Clandestine Missions with Hipsters and Sith

[Spark Finn]

[member="Ashmedai"]

The feeling of smooth, plush sheets danced across her skin. It was so comfortable. And it was so wrong.

Eyes snapped open. Gaze swept across the foreign surroundings. Lavish.

Nose scrunched up.

But where was he? Where was she? And more importantly, where was that tech? Pushing off the comforter, the slicer stepped from the bed, bare feet slapping against the marble floors. Quiet slaps.

Mind reached forward tentatively in the force. She felt them. The souls. They called out to the young master technopath. But she couldn't pinpoint the location.

Feet padded down the stairs, making a mental map of the place. After a wrong turn or two, she finally laid eyes on Cameron. He lounged like he didn't have a care in the world, like he hadn't done what they actually just did.

#sithlords

Purposeful steps made it over to him. "Where is it?"

Her other questions would come later.

 

[Cameron Centurion]

[member="Spark Finn"]

The Sith Lord was casually reviewing information on certain developments in the core since their rushed departure. It would appear they had departed Coruscant just in time, narrowly evading the insanity of an Alliance invasion of the world. If he had sensed Spark's approach or heard her questioning voice, Cameron did not show it as he continued perusing the information on the datapad.

Once he was done, he placed the device down and sat up straight. Silver-green eyes gazed rather indifferently at the woman, clearly the charade of their interactions was completely done. "Good, you have recovered." Standing, the Sith Lord folded his arms over his chest and reached a single digit up to tap his bottom lip while his gaze swept over the woman's form. The look held no element of desire, however. Despite...what the truth may or may not have been. "You'll need to change. I do not recommend returning to Coruscant for any of your items anytime soon."

Glancing at the chrono, Cameron confirmed something. "I've arranged for a transport to arrive within the next ten hours to collect you and return you to Adekos." By 'transport', Cameron of course meant a capital vessel from the Sith Triumvirate. The Captain hadn't exactly been thrilled to receive orders to venture into Mandalorian space to simply give someone a ride, Cameron had sensed that much. To the Captain's credit, however, he'd kept his mouth shut on the matter.

"As for the device, it isn't your concern. You did your job fabulously, and I've conveyed as much to Adekos." If Spark was still sensing the souls, it was only because the device was in the final stage of being relocated to a containment unit similar in construction to a force cage. There it would wait until it could be re-purposed for the Sith Lord's own needs of...longevity. "I'll have someone bring you some clothing options...or you are free to go into town and find some yourself."

 

[Spark Finn]

[member="Ashmedai"]

The facts quickly gathered in her head: she had ten hours, the souls were close by, and Cameron was going to use them for something else, and she was utterly alone in what she was about to do next.

#thehoneymoonwasover

"I'm sure Lord Adekos will be very pleased. Thank you for the commendation." Glasses were adjusted on the bridge of her freckled-nose. "I'll just go into town. And no need to show me around," a hand waved to dismiss him from following her. "Locating your speeders won't be hard for me."

She tapped the side of her head with one finger and offered the Sith Lord a knowing look before turning and making her way from the room.

#professional #likeaboss

 

[Cameron Centurion]

Close was a gross misrepresentation of the present amount of obstacles separating Spark from her precious souls, but it was a reality she would soon discover all her own. For his part, Cameron was not much phased by the woman's sudden stroke of feigned indifference. The Sith Lord may not have known the young technopath for very long, but her personality was not exactly terribly difficult to discern.

Managing a soft laugh, Cameron could only heave his shoulders in a display of rather sincere indifference to the girl's next actions. "Don't get yourself into trouble." No doubt she would do just that. It was no matter, really. The Sith Lord would hear about it quite rapidly.

[member="Spark Finn"]

 

[Spark Finn]

[member="Ashmedai"]

Bare-feet carried her to a speeder. She was given a credchit for clothes. After all, she literally just had the dress on her back. If she found any tracking devices on the speeder, she just switched them to another or turned off the signal entirely with a push of her mind. A technopath wouldn't be easy to track.

