Half A Life, Two Fates.

[Rusken Shaxx]

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Courscant, Zel Medical Laboratory.​

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Some of us are born for greater things, others born to bolster an already existing notion. Becoming part of the galaxy and its vast opportunities may seem like a brilliant idea, but not all contracts are read for the fine print. Being born of the Force, however, presents no choice in the dangers that await the bold, the dark, and the indifferent.

Inside of a dimly lit room, various tanks and pods lined the walls with beings of different origins suspended in bacta, tubes connecting from their mouths as each of their faces seemed to express a dream-like state. Various medical tools and equipment was organized in a neat, clean manner along with droids coming in and out to observe progress on subjects being studied for cloning trials. Speaking of cloning... a young, cybernetically altered Sith made his way into the very halls of the facility. Funny enough, he did not appear to be donning his typical armor, instead, he was outfitted in a body glove with the curved hilt of his lightsaber strapped to his right thigh. One could never be certain of what events might unfold, especially for one who serves powers of a darker nature.


Zius... your time is up.

The true intentions of all this was for the Sith Predator to rid itself of the dead weight being dragged along, and the boy known as Zius had overstayed his welcome within the vessel that was formerly his, but Pathollex had other plans. He sought the satisfaction of placing the essence of the naive young man into a new body and striking him down to forever end the weakness that should have never been. A child that needed to stay forever within the womb of his mother; however, if it weren't for his weakness then Pathollex wouldn't have come into reality. He saw the boy as a tumorous growth, an abomination to the Dark Side and his own progression to transcend into a being of dominance.


The time to rid himself of the parasite was now.

[member="Enigma"]

 

[Onrai]

[member="Lord Pathollex"]

Soul-splitting. The ability to take an aspect of a soul - a personality, for better lack of term - and, through usage of Sith sorcery, place the undesirable part of the personality into a new body. To do such a thing was difficult, nearly impossible, and yet here Circe was, offering to do it in order to purge Pathollex of his lighter half. And here in the Zel Medical laboratory, Circe could finally get to work on carving up her latest experiment. Were the end result to be successful, she would've successfully performed a miraculous act.

"So... I hear you have a very special kind of medical problem you need help taking care of. I suppose it's a good thing I'm here for you, then... What do you want?"

 

[Rusken Shaxx]

This would potentially be another chance for the other half to live a life of its own once again, and Pathollex knew this. He wanted to strike him down, vanquish the innocence that lay dormant within so it would no longer burden the Sith Predator's thoughts. This was...merciful at best, and shameful to the murderous spirit. To let Zius live was to betray every notion and every teaching of the Sith, but even monsters can have a heart. In truth, he wanted the boy to live on to become stronger so that one day they could finally meet face-to-face. A hunter must always pursue his prey, no matter the circumstances. Such was the way of a Sith Predator.

"I suppose you could say that. I wouldn't call it a medical problem to be exactly, but rather a necessary procedure."

He stopped for a moment, feeling something extremely foreign yet at the same time painful. Was this sadness? Why was he feeling sorrow for doing what he wanted? Pathollex shrugged it off, continuing to talk to [member="Enigma"]

"Just... get rid of this parasite. I don't want to feel the burden it brings me anymore."

 

[Onrai]

[member="Lord Pathollex"]

"What you're asking for, Pathollex, is a soul-split. This technique has never been performed. Let alone theorized. I'll need a sample of your DNA to grow a clone from, as well as several synthetic crystals to help focus the essence of the Dark Side on a single point. If the ritual goes properly, your soul will have been split into two parts - the Zius part cast into the clone body - with you being able to control your normal one. I have no idea what the side effects may be, or even if you'll survive the procedure. Are you sure you want this?"

 

[Rusken Shaxx]

He simply looked at the woman with an unwavering stare.

"Let's just get it over with, shall we?"

[member="Enigma"]

 

[Onrai]

[member="Lord Pathollex"]

With a nod, Circe motioned for Pathollex to lie back on a table. She would surgically take some of him away, enough to grow into a stable clone. Once she had done so, she would then tell him to come back in a few weeks. The clone did need time to grow, after all - if it didn't, then things would go haywire when Zius was put into the new body. And that was the last thing she wanted to happen - for the first time doing such a practice to go wrong.

 

[Rusken Shaxx]

He laid back on the table as instructed, showing no real expression on his face but surely having much go through his mind. Pathollex already wondered the circumstances of freeing his other half, and whether or not it would rise up to strike him down instead of the opposite. If things were to get nasty, there was little choice in the matter as of now. Zius could very well become the victor amongst wolves seeking to destroy what goodness exists.

The Sith Predator closed his eyes as the procedure took place, allowing the woman to do what she did best.

[member="Enigma"]

 

[Onrai]

[member="Lord Pathollex"]

Once the tissue sample was removed, enough to create a clone, Pathollex would be told to leave and return in six weeks. By the time he came back, the lifeless shell, with no spark of true existence in it, would be fully grown, out of its tank, sitting on a table connected to some very special equipment that utilized synthetic crystals to help amplify the aura of the Dark Side. "Lie down on the table." She pulled out a very tiny vibroscalpel. "This may hurt a bit."