Alchemy Body Enhancements

[Matreya]

Daemos found himself sitting before the massive desk always found inside of his office on Tera Lush, before himself rested an opened book, his gaze slowly slide from left to right along each page with an experts speed. Each word and syllable of the book was noted, and sorted in his memory.

The book? The Creation of Monsters, by Sheev Palpatine. He had recenlty stumbled across the hastily copied form before himself, and had since been spending every moment not eating or doing other necessary functions pouring over its knowledge.

He had before hand already read, and of course memorized the contents of his Knotters of Entrails scroll, and now sought to do the same with the current. But the problem was though Palpatine had nearly finished the book originally, when the person that penned down this copy did so, they were obviously in a hurry and had no chance to finish the already unfinished work.

That said, it still took Damien roughly 70 hours to finish what was there, up until that moment, of course that didnt count in the deciphering of hasty writing and font. But he had finally finished, and now believed himself ready to attempt something outrageous.

So he did two things: firstly, Daemos sent out a highly encrypted message to any that wished to have something surgically changed on their forms - though in reality he simply sought test subjects. Next he also dove deep into a meditative state - one like he had never before performed. Hourse were spent hovering in the air, cross legged position, with his eyes closed and his senses mingled with those of the Force. Was he attempting to hone a skill? Bring energy into himself to ready his body? Hoping the Force would tell him more?

No, he sought some whom would wish to aid him in his next endeavor's.

Before the rise of the sun on the next morn, Damien slowly lowered his feet to the ground, and walked to his secretary's desk, "Find these people. At any cost. Send them my way." Damien muttered, scribbling three names quickly onto a slip of paper before pushing it towards Jess' hand.

[member="Viktor Romanov"] [member="Darth Arcanix"] [member="Lisa Ticon"] [member="Kazdaya"]

 

[Viktor Romanov]

Viktor barged into the office with a magna guard in tow for his protection, he wasn't one to take risks and leave himself outnumbered. He walked straight past the front desking, ignoring the petty secretary's pleas for attention. She wasn't the one he was here to talk to. Viktor barged into the main office and saw a man there.

The man showed the telltale signs of being a sith, he was too obsessed with objects and Viktor could feel the dark side of the force emanating off him. Viktor had never seen this man before, but he could tell by the way that he carried himself that he was one of the higher ranking sith. Most likely a knight as masters were becoming rarer and rarer.

After examining the man, looking him over for any signs of weakness, Viktor impatiently introduced himself. "What is it that you want from me?" Viktor stood with a tall and menacing figure, raising his stature.

[member="Lord Daemos"]

 

[Taeli Raaf]

[member="Lord Daemos"] [member="Viktor Romanov"]

"Now, now, no need to be brusque," Taeli said, walking into the office behind the hulking figure. She had come alone, but as a Sith Knight, she was never truly defenseless and she had brought her lightsaber in the satchel around her shoulder.

"Darth Arcanix, at your service," she said, bowing before the man who had summoned them and showing proper manners. Something in her mind was tugging at her curiosity though, something she had carried with her at all times.

'Strange,' she thought as she said aloud, "So mind I ask what your summons was for?"

 

[Viktor Romanov]

[member="Darth Arcanix"] [member="Lord Daemos"]

Viktor watched as the new comer came in and mentioned his attitude, then after the remark turned back to their host. "Apologies, I do not mean to appear so bold." His voice had no sound of apology, no empathy just sheer coldness.

But then something even weirder began to happen when the female sith entered, he had this feeling in his chest. Surely it wasn't his heart, he had disposed of that years ago. It must be object that he had held with him ever since finding it in the works. He had no idea what could be activating it, but he had a guess about the woman's presence being involved. He ignored this fact for now, and again turned to his host.

"So again, I ask, why have you summoned me... us." Viktor snarled, remembering the woman. He hated having to share his glory with others, let alone be forced to work with them.

 

[Matreya]

Damien allowed a slow smile to spread across his face, revealing razor tipped fangs. But like the mans apology, his smile was cold, positively dipped in ice, "Do not think I am to be fooled. Watch your tone boy. I called you here for our mutual advantages. I have sent out a summon to you both, and another, as well as to many others under the guise of a surgeon needing patients.