#madskillz

It wasn't long before she parked the speeder and purchased some clothes. First, shoes. Then some leggings and a white-thick jacket, followed by a dark-grey beanie. #hipster Jacket was a bit big but she didn't have many options. #hipsterhip

Fully-clothes with the blue dress on beneath, she idled the speeder for a moment, eyes closed. Her mind stretched out with the force. The souls' signal was getting weak now. But she still had her wrist-chrono too. She could always try tracking it manually. Opening her eyes, she manuevered the speeder in the direction she was being lead and frowned.

Definitely mountains.

Definitely cold.

Definitely a lot of walking.

Foot pressed down on the accelerator and she was off, speckled gaze checking the rear-view mirror every now and then. She honestly didn't know what to expect from Cameron. Or if he'd even bother. He made it clear about his feelings for her. She was just another tool. And once the job was finished, she was easily discarded back into the tool-chest. Whatever their connection had been from the night terrors and surviving the job together, was most likely gone.

She tried not to think about it too much as the countryside zipped by.

 

[Cameron Centurion]

Cameron had returned to his own work the moment that Spark had departed. Despite her efforts to remain...undetectable, her speeder was all too easy for his people to track. For one, Corstris was not exactly a high-density population. Two...most of the people that did reside on Corstris relied on whatever sort of public transit existed. A single speeder departing his estate and then wildly flying out towards a mountain range that nobody dared to visit...was all the tracking anybody needed.

This was Cameron's homeworld, a world he had returned to at the first opportunity following the death of Alathor. Over the years, the Sith Lord had funneled much of his fortune into building the small society that currently existed on Corstris. The people here? Descendants of the ancestors that Cameron had originally brought back to Corstris with him for the principal purpose of constructing his own facilities. Though the sector of space that the planet resided in shifted hands from many foreign governments, it remained relatively well-excluded from the vast majority of available star maps.

For a reason.

"Mi'lord."

Cameron looked up to see his oldest associate standing in the doorway. "What is it, Lord DeSoto?" Anthony DeSoto was by no means a force user. He was, however, the most capable military commander that Cameron had ever met. An acclaim that Cameron, most certainly, would never openly convey.

"You were correct. She is proceeding towards the Citadel."

"Of course she is...all children are irritatingly myopic in their perception of the world around them."

"What do you want to do?"

"Let her go. The device will be securely locked away well before she arrives. All of the technology manipulations in the world won't help her to gain access to it. Plus she'll probably die before she gets to the entrance which she won't be able to open with triggering the first layer of automated defenses."

"I will order the facility into lockdown..."

Cameron stared at the man whom clearly had more to say. "Out with it already, Anthony."

"You really want her to die?"

The Sith Lord merely grumbled as he waved a dismissive hand. For roughly five minutes, Cameron was very well convinced that he couldn't care less what happened to Spark Finn. By the conclusion of the sixth minute, the large Sith was angrily stalking the halls of his estate to an underground access leading to the one hyperspace-capable shuttle he maintained on the planet.

[member="Spark Finn"]

 

[Spark Finn]

[member="Ashmedai"]

The slicer wasn't completely stupid. But she was working on limited information. Well below the last place she sensed the souls, she stopped the speeder. It would be too risky to bring it now. It was time to go on foot.

#huffit

She did have the forethought to park it behind some thick boulders and fur trees, hidden from the road. Tugging the beanie further down her head, she began climbing up the mountain, thin-arms wrapped tightly around her sides. In a second, she disappeared completely.

#aghost

#whitecurrent

Undetectable in the force and by machines. Mind stretched forward. She would work to disable any communication devices at the citadel, first. And if that was successful, the technopath would move onto system weapons. Or even something simple, like opening a door. If there was a side entrance, she'd go for that.

It was freaking cold.

But the thing was. She still had a cliff to scramble up. #gulp

Her form flickered in and out as she climbed. Even a master, she couldn't mechu-deru the citadel, climb and not die, and keep herself invisible. If someone was really looking, they might see a tiny white dot that flickered in and out of view on the gray slate, below.

