Lazarus

[EmKay]

They always said there would be a light at the end of a tunnel when you die. There was no light right now, only the void of his mind and whatever images decided to drift in, likely from the Force and its shifting. That led the blurry, barely-capable-of-thought mind... or soul... of the young man to reason that he wasn't dead. At least, not yet. Part of him was just vaguely aware of motion, but to where, or why, how far, when he got there, all of those details were completely lost on him. The world was nothing, just this little pocket of... something. It wasn't even consciousness or even awareness, it just was.

On the outside, he was being kept alive, just barely, by the medical team on the evacuation shuttle. It blazed through the hyperlanes at whatever maximum speed it could reach. [member="Marek Starchaser"] seemed very interested in this individual, and they weren't about to disappoint. After a few heart-pounding hours, they arrived at Lianna. A world in the Tion sector, headquarters of Santhe/Sienar according to a holonet article, and from orbit a relatively pretty world with ships and shipyards everywhere obscuring the view. The shuttle wove between other ships on an emergency vector, and dipped down into the atmosphere. From there, it skimmed low over the buildings and industrial facilities until it came to a dense part of urban development where anything could be hidden. The little vessel slowed, turned, and descended down into a hangar that opened up at the top of an otherwise nondescript building.

With a clunk and cushioned settling of the vessel, the landing bay opened and the medical team carted the broken body of Rhoujen away deeper into the facility, which was to say they avoided the door that led to the rest of the building and headed for a turbolift that took them down two floors, before they were in an area that wore the sterile white walls, floor, and ceiling, pure white light, and pleasant green directional signs of a hospital. Whatever this place was, as they wheeled the gurney down the halls as fast as they could without putting their now-patient at risk, large glass view windows showed all manner of technological wonders in whatever field of science these people practised. A few of the little things wore the Neuro-Saav logo, but Atretes wouldn't have known the logo by looking at it if he was even aware of what was going on. Monitors would read his heart rate increase just barely from the hibernation trance's minimal rate by reflex of subconscious anxiety, but otherwise he was still locked within the recesses of his inner self.

They finally entered a room at the end of a short hall that broke off from the long main one, and gently slid him from the gurney onto a proper medical table. Someone else flicked on the lights, and another person switched the hookups from their small temporary equipment to the large, intricate network of systems that lined the walls and made the room seem more like something of a mad scientist's lair than an operating room. Another person went over and switched on a medical droid. That droid scanned the area for a patient, found its target, and immediately set to prying off what was left of his armour, cutting away or gently picking away clothing and scraps thereof. Afterward, it got sterilising equipment and cleaned the patient's body. It removed rocks, stone, dirt, whatever algae had attached itself to him, and the whole ensemble of foreign contaminants from Rhoujen's form. Once done, it scanned for light wounds that didn't require the attention of a medical practitioner or other kind of overseer. It found the flayed skin, cuts, and scrapes, and the unsalvageable arm and eye tissue. Carefully, the droid injected a compound to reduce bleeding and pain, then set about the delicate task of removing the arm and cauterising the veins to prevent bleeding out, removing the ruined eye tissue, placing small amounts of gauze to absorb and trickle of blood, and covering the sockets with a cloth, and mending the mostly-superficial damage of the skin with tools and gel that reduced scarring. He may still have lines or a bump or two, but nothing marring and deforming. Finally, the droid sterilised the young man's body again and cleaned up any blood from the area with a small vacuum hose.

By the end of preparation, Atretes' condition was mostly stabilised by the work of the droid sealing up all of the wounds that were causing him to lose too much blood, and his critical damages were now more obvious. He was missing an arm and eyes, and that was the greatest extend of his injuries. That didn't detract from the fact that he was likely undergoing some form of internal bleeding, that there were broken bones, and that he was extremely damaged internally overall, but that could be mended with relative easy by modern technology and/or the Force. The team from the shuttle exited, then, to clean up and return to their other duties, while the droid monitored life signs and prepared to alert if something went wrong.

