Craig Locke
Not With A Bang, But A Whimper
Locke began to stir, disturbed from his sleep. He was restrained, tied to a table, where IVs and medical droids worked on his broken body. No doubt they would eventually find out about his 'service' in the Sith Empire through a DNA sample. He felt the needles and incision tools going through his body, probing and mending, and that groggy feeling that told him they had tried to sedate him. It was odd how the Sith treated their prisoners, healing them and then breaking their bodies. Then it suddenly hit him. He was captured.
"No, no, NO!" Locke cried out. He struggled fruitlessly against his bonds, stims flooding his body with adrenaline. The droids noted the implants and procured a massive sedation, enough to kill several men. Locke's world began to spin as the dose took effect. It wouldn't knock him out, but it would keep him calm enough for the operations...
[member="Ruby Wilded"] [member="Darth Ferus"]
"No, no, NO!" Locke cried out. He struggled fruitlessly against his bonds, stims flooding his body with adrenaline. The droids noted the implants and procured a massive sedation, enough to kill several men. Locke's world began to spin as the dose took effect. It wouldn't knock him out, but it would keep him calm enough for the operations...
[member="Ruby Wilded"] [member="Darth Ferus"]