 

[Cameron Centurion]

Cameron was perfectly comfortable in the cockpit of his shuttle as it rocketed across the plains that separated his estate and Destiny's Refuge from the mountains. Once the vessel had reached the mountain range, the Sith Lord gradually began ascending towards the peak of the tallest mountain. Prior to arriving at that point, however, he'd activated his transponder and notified the command center of his impending arrival.

If the Sith Lord was actively trying to find Spark, it didn't show. At this point, her ascent had not been visually detected. However, the effect of her mechu-deru was all the warning anyone inside the facility truly needed. Coupled with her heavy, continuous draw on the Force itself, isolating her location wouldn't have been terribly challenging for a well trained force user. Fortunately for Spark, there were not a great many of those operating from the Citadel. In fact, there were only two at present, including the approaching Sith Lord.

A side hatch mostly obscured from view unless someone was eye level with the facility receded into the northern wall of the mountain fortress. Without missing a beat, Cameron's shuttle flew towards the mountain almost at full speed. The Sith Lord did not bother to intiate a controlled, high-performance flare to abruptly slow the vessel until just before he crossed the threshold of the Citadel's hangar.

Once the vessel was secured in side, the heavy blast door closed. In a matter of moments, Cameron was descending the loading ramp and proceeding directly towards one of the service elevators that dropped all the way down into the subterranean levels of the facility.

[member="Spark Finn"]

 

[Spark Finn]

[member="Ashmedai"]

Cameron had a shadow. A small, blonde, invisible shadow. She was shaking, still cold from outside, knowing her limbs would be tired, soon. Fingertips were scratched and bruised from climbing. But the adrenaline still coursed through her veins. Mechu-deru got her inside the citadel. White-current kept her cloaked.

From the end of a hall, she caught a glimpse of Cameron disappearing behind closing doors of a lift.

#notgood

She couldn't go the same way he did. But she hoped he would show her the way. She couldn't sense the souls anymore, but she could look up items in a directory. Access it with her mind. And even if she couldn't find the item, she'd hopefully find where they kept high valuable things. The blonde ghost moved swiftly down the corridor, looking for another access point down to the lower-levels. If she didn't find one, she'd circle back and wait for a guard to take the elevator, so she could slip inside as well and descend into the bowels of the building.

She hadn't hurt or killed anyone yet. And she hoped it would stay that way.

 

[Cameron Centurion]

Spark would find that there was no other way to descend to into the depths of the facility from her current location. There were, however, two other lifts that accessed levels of the Citadel dedicated to more routine operations. Similarly, the young technopath could attempt to slice into a terminal in the flight operations room of the hangar if she so desired. The next closest terminal was a couple levels down in one of the office spaces. However, any terminal accessed without the requisite identification code being manually inputted would trigger an alarm. Undoubtedly there was a way to work around that as well, but it would require a great deal more time and finesse to trick the system. Further more, there were no records kept of the activities in the bowels of the Citadel. The Sith Lord had learned long ago that any form of a paper trail was a liability. In this instance though...it was just unnecessary.

As the lift carrying the Sith Lord rapidly arrived at its destination, Cameron compressed his nose with two fingers, closed his mouth, and attempted to gently blow air. The effect caused his ears to pop as the pressure in both equalized with the increased atmospheric pressure at depth. The lift door's immediately closed behind him, but the lift remained at its current level, having been switched to independent service. After all, anyone that Cameron wanted down here was already here. Passing through two security doors with biometric access protocols, and walking down a fifty meter corridor that evaluated height, weight, and gait against dimensions programmed into the security system, the Sith Lord was granted access to the inner sanctum of his past life.

Hundreds of years ago, this chamber would have been filled with all manner of sentient beings and a variety of weapons in various stages of completion. Now, it was mostly empty, used to house treasures and secrets that spoke to the past of the Sith Lord's actual family.

[member="Spark Finn"]

 

[Spark Finn]

[member="Ashmedai"]

All dead ends.

