Force Synthesis

[Emmara Lee]

"Do you really think this will work?"

"Of course. Just a few samples from them and we can get to work."

"Do you think it makes a difference if they're evil or not?"

"What?"

"Do they have different midichlorians if they're Jedi or Sith?"

"That's what we're here to find out. If we're lucky, we'll be using the Force ourselves before long, and think how much we can market this for!"

"I don't get why we have to keep them here. It's dangerous."

"We need to interview them, find out how to use it. Don't worry. They won't be a threat to us here."

The holding cells are sterile, white and cold. Each holds a Force user, brought to the facility through means of dubious legality. Outside the cells a series of guards patrol, picked not for their intelligence but for their ability to obey orders blindly. The cells' occupants have been stripped of their weapons and armour, only provided with medical robes to preserve their modesty. The gentle hum of the machinery is soothing; less so is the fact that the facility is projecting an anti-Force shield.
The scientists are keeping a safe distance, observing only through cameras what is going on. For now the Force users sleep, unaware that their blood is being analysed in the hopes of unleashing a wave of pseudo-Force users on the galaxy.

 

[Garza]

Darren was walking to the maket on Courscant. He just wanted some casual food to buy for dinner. nothing fancy. He was talking to a man about prices when he asked "If you are a Jedi would you like to see something?" Darren nodded his head thinking that it was something he could buy. he walked in and saw a person clad in black armor he looked to man to ask what it wasn when he was hit over the head very hard. he tried to get up and fight but he was injected with something though his mesh underlay.

Darren woke up to a white cell. In white medical robes. He found nothing in the cell he was in. He had a majior headache. Grabbing the left side of his head he sat up. he was on a cot of some kind. white also. He lost his armor and his weapons. he thought back to how he had been taken to the depths of 1313. He shook his head. "Not this shit again."

 

[Fatty]

Jhar shook his head violently, startled by his own thoughts floating into the once quite unconsiousness of his mind, to wake. He opened his eyes and immediately wished he hadn't. The light was bright, and the white was brighter. All around him, encased in a cold, scentless room, blinding his beedy eyes. He brought his singular arm to his eyes to block out the evil light, and immediately felt the pain in his head. He grawled slightly, trying to remember what happened. It must have been violent though, as it appeared his body had been in a fight.

That's when it hit him, that his lightsaber, the gauntlet to hold his lightsaber, his cloak, his breathing aparatus, his GENUINE NOGHRI ASSASSIN BLADES.... were all gone... taken... stolen from the Leech. He seethed with anger and stood up in the room he immediately despised. He thought twice about simply tossing the 'modest robs' entirely, as it was a mockery to his black-clad second skin. Though he decided it could potentially be useful for something.... probably. He put the rob back on, after dismantelling the medical equipment and walked towards the door. No sound was made with his stealthily made steps. He grumbled softly, as there appeared no way of opening it. He smelt two humans outside however, and was perplexed that he could not feel them. Regardless he decided to go for the direct route. Conjuring as much of the force he could (he thought) he attempted to force an image into the guards heads that someone else was in this cell, that needed to be out, and that Jhar had escaped somehow.

He gasped as nothing happened. He went for it a second time, a thrid time, a forth time, again and again until he thunk himself an even more massive headache. He grumbled in the stench of the Humans he smelled just outside his door. He wondered how they would taste the next time they opened this door. He was exceedingly worried though, that the force to not come to his call. What was more irritating was the confiscation of his weapons. Especially his blades. Those were absolutely irreplacable by every meaning of the word. It made him more furious than depressed.

 

[Seydon of Arda]

[SIZE=10pt]He awoke with a sense of perturbed disturbance. Seroth raised a naked arm, shielding his tender sight from the halogen-white glare. Medical lamps, bulked with clean octahedral glass shades, illuminating everything in his current surroundings with relentless clarity. …The Padawan found his memory wanting. He could recall a few dim occurrences: a short dinner with Master Ryori and a handful of her family and students. Then, a courier arrived with a piece of vox-mail. He left to attend to the matter…[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]…And was now wide awake in an unfamiliar cell, feeling… almost wholly violated. IV lines trailing from strung-up nutrient sacs were plugged into his forearms. Further tract marks were bruised across his toned biceps, with electrode feeds taped across his pectorals, strung up beneath the starched medical gown. And perhaps even more bothersome and eerie… was the general silence. Even at complete rest, the Force was a source of constant life. Background noise that hummed in his thoughts, kept him connected and aware. Unsteadily, he rose groggily to his feet. The floor was tiled, chill at the touch. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]“…Hello?” He called out, noticing a single auto-door leading in and out. It failed to open at his presence, and he slapped his palms against the durasteel in a hollow beat. “Hello…!?”[/SIZE]

 

[Sandis Veeran]

Sandis opened her eyes, slowly, seeing the bright light even through her eyelids. She raised an arm to block it, and was surprised to find that her generally long-sleeved arm was bare. In fact, all her effects, including her lightsaber, were gone, leaving her with nothing but a white medical robe. White, everywhere. The tiles, the lights, the robes, the doors, even the medical bed she lay on. IV lines in her arms made her stop for a moment. She had no idea what purpose they held, whether they added poison or cure into her veins.
To determine this, she reached out to the Force, a difficult thing for the Padawan. Even though she could almost always feel it at the back of her mind, she did not have the strength to use it as well as some of the other Jedi. But now, she could not feel it at all. This...was troubling. Greatly troubling.
She sat up, removing the IV lines from her arm, and began to examine her surroundings like a beast examines its cage.

