Finding the answer

[ToKola Bakari]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hWaNoK3gN6M​

Deeply hidden in the bogs of Dathomir was a small structure, a minuscule shack barely noticeable to the naked eye, hidden by the planet's thick fog. The building was home to a far more sinister evil then Dathomir had ever hosted, an evil far more destructive and merciless then the Nighsisters who claimed this world as their home. An evil that was sure to live on until the end of days, progress.

Victor Tesla, a Doctor whom often found himself musing on the mysteries of the galaxy and her children, stood before a durasteel table. His normally sooty lab coat was repeatedly stained with a crimson liquid that was unmistakable as blood. A dim light illuminated the room he stood in, a hidden bunker by it's looks, outfitted with all manner of medical equipment. During his time on Commenor in the service of the Queen he had allocated the funds needed for his secret lab, and finally it was a reality.

An ear piercing scream erupted from the bunker, however the sound went no further as the lab was completely sound proof.

"DAAAAAMN YOUUU!" A voice yelled out in combination with the scream.

​Tesla adjusted the glasses on his face, the scream brining him no amount of discomfort as he looked over the flayed body that laid before him. A woman, of prime age, was bound to the table in front of the doctor. Her closed stripped away and only a thin sheet laid over her to give an iota of decency. However, below the cloth, towards her abdomen she had been cut open as if a lab experiment for a student yet in schooling. The outer layer of skin covering her belly had been shaved away, leaving only an irritated layer of her dermis in check. Small pools of blood began to well over the area and Tesla quickly used a large puff of cotton to empty the pools.

"Hush now, I do not want you to strain your vocal cords." He said, advising as if a medical Doctor worried about her health. "They can be of use to me." He completed.

Tears welled in the woman's eyes as she fought against the restraints holding her to the table, yet the good doctor had seen to her sedation, leaving her far too weak for such excess struggle.

Producing a scalpel from a pan beside the table he pressed a hand over the Nighsister's exposed skin. "Your skin is more thin then I would have guessed....this will be painful." He explained. Her sedation was enough to relieve her of strength but not rob her of the pain from his observation.

He allowed the scalpel to pierce through her skin, a small tear of blood falling down her side and onto the table beneath her. As his scalpel traced the width of her abdomen her screams became louder and louder until finally she was only capable of harsh squeals, revealing the possibility of her already damaging her vocal cords. "Why do my patients never listen?" Tesla asked himself with a tired sigh as he cut the rest of her skin from her abdomen.

After producing a rather clean cut he pulled the flap from the woman, allowing it to rest on the table beside her. Tesla's eyes grew wide as he watched her organs work through the exposure he had created. "Never ceases to amaze." He enthused.

After a moment he allowed his gloves hand to softly rub over her left kidney, testing it for any sign of deformity. "We'll take this first." Again she screamed, and again the Doctor adjusted his glasses, ignoring the loud wretch of a patient.

 

[Teresa Zambrano | Darth Pellax]

[member="Victor Tesla"]

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Her shuttle came into land at a small village she had once stolen a ship from back on her last visit. It was ironic to be returning after she sworn to never return. The girl had planned ahead and hired some goons to watch her ship during her time here. They drove a hard bargain but explosive collars seem to be some what persuasive. After all they'd get paid when she did and a hundred credits for standing around for a few days was fair. Besides at least she knew they'd not run off.

The ramp behind her hissed as it opened ejecting a white smoke. Shed stand up and pull the hood over her head as the girl walked off the small shuttle. The sky was a misty red much like the last time but it seemed darker due a season change possibly. "Stay here go any further than that food stall your heads will pop. Have fun boys." Teresa walked to the stall and looked at the old lady with a hunched back and long white hair that was platted. "Here's fifty credits. It should cover their food for a few days." She said pointing to the goons. The lady looked up to the girl in robes with the saber on show. There was a hint of fear from her. The stain of the empire wiping out the original night sisters lingered on the people here.

Force users was also feared as it had been drilled in to them by the mandalorian's propaganda. They was right to fear her. The girl wouldn't think twice of cutting inferior beings down. "Also where can i go to find information here?" Her voice carried a hint of a serious tone with little inflection in her words. "T-th-there's a p-place that bounty hunters go just outside the village." The woman said with a nervous stutter. "Good. Now I was never here got that?" "Y-yes mi-miss." Teresa didn't have much information on the Rattataki woman that was her target. All she had was a picture and the name Haysi.

