A Punk And A Clanker Crash Into A Planet

[Nyx]

When she saw the blowtorch in the droid's hands, she swore loudly.
This was going to hurt.

"Fine, fine! Just. . .Just get it over with!"
Nyx breathed deeply, bracing herself for the pain that about to assault her senses. She just hoped that the [member="Technovore"] would get it over with as soon as possible.
She wasn't exactly a huge fan of pain, after all.

 

[Technovore]

Technovore nodded as he kneeled down next to the woman, the blowtorch resting gently in his hand as he gradually moved his other one towards the wound and it's culprit. Try not to kill the first person you've met He thought as he held his hand in position of the bar, ready to grasp it.

He blinked a few times, as though he were preparing himself and making sure everything was in place before he spoke "This will hurt quite a bit, Nyx. Apologies." He took a hold of the metal piece with a tight grip and; in a swift movement belaying the strength of the droid, yanked the piece out of the leg, tearing up the flesh directly around it due to the surprising amount of force.

In an instant he had dropped the bloody bar and reached over, igniting the blowtorch with one hand and using the other to hold the leg down just in case the patient began to move. He pinned it to the floor and brought the flame in, charring the wound and the bits of meat immediatly around it until it stopped bleeding badly.
[member="Nyx"]

 

[Nyx]

Before [member="Technovore"] pulled out the metal in her leg, Nyx quickly looked around, and grabbed a nearby rag, shoving it in her mouth. She was going to need something to bite down on, after all.

Then it was yanked out, and the rag saw bit of use.
Nyx screamed into the rag as her teeth ground the cloth, and she involuntarily tried to yank her leg away, only for her impromptu surgeon to hold it in place as it took the blowtorch to her leg.

If she thought the yanking hurt, then the burning was complete agony.
She screamed even louder, her senses overloaded with absolute torture.

As the deed was finished, she panted, her eyes drooping closed with pain.
Before she fell unconscious, she managed one sentence: "Hopefully this doesn't ruin my perfect complexion."

 

[Technovore]

Technovore simply shrugged at the statement as he finished with his cauterizing of the wound. He snapped off the flame and gave the tool a toss to the other side of the small shack, before he came up with a reply to Nyx. "I wouldn't know about organic attractions, so sadly I cannot give an opinion or official statement on your complexion."

He glanced up a few moments later only to find that the person he had been talking to was unconscious, likely from the blowtorch overloading her pain sensors and leading to passing out. That's alright, I suppose.

He simply took a seat near her, ready to wait until she finally awoke.
[member="Nyx"]

 

[Nyx]

After what felt like hours, but was likely minutes, Nyx awoke, her head snapping around to @Technovore.
She opened her mouth to speak, then closed it and looked down at her leg.

But she quickly directed her gaze elsewhere, swallowing nervously.
The part of her leg that was cauterized was a charred mess, and it was likely that she wasn't walking on it anytime soon.

After a moment of silence, she looked at her companion.
"So. . . This is where you're from." She said, trying to avoid looking at her blackened leg.

 

[Technovore]

Technovore moved over to [member="Nyx"], taking a seat beside her head as he monitored her leg. It appeared to be in a fairly healthy condition in the long-term, however in the short-term it would likely lead to him having to carry her around some more. Not that he was entirely opposed to the idea of carrying her around, but it would be much better for her to walk.

He thought he could see some sort of soft fear spread in her features as she noticed her leg for the first time since the makeshift operation and subsequent cauterization had begun. He quickly let go of the idea and decided not to question her further about her fears for her own health, even he understood that.

He perked up slightly when she asked about his origin. "Yes, this is where I awakened. I do not know where I am, nor why I am here." That was partially true, the astromech droid he'd eaten earlier had a fair idea of where they were, but Technovore liked to deal in absolutes.
[member="Nyx"]

 

[Nyx]

Nyx stared at the droid for a moment, her face neutral. How did the thing go, not even knowing what it was, let alone why it was there?
That would drive her completely mad.
Her name was the only thing that was hers, along with her ink.
Her ink.

Her head snapped to her leg, and she groaned as she realized the blowtorch had burned away a few of her tattoos.

"Well, looks like I'm going to have to get some new ink." She said with a chuckle, shaking her head.
She had liked those tattoos.

[member="Technovore"]

 

[Technovore]

Technovore cocked his head to the side curiously as he re-examined the leg and noticed that a few of the tribal markings did indeed appear to stop abruptly where the charring had begun. That was curious, he hadn't really paid much attention to them earlier though they were not peeking out quite vividly to him.

"Why do you mark on yourself? Is that a way of finding identity?" He asked solemnly as he continued looking upon the leg for a few moments before turning his robotic gaze to [member="Nyx"] .

 

[Nyx]

Nyx chuckled.
"That's one way of looking at it." She said, tracing one of the tattoos on her arm.
"They're me marking my territory. Me proving to the world that I own my body, that they can't control me, that I can do whatever I want to my body."

It sounded a bit silly when she said it out loud, but it was a sentiment she held close to her. Her body belonged to Nyx, and no one or anything else.
And thinking about it, it was unlikely that [member="Technovore"] was even capable of comprehending the concept; but it gave her a bit of comfort to say it out loud.

 

[Technovore]

Technovore tried his best at a very awkward chuckle before simply shaking his head and stopping abruptly. Obviously laughter was not the intended result of his body. The explanation that [member="Nyx"] gave was reasonable enough, it was simply a way for her as an organic to maximize her individuality in comparison to other organics. Which was sort of odd, because there were likely going to be other people with the same tattoos, so wouldn't it be reducing individuality?

He let it slide, organics were going to be odd sometimes. "Your body could technically be controlled using any manner of mind control devices, your tribal markings would be irrelevant at that point, wouldn't they?" He asked with curiosity, no sign of sarcasm in his voice.