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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[Vakhari Lutris]

Tag: Jacen Breska

Her fingers typed away, listing key points of what he was going on about. It wasn't uncommon for someone in his position to find it all absurd, here sat an experienced warrior, and yet he could indeed be flung around.

"Mm, I see."

For now she sets the pad aside, tapping at her chin as she inspected the being before her. He rambled on about not being a toy, with the irony not being lost on Vakhari.

"I'm unsure what rules even apply, because-"

She would mimic his earlier action of moving the cup, except for her she was able to make it do so, having it float even for a bit before she placed it back down.

"It is a strange ability, uncaring for the laws we understand. If I a correct in my understanding, this 'force' is something that stretches across the galaxy like a wild vine. Thought to determine our fate, making our actions not fully of our own choice. Was it by the hand of fate you came here today? Or by your own choice?"

Vakahri sighs a bit, taking another sip of her coffee.

"I for one hate an unpredictable tool."

The girl takes a stand, walking slowly around Jacen before her hands feel at the back of his head.

"But that is not what we need to speak about today, I don't feel any metallic plates within your head.. Hm. I would like to start you on some minor augmentations, perhaps a custom combat stimulant and changes to the brain."

With the snap of a finger a strange droid would skitter into the room, taking a scan of Jacen's head.

"Healthy looking, no damages."

Vakhari sifts through the collection of scans given by her familiar.

"I can do this today, but I must say that if I am to be adjusting where your mind sends more focus you are going to be here for a while."

It was only half of the warning in truth, but the rest will come up later.

"I can sharpen aspects of your mind, make you naturally focus more on decision making, logical processing, reaction time.. To name a few. The brains of humans are held back by themselves, my changes will be some of what you are looking for I feel."

She already starts to envision where she wants to start, what part of the head could be best to cut.

"It won't make you some super soldier mind you, but it would still be you.. As requested. If I augmented your mind to fully focus on the desired aspects you would be an emotionless husk lacking half your motor functions."

Giving a simple nod to herself she picks her mark.

"I must also mention that this custom stimulant wouldn't be just some crusty street drugs, it should still be you, still fully lucid and aware."

The girl stretches, drinking down the last bit of her coffee. Savouring the taste before letting out a satisfied sigh.

"Are my services still of interest?" ​

 

[Jacen Breska]

CONSULTATION​

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

Jacen felt his lip curl down in a scowl ever so slightly.

So this doctor was one of them too? And he'd said everything that he said? A twinge of fear, like an ember, glowed inside his mind. His eyes raised towards the ceiling and he took a deep breath before he lowered them again and met hers.

The words were said, there was no hiding how he felt about it now. The only thing left was to see what type of sorcerer she was. She hadn't killed him yet, so it was a start. Nothing now would be gained by pivoting, by being anything other then who he was, and the words were already said. So, despite a feeling of fear in his mind, Jacen continued.

"I don't do anything I don't want to," Jacen said trying to regain some measure of control. Even if only in his mind, and even if only so small, Jacen wanted to feel like the complete master of his own fate. Not the Force nor anything else.
"Whatever the Force really is, it does not control me," he finished.
His eyes narrowed as she rose, and his hands dug into the arm rests apprehensively as she approached and circled behind him. His instincts flared beneath the calm exterior he tried to portray. As best Jacen could, he kept his eyes focused straight ahead and thought about what she had said. Unpredictable tools? Did she mean him? The fear of being turned into a mindless servant, carrying her drinks around and drooling aimlessly popped into his head. Why wouldn't she reduce him to a quivering, shaking nothing? No, she was more professional then that. Had to be. Right? Either way, Her hands were on Jacen's head, inspecting him, and he was trapped here. If she meant him harm, he could not leave anyway.

He stayed as still as he could as she and her droid inspected and scanned his head, not wanting to irritate her even the teeniest amount. He felt a bit of pride when she reported his healthy skull. Of course he hadn't taken any serious damage. He was him, after all. then his mind turned again to being a mindless servant. Maybe THAT was why she seemed happy he had a good head! A good head to crack open, maybe. A clean slate to write on.
He shook his head back and forth as gently and little as he could, trying to shake that thought away.
Jacen tried to continue to listen patiently, hear everything out that she offered before he made any decisions one way or the other. After hearing everything, giving it a moment to lull around in his mind, he inhaled.

"That sounds good. Sounds worth the shot. I don't need to be a super-soldier," he said, shaking his head again as he spoke. His voice remained steady, edged in iron with each word, "I'll get there myself as much as I can, I just need the gap closed that doing that," he pointed to the cup, "leaves open."