Spoiler

[member="Jared Ovmar"]
[member="Rave Merrill"]

 

[Corey's OOC]

Thank the Force for modern medicine, and supplements. Sure, he could probably have used the Force to re-align his body and not make himself so hungover, but supplements, the right ones, did it just fine. Marek had arrived ahead of the shuttle that was carrying one injured Atretes [member="Rhoujen"] and had made sure to contact the man of the hour, Jared Ovmar, and request some assistance. He knew that his friend would be arriving in short time, but the technicians from Neuro-Saav were already.

Between the techs and the hospital crew getting to work on the injured soldier, there was a lot going on in Marek's head. He was definitely working for the System Authority, but beyond that? He was a member of the Tion Hegemony, and by using their resources, he was becoming something more than he was as the Overseer of the Technate. That meant he needed to pay it forward... Or back.

And that was something he could do, depending on how this would go over.

What was the damage on the Knight on the table? Looking at the soldier on the operating table, the Overseer was awaiting word from the attending, to see what the state of everything was, and what was possible.

 

[EmKay]

The droid clicked back to life, its four inactive of five photoreceptors lighting up and the strange oval-like head swiveled to face [member="Marek Starchaser"]. It scanned his identity, and determined him to be a person of authority or supervision. With that, it hovered over on its repulsors while it rearranged its near tentacle-like medical appendages below it into a more standby mode, and it hovered still before the Overseer for a moment before it it gave a soft chime and began playback of a female voice reading out pertinent information.

"To whom it may concern, this is a medical status report of one Knight Commander Atretes Rhoujen of the Abrion Systems Authority. Patient displayed multiple superficial wounds upon arrival, but upon further inspection it was determined that his eyes had been damaged beyond repair, his arm was a grotesque twisting of flesh and bone, and his skin was cut and/or flayed open in multiple areas. Debris had lodged itself into the wounds, and the possibility of infection was severe. Once Rhoujen had been brought to the operating room, temporary equipment was interchanged for local, and a droid was initiated to prepare the body for operation. The now-useless arm and eye tissue was removed safely and successfully, and external wounds were mended with relative ease. Scarring should be minimal. Preliminary scans indicate internal bleeding, broken ribs, a fractured shoulder and collar bone, and a series of other ailments that are treatable under supervision of more experienced medical professionals. Finally, patient appears to be in a kind of self-induced coma. He is partly responsive to his surroundings, but it is highly unlikely he is truly aware."

Following the dialogue, the droid printed off a summary of injury and clipped it off. If Starchaser didn't grab it, it would drift lazily to the floor as the droid turned to scan Rhoujen more entirely, and check his condition. By the droid's calibrations, the young man was stabilising further, but neural scans indicated he was still beyond unconscious. A blood sample was taken, quickly analysed, and an antibiotic was mixed with the blood sample then re-injected. A minute passed, and another scan indicated the growing infection had been neutralised. It then hovered higher and an ice-blue grid was projected over the young man, and a hologram rose up, generated from the ray scan, and created an image of Rhoujen, only in an MRI-X-Ray hybrid, where it showed layers of damaged tissue, damaged organs, and bone breakage. As it scanned, read, and displayed, it also printed off a second analytical damage assessment and its mechanical arms took that paper and set it on a nearby table.

 

[Corey's OOC]

Droids really did do everything. It was a wonder that sapients were not unemployed yet. A good thing most droids couldn't think beyond their programming, even if it did give some the illusion of sentience. This one was a medical droid, and basically doing everything a surgeon could but without the finesse and fast thinking. So... less than. probably why the clones beat the droids back in that ancient war. Listening to the female voice, assuming it was female so men wouldn't get cranky with it, he nodded.

Most of this was something he had heard. That was why he contacted Ovmar and Neuro-Saav. They had the technology to bring him back, and that was really important here. Replacing organs and the like. Hopefully not burning the part that was still [member="Rhoujen"] from the body, but who knew? He wasn't really here to think. He was here to be Miranda Lawson the overseer of the operation. It was a System Authority member, after all. But...

He could be so much more.

And sure, this might be going behind [member="Salem Norongachi"]'s back, but Marek would fill his comrade in on everything.Taking the sheet from the now turning droid, Marek nodded.