 

[Darth Talos]

A light hum broke through the deep sleep that Talos was in and his eyes slowly fluttered open and a flood of harsh white light cursed his vision. Immediately he recognized the difference from his dark room on Korriban and shot up like a jack-in-the-box. He had to cover his eyes with his hand to avoid being blinded completely by the lights that shined down on the small, rectangular room that he was in. Slowly he eyed his surroundings, everything in the room was white, white walls, white bed and sheets, white floors! Wherever he was it was defiantly not Sith in nature....perhaps it was Republic? No, there was a lightside presence but it was to faint to be within Republic space.


Talos felt for his saber, but was not surprised to see that it was not there. He found that he was in, yet another white, medical cloak that was anything but protective against attacks. He snarled at his circumstances, how could he fall into this!? He closed his eyes and tried to think back, where was he before he awoke? Somewhere...somewhere not in Sith space, he was on a mission to the outer rim for a continuation of his training. He remembered getting to the outpost...but then everything was a blank, he couldn't remember what happened after landing but it wasn't hard to guess that it was how he ended up here. He stood from the bed and stomped over to the energy shield that separated him from the world outside. He let a small jolt of electricity flow from his hand to the shield, but the jolt was defused as soon as it touched the wall. So, it was force resistant huh? No worries, he would still get out of here and kill whoever put him in the damn cell. Talos looked to the ceiling and stopped his gaze at what seemed to be a solid piece of metal...but he knew that there was a camera hidden within it.


Pointing his finger at the camera, he snarled "Whoever you are, this is the last mistake you ever make."

 

[Emmara Lee]

A voice came over the comlinks, calm and unmoved by the threats and anger of some of the wakened sleepers.

"Please conduct yourself in an orderly fashion whilst in the holding cells." The voice was difficult to identify but most likely male. "You will not be harmed, provided you co-operate." Footsteps from outside the door indicated the presence of more guards. "You will not be able to access the Force for the duration of your stay. Remain calm." Of course it was easy for the disembodied voice to say that; they were safely away from the angry Force users.

"Stand back from the doors," the voice ordered, "and you will shortly be assessed for release." Outside each of the doors were a small group of three guards and a somewhat nervous medical researcher, intending to sedate the cells' occupants once more. The voice fell silent, though there was a feeling that the speaker was watching to see what the prisoners did next.

 

[Garza]

Darren looked up to wards the door and saw that it had oppened to allow him to leave. He got up from where he was and walked foward. looking at the guards. Some were carrying guns, a few would be carrying shock batons of some sort. He was sure of that. He tried to use the force reguardless of what the voice said. He couldnt even feel the people around him. Darren walked outside.

He was greated with at least 5 guards and 3 medical staff. All of them wore masks of somekind. Probably not to get him contamionated or to get what ever it was that was keeping his powers at bay from entering their own systems. Darren then asked "If you will excuse me but what am I doing here? I would like to get my stuff back."

 

[Seydon of Arda]