#justonewaydown

The white-currented slicer maneuvered her way back to the lift she saw Cameron go down about thirty standard minutes ago. She waited, hoping one of the guards she barely slipped by in the corridors would take it.

She waited.

And waited.

#sobored!

It was clear no one else was going. Hugging the white-sweater closer to her form, she reached forward with her mind, tricking the code with mechu-deru to bring the lift up and let the blonde ghost inside. Booted-feet shuffled inside and the doors to the lift closed. Hand reached out to steady herself on the railing as it plummeted. Stomach dropped.

But she couldn't think about the physical discomforts, her mind was too busy tricking the systems. She could do that all day. However, it wouldn't stop anyone from noticing the unscheduled movement of the lift, or even the lift doors opening and closing on the main level with seemingly no one around.

#getting closer

And if anyone was around the lift once it got to its basement destination, well, they might be surprised to see the car empty once the doors opened.

 

[Cameron Centurion]

[member="Spark Finn"]

Klaxon's sounded not when the lift was commanded back up to the hangar level against the inherent programming of the independent service mode, but when it was sent back down to the secure level without a biometric sample being registered in the security room which occupied the floor above the vault. Reacting as trained and per protocol, security overrides were activated in the lift to force it to stop its descent. However, Spark's continuous use of mech-deru was able to override that relatively simple programming.

The moment the lift had opened on the vault floor, there were only two security officials standing in front of the first reinforced security door approximately one hundred meters from the lift. The men were armed with FC-1 flechette launchers and FWG-5s carrying similar rounds. True to the point, it was expected that a force user would attempt to override security protocols. The armed men were probably the lowest grade of threat that existed. The countermeasures increased significantly if Spark attempted to pass through the last two security phases.

Without prompting, one of the men immediately fired an anti-personnel canister into the lift, the second fired one roughly fifty meters from their position. When the second guard fired, the first quickly reloaded another canister. The anti-personnel canisters spread hundreds of razor-sharp flechettes over a ten-meter area when erupted. The spread was designed to spread flechettes inside the lift and halfway to their present location. Visible threat or not, the lift had not moved of its own accord.

Inside the vault proper, Cameron had just accessed the specific chamber housing the device they had acquired. The device itself was in a containment chamber. Though he'd not sensed Spark specifically, the sound of klaxons had brought a thin smile to his lips. She was about to be too late. Erecting his own protective barrier of force energy around the chamber he occupied, the Sith Lord set to the task of accessing the device proper. The freedom of the souls was imminent, but they would immediately find themselves trapped in the chamber with a Sith Lord.

Then...Cameron would consume all of their lingering life forces.

 

[Spark Finn]

[member="Ashmedai"]

Bing

The doors opened. And the slicer was immediately fired upon. Force-bubble shimmered to life around her and her white current dropped. A few flechettes snuck in before her bubble went up. She felt a slice along her cheek and knew her brand-new white jacket had some shreds along the sleeves but luckily, it didn't get to flesh.

#stillgotbloodonmyface

Booted-feet carried the diminutive and now visible blonde forward. With a shove of her arms, she sent the force bubble forward in an offensive move with enough force to slam into the two guards firing on her and slam them back against the outer wall. Hard.

#sorrysorry

Not taking any chances, she moved the force to crush their weapons. Drops of crimson ran down the pale-skin of her face and fell silently on the white fabric of her jacket as she moved.

 

[Cameron Centurion]

The guards did not die, not immediately anyways. The breaking of bones could be heard as they crashed violently into the wall. Though the now visible Jedi had disabled their primary weapons, the two men were quick to unholster FWG-5s. However, no shots rang out as the unknown force user crushed them as well. With fire in their eyes, the guards resolved themselves to give the final measure of devotion if absolutely necessary. Unsheathing knives contained in their gear, they prepared to come to their feet to advance on Spark...pain or not.

