Birth of a monster (Invite Only)

[Boethiah]

Anja felt the beast succumb under the pressure of her powers; sending a satisfactory chill throughout her body. Her attention immediately went away from the remaining conflict and towards the figure laying on the table. She placed one of her hands along what remained of his cheek, getting a feel of who this being was -- touching his spirituality with her magic to sense the disturbances inside his mind. "Why have you called to me?", she pulled away her hand and walked towards the opposite end of the table, examining his remains along the way.

Her curiosity had noticed every little detail and her power continued to breach from her, extending itself like gravity to the force sensitive. Her feet carefully maneuvered the corpse of the beast she had just slain, her boots stained in its black secretions. Her hand glided along the edge of the surgical table, the fingers dancing over any obstacle attached to the smooth surface; touching blood here and there. Finally she stopped to face him from the other end, looking down as her pale-blue eyes; glaring and menacing, stared right through him

[member="Viktor Romanov"]

[member="Xilo Gale"]

 

[Viktor Romanov]

[member="Anja Aj'Rou"] [member=Xilo Gale]

Viktor hoped that the massive beast was still alive, the laser would need to be adjusted however, that was far too much damage to the beast. The wily one was still conscious however and Viktor would need to correct that. He had the droids activate their stun sticks and form a wall forcing the beast off the giant's body. As soon as the wall had passed beyond the wounded one, Viktor had a surgical droid begin to stabilize it as the others carried it off into one of the heavy holding cells where it would not be able to break out.

As the big one was carried off, Viktor looked at the wily one being scared into a corner. Viktor would love to be able to remove it's wily genes and splice them with the big ones savagery and strength into one. Then Viktor remember both his subject and the third beast, so he had to quickly dispatch this one so that he could find the last. Viktor grabbed his staff as his drois surrounded the last one. "When you have captured him, bring his to the operating room. I need him alive." Viktor brushed his cape to the side and stormed off towards his test subject.

 

[Xilo Gale]

Backing away from the security droids the beat growled and roared at them as it was forced away from it's brother. It tried to press forward but was forced back as the droids prodded it with their staffs. The creature tried to shout but all that came out was nothing but a bunch of garbled growls and shrieks. It hated Viktor! Ithated the droids! All it wanted was to get back to it's blood brother that was being taken away from it. Pouncing forward onto one of the droids it stomped on it's torso trying to crush it but was quickly shocked by another and forced away. Prod after prod the creature was forced back into a corner each shock hurting it. Finally three of the droids drove all of their staffs into the creature at once. It cried out like a wounded animal begging for forgiveness before going limp.

[member="Viktor Romanov"]

The first thing Xilo truly felt since being nearly killed at the hands of Kezeroth was a hand on his cheek. It may not have been meant to comfort the man but it did. It had been so long since someone had did that to him. His mother had died years ago and was the only one to have done that to him. Tears left the psychopaths eyes as for the first time since he had escaped his fathers torture. He finally felt sadness as thoughts of how he had never grown up with a normal family filled him. How he had been shipped off to other schools only coming home three times a year. How one of the times when he returned he found his mother being experimented on.

Looking over at the women Xilo saw her he looked into her pale blue eyes with his own sickly yellow ones. Reaching out to trying to take her hand Xilo found the limb to heavy to move. "I don't want to die here. I have to much le-" Xilo began to say having to take a deep raspy breath after each word. "I must kill Kezeroth. I mu-" Xilo was cut off once again by a fit of coughs. "I just can't yet." Xilo said his eyes watering and the color in them beginning to dull. The machine tracking his heartrate showed his beat slowing down almost to the point of death.

[member="Anja Aj'Rou"]

 

[Boethiah]

Anja looked towards him as his life began to fade, she approached him from her continued path back around like the hand of a clock. Once more her hand brushed up against his cheek; radiating with powerful darkness that would reach into him like a thousand needles to jolt his senses back. It was honestly unintentional. Her own power was attracted to his dying release like a vulture circling its prey before striking moments before the final breath. "Revenge, then?", she whispered softly. It was a path that she had little interest in; although the darkside relied on such feeble natures there were other ways of obtaining its power even in the darkest, blackest, sense. Through the lack of remorse and letting go the very concept of life one could begin to steadily descend down the path into the darkest recesses of their powers. What gains awaited came in powerful boons that unleashed new arts, new magics, that before were thought to be long since lost.

The former power of ancient Sith Lords tapped into his body like a heartbeat; a soft bellow pumping through him. "Then don't die.", she added after a pause in response to his final statement. If he truly didn't want to die, if he truly couldn't die, then he wouldn't. At least not here which seemed like whomever owned the facility was more interested in keeping him alive than letting him die; she couldn't see any other need for the medical table. Of course then again one of her own servants used a medical facility for torture rather than healing; never even having the qualifications of a doctor or medic.

