing what they were doing.

She would have to find out after the transformation was complete, couldn't take much longer, a lot of metal had already been merged as a forced symbiotic understanding between metal and flesh.

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[Kalanda Tishire]

After the final plates were attached, Kalanda stepped back from her creation, a look of horror taking over her features as she stared at what she had made. Her hands were trembling, as she slowly stepped away from the monstrosity. What in the hell had she done. She looked to Eithni, tears starting to build in her eyes as she gripped the sides of her head and slumped against the wall. She was done, she could stop now, she wouldn't have to hurt the woman anymore. The only thing left was the fit her for cybernetics, but the technical tech could be responsible for that. "We're done. Everything is alright." She told herself, trying to remove the image of the creature she had left on the table for her. Kalanda slowly made her way to her feet, combating the sensation she felt in her gut. It was as if her conscious had just now caught up, as guilt, pain, and self loathing just slammed into her all at once. She wanted to throw up. Kalanda looked to Eithni, if the girl hadn't already rushed to her 'masters' side.

She needed to get away from here, get away from what she had done. A sickening throat cut into Kalanda just as she was moving to leave. This creature...this woman, was her doing, she had done this. This beast of steel and flesh was her responsibility now. No one had forced her to do this, she had done it all on her own. It wasn't like before, not when she convinced herself she had to carry out the acts. Kalanda turned away, not wanting to see her creation any more. She had doomed this woman to a fate worse than death, and for what? She couldn't have been much older than Kalanda, in fact she was probably her same age when her family had died. The were both orphans of war, hating each other for things neither had wrought upon the other. It was insanity. That's what that was. "Eithni, I..." Kalanda staggered out of the room, staying on her feet until the door behind her shut, to which her legs gave out, her stomach voiding up it's contents as the Crusader couldn't purge the image of the quivering flesh out of her mind. What was she doing? What had she done? All of these questions, with none of the answers.

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[Revora Musana Kelborn]

The pain had eventually became too much for her to even scream as it overwhelmed her being. The world would fade into black. Unconscious time would fly by for her as she lay unaware of her fate. Unaware of the true horror of what she had become. Unaware of the inner turmoil her torturer had forced herself through to make this happen. Maybe that was a good thing or maybe it would have felt to stay awake. As she slept dreams and visions would come to her head. The tearing and rending of flesh and sensation of a blade making purchase and embedding itself. It felt good and satisfied a rage inside her. A call for retribution and demand to make everyone related to this atrocity that took place to her bleed and suffer.

She would wake up the feeling of being encased in armor returning to her, it felt comforting but there was something just wrong with the feeling. She felt permanently uneasy for some reason. There was a helmet she was wearing that wasn't her familiar t-visor. It was gone instead it was something that tinted the world blood red at the edges. She got up with relative ease but every movement felt different. The weight she had grew accustomed too, the standards that her mind for what was the correct amount of muscle force and movement was all off. It was surreal like an out of body experience was still being inside her body. She realized she was in some sort of padded cell panic overwhelming her she raised for what looked like the door only to find it locked as expected. She would crash her fist into the door, with a decidedly metallic clang. It was only then did she peer down at her body seeing black metal that was on her body... or was her body?

It was only then did she notice the mirror that had been placed in the room. Only then she could gaze at what she had become. Memories of what had happened. She desperately tried to rip off the suit arms clawing at anything that could be a seam or edge only to find none. As she moved and tried to grab at each plate did she feel the tugging on her skin as it was her skin. A few gasp would come out of her mouth filter through the helmet. As her mind had start to take in the reality of what she had become.

​

There was a scream coming out of one the cells.

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/exit thread

 

[Eithni Vala Stark]

Kalanda's reaction to the transformation, made Eithni drop everything when the Sith finished the progress and headed for the door. Grabbing Kalanda's hands, Eithni pulled Kalanda out of the room, so her friend wouldn't be in the room with the creature that once had been a Cathar. Once the woman's leg gave under, she was caught by the witch, so Kala wouldn't hurt herself. "Kala, why did do go through with it?" Asked Eithni very worried for her friend, sitting down with her Kala, holding her in a tight embrace.

Some staff would later carry Revora out and away to put her in a cell and as the non-cathar creature was passing by, would Eithni shield Kalanda's eyes, by sitting in front of the Sith sick with worry. Without a word, Eithni helped Kalanda up, wrapping her arm around Eithni's shoulders, guiding Kalanda away and over to an unoccupied room with a living room interior installed. Despite Eithni's size, she showcased to be stronger than one would expect as she almost carry-led Kalanda into a room and locked the room for them to be alone.

Sitting Kalanda down on the bed, Eithni just sat down beside the woman and embraced the Sith woman, caressing Kalanda's shoulder, "please be okay, I need you to be okay Kala..." whispered the girl, trying her best to help Kalanda's state of mind, but in truth Eithni had never been the best to help know what to do, when people she cared about or liked, was hurting and oftentimes ended up hugging them, hoping it would help.

Eithni would stay with her Kala, for as long as Kalanda needed it and she would listen and never leave Kalanda's side until she was sure that her friend was okay. The Nightsister didn't care how long it would take, days, weeks or months, Kalanda was Eithni's focus and if Kalanda needed cuddling or being hold or a bearhug, was Eithni always there to provide... She was her friend, her best friend... her Kala.

/Exit thread

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