 

[ToKola Bakari]

It was not long until Victor's patient had passed out, the deafening screeches of her pain finally finding silence in their place. As his hands moved to remove what remained of her kidney he could feel a small pool of blood forming in it's place. Again, the Doctor would clean the area with a large cotton ball before setting the kidney besides the woman's neck. "Slightly smaller than average, but not entirely mutated. Curios." He said, before moving on to her stomach. A small machine was set beside the table, a long tube connected to the device.

With no hesitation Victor moved towards esophagus that led to the stomach, severing it from the organ. As a grungy liquid slowly flowed from the esophagus Victor connected it to the tube beside him. Automatically the machine started to make a low whirring noise. A green light came on to the machine and once it had, Victor began cutting at the organ once more, removing it from the intestinal tract entirely. After connect a second hose in the stomach's place he waited until a second light came on.

As the light came on the Doctor let out a breath of relief when the soft whirring remained. "Atta girl. You're very strong." He complemented. As she remain hooked to the machine the man brought the severed stomach over to his side of the table, looking it over curiously.

"Let us see." He muttered before pulling another tray towards the table. He laid the organ on the smooth surface and immediately began to cut into it with his scalpel. A mixture of brown and green liquids flowed from the organ as a foul stench filled his nostrils. Closing his eyes for a moment he shook his head before using the butt of his scalpel to sort through the thickened liquid. "Diet..Omnivore....lot's of liquids...nothing exceptional here."

After setting the scalpel down Victor removed his gloves, careful not to get any of the disgusting bile that flowed from the severed stomach on his hands. Once they were removed he set them down beside the organ, reaching for a fresh pair of gloves.

The pristine gloves were fresh to his sweaty hands and a shallow relief as he turned back to his patient. "You're almost done my dear, you've done wonderfully." He stated.

[member="Teresa Shan"]

 

[Teresa Zambrano | Darth Pellax]

[member="Victor Tesla"]

The girl made her way out the village in search of the place where lowlifes gather. It wasn't so hard to find by the sight of run down hunters drunk and passed out by the front. A small corner of a window also had a hole from where a blaster had pierced it. She could only think how typical of low life scum. The amount of times a hunter had gotten between her and a target was enough to have grown a dislike to them all. The girl walked inside and gained some looks. Although right now she'd have to grit her teeth and ignore it till she had some information.

Teresa went straight up to the bar where there was s man lent against the back talking to a zebrak hunter. As she sat he'd walk over finishing up what every they spoke about. "How can I help ya miss?" He'd ask in a raspy voice. "Who here is best to ask for information?" "Sorry hun but you'll need to buy a drink before I tell ya." "Fine, zeltron mist on the rocks." It was a light pink drink that was very little alcohol but turned purple as the ice melted in it. "Coming right up miss, and you want that guy over in the corner. If you need to know anything on this world he's who you go too." He'd point to a man slouching and tipping in his seat wearing a large hat. One famously worn by smugglers. "Bring it over when it's done." She'd say as she stood up to weave her way through tables.

The girl sat down once again across from the person who'd apparently have the information she needed. "Hey I'm looking for a woman who may be hiding here. I need to know if you've seen her and where she last was." "That narrows it down doll, gimi a name." "Heysi." Teresa said as she also showed the image of the woman. "Yeah I've a rough idea. Let's see, let's see. She's wanted for theft, burglary and attempted murder. If that's her then she went south west of here about three days ago. No one has seen her since so she's gone off grid." She could see the barman walk over with her drink although she had gotten what she needed now. "Here ya go miss." "Put it on my tab, I'll be here a few days." "Yeah no problem, say what ya name so I can set it up?" "Sian."

She stood up holding her drink in her hand. "A a aaa. I'll take my payment now, six hundred will do fine." Even if Teresa has that kind of credits she'd still not pay him. "Make you a deal. What ever you drink the next few days put it on my tab if it reaches six hundred we'll call it even. Besides I can only assume that's where your credits are going to go anyway." She didn't face him as she spoke as her attention was slightly focused else where. "Ohh you wound me doll, but you have yourself a deal." It was humorous to think that both of them thought she'd be coming back.