The Host Lord simply waited to see what would happen -- nearly ignoring the other person rushing towards them.

[member="Viktor Romanov"]

[member="Xilo Gale"]

 

[Viktor Romanov]

[member="Anja Aj'Rou"] [member="Xilo Gale"]

After containing the two beasts Viktor headed back towards operation, with a few of his security droids that hadn't been destroyed with him. The third beast was still on the loose and it would be out for blood, Viktor's blood. He went to check on his patient, to make sure his face hadn't been eaten off, Viktor did not enjoy losing assets and a specimen with rage like this would be hard to replace. The rage would allow for more risky situations, and Viktor could try more of his science and alchemy out on him. Rage was a fuel that was unlimited, it is the fuel of the Sith and is what drives and keeps them alive. He would be able to combine all three specimen into this man's body, hopefully with his rage he would not fully mutate into whatever had happened to these creatures.

As Viktor walked into the operating room and was surprised to see a woman holding the specimen's face, what emotions ran through her he could not see. The security droids all raised there guns towards the woman and it was at this moment that Viktor saw the third specimen. He was bothered, but his face had been covered by his mask as he returned his attention to the girl. "It is not often that I find a witch scouring my laboratory, who are you?" Viktor kept an authoritative position as some surgical droids closed in on the last creature.

 

[Xilo Gale]

[member="Anja Aj'Rou"] [member="Viktor Romanov"]

The women asked if he wanted revenge as though she couldn't see what he had become. Xilo's temper flared but even in his feeble state he dare not lash out after the women not after seeing what she had done to the creature that had attacked him. But when she told him not to die one of Xilo's eyes twitched. How dare she tell him what to do? No one gave him orders, not even his master. Trying to lean up Xilo realized he couldn't move what remained of his lower half nor his waist so reaching out into the force he had it pull his upperbody into a sitting stance. The movement had been to sudden and sent Xilo into a coughing fit blood flying out his mouth and fleking across himself and the surgical table. His yellow eyes burning like a sun he looked at the women before turning his head to the scientist as he entered the room. "I... Will.... Not die. And you two... Will help me." Xilo said to both the scientist and the witch. His hatred burning brighter then a star going supernova. He had to kill Kezeroth or at least do his best to try. He had never heard of anyone killing a Gen'dai but he was willing to try. Even if it meant becoming one to give himself a better chance. Using the force to lay himself back onto the surgical table Xilo looked up at the ceiling having said his words.

 

[Boethiah]

Anja briefly turned to the newcomer, listening to to his question. "I am who I am.", he said before turning back to Xilo -- he seemed quite angry about everything; determined to live. Of course he wanted something but demands weren't going to do much. Perhaps that was just his way of dealing with the pain and trauma. Whatever happened to him wasn't going to just go away and would probably mark him for the rest of his life. Either way the single fact remained, "You're dying. You are in no position to demand anything.", she stated. "Why should I help you?", the added words ringed with a sly undertone -- not that she wanted anything. Someone like her had few desires and what desires she had came at a far greater cost than helping someone survive.

The Host Lord pulled herself away from the table, looking down at the patient before back to the new arrival. "Laboratory? Hmph. And here I thought you were a doctor.", her little jest was dark but she was Umbaran, their race was known for having a rather sinister humour and she herself wasn't usually one for making jokes. The situation was quite gruesome. She had only just arrived on the world a few days ago, to see what the alliance between her people and The Sith could bear witness to. "I'm not a Witch, doctor. I'm well beyond your understanding.", she finally added before taking a few steps towards the way she came in; turning around for a final look back.

"Now, you really don't interest me but... I suppose I was called here for a reason.", her hand rested against the doorway, waiting to have the door slide open again unless the one of them could peak her interest and tell her what's going on.

[member="Xilo Gale"] @Vikotr Romanov

 

[Viktor Romanov]

[member="Xilo Gale"] [member="Anja Aj'Rou"]

Viktor was annoyed with the woman, she spoke too incoherently and vaguely a trait Viktor detested. He was tempted to end her life at that very moment, but she could prove useful in his endeavours. He ignored the fact that she had avoided his question about who she was and got straight to the things that were bothering him. "Why are you getting close to my subject, and doctor is the proper term for a scientist, witch." He went over towards his machines all the while trying to look at the girl who had entered the room, he grabbed a tool from the bench and held it in his hands as he examined it.