Still largely unconcerned with anything but his current task, Cameron wouldn't have been able to sense what Spark was doing if he wanted to from within the containment chamber. Holding the device in his left hand, silver-green eyes gazed at the simple-looking device as he exhaled heavily. Though he'd taken no physical action, his mind had already danced over its intent. He could not feel [member="Amorella Shamalain"] at the moment, having placed himself somewhere that sensing anything outside of the room was impossible, but he knew his wife well enough. She would disapprove...rather stringently if he consumed these souls for his own use. Did he even need them? No...not really. It was just the easier method.

Cameron Centurion could stand a great many things in life, and he suffered the opinions of no one. No one except...the only one. The only entity in the galaxy that mattered to him more than his own life, his own strength. Exhaling, Cameron pocketed the device and turned to depart the containment chamber. The moment he did, he felt two things...the return of his beloved's presence and the overwhelming warmth of her distant approval and...the tension radiating from the main lobby of the vault. Rolling his eyes, Cameron mumbled underneath his breath. "I'm going to kill her on principle."

Anger immediately began to surge through the Sith Lord's body. He couldn't care less about who she killed or attempted to kill. He didn't care about her taking his property, and he didn't particularly care about her breaking into this facility. The only thing he cared about was her continuous and obvious failure to understand her place. The Sith Lord had saved her life on multiple occasions, opened up to her about an element of his past, and he'd done his level best to ease her tension going into the operation. She repaid that by allowing herself to think she occupied some station in his eyes, the eyes of Adekos, the Triumvirate, or the Force in general demanding her to make idiotic decision after idiotic decision in the name of what? Souls that she presumed came from innocent people? They were dead. Period.

Tendrils of raw dark side power began to crackle around Cameron's knuckles instinctively. With a loud, guttural yell, the Sith Lord withdrew the device from his pocket and raised it high into the air. With a combination of his own natural strength and the power of the Force, he drove his hand down and crashed the device into the durasteel flooring. The device shattered almost immediately and the Sith Lord felt the strength of countless souls racing outwards. "No."

With some effort and quick manipulation of the more arcane Sith Arts, Cameron extended both his hands as a field of invisible energy reached out and latched on to all of the souls. "You are not free." Closing his eyes, the Sith Lord began chanting a series of words from the tongue of the Ancient Sith in rapid succession. In mere moments all of the souls began to drop towards the ground until they disappeared entirely, banished to Chaos...immortality within the Force. Opening his eyes, Cameron snarled as he rushed forwards. After perhaps...five steps his physically presence faded into wisp dark blue traces of energy.

[member="Spark Finn"]

 

[Spark Finn]

[member="Ashmedai"]

The guards struggled. She did not enjoy their pain. Her actions were made beyond self-survival. The souls were her responsibility. The moment she sensed their enteched prison on Cosurscant, even before reaching the station, she knew they would haunt her until she made things better. Made it right.

Little did she know that she and the Sith shared the same definition of 'freedom.' She didn't want them freed to wander in the waking world. She wanted them freed to move on. To join the next life.

She was at the biometric check point when she felt it.

10,000 souls escaped and just as suddenly, gone. Moved on. Blue-eyes widened in shock and relief. She wouldn't be haunted now.

10,000 souls freed in the way they were meant to be was so distracting that she momentarily forgot about the broken guards behind her. Instead of moving forward through the secured area, the slicer withdrew and spun around. A vibroblade slashed through the air a half inch from missing her head. She lunged right, but not fast enough.

Steel embedded itself into her left thigh. A cry escaped her lips as she finished the lunge and twisted free. She felt a ripping of tendons and skin, her bony-form crumpling to the cold, hard ground.

A force bubble went up again. But this time defensively only. They could continue to stab all they liked. But their blades would bounce off and eventually break. The blonde lay motionless inside.

#Ineedadayoff #Ineedamomentorten

One cheek pressed into the cold, duracreet. The other was wet with warm blood. Her leg was on fire, blood pooling beneath her, soaking the legging and her dress, and the once beautiful new jacket.

#lotsofblood

Somewhere in the back of her mind she knew she needed to sit up. Stop the bleeding. But she knew he was coming. Coming for vengeance. To finish the job.