By now the lighter would be close to a barrel of highly flammable liquid. One that's used in the drink she had. It's tap would turn as the flame ignighted from the lighter sending it up in flames till the barrel exoded raining fire across the place. Her lighter would snap back to her hand as she rushed the door pushing people out the way. One or two had made it out before her but they ran straight off. As for Teresa she held the door shut with the force as she fused it together with the purple blade of the saber. The building quickly took to the fire causing those inside to scream and run about.

 

[ToKola Bakari]

​As the evening ran into the night Victor continued to perform his dissection of the wayward nightsister. Finding no joy in her pain nor the unsystematic flurries of screams she gave out between drifting in and out of consciousness. It was merely research, science.

He looked down at what laid before him in a contemplative glare as he crossed his arms over his chest. Having come out of yet another pair of gloves the small blotches of blood had long turned into long degrading streaks and large stains that reeked of the crimson liquid. The nightsister, now separated from what remained of her epidermis, was revealed as a living corpse spun into a world of infinite pain.

As the air conditioning blew over her dermis she let out shallow breathes, a soft wheeze occasionally echoed through the chamber as she attempted to scream. But no more, her vocal cords were severely ruined, to the point where Tesla felt no reason to even observe them.

All excess parts of the body such as her fingernails, eyelids, tongue, lips, nose, toes, fingers, earlobes, and toenails had been removed in a systematic operation where they were placed directly near the body in an organized diagram to what the woman used to be. Her bloodshot eyes stared at the ceiling, her clear tears long since been replaced by a steady trickle of blood.

After all the work to be done the Doctor was no closer to the answer he sought and it vexed him more than he wished to admit.

The woman, if she could even be called such anymore after having the more sensitive organs of that nature removed and disposed of, had her jaw clamped open with a small vacuum set in the corner of her mouth, making sure she did not drown in a puddle of her own blood. Even through that clamp she continued to mutter one statement, in a desperate, exhausted, incoherent tone.

"Kill.....me...." She begged, wanting the hellish torment of the past seven hours to come to an end. No longer were dreams of escape or revenge hosted in her mind, at this point in time she now wished for nothing more than the sweet release of death. Her head having been scalped and showing what one could only guess was her brain, there was little to no fate left in the woman but death, sadly it was not in that moment.

"I'm afriad not, we have sixteen more hours before I can consider such. Unless you die before then I'm afraid I'll have to ask you to be patient." Tesla explained, his tone cool and composed.

[member="Teresa Shan"]

 

[Teresa Zambrano | Darth Pellax]

[member="Victor Tesla"]

Night began to fall as the girl walked south west. The sky had turned into a hellish red. It's one thing she never understood about this world. Why was there so many shades of red but other colours lacked here. Still it seemed pretty she couldn't deny it was weird though. The dirt beneath her feet started to squelch. Mud trailed up her boots each step making her feet heavier. "Grate just what I bloody need." She'd say to herself. The girl had been walking for hours and the ground here was no place to set up for the night.

By the time she hit a dry patch again nightfall was fully upon this area of the world. Her view of the sky was blocked by the canopy of leaves and branches. The girl move towards a thin tree that reached high and sliced through the bottom. As it fell she'd stand out the way. It made a loud noise as branches snapped in it's way then another as it hit the ground with a thud. Over the next little while Teresa set up a small campfire and used the leaves to make a mattress so she could sleep more comfortably, as well as using the thicker part to shelter herself from the small gust of wind. Although she needed to eat. Along her way she had killed a purbol that was bled during the making of camp.

It was only a small creature but it'd be enough to keep energy up with enough left over for the morning. She had skinned the small creature of it's fur, head an tail so it would be easier to put a sturdy stick through it's body to cook over the fire. She knew it would take a while so as the revanchist waited she would meditate on all that had transpired over the past few days. She didn't do it out of religion like the Jedi, it was a way to relax and process her thoughts. Photography memory took it's toll on her. Teresa could recite the names of every kill and how they met their fate. What most found strange about her was she took pleasure in remembering it more than the moment. Every scream blended into each other and yet either felt like a strange lullaby. Although her own memory's was nothing compared to the memory's of her ancestor. Every time she slept they'd play over and over. Dreams, they are a thing if the past.