He forced air through his nose and weighed the options in his head. Again, he thought to himself, if she meant me harm I'm as screwed as I'm going to be already. Might as well try now to stay on her good side.

"If you can promise that I'll still be me, Doctor," he started, his heart pumping slightly harder but he kept his voice steady, "No wires in my spine, no secret ghost code in my skull, and no leash," he emphasized, eyeing her, "then your services aren't just interesting. They're necessary."
Jacen gave the faintest of nods, but kept his eyes locked onto hers, "but I'm going to be awake for whatever you do. Whatever tests you do. Every cut, every injection, I'm going to be right there with you, asking questions all the while."
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[Vakhari Lutris]

Tag: Jacen Breska

Through her blood magics she could feel his pulse spike, the pumping of the heart.. Fear. A squeamish one? That would make things difficult unless she just strapped him down, or was it- Ah.. Her ability to use the force, the man did just ramble on about people such as her. It was lucky for Jacen that she didn't care, they perhaps both shared similar views on the subject even.

It would have been pretty amusing to the girl if she knew he felt pride about her words, ironic that he thought it was just about a thick skull and not the health of his brain.
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"If you can promise that I'll still be me, Doctor," he started, his heart pumping slightly harder but he kept his voice steady, "No wires in my spine, no secret ghost code in my skull, and no leash," he emphasized, eyeing her, "then your services aren't just interesting. They're necessary."

"Oh well of course! I already have my dear m0rtis, and even if I did desire to strap a leash tightly around a neck it would not be your own. I doubt you would make a good butler.. And I mean that in a nice way.. I suppose."

She taps at her chin, thinking about the words used. . . . Conclusion, socializing is difficult.

"And I must say that you were to be awake for this anyway, I need you awake and speaking to me as I give your brain augmentive surgery. That way if something goes wrong and a limb refuses to move or you have slurred speech I will know quickly, but as for other operations? It depends on what is being done, you will have to deal with being put under if it is required."

The girl raises a finger.

"And no if, ands, or buts!"

Ever the vigilant one when it came to perfection, it would be foolish to let his stubbornness get him killed over something like pain shock.

"Now.. As for any operations where I do need you asleep, you are free to ask as many questions as you want after."

She laid down the law, making it clear this was the moment where he gave up or trusted her to do as requested.

"You are even free to ask why you would need to be put to sleep for some things, but I would hope that you know that already. Now, if you still want this-"

Vakhari opens the door, gesturing for him to follow.

"Then you will follow me, if not then.. Exit is down the right hall and to the left."

It was a choice, given freely.

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[Jacen Breska]

CONSULTATION​

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

Jacen's fingers flexed once against the armrest of the chair, his jaw setting as she spoke. The way she so casually joked about leashes and butlers didn't exactly ease the knots in his stomach. At least she was honest about her intent. In its own way, that honesty earned a measure of respect.

I'd probably make the best butler, he thought as his pride took a glancing blow, confident that he would be the best in all, or maybe just most, things. But this wasn't the time to get in a tiff about that, and he didn't want to be a servant anyway, so he willed the wounded pride away and focused instead on literally any other thing she was saying.

His eyes narrowed, and he clicked his tongue in frustration. Being told he'd need to be awake anyway was comforting in a way. For the brain surgery at least. She seemed to care enough about his well-being there. If she truly meant him harm, all of this explanation would mean nothing, and be for nothing. Maybe it was still some ruse to lower his guard, but again if she meant him harm he was already here.
With his teeth grit, he nodded, "I guess I'll have to be okay with that," he said, exhaling through his nose. He could have protested. He could have walked away. And he'd be no closer to closing the gap. He'd be vulnerable forever. At least this way, the gap was closed even by a fraction, or he needn't worry about it every again.

"I'll follow," he said finally, pushing off of the chair and smoothing out his clothing, "But I'm awake for what I can be. Whatever you can push the envelop on, even a little. Only if it's absolutely crucial do I want to be put to sleep."

Not that I could do anything about it if you were lying, he thought to himself. It was all just to make him feel a little bit better, a little more in control.

He smirked at her afterwards, "And don't you worry. I'll be asking plenty of questions. I hope you like chatty patients," he said as he started to follow her. His heart pounded inside his chest, though he conjured every bit of willpower he had to keep from showing it.

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[Vakhari Lutris]

Tag: Jacen Breska

The two of them would begin their trip down to the more unsavoury sections of the lab, where operations and testing occurred. The walls looked almost the same, yet.. A squinting of the eye would allow Jacen to see how much more armored these walls were, the windows into testing rooms made of a far thicker glass... With one have a noticeable crack in it, gods know what tried to break out.

