Cryax Bane
Red-eyed Snake
Location: Happyland Funeral Home and Morgue, Coruscant Undercity
In the eternal battle between Jedi and Sith, there were winners and there were losers. Then there were people like Cryax Bane. The Chiss was exactly the type of ruthless snake who profited heavily off of the age old galactic vendetta, and with his latest shipment of cryogenically frozen Jedi padawans, Bane was certain the organs of Force sensitives would turn a huge profit. After all, why wouldn’t a Coruscanti Sith Lord with a missing spleen want a replacement with a high midichlorian count? His friends in the One Sith would get a cut, of course. After all, their recent purging of Jedi enclaves throughout the galaxy were an efficient means to supply Bane with fresh bodies.
The Happyland Morgue’s assistants wheeled in the first cryogenic container, tipping it over and laying it down flat so that Cryax could begin. The Jedi padawan who rested peacefully in cryogen was young and slim with beautiful skin and dark hair that floated out like a halo around his face. Cryax tutted. Such a shame to waste that handsome face. From his records, he noticed the man’s midichlorian count was off the charts. Whatever that meant. The science-minded Chiss cared very little for the intricacies of the ways of the Force and all of its arcane mumbo jumbo. All he knew was that the credits he would soon receive would be shiny.
Norbutal, a strong paralytic, was the drug of choice for Bane to give his victims. He mixed it with a mild sedative and a localized anesthetic so that the organ “donor” would be alive and aware, but barely conscious while the procedure took place. A supply closet nearby contained a stack of of Force suppression collars waited to be snapped on the young man in case something went awry. With one last glance at the man’s record, Cryax crossed to the closet and grabbed one as a precautionary measure, setting it on the table next to the scalpel he would soon drag across the man’s chest.
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In the eternal battle between Jedi and Sith, there were winners and there were losers. Then there were people like Cryax Bane. The Chiss was exactly the type of ruthless snake who profited heavily off of the age old galactic vendetta, and with his latest shipment of cryogenically frozen Jedi padawans, Bane was certain the organs of Force sensitives would turn a huge profit. After all, why wouldn’t a Coruscanti Sith Lord with a missing spleen want a replacement with a high midichlorian count? His friends in the One Sith would get a cut, of course. After all, their recent purging of Jedi enclaves throughout the galaxy were an efficient means to supply Bane with fresh bodies.
The Happyland Morgue’s assistants wheeled in the first cryogenic container, tipping it over and laying it down flat so that Cryax could begin. The Jedi padawan who rested peacefully in cryogen was young and slim with beautiful skin and dark hair that floated out like a halo around his face. Cryax tutted. Such a shame to waste that handsome face. From his records, he noticed the man’s midichlorian count was off the charts. Whatever that meant. The science-minded Chiss cared very little for the intricacies of the ways of the Force and all of its arcane mumbo jumbo. All he knew was that the credits he would soon receive would be shiny.
Norbutal, a strong paralytic, was the drug of choice for Bane to give his victims. He mixed it with a mild sedative and a localized anesthetic so that the organ “donor” would be alive and aware, but barely conscious while the procedure took place. A supply closet nearby contained a stack of of Force suppression collars waited to be snapped on the young man in case something went awry. With one last glance at the man’s record, Cryax crossed to the closet and grabbed one as a precautionary measure, setting it on the table next to the scalpel he would soon drag across the man’s chest.
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