Bastion
Ravelin Secondary Hospital
Nightfall Wing
Ben was not doing so well at this point. It would come to no surprise to anyone that his age had finally taken his toll on his body. Unfroze out of time at the mere age of thirty-two, seven years had passed and now he was thirty-nine years old. Two months prior, he had done a daring raid with a particular human, a way to take possibly another chance at life. He had succeeded but at a cost, his own body had been beaten in a bad physical contact fight, barely surviving by the one who pulled him out. After going through a local medical center and being stabilized was he given the awful truth. His organs tried to produce the necessary stream of nutrients to help repair his body, two left ribs broken and his right wrist shattered beyond repair...but nothing could be done. Surgery was given to as an option but he knew his time was starting to come, he could not escape old age. When he had a singular heart failure on his trip to Bastion, nothing more than in a sling, he was quickly brought to the Ravelin Secondary Hospital where he was given another blow to his age. The second heart he had failed and with the risk associated with his age, they told him to prepare for death. He was given three days to live, hooked up to a near stand that helped process the blood in him and to assist his second heart. Being put into a specialized room, with the door sealed shut so he could not leave, being considered a near death case. Hospice was down the ladder, checking on him every three hours with a constant monitoring system overhead.
In the room, he had very little to talk in possessions. He had no lightsaber anymore, shattered to bits, his own blaster was confiscated with much of his other things, including his specialized suit though he shared no ill thought towards it. They were merely doing their job...though they left him with his datapad, something that was generally a mistake for anyone who knew of his old life and within an hour, he had the whole hospitals network completely under his thumb. The Chadra-Fan could have done anything, ransom for medical records, hold Doctors ill-advised messages hostage but...what would be the use for a man dead the next day? No, he did it for a few comforts, mainly some better food from the cafeteria and an upgrade to where his bed would flex and move to his desire. The most important he did however, was give out a specialized order to retrieve a set of vials in a container from the confiscation area. It was easy to trick an intern, have the doors unlock at the right time and get people distracted to where no one would notice. When it was finally delivered to him, he kept it nearby and made the excuse it was medication and some somber memory thing with the case. Hospice bought it of course, knowing anything he did now would only accelerate his death...but this was the opposite.
The day before, when he finally got that case, he had opened it up and debated if he should use any of the three vials. That whole job two months ago...was to retrieve these, ancient vials of a failed biological virus that long since been immunized throughout the public. However these were not made to really kill, no it was a virus to change the entire anatomy of the body. On Derra IV, where it was discovered on pure accident from a laboratory being attacked right before he was frozen in Carbonite, on ABY 14. The mixture of chemicals produced a wide spread virus, being able to melt a persons skin, liquify their organs but it did so much differently than imagined. After a day, it had mutated drastically to whomever it had bred from the dying body, turning itself almost into a metamorphosis virus, attempting to accelerate the death rate. However, it had failed to do so, actually dropping the death rate to a fifth which, while painful, changed merely the biological being into something entirely new. This went on for years till a mass immunization effort finally culled the virus as the only way it could spread, was through dead corpses and could potentially have an incubation period of several years before it ever activated.
However, before him in his hands were three of the vials contained. Test samples, genetically modified to give to subjects well beyond all peoples immunizations some eight hundred years ago to study if the virus was suppressed. Modified...to be given results in less than a few minutes. Grabbing the case in front of him again, he would pull it close as he felt somewhat weak, even picking up a small container was a chore at this point. Opening up the case as it hissed with a blow of cold air striking his furry face, he would be greeted with a glowing purple like liquid in each one as they were vials the size of ones hand. Instructions given in basic on how to ingest it and to ensure that a physician is nearby in case of transformation. Each one would be labeled as well, the Chadra-Fan knowing the vials months before in preparation but they were crudely labeled, making anyone else have a guessing game with them.
The Vials...said CHA, RAT, and ROD. Each one was a singular vial, containing the DNA of a single species mixed into the virus to force the change into the pre-determined species. Once changed, the virus would generally either make the person younger or older, depending mainly on the victim the DNA came from originally. It was essentially at this point, a drug that can change anyone, to cheat death...to given another chance, a way to beat age, a way to beat death. The only way to take this? Through ingestion as the virus had been changed dramatically instead of being transmitted through the air and moisture particles. The virus could no longer survive outside its case for more than a minute, age having taken its toll on the virus dramatically and has to be stay frozen for long periods of time.
The Chadra-Fan got these at first...to stop himself from dying of old age. Ben lost so much of his life when he went forward eight hundred years in carbonite freezing, everyone was dead, his boyfriend had betrayed him...and there was almost nothing left to live for. He felt cheated, wanting to take another chance at life! But as he sat there over that day, he also considered that perhaps, death was not so bad. He had suffered greatly over the years, his whole body was in ruins and felt tired nearly all the time. The man...just had nothing left to live for, his time was coming to a close and even his vast mind in technology could not catch up to the best of todays new technology. He was left behind...left alone. He could hear in the back of his mind also that this was going against nature, the natural order of the Force. But even the Force had left him...after taking so much Force Energy within him in his failed venture with the pirates against the Sith, almost severing his own connection.
Even though it been two months, he could barely feel it, as if it had abandoned him to his fate of growing old, to let him die off for his choice to defend others. Gently closing the case again, he let it lay on his lap as he could not decide what should become of himself. He tried in his dreams, but the Force apparently had other ideas, letting himself see images of the future, seeing not so far off, Bastion was being burnt to the ground, in almost extremely vivid detail. He knew Bastion had been conquered by the New Imperial Order some years ago but this...it meant the revival of the Sith Empire. But he decided...to not tell anyone when he had awoke. Why let people get riled up from a potential person being soon to die? They would consider it dreams of him soon to die, to see his sins played out in his mind...no one would believe he had the powers of the Force, not anymore.
Turning to the left side, he slowly pressed a few buttons as it started to show an outside view of Bastion, seeing the sky a good orange hue as it slowly started to go into nightfall...curiously, the same name as the wing he was put in, people who were soon to be dead. The moon would slowly rise as he sighed gently, looking back at the case as he gently rubbed the top of it.
He really wished...right now, someone could give him some advice before the night ends.
Was he to live, to change the laws of nature to give himself a second lifetime?
Or was he destined to finally die and to be put to rest?