"In reality it will be more to the point of testing my abilities in Alchemy. The Force, upon meditation, told me of you, whether so you could learn, better what you know, or to be test subjects, I am not aware." Damien said then paused to lean back in his chair, "I have much more information on the matter than the average man, Alchemy I mean, and can teach you if that is why you both were sent to me."

[member="Viktor Romanov"] [member="Darth Arcanix"]

 

[Taeli Raaf]

Taeli could feel a smile growing across her face, she always enjoyed learning new things and alchemy was something she had been learning from her master. But, it never hurt to learn from another source as her master might keep a few things to herself. As for being experimented on herself, well she had already done one thing to herself, and depending on what the man had in mind, she might consent to other experiments.

"I'd be open to learning and having certain experiments done to myself, but nothing monstrous," she replied. "I like my body how it is mainly."

[member="Lord Daemos"] [member="Viktor Romanov"]

 

[Viktor Romanov]

[member="Darth Arcanix"] [member="Lord Daemos"]

Viktor was annoyed by the man who stood before him, but it was concealed through his veil of complete and utter apathy. "You may outrank me, but I am not the boy here." He calmed himself quickly, as though he had never been upset. This was because the man had referred to him as boy, it was possible that the young man had, in fact, lived for much longer than Viktor thought, but that was highly unlikely.

As the woman offered herself up to be the test subject, Viktor was a bit frustrated by her purism. "You must keep your mind open, function is superior to form." He stared at her intently through his mask, but soon his attention changed to the man instead. "Fine. you have me intrigued, I shall perform if for naught else but to increase my own skill."

 

[RC 212]

[member="Lord Daemos"]

Lisa had snuck into the room behind the two as they barged in in their endless crusade for power. She was a simple girl, clad in silvery green armor and blazing green eyes peered from the shadows, contrasting from her void black hair. As they spoke of Alchemy her ears perked up and she became more alert. She was a novice, only just begging to experiment with forge construction.

Still a chance to learn was always good.

She stepped from the shadows at the corner of the room, weapons jangling on their harnesses and her sniper rifle over her shoulder, looking like a space rambo.

"I for one am very interested in what will occur here. Tell us more?"

 

[Matreya]

Before Damien could retort about age, there was a voice over his intercom, "Sir, there are nearly a thirty different people in the waiting room. Its almost to the maximum capacity, if you have any plans with them, I ask that you fulfill them as soon as possible." Jess, his amazing secretary, never was rude and as such when she made a request he tended to do his best to do as she asked.

"In three minutes, send the first two that arrived in." Damien said in response, then when the time came for the response he looked to the 'boy', "Appearance means little. Think about it this way, I'm well past a thousand years old. Well past" Then he was on his feet, and gesturing to the trio before himself to follow him.

Leading through a small door, that he seemed to fill up when he passed, then into a dimly lit room with stainless steel walls and a display similar to one found in a surgery room he began again, "Now that I am aware you all wish to learn, then let us put my knowledge to the test, and all learn in the field. In a matter of a few minutes, as you heard, people will begin coming through that door," At this he pointed at the door opposite the one they entered, "and when they do, we will all tell them the things they need to hear: that we are all professional surgeons and this is a simple procedural event that will go over smoothly. They all will have random requests needing to be filled, and we will fill them, but not before attempting to alter things that need be altered by our own judgements. The simplest thing I can think to change, is the face.

"When that first person comes through the door, I will show you what I mean by making a Mask. Then I will undo it. Remember though that Masking one's appearance is difficult to do, as it bends molecular bonds to the caster's will. So those of that are not strong enough, I will lend my strength." Damien said, then just as he finished the door slid open and a brunette waltzed in - simply saying walked doesn't do it justice, as the woman was blatantly arrogant and seemed to think herself better than all others including those before her.

"Welcome Madam...Thiroix, as I am to understand, you wish to have a quick facial reconstruction?" As he spoke, the man had simply plucked the information from the woman's head, alongside conjuring the image that he held a datapad before himself. Of course the others wouldn't see it, but could likely deduce why he was 'pretending' to hold something. As well, what luck that she wanted something that he was already prepared to do - even if not the way she had believed it would.