#herecomesCammy

The souls were freed. That's all she cared about. She would accept the consequences to come without a whimper or protest. Because that was who she was. They hadn't corrupted her. She was worried the Sith had. Yes, she towed the line. But she would go out her own way.

The cocoon of protection flickered, as her face paled even more than was normal.

 

[Cameron Centurion]

The only thing that Spark might have felt as he protective shielding collapsed was the rapid onset of heat immediately followed by a distinct, pervasive chill that seemed to drift not just through the air but the Force as well. The blow that Spark might have been expecting in that weakened state never actually came. The next sound to even follow was the sound of guards collapsing to the floor. They were not dead, but they would not be conscious anytime soon either.

As the Sith Lord had seemingly done more times in the last twenty-four hours than in the entirety of his life, he scooped the lithe form of Spark Finn into his arms, careful not to further damage her already injured leg. It was not chivalry or affection that tempered his anger slightly. In fact, if Spark was useless to the greater galaxy or his own future purposes, he would have happily snuffed out her life. Women and children were no more safe from his fury than military-age males.

Casually, the Sith Lord retreated back to the lift which had sustained some rather extensive damage. Fortunately, it was working well enough to carry them back to the hangar level. A number of soldiers had mobilized in the hangar as the klaxons that had sounded some time ago were still reverberating throughout the entirety of the Citadel. With a cool indifference, the Sith Lord kept his silver-green gaze focused on the shuttle beyond, walking past subordinates that had no doubt never even seen him before this day.

Within a matter of minutes, they were aboard the vessel and Cameron placed Spark on a large sofa in the main passenger compartment. Wordlessly, he turned to retreat to the cockpit. If the woman had attempted to struggle against him or communicate with him at any point in time, he would have simply subdued and ignored her. Cameron Centurion had no words to offer Spark Finn at this particular moment.

[member="Spark Finn"]

 

[Spark Finn]

[member="Ashmedai"]

Hand fumbled to cover the gaping wound on her thigh. In one instance she felt feverish replaced quickly by a bone-seeping cold. She braced for the blow, willing her eyes to stay open, trying to keep pressure on a wound that wouldn't stop leaking crimson. But it didn't come.

Maybe he was just picking her up to break her back.

But he didn't drop her.

Bloody head lulled over the Sith Lord's arm. A small river of scarlet dripped from her leg, silently staining anything it came into contact with: her hand, shoes, his shoes, a trail from the basement, in the lift, across the hangar, and into the shuttle.

On the couch.

"Promise it'll be quick," she mumbled incoherently to Cameron's retreating back. It still felt like she was moving. But now being carried in the arms of a steel beast. She refused to pass out.

#gooutonmyterms

Every time she felt the black spots invade her vision, her blood smeared fingers would press down harshly in the open wound, letting the pain bring her back. It would be a very long, short shuttle ride.

#whatwashewaitingfor?

Maybe he'd believe that she just missed him and wanted to pay him a visit at the citadel.

#lol #gettingdelirious

 

[Cameron Centurion]

The Sith Lord's lack-of-attention to Spark's wound was the extent of any harmful action he attempted to take against the girl. Once they had returned to his estate, Cameron made his way back into the passenger compartment and collected Spark. While he'd heard her comment when they were departing the Citadel, he offered her no insight, no indication of acknowledgement aside from the sporadic moments of attention required to transport her weakening body.

In less than thirty seconds, he was carrying Spark towards a side entrance that lead straight into the basement of the estate. In the basement were a number of specially-designed rooms to include a small security outpost and a medium-sized medical facility. A doctor stood waiting at the entrance.

The woman, formerly a Jedi Healer gasped at the sight and tossed an irritated scowl in Cameron's direction. "Cameron! You couldn't even treat the wound."

The Sith Lord stared at the diminutive woman with an empty expression. "Just tell me where you want her."

The Twi'lek exhaled heavily before turning and motioning for Cameron to follow.