 

[ToKola Bakari]

Abandoning the confines of his underground lab Victor made his way towards the entrance to his holdings. The simple shack was a humble cover, drawing many people into it. The shack itself was nothing more then a small room with a few tables and a lamp in it. The secret hatch in the floor led to the true residence beneath the surface.

Victor found himself standing outside of that hut, his hands dipped into the pockets of his lib coat. He generally did not like to venture out on the surface of Dathomir after the sun had gone down, yet he had spent the last forty-eight hours inside and was in need of some fresh air.

He produced a small pack of cigarra's, exhaling when he saw that he had only three left.

"Kark." He said simply, knowing it would be some time before he was able to get more.

The Doctor took one of the cigarra's and lit it with his lighter, exhaling out a thick cloud of smoke. His eyes peered through the smoke, a small light shimmering in the distance. Tesla paused as he kept his sight's locked on the illumination. "Fire?" He said, questioningly.

Hesitantly he stepped forward before making his way through the terrain of Dathomir, his eyes and ears ever alert for the sound of a predator or nightsister hiding in the mists. As he approached the light his hand went to hi waist where his blaster pistol was snugly kept. Continuing on to what he now recognized as a camp sight he exhaled another puff of smoke, attempting to move as quietly as he could. He peered from behind a tree to see a woman, mature in age and apparently human, sleeping soundly in the darkness.

What the hell is she doing out here? He mused, pausing for a moment before quietly drawing his blaster. As his mind considered the options his eyes fell over her form. Lithe and poised an idea came to mind as he aimed his blaster for her. Switching the selector lever from deadly to stun, he pulled the trigger, hoping to stun her before she awoke.

[member="Teresa Shan"]

 

[Teresa Zambrano | Darth Pellax]

[member="Victor Tesla"]

As Teresa sat there crossed legged by the fire, she'd begin processing everything. From gaining a teacher who sent her on a job to picking up actual work along the way. Even the memories of the battle against the black sun's. That was a scary one due to flying ships wasn't her strong suit. Everything stopped in that moment as something etched at the corner of her mind. It was that strange feeling that she was been watched. She reached out feeling for the presence. When the girl had found it only then did she realise it wasn't a creature and it was close behind.

In a quick rush she spun to her feet and reached for her saber at the sound of the blaster. Although what she was faced with wasn't a blaster shot. The wave would hit her as her body tensed dropping her to the floor hard. 'Kark, kark, kark. How did this happen? I karking hate this world.' She thought to herself in panic. It took a moment for her to realise that if she panicked she'd not have time to think. It wasn't her target as who ever it was had hair. Although she couldn't fully make them out and would do for a while. Teresa's eyes became rapidly heavy and shut. She had no control anymore as the girl fell unconscious.

 

[ToKola Bakari]

As the stun round impacted Victor's target he watched as her body tensed and she was left limp, absent any ability to control her body. He watched as she slowly drifted into the realm of unconsciousness, no longer capable of defending herself.

Placing his blaster back into it's holster the man adjusted his glasses before looking around, making sure no one was with the woman. A slow smile crept over his face as he looked down to the woman. "The Doctor will see you now." He said, a soft chuckle escaping him before he approached her.

Producing a small metal case from his breast pocket of his lab coat he knelt down beside the woman.

"You're a very beautiful young woman." He pointed out, setting the case beside her as his hand grasped her cheek, allowing him to view the rest of her face.

"But I can do better. I'm thinking some improvement is needed, don't you? Lucky for you I can fit you in. I'll have to put my other patient on hold though, you should thank me." When he was met with silence he exhaled softly, rubbing his forehead idly. "No praise for the kind."

Tesla opened the case that he laid beside the woman, inside it contained three pristine needles, each one filled with a powerful sedative. He gestured to her lightsaber before speaking once more. "These will make sure you can't call on The Force for a bit....I'd hate for you to interupt the procedure."

Taking one of the needles from it's host he slowly slid it into a vein in her arm, doing so with a very steady hand.

After he administered the injection he pulled a small cloth from the case, wrapping her arm where he had breached the skin. "You can easily get an infection on this planet, let's try and avoid that." After putting the sedatives back in his pocket he took the woman's lightsaber and clipped it to his own belt. Tesla stood up and grabbed her arm, draping her over his shoulders as he slowly made his way back to his shack.