"Yes, I am looking for a little lifting of my cheeks, plumper lips, and a few other alterations that should be written down." She said coldly, as if he should have known this without needing to be affirmed.

"Of course, please lay on the table." As she did this, Damien turned to the trio, gesturing to them to come closer and watch. After rubbing a quick alcohol swab across her arm, the man injected her with anesthetics, sending her easily into the land of dreams and darkness. Then, closing his eyes, Damien placed his hands over the woman's face.

Lucky for Damien, the difficult task of altering molecular alignments was something he was already well versed in, as he had worked it many a time on several types of weaponry. Thus, he started with a slow exhale of breath. Reaching out with his power, he began to forcibly move the molecules of the cheek bones and skin alike, stretching them, then thinning. To the eye it seemed her face was melting, or some kind of river/body of water, yet to those versed in the Force, such as Damien, they could sense the deep changes as the bones rose ever so slightly, moment by moment.

It was a taxing job, likely the most difficult of the entire process, thus the one he started with first. Moving first one direction, then another, Damien hoped to bring about the best effect he could, but as said it was not easy. Next, shifting it further up, he melded and molded the bone outward until it was roughly the same shape as when the woman had come in - just higher against her face.

Moving on from there, with a deep exhale, Damien then turned to her lips which were simply flesh nodules thus easily changed, but still being his first time attempting such, he moved slow. Little did he think about the fact that he was used to reworking metallic alloys, which were far tougher than human flesh, so he should indeed find it easy. Instead he simply let time tick away as his concentration did not falter.

Before long, with little to no evidence to point that Alchemy had been the thing to change her, Damien awoke the woman and sent her from the room with the orders to send in the next.

"Whoever wishes to try now, simply reapply what I just perfromed. Dont attempt to coerce the flesh, or ask it politely, force it to your will and move it."

[member="Viktor Romanov"] [member="Darth Arcanix"] [member="Lisa Ticon"] [member="Kazdaya"]

 

[Taeli Raaf]

[member="Lord Daemos"] [member="Viktor Romanov"] [member="Lisa Ticon"] [member="Kazdaya"]

"I'll try next," Taeli said quietly as the next patient, a slightly older man walked into the room. From his bearing, she could tell he had either been an actor or some sort of profession that was associated with being on holocam.

"Mister . . . Ol'gan, yes, we were expecting you," she said, putting on a very kind air. "What did you want done?"

"Whatever you can manage," he replied, laying down on the table and closing his eyes. "I've got an audition soon and I need to look my best."

"Very good, sir," she replied, putting him under with the anesthesia. Calling upon her command of the Force, she sought the bonds between the man's molecules, just as the man who had summoned them here had explained. Reaching with the Force, she began to subjugate the molecules to her will, crushing them under her proverbial heel and heed her commands. Slowly, but surely, the man's face started to gain that melt-y aspect that their host had demonstrated. Orderng the subjugated molecules to arrange themselves to her desires, she started to lift the slightly sagging skin, smoothing and stretching so it would take on a more youthful appearance.

She could feel the tax was rather draining her, but luckily she had something for that. Calling upon her concentration amulet, she filled herself with its power as she moved on to reshaping the man's face structure, slowly, almost glacially slow, to a more slender and handsome look. Once she was satisfied with the results of his cheek and nose structure, she started to remove the last few wrinkles on the man's face. He would, for all intents and purposes, look like a more youthful and handsome version of himself, well his face. She couldn't completely eliminate the marks of age, but he would at least not be a sagging face on camera.

Stirring him with the Force out of his sleep, she handed him a small mirror.

"Satisfied, sir?" she asked, well aware of her audience.

"Incredibly, you've got a gift," he said, examining everything. "It feels so natural."

"That is our job," she replied, smiling pleasantly.

"Thank you," he said, getting off the table and moving out of the room.

Looking over at her fellows, she let out an exhausted sigh and said, "Well that was draining, think I need a minute to recover. Someone else can work on the next one."

 

[Matreya]

Damien smiled as the woman worked, nodding his head in approval. She was good, a little trying on the matter of Force connection - then again who was he to judge? if not for his own having consumed so much soup, he might be far weaker than she - but she was good. When she finished, Damien reached out mentally to force his way into the man's mind, ceasing all but the most basic functions - effectively freezing him in time.