"Do what you can for him." He was going to get an assessment. Stepping out of the room and into an exam room where all of the fallen soldier's records were displayed, Marek looked at the techs from Neuro-Saav. They had discussed what could be done with the information Marek had provided them. "You can fit him for eyes? An arm? Replace what he lost and what the medical doctors can't?"

This gave Marek the nod he was looking for. "Do it." He ordered as the techs hurried into the room to screen and assess Atretes.

 

[Ronan Nakasla]

DISREGARD

 

[EmKay]

The droid beeped an affirmative, and busied itself with rearranging the local equipment. Once a wider area was cleared around the table, it pressed a button and the surface expanded by a foot or so on each side, allowing the droid to delicately extend the limbs. It scanned as it went, applying light pressure to realign bone. It extended the right arm and two legs. It then applied light pressure to the torso to test the way bones would move. Once the droid was sure that the torso would require more delicate work than the limbs, it focused on the easier part first. Using its delicately calibrated tools, it relocated the pieces of bone like a puzzle, using databanks of anatomy to coordinate its actions. It applied a compound throughout the process that bonded and strengthened the bone. Not a superhuman bone strength, merely a reinforcement to promote the healing process. It did this to all damaged areas until the arm and legs were mended successfully. It closed the small incisions and sealed them, leaving little to no evidence of operation. Next, it scanned the torso again, from chest cavity to abdomen. This assessment, while the droid was in operating mode, determined that it was unskilled and lacked the required tools to repair Rhoujen at this time. A lung was punctured and the heart was dangerously close to a rib piece. This would require higher-authority organic operation. With that determined, the droid splinted and casted the arm and legs, keeping them in place to heal. Finished with its task, it returned to stand-by monitor mode and relayed a message to the Overseer and his peers.

TASK COMPLETE
Incapable of proceeding further. Require trained organic professional(s).

The Neuro-Saav technicians, being medically trained but not paid to perform normal surgeries, sent in regular surgeons while they spoke to Marek Starchaser. That team entered the room, and immediately set to work on their task. They applied a sedative and an anesthetic just to ensure painlessness, then they got to work. They opened the chest cavity and carefully removed fragments of bone from critical areas. They examined the lungs and cringed as they realised that they were more damaged than the droid had realised. Fragments of particle matter from the river got into the lungs and settled there, causing a need for either extensive surgery or a replacement. While the surgeons worked around that issue and repaired veins, arteries, and collected bone fragments and set them for later bone reconstruction by the droid, their supervisor sent out another message.

Starchaser,
Lungs severely damaged. Can be mended with surgery, may be more beneficial and/or easier to replace. Need decision.

 

[Corey's OOC]

Right, now he really was Miranda Lawson overseeing things. They had to rebuild this guy. And then they could use him. Marek had worked with Sasha Santhe to start building ranks of agents for Tion, people they could send to do the work that didn't need the particular attention of the higher-ups. Or jobs that needed someone that was not easily recognizable. Simple work.

And Marek had been wanting to mimic this with the Technate, and place a few people in similar roles. He already had Idiian, but he had wanted to grab [member="Rhoujen"] for a bit. It would be nice if the latter would accept the position after this operation. After all, he'd be owing the corporations. And that was what counted, gaining credit and making things run smoothly, right?

Of course.

Watching the droids and Neuro-Saav techs do their respective work and assessment, Marek was starting to feel better that Rhoujen would stabilize. The fact that he wasn't dead, and merely in a coma was something else to be happy for. It wasn't like he was in a ship that was attacked by some insectoid race leaving the hero in space to be rebuilt over the course of years.

No, this was just taking someone who was probably now reported as Killed In Action and fixing them. Hell, the destruction on Naboo might not even be cooled yet. When the droids finished their work, Marek looked at the gathered techs.

"So, should we wait for the surgeons?" Marek posed.

One of the techs responded with ."He's stable, but we need to make a few purchases... The eyes and arm need replacement."