Lucky for the Doctor the trip back was not a long one, had he been too far a way it would be an impossibility for him to carry her the entire way. As the shack came into view he let out a sigh of relief. "I need to work out more." He said, the woman's light weight already weighing down on the man.

After making it to the shack it took Tesla nearly ten minutes to walk the woman down the staircase that was hidden beneath. He finally made his way into the main lab of his facility, the still wheezing Nightsister drawing his eyes with a smile. "Still alive? I'm proud of you, but I must beg your patience, I have a last minute schedule change. You understand of course?' He asked.

A shallow shriek erupted from the woman in response. "Thank you." Victor responded.

Victor walked his newest patient to a nearby table that was shaped to fit a humanoid body without any excess space. The large, "X" shaped table was already cleaned and prepared in case of a last minute experiment. After stripping the woman of her garment, he gently laid her over the table before binding her arms and legs with Terentatek leather straps. A nearby lever allowed him to stand the woman up, her vision would be filled with the site of severed and preserved organs in jars with a dark brown liquid, various droids moving about seeing to their respective chores such as cleaning, inventory, and organizational duties.

If the sedatives worked correctly on the woman she would soon come conscious and would even be capable of speech, however her senses would be heavily dulled and her ability to use the Force would be all but diminished.

 

[Teresa Zambrano | Darth Pellax]

[member="Victor Tesla"]

Her eyes crept open to blurred vision. She could make out she was inside and could recognize the smell of fresh blood. It was sweet but had a metallic tinge to it. The amount of times she had been drenched in that stench had caused her to become used to it. Still she'd not forgotten what happened prior to the events of her been in this state. Brought the simple lesson that the simple mistakes are the worst kind. She'd lift her head up and tried to move her hands. It was no use, as she could feel the bounds around her writers restricting movement.

The girl took a long blink to clear her vision. It was still foggy but she could see more now. "You bastard." She said in a very quiet voice. "Let me go. Let me go and I'll promise your death will be fast." She'd look around to see jars with organs floating inside. It was at that moment she realised how much trouble she was in. Was she going to be harvested for organs or become apart of some sick fetish by some deranged creep.

 

[ToKola Bakari]

Victor moved about his lab, humming softly as he listened to the hush warnings of the woman bound and sedated in his lab. "I'm shaking underneath this coat, truly." He said, walking over to a nearby bookcase.

"You know of the Force correct? I wouldn't worry about drawing on it, your mind is so scrambled you'd possibly hurt yourself as much as me. Just sit back and wait your turn." The Doctor plucked a black bound book from the shelf, opening it to a prechosen page before allowing his eyes to flit over the information written down.

"You're an extraordinarily beautiful woman. Strong frame and from what I can see very healthy. I intend to make you so much more." He explained, his eyes narrowing at a certain passage in the book.

He looked to the flayed Nightsister before chuckling and adjusting his glasses. "Don't worry, you're not going to end up like her if that's what you're thinking. No she was just an autopsy, a simple footnote. You, well....let's say you will be a new chapter." Tesla walked over to the woman and lowered the table once more, laying her flat on her back. His hands ran over the frame of her build as he examined her for any signs of injury.

After finding her void of any recent injuries he felt a need to explain himself a bit more. "Have you ever wanted to be more? Stronger? Faster? That is what I do. That is why you are here....I am progress, and you are my path." The Doctor exhaled before sitting down on a stool beside her, covering her decency with the same type of thin sheets that covered what remained of the Nightsister. Tesla tested the woman's pulse as he smiled softly to himself. "Perfect. I'll switch your sedative in an hour and we can begin procedure within the night."

[member="Teresa Shan"]

 

[Teresa Zambrano | Darth Pellax]

[member="Victor Tesla"]

The girl was forced to lay there with her soft pale skin against the cold metal table. Unable to move and helpless. "Damn perv." She said with a malicious tone. Although saying such words would probably encourage the man. She'd try harder to yank her arms free but it was of no use. The girl was stuck and unfortunately had to ride this out. He had made it clear that she couldn't draw upon the force. It was the one thing she had relied on her whole life since freedom. Now she was bound again.