Stepping forward, Damien examined her work, almost felt like changing a few small things than shook his head, released his hold, and moved away. She was indeed good.

"So, whose going next?"

[member="Darth Arcanix"] [member="Lisa Ticon"]@ Viktor Romanov

 

[Matreya]

Seeing no one step forward, Damien sighed, "Very well. Keep recovering Darth Arcanix. I will take this one. Also, I wish to try complete alterations on the next two. Not just minor things, but full fledged changes. After, I can use Mnemotherapy to remove memories of their previous form's."

Just as he finished saying this, Damien was surprised to find that the door was already opening, a soft vacuum sound following its space for all of a second, as a man with average build stepped into the frame. He was Twi'lek, with a light blue, almost greyish colored skin tone, his long Lekku swishing as he stepped inside. Clad in brown gear that could likely be inferred as scavenger clothing, with multiple pouches attached across his waist and around his belt line.

Damien smiled as the man spoke, ignoring him out right, Think I can make him look human? He sent to the group behind himself, sensing the cocky feeling as it spread across his body. This would be by far, much more difficult then the last, and way larger a task than he had expected to come so quickly in the day. Should he remove most of his store of energy, just so that he could learn if his talents were that great?

Arcanix, aid me in this. We will go back and forth. I will tackle the Lekku, and get rid of the tinting in his skin. I will need you to change his vocal cords, if you know anything about human and Twi'lek anatomy. Then downsize his eyes, shift his jaw line...basically we will turn him from a modern Twi'lek to a handsome man. Ok? Damien asked the one in particular, his senses finally focusing fully on the man before him.

"I am so sorry, I kind of lost focus there. Can you repeat that?" Damien said aloud, his feeling of cockiness finally numbing as he had decided to give in and allow another to aid him.

"Of course. My name is -" the man began before being cut off.

"Malian Delro, I know this much. I meant after that." Damien said, offering a smile.

"Ah. Well, there is a large scar along my left calf, that wraps fully around my leg. Another here," Malian said, gesturing to his chest, "That stretches from just below the left nipple to around the back and down before coming back to the front. Basically, I just want all of my scar's removed or 'filled in' if you will."

"Of course. Please, lay back on that table, relax and take this injection. Its a simple anesthetic, it will put you to sleep, that is all." Damien said, holding a liquid encased in a syringe into the air. The man nodded and lay back, then he felt a minor sting as Damien injected the needle. If he felt it, it was not shown.

Damien smiled, then waited until the man's pulse was even, before turning back to his ally, exhaling slowly then inhaling deeply, "You ready?" Without waiting for the woman's reply, he seemed to suddenly sit on air, bringing both legs up under him in a folded fashion. After closing his eyes, Damien maintained a slow steady breathing pattern: Deep in, hold for a moment, slow long release. All the while he had already began. Concentrating on the image he saw in his mind, Damien sought to melt the majority of the molecular structure that housed the Lekku, or 'Brain-tentacles' as they were also known, into the mans shoulders, back, and head, obviously attempting to even the look so it didn't seem any abnormalities.

With a sureness that rivalled the most dedicated, Damien moved molecules from different appendages, and pushed them into the shoulder's and back, spreading them evenly like putty. At first the pace was so slow nothing could be seen as different, but over a long moment, it started to become obvious: the Lekku were shortening while also seeming to flatten a little as if loosing some of their dimension. An odd side effect that lasted but shortly, was a deep reddening of the skin, a signal Damien felt that the blood was flowing freely to the surface, so while pausing the molding process, Damien then moved towards the brain and skull, where he started again. This time, the work was even more meticulous, involving moving over nerve endings into the back - as he did not wish to simply remove the organs that were there entirely, instead he wanted them simply relocated - while also stopping blood flow to objects that would cease to be in a moment.

Realizing how drained he was already beginning to feel, Damien relinquished his hold on his own energy reserves, and moved his focus to drawing power from his Talismans of Concentration, the one around his neck, and the ring on his finger. This boost in power was even more then himself at full strength, after draining the energy of multiple bodies alike. So he was good on the reserves end.