Wonderful. "Can you connect me to Mr. [member="Jared Ovmar"]?" Marek had a few purchases to make. When one of the techs nodded, the Overseer stepped into a communications room. He had sent ahead of himself the work order, the need for two of Neuro-Saav's ocular implants and all the stats on building an arm. Plus the more used task of fixing internal organs.

He would greet the Neuro Saav CEO when they were connected. "Morning, Jared. I've sent files ahead of myself. I was wondering what your professional opinion is for reconstructing an arm... I was thinking of discussing with one of our compatriots about alchemizing it, so that it's more sturdy. Is this something that can be done?"

He hoped so, this could be a solid teammate.

 

[Arage Bao]

[member="Rhoujen"] [member="Marek Starchaser"]

Ovmar popped up on the screen with his eternal cigar perching from his lips and a slight frown on his face. It seemed the man had been interrupted doing something rather important - at least important for the CEO slash Playboy slash Sith Lord; what that was would have to be a mystery for now.

‘Plausible, Marek. Real question ain’t if it’s possible or not - it’s if it’s worth the credits pouring into the project. Looked over the file and this seems to be a hefty sum of money you want to spend on him, where will his loyalty lie in the end? Abrion or Tion.’

It wouldn’t be too hard to flashburn his memory and make him a trusted operative for the true cause - question was how much Norongachi knew right about now. If Sigma was considered dead… that opened options and if not - well it would be one more favor Salem owed him.

Either way the Sith Lord would profit and that was what mattered in the end.

 

[Corey's OOC]

See the thing with [member="Jared Ovmar"] and Marek was they really could be heterosexual life partners. The thing with being in the hospital meant this playboy CEO sith lord could not smoke. A shame, really.

Where were the loyalties? Marek wasn't going to be pushing credits and asking special favors from friends for something that wasn't going to benefit Tion. "We are going to work conditioning in to create another agent for the Hegemony. Someone we can call upon to do what we need done and can't do ourselves." Why expose a Sith to the galactic hunt if a Cyborg Force Ninja could be used, after all.

The former being was marked KIA. Or would be shortly. Still, Norongachi knew what was going on. "The System Authority may still use him, but like myself will not harm Tion interests." He couldn't see a downside and was now awaiting Jared to provide an arm.

 

[Arage Bao]

Ovmar’s silhouette shrugged at Marek’s response, if he was loyal to the cause then there were no problems. That was the beautiful thing about loyalty and the Hegemony - it always paid off and everyone was left happy… except the ones who were against them, of course.​

‘It will take some time to construct such a thing, depending on what you want it to do. Sent me the basic ideas and I will pull a string or two. In the meanwhile… just get him a standard cybernetic arm, it will do until we got the real thing.’​

He pushed a button and then spoke again.​

‘You are cleared for the arm now, eyes too - doctors will be working on it now. Anything else, Marek?’​

 

[Corey's OOC]

Marek nodded. That made sense. They could get [member="Rhoujen"] acclimated to his new directive and work with the cybernetic arm and eyes until he was upgraded fully.

"Much appreciated, Mr. Ovmar. Ill send the credit your way. When the arm comes in, just send the techs and I won't need to pull you away from. .. what's this one's name?"

He sent the tech specs over. Arm to break things. Smash and tear. "That will be all. The rest is just work I'll need to discuss at a later time. Over a round of sabacc." He nodded. "Until later."

Did be just whisper Hail Hydra at [member="Jared Ovmar"]?

 

[EmKay]

"We've been cleared for operation." said one surgeon.

"Good. We can begin." said the lead.

And so they did.

It was an immediate flurry of activity. Machines on standby came to life, the medical droid was put in charge of surveying the patient and recording vital signs. That's when the surgery began in earnest. First, the lungs. It was a difficult task, to replace the lungs, and it was on a timer. Luckily, some replacements had been grown in the nearby lab as a test. They were supposed to perform more adequately than normal, but still within biological reason, and had a lining that prevented growth of cancerous cells in the event of smoking. They were for a specific target audience, but they were useful right now. Minutes ticked by as lungs were removed, replaced, and reattached, and they all waited for that first breath. It came, unevenly, but as his body adjusted to the fresh lungs, the breath came better and stronger. With that first stage taken care of, they had the droid reconstruct Rhoujen's rib cage and suture him up while they moved on.