Her eyes would be drawn to the victim next to her coincidentally it was her target. If she made it out of this alive she could at least confirm the death of haysi. Not like it would matter right now. Just looking at the girl it seemed apparent that Teresa was next. Her mentor wouldn't be pleased in the slightest. After all she was looking forward to ending the woman's life after she'd taught the girl everything she knew. The rule of two was a beautiful and befitting one. To rise up one must prove themselves. Again not like that matters anymore. Under the circumstances she had admitted defeat for now. Even as she thought that she wouldn't succumb to fear. Instead it drew her to anger, that bitter sweet emotion that filed her with power.

His attempt at flattery sickened her to the stomach and made her want to bite out his throat. "They say the most beautiful things are the most dangerous. You should listen to them. I promise you the moment I see opportunity I will not hesitate to kill you." Her voice started to become stronger yet she still remained to speak quietly. Every latch of strength she had needed to be saved to endure whatever is to come.

The creep began to tell Teresa that she'd not be sharing the same fate as Heysi whilst he adjusted the table to lay her down. But she dred the thought of what he'd do to her instead. His hands course and rough moved across Teresa's bare skin almost as cold as the metal that had warmed up from her own body temperature. As his hands trails she'd thrash about as thoughts ran through her head. "Your hands will be the first thing I'll cut off creep. You hear me?" Some reason she couldn't resist the impulse to insult the pervert. "One doesn't simply be given strength or speed without cost, and the path you trail down will end sooner than you believe it." The girl said watching him put a thin white sheet over her body.

 

[ToKola Bakari]

When the woman branched out to call Victor a perv he simply rolled his eyes in response. "I've no interest in that sort of thing, at least not while I'm at work, it's unprofessional." He explained.

As time passed and it became nearly time for Teresa's sedative to decline Tesla approached her with a new syringe, slowly he would insert it into the primary vein off her right arm. The clear liquid would flow in the woman's veins and if it worked she would most likely begin to feel extremely drowsy. The sedative was stronger then the first and was meant to numb the senses as much as possible, as well as keep the body from going into shock, however he had to keep her conscious for his research.

"Now, you'll want to go to sleep, I recommend you don't. As low as your heart rate will get you run the risk of dying, and i'd hate to waste time bringing you back."

Tesla sat across from the woman, humming softly to himself as he tapped his finger rhythmically on the side of his desk. He had to wait for the first sedative to completely die off before anything could be done. After a few minutes he consulted his personal notes once again.

[member="Teresa Shan"]

 

[Teresa Zambrano | Darth Pellax]

[member="Victor Tesla"]

She grit her teeth as she cleared at the man with such hatered. Her red eyes was piercing and yet dulled from the sedatives. "That still brings me no comfort." As the man came close to her with the sirringe. The girl began to jerk her arm about to resist but his forceful hand would manage to keep it still in her droused state. Instead she'd lean forward as she could feel it puncture her skin and snarled at him.

As it withdrew from her arm a small droplet of blood began to run down her arm. She didn't feel any initial pain other than a slight prick. The creep of a man began to explain obvious symptoms with a seditive. Although she'd not amuse him with death. It wasn't her time nor would it be any time soon. Some part of her wanted to rebel again him although it would probably land her in a worse off situation. "By the looks all you have ever done is waste your time. What have you even to show for what pitiful life you've lived. When I kill you everyone who you ever knew or cared about would forget you even existed."

The thing was she didn't even know if she'd escape. What if this was her fate signed and sealed? A fixed point in time. Her head would lay back against the metal as she felt her neck starting to ache. As she laid there the girl started to stare at the ceiling as if she was zoning out.

"The Force will change you. It will transform you. Some fear this change. True power can come only to those who embrace the transformation. There can be no compromise. Mercy, compassion, loyalty, all these things will prevent you from claiming what is yours. Those who follow the dark side must cast aside these conceits. Those who do not, those who try to walk the path of moderation, will fail, dragged down by their own weakness." She mumbled quietly and softly to herself. If the man was listening cearfuly enough he'd hear her. Those words had brought some ease. Sharing the memory's of her ancestor was a curse and a gift. Especially when those memories had gaps, large gaps.