"I don't mind at all, you asking all sorts of questions is an obvious good sign. When working with the brain it is very easy to damage, leading to loss in functions."

While she herself spoke about it in a more chipper and informative manner, the girl had a rare moment of actually reading the room, cutting off the no doubt anxiety induced silence with an effort of comfort.

"Luckily for you I have plenty of experience with this."

Though, she never specified if her experience was to help others like today.

"This room should do."

The door would open, letting them in to an unsurprisingly sterile operating room. The table was lined with scalpels of varying sizes, surgical clamps, and more. Vakhari would turn her attention to a shelf, taking a moment before she offers Jacen a patient gown.

"Should fit your body, if you would, go ahead and put it on. Just toss your current clothes in the hamper in the changing room, by the time your surgery is done they should be clean."

She would wait in the main room while he changed, the gown perhaps making the man feel a little exposed as the colder air of the main room would hit him as he came back out.

"All set? Take a seat, then I will get a better look at what I am working with.."

The chair would be comfortable at least, covering his backside. All the while it wouldn't take long before Vakhari got ready herself.. The sound of elastic gloves stretching onto a hand before he would feel their touch, a light tap given right where she thought was best.

"M0rtis, give me a scan one more time."

The droid from before would promptly skitter onto the other table, beginning scans.

"Still looking good, keep that scan going while I operate."

Next a surgical drape is placed upon his head, followed by a feeling of a fluid.. Her gloved hands brushing in something on his skin.

"Just to clean and disinfect the area. "

Next she uses a surgical marker to map out where she desired to cut, asking her droid a question while mapping.

"M0rtis, could you page one of the assistants and let it know I need a few rounds of local anesthesia?"

Giving a finishing touch, she puts away the marker, giving his head another look.

"You do know you are pretty lucky, saved me the trouble of everyone's second least favorite part. Normally I have to shave the areas I will be needing to cut, but you seemed to have came prepared."

Vakhari jests, referring to his hair being shaved in all the places she needed it to be.

"Once an assistant gets here we will get you numbed and I can start, when I am working please don't squirm around... I don't want to restrain you if I can help it, ideally I want your limbs free."

While waiting, she adjusts a light above, along with adorning a set of surgical loupes.

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[Jacen Breska]

CONSULTATION​

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

Jacens eyes absently scanned his surroundings as they continued further into the facility. The extra armoring on the walls caused Jacen's eye brow to raise quizzically, and he paused for a second to observe the crack in the window. He stared at the aberration. A flaw. In something otherwise so sanitary and perfect. Was everything up front just that? A front? What exactly did he sign up for?
What kind of work do they do here? he asked himself, but maintained his composure as he turned away, giving one last look at the glass.

"Hmmnh," the sound emerged through closed lips before he turned away completely and followed the Doctor again.

"I don't mind at all, you asking all sorts of questions is an obvious good sign. When working with the brain it is very easy to damage, leading to loss in functions."

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"Luckily for you I have plenty of experience with this."

He eyed the back of her head, a wave of anxiety threatening crash on him before she soothed the thought, "Oh good," he responded, "I was starting to worry you'd killed the real doctor and stole her clothes," he jested, but no smile accompanied it. The situation was much too tense for any real jovialness.

The pair continued down the hallway until they reached the room, no different one would expect from any OR in the galaxy, he expected. Not that he'd been in many. There were hardly meat hooks and flickering lights, so this must have been normal. Jacen took a moment to look around, not that he knew what he was looking at. Wandering around just to familiarize himself with the new space, he turned just as Vakhari offered him a bare medical gown. He frowned at the fabric but took it in both his hands. It should have come as no surprise, but he still felt a bit taken aback.

"Yeah, alright," he said, resigning himself as he turned and went through the only other door in the room that led to the changing room.

In a flash, Jacen stripped off his clothing and put it all in the hamper before donning the patient gown.

What is it about patient gowns that are always so cold? he asked himself, it's almost warmer without it.

The floor was cold. The air was cold. It sucked. It was uncomfortable, and it drove home more then anything that Jacen was in a medical setting. He shook his head, sighing, and left the changing room. It was even colder in the main room.

"Yeah I guess I am," he said, once again looking around. Something now kept him from looking her in the eyes, this feeling of exposure, perhaps. He followed her instruction without question, as he had grown to do since joining the military. Come and sit, easy. He sat on the chair, thankful for the bit of extra coverage as the Doctor worked, letting her manuever his head however she saw fit. Truly, he was in her realm now. Not much else could be done at this point. He'd hardly be fighting in this condition if it came to it.

