Was that a yes?

[Daxton Bane]

The subject was strapped down on the gurney, the thick leather straps securing the patient with very little wiggle room. Harsh detergents masked the smells of blood and voided bowels from past visitors, leaving the observers with a metallic taste in their mouth which those who worked here learned to disregard. Hissing sounds could be heard escaping from unseen vents as the unceasing beeps and whirls of the attendant machines droned on like a chorus of the damned. The patient flinched and tried to look away when strong overhead lights turn on and bathing him in illumination, exposing his nakedness to any who bothered to look, but the straps were firm and held him in place. His mimd raced at a thousand miles per hour as he tried to make his voice heard, but his throat lay mute, betraying him to the complex array of medications they had exposed him earlier in the day.

A droid with multiple tool arms stepped into view and made note of his statistics before reporting in a distinct human like voice. "Patient 754-F is awake. Pulse and heart rate slightly elevated. All other stats within acceptable parameters. Ready to proceed."

The voice that replied filled the patient with dread as it calmly said, "Excellent, shall we proceed?" The face that reflected off the highly polished mirror face plate was his own as the blade effortlessly began to cut through flesh......

 

[Daxton Bane]

Behind the mirrored face plate, Daxton's eyes were expressionless orbs. Noticeably absent was the burning anger one usualy found in a Dark Side user, however there was a cool, calculating presence none the less. He felt no empathy for the man he was operating on, no desire to alleviate the pain and suffering, instead he was curious to see what he could find out about the patient.

Whether the subject of his succor lived or died was secondary to his desire for knowledge. The Dark Lord of the Sith believed that knowledge was power and pursuit of this knowledge was paramount.

Why else did he undertake the expense and effort to bring the subject to Commenor from the outlying systems? He had arrived shortly after midnight and was taken directly to the hospital and prepped for surgery. Strapped down to gurney like some sort of sacrifical beast to be offered on the altar of the dark gods.

Putting the blade aside, he used a device to pull back the flesh and peered inside at the exposed organs. Daxton would have to work fast as he dictated his observations to the surgical droid that dutifully recorded it all down...

 

[Daxton Bane]

After what seemed like hours of probing and poking, Daxton finally finished and sealed the incision he had made. The subject was slumbering peacefully, lost in dreams caused by a drug induced coma and wheeled out to recovery room. Droids began to scrub the mess left behind as Daxton took then blackened excised tissue in a clear sealed containment unit.

He had waited long and undertook a great expense for such a viable sample, who could tell when another such sample would be available again. Once he obtained the dna he needed he could grow a culture and further his research but for now he was satisfied to let people think he saved that man out of the generousity of his heart. The irony of that statement always brought a smile to Daxton's lips in more ways than most folk would ever know.