 

[ToKola Bakari]

"Evolution isn't comforting, sorry to say." He said, seemingly interested with something he was reading over. When the woman spoke about his future of death he only smiled at her, shaking his head softly. "Everyone I ever cared about is already dead. In the end my life is meaningless, all I have is my work, and that's enough for me." He explained.

His ears twitched as he listened to the woman's words, finding them to be true enough. He walked over to the woman, pulling on a set of gloves before using a knuckle to adjust his glasses.

"Like you, I seek the knowledge of the force. Unlike you I will not sit idly by and accept what is given to me. I transform the Force into what is truly needed...I force it to obey my will to produce true life, in that I am more of a Sith than you will ever be." He said, slipping on a a special type of metallic glove, forcing her fingers into the slits it provided she would be unable to curl or move them after being secured. After each hand had been secured he produced a pair of pliers and a small scalpel. "Now...you'll still feel this...but you won't be able to scream much."

He placed the tail end of the pliers in his mouth while slowly cutting back all of her cuticle.

[member="Teresa Shan"]

 

[Teresa Zambrano | Darth Pellax]

[member="Victor Tesla"]

She found at his statement amusing. "All the power I've achieved so far I've earned and taken. I can very much prove that to you if you'd loosen these restraints. I'd take much pleasure in remembering your face deform as you slowly burnt." She'd watch as he forced her hands into the metal gloves. There wasn't much resistance as the girl understood what's about to happen was going to happen. Not that she enjoyed the idea but what little choice remained. Either way the sooner it was over the closer she'd be to killing the creep.

As the blade pressed against her skin she could feel the pain rush up her hand. Her teeth clenched as a fire lit in her eyes. "Besides you clams to bend the force to your will but those who use the dark side are also bound to serve it. To understand this is to understand the underlying philosophy of the Sith." She said quoting her ancestor again, although Her words was said with struggle as she fought through the pain. In this moment all she could focus on was the pain her blood line has suffered in the past. Thus this must be a trail to test her lineage. A sick twisted joke set up by the force is what it seemed like.

Teresa watched as blood ran from her fingers filling the slits with crimson. The girl had experienced far grater pain than this. The deep scars down her back would be testament to that. Each mark made by saber or knifes, representing a lesson learnt. Every single one a reminder to not make the same mistake. This pain she was feeling right now was like adding gas to a wooden fire.

 

[ToKola Bakari]

"That isn't much incentive for me to release the restrains then is it? There is no illusion of situation. You were captured by me, that stands to reason you are weaker than me. It's why we're here now." He explained.

"Change is the only constant of the galaxy." He said, cutting at the skin surrounding her nail a bit more. The man was precise and careful, making sure not to go too far up towards her knuckle. Once he had finally cut all of the flesh around one of the nails he braced her hand while setting down the scalpel.

Taking the pliers from his teeth he attached them to the woman's fingernail. In one sharp jerk he ripped the nail from it's host in her finger, surely to cause a horrid pain for the woman. As blood poured from the wound he would produce a minuscule bandage roll, quickly rolling it around the finger so she would not bleed out too much. "So I'll explain what I'm doing here a bit."

"Your fingernails are capable of breaking, as are the bones in your hands, I'm going to rip out the nails and open your hands up. I'll coat your bones with a metallic substance to make them stronger. Then I'll regrow your nails, possibly with a metallic coating as well." He said, cutting at the skin on her next finger.

[member="Teresa Shan"]

 

[Teresa Zambrano | Darth Pellax]

[member="Victor Tesla"]

"In making me realise my flaws you have only strengthened my resolve to improve. Flaws are not always weakness for sometimes they too can be our greatest strength." Of course she was talking through the pain. Teresa could feel the blade everywhere it went. Her finger throbbed as blood seeped through the open cut almost to the point of her hand becoming numb. Maybe it was the additives that was taking most of the pain away but it still hurt.

She watched as put the blade down and man took the pliers from his mouth. When he wedged it under her nail all she could do is flinch at what was about to come. In a single pull the girl would let out a main in pain. It wasn't overly loud but it was an instinct to dealing with the level of pain that be as been caused. The man would speak but she didn't listen in that moment as her mind was drawn to the agony of her nail been ripped out. With a light thud her head would drop back onto the metal as her eyes shut once more.