Entering the basement, Cameron followed the Twi'lek doctor back to the medical room. When the woman had pointed to a gurney, the Sith Lord deposited Spark's body.

"Clothes."

The Sith Lord glanced at Spark then back to the doctor. "What about them?"

"If you want this to work, they need to come off. I'll pu---"

Cameron didn't wait for the Twi'lek to finish before he motioned with a hand, ripping all of Spark's clothes straight down the middle and pushing the fabric to either side with the Force.

The sound of ripping diverted the Twi'lek's attention as she went about gathering the breathing apparatus. "Cameron what is wrong with you!?"

Silver-green eyes flashed briefly with anger. "Just put her in the fething tank and close your mouth. It's been a long weekend."

The Twi'lek stared at him for a moment but decided it better not to poke the bear. He looked cranky. Wordlessly, she went about affixing the apparatus to Spark's mouth before motioning for Cameron to place her in the tank.

Cameron almost smiled as he grabbed Spark's now nude form and unceremoniously tossed her over the lip of the bacta tank and inside the healing fluid. Limbs may very well have hit the lip of the tank on the way in, but Cameron was clearly unconcerned at the moment. Turning to the Twi'lek, he gave a simple command before departing. "Inform me when she is fully conscious but do not remove her until I say."

[member="Spark Finn"]

 

[Spark Finn]

[member="Ashmedai"]

Blue-eyes tried to focus on the twi'lek arguing with the Sith Lord. #momanddadrfightingagain Mouth opened as if to speak but closed. Fingers still curled down on her wound. But very quickly, the slicer felt an odd sensation.

Ripping noise.

Tugging.

Cold draft. Everywhere. He's going to see my nerd undies that has the binary code written all over in pink!!!!!

Head felt like it weighed more than a gundark but she lifted it anyway to confirm her fears. A squeal left her lips, arm immediately moving to cover her chest. Bony-ribs showed beneath skin. And then he picked her up. She stiffened. Glasses were taken off.

#worsethandying!!!!!!

Mind lurched forward, instinct going to turn off the lights. The lights flickered. The nude #nakeee slicer plunged into the thick liquid, elbow jarring the side.

#owww

And that's when the unconscious drug finally worked its way into her system. She could've sworn she caught a blurry image of Cameron smirking before everything faded into blackness.

A few hours later...

The twi'lek made the call, hoping Lord Centurion was in a better mood. For the girl's and her own sake. The blood from Spark's wound was gone. She would have a nasty scar but everything else was fine. Even the cut on her cheek would fade with time.

Spark's eyelids fluttered open in the thick goo of the tank. Panic immediately set in.

 

[Cameron Centurion]

Cameron's mood hadn't really simmered much. However, the truth was that he drifted through life in various stages of anger, it was the control of said anger's manifestation that had more or less been his life's work. Emotions ran deep in most Sith, but they were the principal component of Cameron's genome it seemed. It had been a severe struggle to deal with the reality as a young child. His abduction and enslavement by his first master had merely been the trigger to opening the well-spring that was coded into his DNA. Unknown to Cameron at the time, Alathor had planned his actions quite perfectly.

He hated the man more and more for it every day. In fact, his hatred for his long-dead biological father could undoubtedly be attributed to all of Cameron's successes in life. How ironic.

Sweeping into the medical facility, the Sith Lord's silver-green gaze regarded Spark in the fluid for less than a second before redirecting to the doctor. "Will she be ambulatory now?" Perfunctory.

The Twi'lek rolled her eyes slightly. "The patient has recovered just fine. May I release her from the tank?"

Cameron made a very disinterested gesture that suggested he was granting permission.

In a matter of moments, the tank had been drained into a reservoir that would have to be disposed of. Opening the front panel, the Twi'lek carefully passed the young girl a comfortable robe before removing the breathing apparatus covering her face. Smiling in an attempt to soothe the girl, the doctor made a soft comment. "Come. Let's get you dressed and fed."

The Sith Lord, obviously, had seen enough and turned to depart the moment the tank had been opened.

[member="Spark Finn"]