Private Consultation for augmentation

[Vakhari Lutris]

Tag: Jacen Breska

House Lutris, it was a name well known within the order. Not just thanks to the connection to the emperor himself, but also from their extensive and deviously genius sculptors. Prodigies that excelled in the augmentation of the flesh, talented hands that built the bodies of Sith people worshiped as gods.

Today a certain trooper had managed to get into contact with one of these architects, the means was unknown to Vakhari; But did she care? Of course not, payment had been established of course. By her hand? No, by the house she was related to. The girl herself saw things like credits to be nothing more than a stimulant for a greedy, primal mind. What were they really? An item only given value because we say it has it, such is the way of things.

A lab either within the lavish manor and or nearby was to be his stop, the time for his appointment with one 'Vakhari Lutris' was at hand. The man being perhaps the opposite of welcomed by the sterile architecture, hovering droids that made a faint noise as they scrubbed the air. It would be hard to imagine a single germ existed in this place, with its environment taking flip on the normal schemes of colour. White being known for purity, healing, joy.

Here it was sterile, pure in its own way.. With Jacen being the outlier, perhaps he was the germ that didn't belong? It was too late now, his investment into this day had taken something more valued than just the hefty fees.. It took time.

The woman he had came to see stepped out, opening a door that gave a peek into a bright hallway. Mask off, her soft face would be on display as she herself examined this newest test subject.

"One 'Jacen Breska' I assume? It would seem you have arrived on time... Vakhari Lutris, a pleasure."

Gesturing for him to follow, he would get to walk in that bright hallway, followed by the hums of droids sweeping both the ground and air where he had walked.

Soon she lets him into an office with a far more average brightness, taking a seat she clasps a data pad before then gesturing to the open seat.

The room itself held many medical contraptions, some more commonly known... Others not. But it would be rude to not pay attention to her, correct?

"If you would, share with me why you are here today?" ​

 

[Jacen Breska]

CONSULTATION​

WEARING:: Black Suit
EQUIPMENT: NOTHING
LOCATION: :: HOUSE LUTRIS ::
TAG: Vakhari Lutris

The game was unfair, the playing field was unleveled, and the rules needed to change. For some creatures in the galaxy, the fact was incredibly simple and upsetting: Jacen was too easy to kill.

He prided himself on keeping himself 'pure'. Many troopers of the Null Legion were subjected to alchemies and magick. Becoming something less than mortal, and Jacen detested that with all his heart. No manner of magick should go into his body, flood his mind or poison his soul. Still, he was only human. There was a limit to how strong, how quick, how tough he could be and it didn't matter if he met those limits. The weakest being with the Force could throw Jacen across the room without breaking a sweat.

That wasn't right. He was useful, he was good at his job, he had promise. Too much to be cast aside when some pouty Sith didn't get their way. This Empire belonged to him as much as them. The work he'd done and the work he'd go to do was worth the same level of respect as any done by those who swung lightsabers. If they didn't agree with that, they soon would.

But he needed help. He needed some way to enhance himself. Some new tech interface or something. Anything that might raise his ceiling, push past his limits.

He had heard of House Lutris, most often from Null Legionnaires who talked too much and rarely from Sith themselves. Usually he'd have given it no mind but the event on The Darklight changed the way he viewed the Sith and the Empire entirely. If doing your job was enough for an unstable child with the powers of gods to lay you low, what hope did any of them have of living to a ripe old age? Perhaps House Lutris was the only hope.

Jacen bargained his services in a contract away to get the credits needed for an appointment easily enough, and next he knew he was here, standing in front of an impressive Manor one would be forgiven in thinking was just an impressive Manor. Jacen wondered if he was in the wrong location for only a moment before the door opened and he was greeted by the woman in white.

He smiled and nodded politely when called and spoke back "The Pleasure is mine....should I call you Doctor? Ms. Lutris? Vakhari?" He asked as he followed her inside. The sound of the constant cleaning was something that unnerved him. This place felt unnatural to him, and he couldn't help but feel a little insulted as he turned around to spy a droid carefully sanitizing where he had stepped as if he was dropping dirt and grime everywhere he walked.

It 'is' a hospital of sorts, he guessed in his head. They had to keep it clean. Cleaner then he could ever be. If nothing else it spoke to the professionalism of the building and staff. He shrugged slightly and continued to follow his host, blinking rapidly to adjust to the brightness of her office as he sat down in a chair opposite hers, tossing a leg over his other one and lounging back. He kept his eyes locked on to hers and only pulled away to quickly glance at his immediate surroundings before keeping his full attention on hers. When she asked her question, he answered without hesitation.

"Of course," he began, "I need something that makes me better," he said flat out, "That's it without more flowery language."
He shrugged with a hand and took a breath, "I was hoping there was...something that made me more of what I am. Not turning me into something else. Keeping me Jacen, while raising my limits, I guess?" He shook his head and sighed. It all sounded better in his head. He knew in his mind what he wanted to say, but every attempt to put words to it sounded...wrong. Everything except what he said at first, "I guess, yeah. I got it the first time, I need me to be better."