 

[ToKola Bakari]

Once Teresa passed out Victor adjusted his glasses, simply humming softly to himself before speaking. "Lasted longer than I expected." Just as he did with the first he wrapped the second in a small bandage before moving on to the third. With all of the fingers he moved through the same process, removing the nails and wrapping them with a medical bandage. After he had done it with her hand he produced a rather large blade with a shiny silver base.

He stared at the hand before calling out to the lab. "AZI 175." Immediately one of the many Medical Droids floating around the lab changed it's path, floating over to the Doctor casually. "Yes, Doctor?" He asked in a rather pleasant tone.

"I'm going to need your assistance. Do a bio-scan, reveal all level three tendons, veins and nerve endings in her hand so I can avoid as many as possible. Also be prepared to apply cryotherapy, we need to keep her hand in as good of condition as we can." He explained to the Droid.

"Of course, Doctor." The Droid's eyes illuminated, shining a ray down to Teresa's hands. Just as he had ordered the droid was able to highlight the more sensitive parts of the woman's hand. After taking a deep inhale and following with a shallow exhale he removed the binding glove from the woman, strapping her wrist to the table before creating one deep incision into her hand.

It took the Doctor nearly five minutes but after he was complete he had made several intricate cuts into her hand. They were styled to allow the Doctor to get access to the top of her hand's bones without damaging the tendons as much as a regular surgery would. "Sterilize." He ordered. The Droid let out a freezing cold gas of bacta that washed over the Doctor and Teresa's hands, creating a sterile environment. Using a scalpel he made several small pathways to her bone, creating the path that a very small needle could travel.

"AZI 134." He called out, using several small clamps to hold the flesh on her hand open. "Yes Doctor?" Another of the AVI Medical droid's approached him with a mirrored tone to his counter-part.

"Begin melting the Laminamium. Let's start with twenty-five ounces." He said, stepping back from the hand.

"AZI 175, did you scan that procedure?" He asked the droid floating above the hand. "Of course, Doctor. It was an impressive procedure to see a human complete." Ignoring the taken back complement Victor pulled his gloves off gesturing towards Teresa's other hand. "Get to work, do not damage her hand."

The Droid's eyes blinked for a moment before he floated over and used his metallic appendages to begin stripping her hand of fingernails. While the droid did that Victor made his way up to Teresa's neck, checking her pulse. He stared at his watch before clicking his tongue at the pulse. "Thirty beats per minute....not bad. Pretty impressive actually."

While the AZI droids went to work Victor made his way to a nearby chair and leaned back, yawning softly. "This isn't even the hard part." He chuckled.

[member="Teresa Shan"]

 

[Teresa Zambrano | Darth Pellax]

[member="Victor Tesla"]

Her mind drew darkness for what felt a moment before a small flicker of light danced. It seemed far away but at the same time like all she had to do was reach out and touch it. Dark clouds formed above fast letting out angered forks of lighting bare down from the sky above. Rain fell hard as she crouched around a fire. There was no sound other than her own breathing. "Teresa?" The voice echoed. "Who's there?" She'd ask in a calmed way. "Who I am is not important, my message is." It would say.

"For millenias I have waited for this moment. Jedi, sith names that has played key roles in a war thats never ending. Each generation plays a key role to keep that balance but alas for hundreds of years no one has been worthy." It's voice was familiar to Teresa, but  even here her mind was dulled. "You have chosen to follow me by example but in order to fully understand you must follow both the light and the dark. For the then and only then will you understand what it means to walk my path." "I will never follow the path of the light. It breads only weakness" "No. Your it ignorance and arrogance is what breads your weakness. To blind ones self to anything, is to blind yourself to everything."

"Until you open your eyes and take all in as a whole, you will never reach your true potential. Your honor is a fools prize, glory is no use to the dead. Do you think it was the force that led you here? To where it all began for you, truly began. No, even in death I hold influence in this galaxy. My power far succeeded that of any Jedi or sith. You are here because I wanted you here. To hear my message. You will have time to ponder on what I just told you. My time here has ended. Take what I have told you and use it well."

It was only then she realised who it was but by that time her eyes crept open a small bit. She looked as if she was still out although it would only take to push her overload her again to make her go again. Although even though she could feel the pain. Her mind was to foggy and confused to respond to such primal senses. Even if she could definitely feel the pain crawl through her hands.