A Different Type

[ToKola Bakari]

1900~Dathomir​

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Victor had traveled to Dathomir nearly two weeks ago in search of specimens for his experimentation. Hoping the world that served as a Force Nexus would shed more light on the bridge between science and The Force. However, it had only been one bad thing after another. The third day he had been set upon by a young Rancor, and while he had tricked the beast into leaving his camp it had done considerable damage to his starship, rendering him stranded.

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As darkness fell over Victor's camp he turned from his specimen table, glancing over the area that surrounded him. "Dark already?" Turning back to the specimen table he looked down to a blaster pistol that laid on one of the racks below the tabletop. Victor took the blaster pistol into his hand, tucking it into the inner pocket of his dirt covered lab coat. The clearing before him was small and humble, hosting his starship, a few randomly scattered tables and containers, and a series of cages on the other side of his ship.

"Let's get this over with." Victor stalked away from the table, passing by his starship to reach the far side of the camp. However, before he could reach the treeline, a piercing pain coursed through out his head. Victor rested a hand on his temple while his steps slowed to a stop. After a few moments the aches ended and he let out a soft exhale. The Doctor had yet to diagnose the cause of the pains, and the few pain medications he had were quickly running out.

"This is a pain, in more ways than one." He stated, adjusting his glasses before finally reaching the camp's perimeter. Victor knelt down, his eyes scanning over three thin wires that ran around the camps perimeter . He took notice that parts of the wire seemed to be slowly unraveling. "Two more nights....three at best."

He stood back to his full height, smirking at the darkness that surrounded him. "Guess getting disemboweled on this forsaken planet isn't the worse thing that could happen to me...."

Victor dipped his hand into his lab coat's pocket, producing a remote that controlled the only defensive measures he had to protect himself. Tapping the button on the remote he watched as the area became illuminated with small lanterns hanging from the trees above. Though they left him exposed he watched as the metallic wires hanging around his camp came to life with the low hum of electricity.

"Showtime....maybe I'll actually die tonight?" He questioned, producing a pack of cigarra's from his pocket. Upon opening the pack he saw that the pack was indeed empty, he had smoked his last one that morning. "Ok....hopefully I'll die tonight...." He muttered dryly.

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[Poe]

​I knelt in the underbrush, taking quick bites of the witch's body as her little sisters darted about searching for the monster that nearly destroyed their village. Overhead, the dark sanguine moon was eclipsed by clouds of ash, giving me cover. I held no fear of anything or anyone, but I possessed an insatiable hunger that could not be ignored, and even as my rugged, sharpened teeth dug into flesh; my chainsaw mouth quietly tore bits of meat from bone, with rivers of blood cascading down my chin.

"Quiet," ​came the dominating voice of a sister. Through my need to feast, I haphazardly stepped on a branch, the small twig pronouncing it's tiny sound like an overzealous orchestra playing to a crowd of heightened ears. Tossing the chewed bone aside, watching with sadness as the uneaten flesh forever lost danced into the foliage, I stepped out of the underbrush gripping the trio in a vise lie neck grip. I was no Sith Lord, yet, but I was growing in strength to rival my peers; and the trio would soon feel my teeth upon their flesh.

With the urge to close my hand into a powerful fist ball, I caught a blast to my back left shoulder blade; turning me into a stumbling fool, releasing the trio from their impending doom. ​Spinning around, I ignited the blade end of my exotic weapon, redirecting the next shots into the three sisters; killing them religiously. But the unseen sister kept firing, until I was able to put a pattern to her shots; dropping her body to the wet slicked ground.

​Staggering painfully, with a hand on my near ruined shoulder, I moved toward a clandestine set of lights; tripping over an unseen wire that sent volts of energy through my body. As my eyes tried to fade to black, I saw an unidentified man with a gaping jaw. In his eyes, I saw danger approaching, and igniting the lightwhips from the other end of my weapon; tossing them over my shoulder shredding the last enemy. Then darkness took me just as the catcalls of other sisters howled through the foliage.


[member="Victor Tesla"]

 

[ToKola Bakari]

"Another failure." Victor muttered, removing his gloves with a disinterested stare at the specimen on his table. Below him was the corpse of an arachnid, dissected to reveal it's venom sac which laid adjacent to it's heart. Attempting to ascertain the biological effect that a Dark Force nexus has on a domestic creature is much harder than when a foreign entity is brought into such an environment. Glancing at the datapad below him he tapped on it's screen, activating a built-in voice recorder.

"Data file....27 I think. After thirteen hours of observation and inspection all I was able to take from my current experimentation is that a Dark Force Nexus has an obvious, long-lasting effect on indigenous life. However, it is difficult to separate what characteristics are gained from the natural environment and what is purely the result of The Force, if there is any differentiation at all. Subject's deceased observation time has expired and I believe another two to three weeks of observation would be needed to-" Victor was cut off by the sound of commotion coming from nearby.

Taking a moment to adjust his glasses he listened intently, curious as to what could be producing such a racket. Noise of that sort was not good for Victor's life expectancy, especially this close to his camp.

It was not until he heard the soft crunch of footsteps impacting the ground that he took his blaster pistol from it's place within his lab coat. Through the darkness emerged a woman, obviously injured and not seeming to be the most friendly. Even with Victor's minimal force training he could sense the darkness emerging from the woman, even on this hellish planet she was a beacon of the Dark Side.

Curious... He thought, his eyes widening as she grew closer. "Oh hell, hey wa-!" His words found silence when he heard a loud shock erupt from the electric fence he had erected. "Idiot..." Victor muttered, cutting his eyes at the sight of the woman being shocked by the fence.

Taking the switch from his pocket Victor deactivated the electric fence surrounding him, stopping the shocks the woman was no doubt experiencing. He approached her, his hands digging back into his pockets as he exhaled. "You look like hell." He called out, but only moments later he watched as a nightsister erupted from the darkness behind her. Victor's steps halted, his hand on the switch, curious as to what was going to happen next.

As the woman turned on a heel, dispatching the enemy Victor simple raised a brow at the display. It was not until the woman collapsed on the ground that the Doctor ran a hand over his temple. "Well....I guess she will be safe right-." A loud waling roared through the jungle, causing Victor to sigh audibly. "Yea....they'd probably kill her.....Damn it. I was enjoying my hermit thing." Moving with a decent amount of haste Victor rushed over to the woman, taking her into his arms with a loud grunt. "Kark....she's talll." Finally picking her up Victor made his way to the Nubian star skiff that settled in the middle of the camp.

Glancing down at the woman he arched a brow at her before shrugging. "Cute girl." He muttered as he made his way up his ship's loading ramp. Victor made his way inside to a small bunk, setting the woman down on it.

Producing the switch to his electronic fence Victor turned the device on once again, offering some small semblance of protection. With the same device he deactivated the lights illuminating the clearing, feeling no need to draw attention to his camp. Victor had dealt with some crazy women in his time, but the nightsisters were another type of crazy entirely.

Pulling off the dirtied lab coat he had been adorned in Victor made his way to a nearby medical station, equipped with a broad array of supplies for the Doctor's use. Taking a few items he made his way back to the woman, wondering if he was making a mistake in helping her. "Are you awake?" He called out to her in a clear voice, tapping her shoulder as he did.

Noticing the rise and fall of her chest he knew she was still alive, though her shoulder would most definitely need to be attended to. "I'm a Doctor, if you can hear me try to move, if not just sit there silently."

[member="Satia the Cruel"]