 

[Boethiah]

"He called to me.", she said. Her eyes gazed over the subject and then back to [member="Viktor Romanov"] , the pale-blue orbs stared with malice "Witch?", she thought to herself and said it.

The word ringed well. "I suppose that is a befitting term for my usage in magic.", her feet moved a few steps closer to the scientist. She couldn't read him well but she knew he was irritable; probably due to this mess.

"Now. Tell me. What ever could be happening here?", her feet stopped -- her position was further back in than before; he was curious enough to consider staying. Whatever was going on did peak her interests but not enough just yet.

 

[Viktor Romanov]

[member="Anja Aj'Rou"]

Viktor continued wandering the room, staring at the witch who was beginning to question his sciences. "Subject 712, or as you called him, Xilo, is being prepared for surgery. I plan to rebuild him into something stronger using my alchemy, a sithspawn that I can control." Viktor was planning on using this new creature to help him on his way to becoming not only a Sith Lord, but he part of his revolutionary army, but that was for another time. For now all he had to do was to combine this charred corpse with the Gen'dai genes that he had recovered from the undercity.

 

[Boethiah]

Anja looked back to the 'subject' and then back at Viktor. "Now, you wouldn't have told me unless you've found a need.", she said as she re-approached the subject. Her eyes looked over his body again, examining the details and damage.

"You Sith never cease to surprise me. What could you possibly gain from this body?", she said quietly -- just enough to be heard. The body seemed to be in a hopeless condition. She wasn't a doctor nor a scientist by any means but just about anyone with common sense would give up on him. Whatever this [member="Viktor Romanov"] saw, it wasn't going to be simple and the chances of failure were probably high. This level of ambition was deemed attractive by the Host Lord; she saw great interest in his endeavor and how it may possibly benefit her and The Primeval.

Her eyes looked back to the doctor, awaiting a response.

 

[Viktor Romanov]

[member="Anja Aj'Rou"] [member="Xilo Gale"]

The woman showed little emotion, a trait that she shared with Viktor, complete apathy. He appreciated that she seemed to both question and know why this experiment was being conducted by him. He put the tool he was fiddling with down on the spot that he had taken it from. "What I hope to gain from this experiment, witch, is a powerful servant with whom I can use to meet further goals later on." Viktor did not need the woman, but maybe she had something that he could use, witches were always at the very least useful for their power.

 

[Boethiah]

Anja was quite pleased that the man was being cooperative. "Powerful? And in your service...", she snickered at the thought; this would be an opportunity to test out her powers and perhaps expand on her own interests for The Primeval within this sector of the Galaxy, so close to The Republic -- sworn enemy of her ally.

"I may be able to provide you with my support.", she added. The thought of being able to test her magic in this regard was intriguing to say the least. There was so much she could obtain from this experience not to mention simply expanding her knowledge of such thins. Ever since her battle with a Jedi aboard her ship she had been solely interested in expanding her powers for the sake of her crusade. "What say you?", she took a few steps closer and rested a hand on the medical table. "Why don't we help each other out?", her eyes were just as piercing as before -- a trait of her race.

[member="Viktor Romanov"]

 

[Xilo Gale]

Xilo had laid on the surgical table completely silent as he focused on keeping himself alive the faint flutter of his heartbeat remaining steady. His hate pulling him on his rage was sustaining him, at least temporarily. He wasn't deaf though he had more then heard his fill on what the other two were talking about whether they realized it or not. Yet he let them keep speaking and he heard the scientists true plan what he had originally intended for Xilo. It actually made him smile, how he thought he would so willingly have a slave, Xilo's mind was still more than intact whether the others thought so or not. It was no longer filled with the aimless slaughter of innocents but thoughts of revenge. No one else meant anything to him, there was only one person out there that was truly on his list right now.

Finally deciding to break his long silence Xilo opened his mouth releasing a sigh that would sound more appropriate coming from a older gentlemen escaping his lips. "I will help both of you, but I will be no one's slave. I shall not stay beneath your thumb no matter what you try. What I can promise is that in helping me you'll both be helping yourselves. You'll have someone who owes you two their life and will help you in some of your upcoming endeavors." Xilo said letting the words sink in. He had spent enough years being beneath someone else's thumb. He was tired of his life being held in others hands. This would be the last time something like this would happen. "Do what you must."

[member="Anja Aj'Rou"]
[member="Viktor Romanov"]

 

[Viktor Romanov]

[member="Xilo Gale"] [member="Anja Aj'Rou"]

Viktor listened to the man as he pushed words through his charred throat, but his demands were completely unreasonable. Viktor began to wonder if the man thought that Viktor was here to help HIM. "Sorry friend, but this is not charity." Those would be the last words he shared with Xilo as he left the room to go check his machines, hopefully Xilo's rage would keep him from mutating like the other beasts did.

