It was such a lovely day on Nar Shaddaa, of course, many people would disagree, Nar Shaddaa didn't have beautiful horizons, birds chirping, a nice sunset or lovely neighbors...Quite the contrary, really, thugs and infected were the only things that lived on Nar Shadda save for an old, cheerful doctor, because Jerex Dorn didn't care about any of that. The old sith just felt that today was going to be a nice day. After all, not many days were filled with the promise of advancing his research.
"Thanks doc, you the best" a Nautolan man said as he incorporated himself, bandages wrapping his shoulder nicely as the tall, elderly man helped him get up, patting him on the other shoulder with a smile on his scarred, aged horribly face "Ah, don't mention it, just try to not get another slug stuck in that shoulder for the next month or so, okay? You follow a healthy workout routine, would be a shame to let that part of your arm go to waste in exchange for a robotic replacement!" The Nautolan man nodded before dropping a bunch of credits on the bed he had just been laying on and leaving, Jerex waving him goodbye "Come back any time...Even if that sounds awful in this context!"
And so, Jerex started to clean his tools, whistling an old lighthearted song without a care in the world, he didn't expect many more patients, not at this time of the day anyways, he was just waiting for a certain someone, a master of the dark arts, someone young yet full of knowledge, formerly Darth, now just Veles. The old sith champion could have asked for help a long time ago, part of his reasoning against that was his pride and his desire to grant the empire something powerful all by himself, but nowadays he had come to the conclusion that there was no shame in calling for help. Not only that, but he also never had such a huge lead until now...A lead about something that he felt only a select few should have the privilege of knowing, that including the man that was about to go through that door inside his medical clinic.
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