"Arcanix, begin on the rest now while I continue on this."

Bringing his attention three sixty, Damien focused on his breathing and the image in his mind as it changed. Slowly the Lekku had gone from tentacle appendages, to flattened useless flesh that in many points quite literally could not be figured where it began and the other flesh ended. It would not be much longer and they were gone wholly.

[member="Darth Arcanix"]

 

[Taeli Raaf]

[member="Lord Daemos"]

Taeli felt fully recovered as her host started working on the Twi'lek, and she could feel the shock emanating form her core as he began to mold not just the man's appearance, but his identifying feature for his species started to disappear and melt into his head. He was changing the Twi'lek's entire species to something else.

Hearing his direction to work on the rest well he focused on changing the head and brain, she did as she did before, bringing her will down on the man's molecules and subjugating them to her will, but this time she went even further than skin deep. She subjugated the molecules that made up his internal organs, but she could already feel the drain on her from this. Calling on her Concentration Amulet, she began by first changing the Twi'lek's skin tone from pale-blue to a more natural human skin tone. AS the molecules slowly changed pigmentation, she started to work on his organs and cells.

She triggered a change in his genes that would accelerate hair growth across his entire body, but that was a rather commanding change and she could feel herself shaking slightly from the effort. She still pressed on by rearranging the Twi'lek's organs to slightly new positions, essentially melting them down a little to move them into better positions that would make him slightly harder to kill. She also started to focus on his skeleton, shortening some bones so he would lose some height, but strengthening them overall so the bones wouldn't be as brittle.

Pulling out of the molecules, she shook her head from the temporary headache she had as she cut the connection to her amulet and decided to watch her host finish the work.

 

[Matreya]

(Did you see the words in my last post in italics? For some reason, every now and then when I type something in italics (to show as a thought) it sometimes doesnt show at all. You ended up doing what I wanted either way, but am just curious. [member="Darth Arcanix"])

Slowly but surely, Damien felt the power ebbing from his Talisman's, but it was no where near enough to feel it threatening to his job. As he continued on with the reformation of the neurological pathways of his patient's head, Damien was surprised to sense where and how his ally did her portion of the work. He had not yet planned to strengthen his bones, and felt this was an amazing idea; theoretically, if the bones became hardened enough, they could be the equivalent of a biological Beskar!

With a rough drag of speed, Damien watched as the Lekku finally began to fully melt into the flesh elsewhere on the body. It was a tiring task, but it was one he had been willing to expend on: at least he did not drain himself wholly, alongside his Talisman's, doing the entire body's changes. But finally, he could move from the point he had spent a surprising level of his knowledge on.

Drawing back from the work, the Sith Knight paused to stretch his limbs, while examining his work. The 'man' before him, appeared justly as such, with little to nothing to signify he had ever been anything but. While Damien cracked and loosened each joint of his own body, he slowly examined from head to toe the body on the table. His organ's were as close to correct size as could be expected from a first time Alchemy user, while the skin's pigmentation was nearly perfect, his eyes were correct...

Everything seemed to be in health, working order!

Time for the less difficult task: telling the being his body was correctly the way it should be. He had for a time been mulling over the way Mnemotherapy would - or should - work, but with only his own experiences at his memories removal, he doubted it would be something he should attempt at a point when it could jeopardize his organization's safety and reputation. Thus, changing what he had originally planned, Damien instead cast his mental control out to the man before himself. Slowly, and carefully, Damien pushed into the brain, a long hall like - this being at least how it appeared each time to Damien - interior with hundreds of doors that branched out. As he opened each door, Damien paused to examine the memories held within.

With meticulous precision, Damien branched into each door until he felt he had gone back far enough, and changed enough memories that the born Twi'lek, would recognize himself as human, with slight issues to his skin tone being the only thing notable.

Releasing a long sigh, Damien tapped the man, "Mr. Delro, it is time to wake up. You're done. Please leave through the rear exit there." Pointing to the door that the 'doctors' had come through, opposite the patient entry, Damien ensured that no one else would be confused by a Twi'lek entering, and a bald Caucasian man leaving.

"Arcanix, I believe this is where today ends. Im not going to be able to much more myself, so lets reconvene here tomorrow."