His heart beat a bit faster as the drape was placed over his head and the liquid touched it,
Oh shit it's actually happening now, he thought, gripping the armrest a bit tighter.

He couldn't help but give a single solitary chuckle when she referenced his head being shaved where she needed it to be. Something CT-312 agreed to do, once. At first he hated the look. Now? He couldn't imagine wearing his hair any other way.
"I'm glad I could do something right," he said, a part of him genuinely happy to have made it even a bit easier for both of them.
"You won't have to worry, Doctor," he said, keeping his hands gripped on the arm rests, "Give me something to hold like this and I'll keep myself planted, no need to hold me down."

He paused, then he decided to take the opportunity of the uncomfortable silence to voice a concern, "What's with the extra security you have in some rooms? What all do you do here?"
She wanted chatty. She was going to get chatty.
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[Vakhari Lutris]

Tag: Jacen Breska

With one more adjusting of the surgical drape, a floating droid would enter the room. Placing a metal tray at the woman's workplace, a plastic stretching of a glove could be heard.

"Hm? You mean the containment chambers? Those are a necessity for the work I do, things like this are a simple task for me. Most of the time I deal in more heavy augmentations and or beasts you may know as 'Sith spawn'. Creatures changed by dark alchemy that tend to be more intelligent and dangerous, often used as war beasts."

She would flick at the needle a few times before starting to move in, cold gloves able to be felt.

"You are going to feel a pinch, it is just a local anesthesia to make sure you don't feel anything."

A swift stick, the little pinch of the needle could be felt as the cold metal sunk into his skin.

"It doesn't always happen, but sometimes a creature has to be kept in a cage for my safety. Either it will be tamed and shipped to where it is needed, or I will terminate it and start again. My house, the house of Lutris. We are architects, shapers of flesh, weavers of genetics.."

Another pinch hits a further area, soon after the girl leans over to face him, checking his face for a moment before another injection was felt.

"It is through us that those within the Order get the changes they desire, be it someone such as you, or those who are considered gods by the wider population. So.. One could say my hands shape and craft the very gods."

It had been a few minutes, Vakhari doing a test. Gently cutting right where she wanted to start, the injections should have numbed him more than enough.

"Feel anything?"
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[Jacen Breska]

CONSULTATION​

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

Jacen hmm'd in agreement, forcing his eyes closed in a futile attempt to try and speed time up. He focused on whatever he could instead of the pressure on his head and the anxious feeling that continued to spread through his body. In this moment, the thing he chose to focus on was her speech. Everything she was saying, every word, he hung on to it like glue.

"Okay," he answered to her warning he'd feel a pinch. When he did, he squeezed his eyes shut and gripped the armrests tighter until the sensation passed. Her voice carried on, matter-of-fact, detailing the work she did. Beasts, Sithspawn, warped biology. Normal, to her. It was soothing in a way.

Another pinch. Jacen tensed again, exhaling slowly through his mouth.

"Interesting," he said, earnestly. It was interesting to him, though in the moment he couldn't quite express it. Still, he promised to be chatty. "So you create Sith spawn for people, I imagine? Can't imagine you just...let 'em roam freely. Who wants these things? And what made that crack? Do you remember specifically?" He was full of questions. Questions he, in another time, would care to hear the answers to. They were interesting questions. But in this moment he simply sought distraction. Everything else was just a bonus.

She didn't lack for ego, he thought and smiled softly, biting the inside of his cheek to keep his attention as scattered as possible, yet remained laser focused on her words. They brought him comfort, oddly enough. Her acting as if this was simply another day at the office. It put Jacen at ease.
"Your hands shape and craft the very gods," he echoed softly, a dry chuckle catching in his throat. If a god needed to be crafted, was it a god? How many Sith gained extra power thanks to her? Did it matter? Did it matter that Jacen was here, same as them, to become better?
He decided that, no, it didn't matter. He may have been bending his own rules, but he wasn't breaking them. He wasn't like those that artificially improved themselves. He was different. Unique. He was just getting a hand. It was still going to be him making the decisions, him making the moves. Nothing was enhancing him. Not really. And he was mortal. Not a god. He never claimed to be anything more then mortal. Never desired to be. Only ever human. Only ever the best of humanity. But not a god. His ego wasn't that fragile.

Jacen had a line, and he had not yet crossed it.

So, no, it didn't matter if he used the same resources they had. He'd still win his way. Not by cheating, not by being artificial. Not by chasing some apotheosis. 100% Pure Jacen, 100% of the time. 100% Human.
Just this once. Just this one time to help raise the ceiling. He was still him. He'd still be him.

