Tavaran had been hard at work in his lab, the sound of his bonesaw grinding over the volume of the holotv. "Sshh... sshhh.. There there..." he'd say to his unwilling patient, who was now slipping in and out of consciousness. "What a.. coincidence.." He mused as Galaxies Spiciest Ships aired for probably the hundredth time since it released. People loved hot trash like that. Regardless, this would be the first time the Mandalorian scientist saw it. And there was a hidden joy as they announced the nine spots. Tinnel IV.. perfect.
There was a slight groan from his patient, who he silenced with gentle pets to the Togorians head. "Relax... relax.. it will all be over soon.." he cooed. The work had been long, brutal. He had held the cub for several uses, slowly turning him into a personal weapon. And this was just an... upgrade. After some more whines, the Togorian would fall silent, unable to fight through the pain.
"Cortan." Tavaran would call out, a lithe Devaronian hurrying to his side from an adjacent room.
"Yes, lord?" Cortan would ask.
"Grab that arm and put it in a box. Send it to Tinnel IV and address it to Reiel. She'll love having the extra hand around to help with security." He would say with an audible smirk.
"At once, sir. It shall be done." Cortan said as he took the limb, found it a proper box and packaged it for departure.
"You have had some time to forget, little one, the time has come to remember." he would then laugh to himself, a dark laugh.
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There was a slight groan from his patient, who he silenced with gentle pets to the Togorians head. "Relax... relax.. it will all be over soon.." he cooed. The work had been long, brutal. He had held the cub for several uses, slowly turning him into a personal weapon. And this was just an... upgrade. After some more whines, the Togorian would fall silent, unable to fight through the pain.
"Cortan." Tavaran would call out, a lithe Devaronian hurrying to his side from an adjacent room.
"Yes, lord?" Cortan would ask.
"Grab that arm and put it in a box. Send it to Tinnel IV and address it to Reiel. She'll love having the extra hand around to help with security." He would say with an audible smirk.
"At once, sir. It shall be done." Cortan said as he took the limb, found it a proper box and packaged it for departure.
"You have had some time to forget, little one, the time has come to remember." he would then laugh to himself, a dark laugh.
@Forsythe Crowholde