Neuro-Saav technicians oversaw the next phase as the surgeons drilled through bone and tissue to access a direct link to the nervous system. This was no crude creation of holes, but nano-insertions that linked up to severed neural networking. The technicians had to correct at several instances before mistakes were made, and before too long, the arm area and eye sockets were ready for augmentation. This is where the techs came in. First, the eyes. The small orbs were brought out of a sterile solution. These were more organic-looking models given their newness, and they quickly set to inserting, installing, and calibrating the interface and zeroing the optics. A terminal was accessed somewhere in the room, and neural mapping was monitored to ensure the brain recognised the new eyes where the old ones were. It took some convincing on their part, but the implants were accepted as expected.

"Is the arm ready?" one of the surgeons asked. They were eager to see where this would go.

[member="Marek Starchaser"]

 

[Corey's OOC]

Marek was overseeing the operation. Not being far from a Neuro-Saav factory, here on Lianna, helped. The organs, eyes, and the (diet) arm, the first one, until the stronger one could be created, was being installed. He was sipping a caf and having a smoke, and giving everyone a glare when they looked at him funny. If [member="Jared Ovmar"] was here, he'd be doing the same, so this place had to be using a different circulation system to the one that [member="Rhoujen"] was in.

Looking at the techs through the window, Marek extinguished his smoke. Right, there was going to be a generation one arm first, that would give data to how the patient responded. And then the second one, the stronger one, could be fine tuned. Activating the switch to speak to the technicians, Marek began. "We're running a two-phase test on this. Phase one is going to be using a standard cybernetic arm. We'll log the data and forward that to the engineers creating the second arm." As he was speaking, a droid entered the room, with the first arm.

"Once the patient wakes up, please send them into the training ground." Marek had one set aside, he was using it more for a laser-tag style of entertainment, but it could be used for so much more, with the right military-grade training equipment. And it would be smart to have a live fire exercise at first. See how long and how well the arm holds up.

With the techs at their task, Marek made off to go get some find a meal before the training was going to begin.

 

[EmKay]

"Right."

That was the only response to be heard from the medical team. They wasted no time calling up a standard, no-nonsense cybernetic arm. It had the approximate same circuitry as any other prosthesis, and but the construction was nothing too extravagant. It was a sleek model that looked mostly organic, and mimicked the strength of a healthy and active man in his mid-twenties. So, it was a little bit stronger than Rhoujen was organically, but not by any unnatural means. Slowly and with delicate precision, the wiring was inlaid to the nervous system, and the mounting parts were grafted on. From there, the arm itself was essentially plugged in and secured on tightly. After a quality check to make sure that everything was securely in place. Following the assurance that everything was in place, the droid set about sutures, mends, final heals, spot checks, and injected an accelerated healing serum to mend bones and tissue faster than normal.

- - -​

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Unfortunately for [member="Marek Starchaser"], the waiting period was longer than he'd hoped. As the body healed, the mind came out of its shelter, and began to aid the process. The Force flowed through Rhoujen's body and in effect brought the young man back into consciousness as his body could withstand it. A week passed, one of vague images, brief sounds, and sterile smells for the still mostly unconscious ex-Knight Commander. In that time, he was announced Killed in Action by the Systems Authority, and from there talk of him ebbed and flowed like a tide. He was a difficult individual for forget, but there was no use in dwelling on the fallen when there was work to do.

"He's waking up."​

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"Keep your distance, he may be confused."​

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"Call Starchaser."​

Rhoujen's eyes slid open, then burst open as he realised he was in unfamiliar ground. He surveyed his surroundings, and felt the anxiety rise and grip onto his shoulders like mental vices. Keeping calm as best he could, which wasn't very calm at all, the ex-Knight Commander pulled off wires, yanked out I.V. needles, and then froze when he saw his arm. His mental gears turned, jammed, and he was left staring dumbfounded at the matte, white-paneled piece of cybernetics that moved in place of his left arm. He moved it, by perfectly natural will, the same he'd move his old arm, and only had slight difficulty touching his fingertips together, but overall...

