I believe you have something that belongs to me. (Rave)

[Garza]

In the recent month or so since my joining with the Lords of the Fringe, I had gone from getting my ass handed to me by a Jedi Master, Got a Master to teach me some moves, and even acted in a few missions, and fought a few people. but during all that time I needed to find a woman named Rave. Well everybody I asked said they had heard the name, or there was no way that I should even be talking about her. Despite this I still tried to get information. Finally I had come to my Master Luicen and asked. I explained that they had taken some flesh of my arm and that I needed to know what the results were.

He allowed me some leave time, and told me that I should make contact with a Ship called, "The Coldharbor." I had taken a few days to find it's whereabouts, and come to think of it, I had found that it was on this planet. I smiled broadly as I grabbed the concordance to the ship. I borrowed a shuttle from my master's seemingly expansive selection of them, and made my way to The Coldharbor.

it was just floating there in the skys. As though there was not a care in the world. Taking my time, I made my way towards the ship. I was expecting some sort of communications to commence, asking where I was going and why I was nearing the ship. Seemingly as I was only an Apprentice, Some may have not took so kindly to my messing with the affairs of a Master.

Where I did not care. She had my life in her hands. Literally. She had flesh from my sith arm. and I needed that information to possibly hold it back. because I don't know if I can hold back the demon inside of me back forever.

@[member="Rave Merrill"]

 

[Velok the Younger]

@[member="Nickolas Imura"]

Rave Merrill was, as it happened, Imura's boss. But as the High Council had nine members, all of whom were pretty far above Imura's pay grade, it was understandable that he'd be redirected to the Coldharbor, where she kept one of her alchemical workshops on her own tiem. She had a HoloNet transceiver there as well, for work purposes. If Jedi Council members could attend by hologram from their imprisonment for treason, Rave could attend from her workshop.

Imura's arm sample had been divided into slides and vials, cultured to increase mass, even tested on a few subjects who were not currently here. When Imura arrived, Rave's attention went to his arm and stayed there.

"Good morning, Imura. Any relation to Morna Imura? I've been meaning to track him down for some time. He parted from the Fringe amicably enough, but the galaxy's greatest pyro marching under another banner gives me hives.

"So tell me your case history. How long since you were infected with this symbiote or parasite? Where, when, how?"

 

[Garza]

I had moved to the place as instructed by others on the ship to where Rave may have been. Following the directions was not that hard since I had done that almost all of my life so far. Coming to the workshop, I kept my hands in my pockets and tightened myself. it had been only a few months since I had escaped the sith lab, and I still had bad memories. My mind flashed to when I was in a tube being injected with the black thick solution of poison. I shivered when Rave spoke to me. The woman was about my height, and was definatly older than me, but really if I had not been in a Cryochamber for so many years, I would only be two years younger than my brother Morna. Who seemed to be somewhere else.

She said good morning to me which I returned with a polite nod. And the question of my brother popped up. I smiled "Yes, he's my older brother, hes only supposed to be two years older that myself, but I was put into a different situation which I was frozen like this for many years." She also continued to ask about if I knew where he was. Also saying that he was the greatest Pyromancer in the Galaxy. Well it looks like my brother is doing well on his own. Shaking my head I answered her question, "if you can't find him with all of your contacts, then there is no chance that I can."

As I had answered her question, she asked about my arm. Wanting to know the history of what happened. I nodded my head, knowing that If I held anything back, it might make this process not so short. "I was injected with a thick black fluid in my body at five years old, but the arm only formed after many years of tests and experiments. After many of them I decided to fight back, Discovering my ability in the force and shaping, I fought against the master who held me, but I lost. Seeing that I was a threat he locked me up in a cryochamber for a good 20 years. it kept my body how it is now, only aging a week every few years. And when the Mandalorians attacked the Sith, they destroyed the laboratories letting me free. I escaped and over the past few months have noticed that my strength with my left arm is very strong and I I have stabbed myself in the arm, only to feel little pain and the knife went only a few centimeters in. It gets stronger every time I use the force, and grows closer to my chest the more I act aggressively."

I then showed her my right hand, how the skin was darker, much darker than my already slightly tanned skin, and the "claws" that I seemed to be growing. "I have tried to calm myself down to limit how much it grows, but it wont stop. and I don't know what is happening."

@[member="Rave Merrill"]
[member="Rave Merrill"] (I'm tagging you again, because I don't know if you saw.)

 

[Velok the Younger]

[member="Nickolas Imura"]

She took notes on the case history, a habit she'd picked up from the Plague Doctor. Not that her formal education had ever achieved post-secondary status. High-resolution holocams recorded every detail of his arm.

"Well, it's Sith in origin," she said, "but that's fundamental. It's derived from Sith Poison, so far as I can tell, and I've compared my samples at the molecular level with several Sith Poison variant.

"So. Put your arm in this machine; I need to know what the internal structures are like. I need to know how much of your arm is yours, how much is the symbiote or parasite, and what the boundary looks like." She gestured to a set of adjustable clamps inside a machine made up of runes, strange metals, crystals, and vials of blood. "It'll hurt, but nothing you can't handle."

 

[Garza]

I paid attention to the woman Rave as she had told me some of what I already knew. However, she wanted me to stick my arm in a machine so she could see with some form of an X-ray to where my arm was and where the Symbiote had taken over. I already knew that the Symbiote had taken over most of my arm because of how much it hurt whenever I used the force. I would always get a burning in my arm and shoulder where it was attached to my chest.

Telling me that it was going to hurt, I nodded my head. I went over to the machine as I rubbed my left wrist. Nervous of what it might do. I took a deep breath, fighting my fears of being years in captivity with machines that caused pain. Placing my arm, and strapping it in, Tight as I could go without cutting the circulation to my arm, I waited for the pain to start.

[member="Rave Merrill"]
[member="Rave Merrill"]