No, it wasn't cheating.

"Anyone ever come in to fix some minor flaw with themselves?" he asked, genuinely, then continued, "some nothing issue?" In his mind, he imagined a slightly crooked nose on someone. Some pompous Sith who thought a crooked nose was the only thing standing between them and godhood

The thought made Jacen smile. Not once noticing the irony beyond his own reason for being there.

"Shape and craft the very gods," he repeated again with another dry chuckle. If a god had to be crafted, what did that make the one doing the crafting? Gods of gods? Or just very clever monsters?

"No," he added a moment later. "I feel nothing."


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[Vakhari Lutris]

Tag: Jacen Breska
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"So you create Sith spawn for people, I imagine? Can't imagine you just...let 'em roam freely. Who wants these things? And what made that crack? Do you remember specifically?"

"I create them for myself and others if requested, not long ago I had helped teach a Darth how to make more basic creatures. And no, not all could roam freely. Most listen despite how feral that can be, but in truth I don't want their waste all over my lab."

He had given the go ahead, the surgical blade running across as it easily flayed the flesh right open.

"M0rtis, assistant to me. Power down scrubbers and route it all to the suction, have another one fetch me more clips along with the plates."

With the skin turned into a flap, she then would fetch a surgical drill. The sounds of the drill could be heard as the girl made sure it was charged and ready to go, pressing the head gently against the skull.

"A nothing issue? You must mean cosmetic surgery, I have done it yes. Not just for Sith, sometimes a model may want some sort of augmentation done. The chest, buttocks, noses.. It goes on. Whatever the reasons are I don't really care, by the end they are satisfied with the results."

The whirring of the drill echoed throughout the room as Vakhari carefully drilled several burr holes into the skull, taking a moment to examine her work before one of the droids would clean up blood.

"As for your earlier question, the creature that had cracked that glass had to be terminated after growing too feral. It wanted to consume me, as beasts do."

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[Jacen Breska]

CONSULTATION​

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

To be able to engineer creatures as these flesh sculptors did was something horrifying to Jacen. It felt unnatural, but not in the same vein as what the sorcerers did.

"You make it sound so easy," he said in slight bewilderment, "Just another day, creating new creatures."
The command of power, of ability, this House must possess for something that would, by itself, lay lesser civilizations low to be just one of those things was something that both impressed and frightened Jacen. That they could do this, do all they could do, and more. It made Jacen wonder what exactly their upper limits were. If they could do anything, what is it they'd do? What kind of beast would Jacen become if he gave Vakhari carte blanche to do with as she wished?

This woman crafts monsters like other people cook meals. I'm the meat on her cutting board and I volunteered for it.

He wondered which version of himself Vakhari would create if given the freedom: a mindless servant? A monstrous cyborg? Some stitched-together legion of Jacens, each bred for a specific trait?
This woman crafts monsters like other people cook meals. I'm the meat on her cutting board and I volunteered for it.
He was happy for the small surgery he was getting now, of course, and tried to ignore a feeling of something touching the back of his head.

"So everything from Lords of the Sith to runway models to troopers like me," he whistled at the scope of their clientele, "quite a roster."

It didn't really come as a surprise. Models had a job to do and it'd behoove them to look their best. Rich people too, he supposed. But the thought of some Sith Lord needing physical augmentation or cosmetic surgery done because of some desire to excel at every aspect of their life by any means necessary...was very humorous. If ever he met a Sith he knew for a fact had these surgeries to look cuter or have a more impressive bust, or maybe even look a bit more brutish if they were more meek looking, he wondered if he'd survive the encounter.

No, he would. He was sure of it. He'd be much too scared to actually say anything. Later when he was well out of ear shot? Absolutely.

"You ever wake up and realize you're way too good at something terrifying?" He asked, almost subconsciously as he felt something else press against what, horrifyingly, felt like bone.

The whir of the drill caused Jacen's teeth to grit. He may not be able to feel the drill but he felt like he should be able to feel the drill which created a pseudo feeling of the drill...buzzing and cutting and drilling. The sensation was unbearable.
Stay still don't move stay still don't move stay still don't move stay move don't still stay don't still move stay- he'd repeated in his brain over and over, trying to visualize and hear the words as if in a darkened auditorium with the words booming over the intercom and flying over his head in a hologram. Anything to try to take his mind off of the god awful noise.

"Too feral yeah wow must have been rough tell me more about it." He said, forcing the words out quickly in an attempt to keep himself as distracted as humanely possible.

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