"What... happened... to me...?" he asked into the air.

 

[Corey's OOC]

Marek was not going to be wasiting time here. He had a lot to do, and had to take care of himself. He knew that the operation was going on, and there was going to be two phases. He had put in a call to Rave to assist with the second arm. The one that was going to be the final project. He was actually doing work here, imagine that. Marek was working with Tion resources, he was on his best behavior. And that mean actually putting in the effort. When his comlink received the message, he nodded. Closing down his datapad, putting it in his leather bag. Something he probably should update. He needed to check the AEL catalog.

But that was besides the point. Making it to the facility, and stepping into the observation room, he saw the being, probably formerly known as Atretes staring at his arm. Hitting the button he spoke. "It was replaced, as were several other... bits." Marek nodded. "Upon review of your record and history, I made the call that this was the best course of action. You're becoming the project of years of Tion research and joint cooperation. We can always reverse the procedure, but that does come with the cost of a pretty negative side effect."

Like Death.

"If you'd be so kind, I'd like to get you calibrated, in the next room." Marek pressed a button, opening a door. The room's overhead lights started turning on, and inside there was a set up, not unlike military training rooms, with combat units and a table full of a variety of firearms.

[member="Rhoujen"]

 

[EmKay]

"Replaced..." Rhoujen muttered.

He looked from his arm up to the shoulder, looked over his chest and saw the light scarring, and could only imagine what he'd looked like before the operation. He heard the beep of an EKG machine and suddenly stiffened. It was occurring to him that he was in a medical facility. In an operating room. The medical staff remained away as the young man removed the last few wires he'd missed and slowly stod up. His whole body was stiff and rigid as he took step after deliberate step, making his way with controlled pace to the exit of the room. Ten feet. Eight. Five. Three. He took a long, lunge-like step to escape the room and took a long, deep breath. His mind returned to its normal state, and he clicked his eyes to the door that still hissed slightly from the end of its opening motion. He stood upright, rolling his shoulders and pausing for half a moment as metal touched the curve of his neck and jawline. To suffer such a loss...

Rhoujen wasn't concerned about the modifications. Not as much as some. He didn't know the full extent of what they did to him, but he felt a little healthier. A little easier to breathe. His vision hadn't ever been so clear. He knew a benefit when he saw one, and he wasn't going to look a gift Taun-Taun in the mouth. He pushed off from the wall he didn't realise he was leaning on, and made his way to the indicated room. The lights were well on by now, and his vision scanned the whole course. The obstacles, the training equipment, the firing ranges, the combat droids, the parkour runs... he suppressed a laugh as he wondered why the Systems Authority hadn't had anything as complete a course as this. He still grinned with a bit of excitement, though. He enjoyed this kind of thing. He turned, then, to find [member="Marek Starchaser"] wherever he was. If he couldn't be seen, then Rhoujen just called out assuming he'd be heard.

"So before we begin this... calibration... what did I miss?" he said, walking up to the table where several weapons were arranged.

Long-range, assault, CQC, melee. There was virtually every weapon type to test. This was certainly going to be a thorough process, or at least go on as long as Marek felt necessary. This was somewhat exciting. Rhoujen did always like the skills that those not gifted with the Force used. He merely used that power to give himself an edge. He reserved the real fireworks for training or a worthy fight. On that note, he'd need to brush up on the Force as well. That kind of a defeat... he needed to become better. Faster. Stronger. Smarter. He needed to improve himself greatly, and this would be the first step.

 

[Corey's OOC]

This was definitely a tricky thing. Marek Starchaser was only minorly nervous that [member="Rhoujen"] would reject the implants and being saved. It was funny, with this day and age, and the technology that was present, people still feared and loathed cybernetics and biological tampering. With the history he knew of this one, however, the latter wasn’t an issue, so why should the former? That was why The Illusive man hired Marek Starchaser Miranda Lawson took this project underway. And with Tion’s funds? It would be a smart, surefire move.