He went over the Gen'dai dna in his laboratory again, seeing what went wrong. It appeared that the others were not strong enough to contain the Gen'dai dna, so the subject would have to have more strength than a normal person. So Viktor grabbed a handful of strength stims and made his way back to the operating room.

 

[Boethiah]

Anja observed, waited, took a close look at everything that went on -- pacing back and forth; absorbing what details she could comprehend. "You seem so unconcerned.", she pointed the statement toward [member="Viktor Romanov"] , at his apathy towards the subject and the previously transpiring events. It was almost odd that he accepted her presence there or just didn't care too much about it. It wasn't complacency though, at least to her own observations. There was no point in questioning his motivations; for now the Host Lord simply waited.

Everything that is unknown will eventually enlighten those around it. Whatever this unknown was to Anja would soon become apparent.

[member="Xilo Gale"]

 

[Xilo Gale]

"This may not be a charity but I care very little. You can try what you want as long as it works. Good luck trying to make me a slave. Ask the last-" Xilo suddenly cut off the sentence realizing that the scientist had left the room not even waiting to listen to what he had to say. It was sad how uppity some Sith could be not seeing past their own ego. Yet Xilo was the same way, if he hadn't gotten to ahead of himself he wouldn't be in this position. Looking down his burnt body at his twisted and deformed legs Xilo wondered how any of this could be fixed. How would they repair him. He was nothing but a fraction of himself if even that. He had been abl;e to go toe to toe with a Gen'dai that could use the force. That had to count for something. The image of the Gen'dai popping into his head Xilo's teeth began to grind against one another. Why had the Gen'dai let him live though? Did he think he had actually died? Who knew? Xilo remembered how the GEn'dai said he'd never be a Sith before setting him on fire. Looking over at the Witch Xilo simply said "Earlier you told me I was in no position to demand anything, but I'm not demanding. I'm asking. I offer you my allegiance if you help me in this endeavor and don't let him have me."

[member="Anja Aj'Rou"]
[member="Viktor Romanov"]

 

[Viktor Romanov]

[member="Anja Aj'Rou"] [member=Xilo Gale]

Viktor turned his attention back to the woman, away from his worktable. She obviously had not met a man like himself before, little people had. No one understood why Viktor had thrown away his emotions, even he himself sometimes questions it. Then his focus came back to the witch. "Science is bound by petty morality, so I decided to throw it away." Then his gaze turned to what was left of Xilo as he tried to plea with the witch. "I don't concern myself with the dead." Viktor had no thought about the man he was destroying, only the monster he was creating. Then Viktor turned back to his machines in an attempt to regain his tests on the creatures as he tested some ways of combining the man's dna to the Gen'dai's. He lifted his head from his tools, keeping his gaze to them. "How about you, you have a certain distantness that I find... interestingg. So I return the question, why?"

 

[Boethiah]

The answer was quite simple really, at least for her, "We're already dead.", she stated. There was no elaboration -- it was left at that. Nonetheless she had given a subtle gaze to [member="Xilo Gale"] based on his request to her. Whatever that meant was for him to figure out, for now she was interested in learning the next steps to this 'procedure' that was about to happen. She may not have been a scientist but she was far from close-minded, somewhat ironic coming from a very zealous woman.

"How were these wounds sustained?", she asked curiously. The thought probably didn't matter to [member="Viktor Romanov"] but it likely did to Xilo; he after all did speak of revenge. Vengeance was a powerful momentum yet even more so it was dangerous, especially to oneself.

 

[Xilo Gale]

Listening to the two chatter Xilo had begun to feel his eyes becoming heavy, he may be sustaining himself off his rage but he couldn't continue such a feat forever. Then just when he thought about giving it all up the Witch asked how he had sustained his wounds. Eyes shooting open Xilo saw nothing but red. "KEZEROTH!" Xilo screamed his heart rate shooting back up almost instantaniously. "He did this to me. He hunted me, he broke my legs and tried to take everything from me! That Gen'dai bastard! I swear when I see him again I will rip him asunder to the point where it will take him months if not years to heal!" Xilo yelled his yellow eyes brightening as he tried to move from the surgical table to no avail. With a broken spine and destroyed legs he'd be going nowhere. It was almost impossible for him to move his arms now. But his head rotated between the witch and the doctor his teeth bared like a wild animals. "I hate him! I'll kill him. Do what you must!" Xilo told the scientist giving in to the experiment. Not like he had a choice.

[member="Anja Aj'Rou"]
[member="Viktor Romanov"]