"Can you help with that?"

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[Vakhari Lutris]

Tag: Jacen Breska

When we wish upon a star, we hope and pray for our wildest dreams to come true.. We hope that someday a miracle will happen. It would seem that today, Jacen had found his star in a sense. The girl tapping away at her pad as she thought about the response she had been given, 'better' was of course a subjective term. Some wanted a better mind, and thus would be satisfied with just that, others sought a perfect body to fit their standards.

This answer, vague as it is- Perhaps she could figure out what was desired.

"You may call me any of those, I am wrapping my head around your request. It is often that I am told exactly what they want, cosmetic or otherwise."

She begins to tap away at her pad, typing in words without needing to look at the screen.

"Better.. What is better? Are we saying just augmentations to the flesh? Any technical pieces? Alchemical aid?"

While these questions seemed basic, they held a deeper meaning, one that Vakhari would decide to unveil for simplicity sake.

"What I am saying is that people don't just ask for this for no reason, they perhaps think themselves ugly, maybe useless. You asked about pushing your limits, is this because you feel negatively about yourself?"

She pauses her typing for a moment, grabbing a sip of coffee.

"Now-"

The girl raises a finger before setting down her drink.

"These questions are obviously not easily answered, but if I am to give you the results you want.. I need to put together each piece of the puzzle."


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[Jacen Breska]

CONSULTATION​

WEARING:: Black Suit
EQUIPMENT: NOTHING
LOCATION: :: HOUSE LUTRIS ::
TAG: Vakhari Lutris

"Doctor it is," he said with a nod, a steady breath filling his lungs as he listened to her speak. It must be a nuisance. Him, showing up and not knowing truly what it was he was looking for. He imagined all of her other...clients? Patients? Whatever they were, they knew or at least had a very clear idea of what they wanted done to them. To be prettier, stronger, smarter. And any solution would do. Most people probably didn't have the hang ups that Jacen did. As long as they got what they wanted, fixed some flaw they saw in themselves, who but Jacen cared if it was still 100% them inside?

"I'm sorry, I don't mean to be difficult or anything," his hand reached up and rubbed the back of his neck as if a bit anxious. But just as quickly his hand shot down to his side and his eyes steeled, "No alchemy." The words left his mouth sharp. No room for interpretation, no place for misunderstanding. "I don't want any type of...magicks or any voodoo nonsense. That wouldn't be me." Jacen shook his head but kept his eyes locked onto the Doctor's.

"It's not about feeling useless," he said, his voice steady, "It's not even negativity, or shame for that matter. I like who I am."
A smile tugged at the corners of his lips, something between humor and contempt as he exhaled slightly and looked around, taking in the sights of the room again, "I'm better then most men I've met. Smarter, stronger. Disciplined. Only in a way I could be. Only in a way that could have ever happened to me." Jacen sat forward, clasping his hands together, "Everything... Everything that I am, I've worked for. And I worked damned hard for it. The path I'm on is one I've...for better or worse...earned. No magick afforded me this. No freak mutation from birth. Work."

Jacen maintained his gaze on her, letting the words settle before he exhaled and sat back against the chair, "But it's not enough," Jacen ran a hand along his arm, feeling the muscles underneath his clothing. Every ripple was his. Every ache and pain a trophy, every imperfection one only the truly living could ever hope to appreciate. And it wasn't enough.

"I could be the best. Hell, I'd argue I'm on my way to that as is." He muttered, squeezing his hand tight. "I'd wager I could give this new Mandalore a run for his money, if that pesky armor of theirs wasn't an issue." Jacen put his hands back down and met the Doctor's gaze again, "And it's not enough. It doesn't matter. Hard work doesn't. Matter. If you can't use this," he tapped his temple with a finger, "to move that," he pulled his hand away and mimed using the Force to push a light fixture on the desk. He sighed again, "some..." he shook his head and furrowed his brow in growing frustration as he spoke, "...brat throwing a....a tantrum can kill me--think me-- to death. Like that," he snapped his fingers in emphasis, then let the silence linger for a moment as he steadied his breath and collected his thoughts. His heart was pumping, he could feel it in his chest. He was getting fired up, but knew he needed to keep his cool.

"I need to catch up," he said finally, "But there has to be rules. And I refuse to play by theirs as much as I can. No alchemy. No magick. I need to still be me. Human. But Human? ....human has limits. My flesh tears, my bones break. But I need to be able to....to mitigate that. To bolster those...shortcomings, and improve upon them, while still being me. I just..." He shook his head, and exhaled through his nose. "I refuse to be discarded because some self-righteous godling in a black robe thinks I'm just another tool. I refuse to be saved from death because one of these beings thinks that I'm their toy. I want to be better. Because I deserve to be. I've earned the right to push past my limits. No magick, no alchemy, no tricks. Me. But more."

He paused one final time, "I hope...All that answered your questions."

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