What did he miss? “Well, there was a lot going on at Naboo, we’ve recovered most of our forces, well, the important ones.” Not the droids. “It’s a bit of a mess, and I am needing to figure out where I can best help our government.” And not sell it and start over. That was the job of [member="Salem Norongachi"].

Whom Marek should contact, about his apprentice. Being alive.

With drinks.

Sometime later.

Free drinks.

“For now? Let’s see how we’re working. This arm is not the final product, we’re working something special for you. But for now, its what we’ve got. Let me know which weapon you want to work with, and I’ll activate the program.” Hopefully the droids responded well and pushed the kid.

 

[EmKay]

Rhoujen nodded as he listened, touching over the weapons while [member="Marek Starchaser"] talked. It was definitely interesting how perspective changes with near-death experience. Previously mundane matters seemed all the more important. He was going to see more of the galaxy, get a richer experience. Live. That brought his mind around to his very existence. As he picked up a sniper slugthrower and looked down the scope curiously since he'd never held such a weapon before, he spoke up.

"So what does everyone know about me? Am I expected to return to Authority service once I'm all patched up?" he asked, then set the sniper down and continued browsing. He was eager to start up this session, but he wanted to fit some pieces together first. He had things he wanted to do and things he needed to do. If he could reduce the list of things that were required of him, he could pursue his wants more freely.

 

[Corey's OOC]

What did everyone know about him? Marek was putting the thought into that. Really, he know that [member="General Mayhem"] had contacted him. That was what he knew. "Mayhem found you. Contacted me, I dispatched an evac shuttle. Reports are inconclusive at this time. I figure you would have an opinion on how ya wanted it handled." He shrugged, more to himself. With the way Tion had been helping Marek, he wanted to give back, and well, they did provide him what he needed here.

"Most likely, we'll be using you to help my corporate interests and allies, but that doesn't mean you can't return to the System Authority." Illuminati were all over.

[member="Rhoujen"]

 

[EmKay]

"Mayhem... that's a droid, right?" he asked.

He barely remembered Naboo. Some parts were searingly vivid, others were blurred visions like a dream. He decided it would be better off not trying to dig to deep into that part of his life. That's not to say he'd wholly forget about it. People don't learn from their mistakes by blocking out the past. He picked up a couple of thermal detonators and slid them around one another in his hand. He decided this was a relatively relaxing motion, and kept them rolling against one another, careful not to accidentally activate the switches. He gazed along the table again and set the grenades down to resume browsing and chatting.

"I have a few ideas about where to go from here. Don't tell anyone I'm alive that doesn't know about it yet. I have some decisions to make." he said, a little cryptically.

He needed some alone time once this whole... healing process was finished up. For now, he had a task to complete and some tests to be the subject of. Again. Just this time, it was his choice. He always had the option to, well, die, if he really wanted to avoid the medical room. He was in no hurry to end his existence, though. Especially not for something like fear. Rhoujen started sorting the weapons on his own, separating the slugthrowers from the blasters with the grenades and melee weapons in the middle as a barrier. He had a fondness for the bullet-based kinetic weaponry as opposed to the energy-based marvels. He made his way around to a locker and tapped a button to open it. Within lie what he hoped would. Combat gear. Nothing was very well armoured, just some blast protection and holsters to keep weapons in. He strapped on a combat vest, a couple of knife sheaths, and a few pistol holsters. The whole set fit together nicely, though it was a bit big for him. He frowned as he cinched the straps as tight as they'd go, but his time unconscious with his body fueling his healing and the Force and trauma... he'd dropped a fair amount of weight.

Once he was mostly equipped for the 'calibration' apparel-wise, Rhoujen picked which weapons he wanted. He stuck to the slugs, grabbing that sniper from earlier, a personal defence weapon/submachinegun, two pistols, and an assault rifle. Adding onto that, he grabbed a handful of grenades (not thermal detonators, because of the overkill), and three knives which found their way to a waist sheath, thigh sheath, and boot sheath. He tried tightening the straps again to no avail, and grumbled frustrated obscenities to himself before speaking up for [member="Marek Starchaser"] to hear.

"Alright, I'm ready. Let's hope I haven't lost my touch."