(Just go ahead and say you come back tomorrow, and throw out whatever kind of biological work you want to try next. We can then 'discuss' what they will be doing.)

 

[Taeli Raaf]

[member="Lord Daemos"]

"Of course, I'm rather tired myself," Taeli replied with a tired smile. The whole process was fascinating and now she was even more curious about what they could get up to when they resumed. Going out through the door she had come in, she made her back to her shuttle to sleep and process what she had learned today.

The next day

Taeli rolled her neck as she returned to the "operating room" to find her host already waiting for her, the others from yesterday weren't there.

"Greetings," she said, a multitude of questions rolling through her mind. "So after everything we did last night, I was curious about something. We changed that Twi'lek's species to more human-like, but how exactly would we go about creating something more Sithspawn-ish? I know we have several spawn that are based off of sentient beings and I was curious if you knew how to create them?"

She was mainly curious because it would help her own research and project, one that was eager to accelerate but she had been holding off until she had more power and skill.

 

[Matreya]

"Yes I know the technique, with little to no actual applicable experience. This was my intentions though, to move onto something much more difficult. What do you have in mind?" Damien asked, a brow arched, his feet resting on a desk while he reclined in his seat.

(Unbelievably late revival lol. Up to you if you want to do this still.)

[member="Darth Arcanix"]

 

[Taeli Raaf]

[member="Lord Daemos"]

"Perhaps we work on perhaps changing someone into a Sithspawn," Taeli replied, tapping her chin in thought. "Call a sentient being in, change their eyes, hands, legs, etc. into something a bit more . . . well more."

Her academic side was curious, and it would give her more application with other aspects of Sith alchemy, something she really really wanted to learn to impress her master with how far she had come. She wanted, no . . . needed to learn this technique, to grow her knowledge base so she would have mroe to call upon and more to teach in the future if she felt the need.

(totally fine we all get busy and threads fall by the way side. To me, a thread isn't dead until a party says it is or it finishes the story)

 

[Taeli Raaf]

[member="Lord Daemos"]

Ignore, double post because lag

 

[PadawnPrawn]

Having heard about suspicious activity that surrounded the area, Fletcher, along with some other Jedi had gone to see what they could report about the events. He got separated from the others, though he wasn't sure if he had just wandered off, sensing something was wrong...
He heard voices and slowly approached a room, hearing the voices getting louder, trying to listen in. Feeling a disturbance in the force, he stood right outside the room, his fingers brushing the hilt of his lightsaber. He knew he didn't look very threatening, most people didn't take him seriously as he wasn't yet a Knight.

[member="Darth Arcanix"] [member="Lord Daemos"]

 

[Jarven Zexxel]

A Gank Comm Implant was a piece of technology that most, if not all, Ganks had installed in themselves from young adulthood. It could communicate words (not voice inflection) and language from one implantee to any number of implantees, as long as the language was understood and they had the right frequency. His brethren had died, though, and his implant was silent. It had only ever gone off once, and that was a freak accident that even Jarven didn't understand. Sometimes, the galaxy likes to make accidents. Sometimes, it wants something to be found. Jarven flinched when he found something. That something was a message playing in his mind.

"What the frell!" exclaimed Jarven as the words went through his mind. Not happy with yourself? Want to get an upgrade? Come on over to Adrian's Augmentations, for all your surgery needs!

A frelling commercial. How the frell did they get on my frequency!?!...Augments? Well, I've been looking for some implants...Was this sent by another Gank? Did someone else survive?!?...Well, it seems worthwhile to find out...C'mon, Jarven. It's incredibly unlikely that you'll find one of your clan mates. THEY'RE ALL DEAD!...But what if they're not all dead? Besides, if it's not another Gank, then I can get some implants out of it.

Little did Jarven know that his last thoughts had been sent back in the form of a message. However, after a little while, his implant stopped looking for a message to send and cut the line.

He turned the corner and walked down an open and intimidating corridor. At the end of the corridor was a young man in front of a door. He stopped next to him and, staring at the door, he said to the boy, "What are you here for?" He then looked at the boy himself.

[member="Lord Daemos"] [member="Fletcher Lorcan"]