Return to active duty

[Gunner Stahl]

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ABAFAR

BLACK HAND BASE​

As the respirator continued to pump oxygen into his lungs, vision became blurry and then slowly tunneled into nothing but darkness. During the long procedure, he was deeply sedated with modern anesthesia and found his mind racing over the events that had transpired. He had grown selfish and accustomed to luxury during his rise as an officer in the Empire. Perhaps it was his disillusioned sense of self worth that had led him to this stage. He had been punished, shamed, and stripped of significant dignity and respect which he held prior. It seemed that his direct superior, Vex, wanted nothing to do with him, and chills radiated through his spine thinking which impression council members would have of him.

As the anesthetic wore off, eyes slowly opened and glanced in the infirmary room. As expected, there was no one there around. No one but service droids. He was not a loved being, and the work he had chosen paid little time for kindling friendships. Tremendous pain shot through his back and upper torso, electrifying as phantom paraesthesias along the location of his previous intact left arm and right leg. He could not feel the cybernetics that had been placed, though his vision was significantly altered out of one eye; perhaps it would take him time to grow accustomed to these new additions.

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A service droid rolled through the hallways of the black hand assassin corridors. Slowly, it came to a pause outside the door of the famed Sith master, Camila Shan. Metal fist clanged against the wooden frame until the nightbringer would reveal herself. When she did, the droid gently handed a signature pad towards her. "M'lord, your new asset has fully recovered and is awaiting your orders in the infirmary. As his new commanding officer, we require your signature to authorize the cybernetic attachments we surgically placed."

@Relent