The White Wolf
Dog of the Sith
(((So in this i am pretty much looking for anyone willing to simply talk to 13 and bring him out of his depression and such. He needs someone to talk to mostly. Training of his delicate mind)))
13 had never thought he would see this again...but thanks to some of the technology in the jedi temple a computer hacker managed to find footage of the final recording of 13's original home with his creators. 13 stood behind the man in the seat holding the stuffed animal that Feena had given to him a few days before as he watched the video come to life. It was not a hologram but an actual video log, one of hundreds. A man with dirty brown hair walked in front of the recorder and collapsed on the chair, his white coat badly torn and some of it stained in bloody handprints. His glassed cracked and broken. 13 recognized the man instantly...it was his creator. The one he spent most of his time with. He looked worn out and afraid, screaming was in the distance of the video and he lened in closer to the recording. Beginning to speak. 'My name...is Dr. Abstergo Vatnettie. I was...' He paused and looked away as a single tear down his cheek before he continued. "Am...the main researcher...and finder of the breeding program known as Project 0 aboard the unoborus. I may be the soul survivor." The screen turned to static as others started peaking in from the outside and pilling into the large room that looked almost like a large office and watched the screen. Abstergo continued.
'Five years ago, we had a breakthrough. After twenty years of research and collecting the right specimens we finally found a match." He said gravely as more screamed seemed to spook him. Mumbles in the room erupted quietly as the video went on. "Due to genetic enhancements of DNA over the past decade my goal was to create the perfect weapon. And we finally completed our goal. We call him...subject 13." The recording went away from him and showed clips of a small boy with white hair sitting on a table...wires all hooked into his skin and objects around the room just hovered in the air. It took a moment for 13 to realize it was himself at the age of five. He felt eyes on him and he squeezed the stuffed animal and shrunk in his shell. One of the doctors who were in the temple wanted to see these logs...and now he got his wish.
13 had never thought he would see this again...but thanks to some of the technology in the jedi temple a computer hacker managed to find footage of the final recording of 13's original home with his creators. 13 stood behind the man in the seat holding the stuffed animal that Feena had given to him a few days before as he watched the video come to life. It was not a hologram but an actual video log, one of hundreds. A man with dirty brown hair walked in front of the recorder and collapsed on the chair, his white coat badly torn and some of it stained in bloody handprints. His glassed cracked and broken. 13 recognized the man instantly...it was his creator. The one he spent most of his time with. He looked worn out and afraid, screaming was in the distance of the video and he lened in closer to the recording. Beginning to speak. 'My name...is Dr. Abstergo Vatnettie. I was...' He paused and looked away as a single tear down his cheek before he continued. "Am...the main researcher...and finder of the breeding program known as Project 0 aboard the unoborus. I may be the soul survivor." The screen turned to static as others started peaking in from the outside and pilling into the large room that looked almost like a large office and watched the screen. Abstergo continued.
'Five years ago, we had a breakthrough. After twenty years of research and collecting the right specimens we finally found a match." He said gravely as more screamed seemed to spook him. Mumbles in the room erupted quietly as the video went on. "Due to genetic enhancements of DNA over the past decade my goal was to create the perfect weapon. And we finally completed our goal. We call him...subject 13." The recording went away from him and showed clips of a small boy with white hair sitting on a table...wires all hooked into his skin and objects around the room just hovered in the air. It took a moment for 13 to realize it was himself at the age of five. He felt eyes on him and he squeezed the stuffed animal and shrunk in his shell. One of the doctors who were in the temple wanted to see these logs...and now he got his wish.