[SIZE=10pt]The youth started. After the comm. speaker fell silent, the auto-door opened and in walked two personnel flanked by three stout guards. One worker, a pallid skinned Duros, approached, with a thickly barreled Trandoshan taking up the space behind. He wheeled along a lithe trolley laden with medical equipment and examination modules Seroth couldn’t understand the function of. Bulbous fingertips clipped open a small, white case and drew up a thin-bladed hypodermic needle. The Padawan felt his mouth turn to sand as the Duros jammed the end-tip into a soft-capped vial of luminescent violet.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]Seroth rose to his feet from his cot bed. The Trandoshan mothering the Duros stepped forward and hefted his blunt stun-baton into the boy’s stomach. The Jedi gasped and retched a puddle of grey matter from his throat, thrown back against the wall his bed was set against. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]“Hnnkkkkssss, stay ssseated,” the guard warned. His other two companions, a scarred Advozsian and a sallow skinned Chev, chuckled in appreciation. Seroth ran his eyes across them, then the medical doctorates that shifted nervously. The Duros began speaking through his pale slit-lips.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]“Calm yourself, please. This is a moderate dosage of muscle relaxant. It will place you in a more affable state as we conduct our preliminary reviews of your current physicality,” He said.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]“…Who are you?” Seroth asked plainly.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]“No one of consequence,” The Duros answered and approached, the Trandoshan menacing his shock-stick.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]“We are all of consequence,” The Jedi spoke softly, levelly. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]“Please stay still,” The Duros edged forward with the hypo-needle. “You, in particular, have been inordinately easy in keeping placated. Though, heavy doses of neural dampeners and a regiment of prepared sedatives will do that to anyone. You’ll go back into a quiet dream-world in just a moment…”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]“…Am I responsible for some wrong-doing that I’m unaware of?”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]“No. Not as far as I know.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]“And how much do you know?” Seroth asked pointedly. “If I’m not under lock and guard for breaking the law, why keep me here against my will? This is something wholly wrong, sir…?”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]“No names, please. And you are here simply because of your genetic heritage. And as for how much I am privy to in my day to day work… I know enough that myself and my colleagues will be remembered for quite some time in the annals of medical experimentation~” The Duros blinked his thickly glowing red eyes and chortled. The needle point gleamed as the ‘doctor’ took a hold of Seroth’s gown collar and thrust for his throat.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]With a surprise motion, the Padawan grasped his hands to the base-board of his cot and drove his legs forward with a levering piston kick. His heels caught the Duros in his sternum plate, ribs cracking as he was thrown back into the frame of the Trandoshan. Both toppled as Seroth gamely leapt from the cot, catching the sprawled stun-stick in a smooth roll, coming to his knees as he lashed the pair with merciless blows. The Adovzsian and Chev dashed forward as the Jedi came to his feet, assaulting him with crackling stabs. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]Seroth caught one strike with his stolen baton, shunted it left and away then countered with a swipe that broke the Chev’s nose. His follow up strike broke off his row of bottom teeth, before being felled with a juddering press of electricity to the underside of his jaw. The Advozsian was fast calling for aid in the mic. bud sewn into his high, starched collar. Then he was pressing in, bulk throwing Seroth back against the far wall, swinging thoughtlessly. The Padawan stoically blocked with upraised forearms before driving his knee up. The Advozse was cracked against his chin, blinking as the youth snatched his baton out from his loose palm and then beaten across his horn plate. He fell with an unceremonious gurgle, bleeding from the rip he tore against his tongue.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]All that remained was the lone medical personnel: a hellish-faced Givin that cowered from his stern glare. Seroth snapped a sparking baton-edge up close to his hollow nose-cavity and spoke. “I do not like violence performed against a helpless opponent. So I will not hurt you. But I would like you to take a moment and think on what you earn when you unjustly imprison someone against their will.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]Seroth bent down and retrieved a security tab-card from the belt-loop of the fallen Trandoshan. The creature listlessly hacked a cough, still double over as painful welts began to swell against his battered face. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]“Just because I can’t hurl you away with a thought does not mean I am helpless otherwise,” Seroth lectured. The cell door opened with a slash of air, as the Jedi cautiously edged out into the open, sterile corridor. [/SIZE]

 

[Fatty]

"Please conduct yourself in an orderly fashion whilst in the holding cells."

What the?

"You will not be harmed, provided you co-operate."

What...

"You will not be able to access the Force for the duration of your stay. Remain calm."

Now that was more believable.

"Stand back from the doors, and you will shortly be assessed for release."

Jhar remained silent and composed no utterance to leave his mouth, as he 'complied'. He stepped back away from door, and hunched his shoulders under the illusion of weakness. Simply because he hadn't the force to aid him, meant nothing in his ability to deceive the eyes of others. He brought his arm to the stub upon his left shoulder, wincing with fake pain. As the door opened and the guards lined the door, he noticed that they were all aiming their guns.

"No tricks this time, reptile." So then, they were accustomed to his tactics. With that, he began to relax, and walked forward to their beckoning. Though he desperately wanted to tear their throats out right then, he also developed a curiosity as to why he was here. Thus, he motioned to wait. The guards cautiously fanned around him in a semi-circle, as the medical team approached him.

Curiosity was soon over taken by blood lust.

"No promises." He prepared to sink his teeth into them as soon as they got close.

 

[Sandis Veeran]

Sandis heard the voice on the intercom tell her to remain calm, something that she was adept at. Then the white doors opened, and three guards, armed with E-11 Blaster Rifles, entered. A Duros "Doctor" entered as well, carrying a hypodermic needle.
"Don't worry, madam, I will not harm you." Sandis remained hesitant. If she could get one of those blasters, she might have a chance at escaping.
"Where are my belongings?" Asked Sandis.
"Safe." Oh, well in that case, who cares? As long as they're safe, right? Sandis stepped back warily, back against the wall.
A thud hit the wall. A voice on the com of one of the guards said, "Backup! Requesting backup immediately in cell number 2-8-5--!" The voice cut off as the guards stopped, looking at each other. One of them pointed to another and pointed to the ground, then pointed to another and told him to stand guard outside. The other remained where he was, and the pointer-guard left the cell entirely, Sandis assumed to give backup to his allies.
Perfect, thought Sandis. The Duros stepped closer to her, but Sandis grabbed his arm, turned him around, pried the needle from his fingers, and held it up against his throat as a human shield. "Drop your weapons!" The guards, unsure, did as they were told. The one outside had the smarts to reach for the control panel and shut the door, but Sandis had seen it coming, and threw the needle at him, embedding it in his eye. The Duros she slammed into the wall, knocking him unconscious, then leaped into the air and kicked downwards at the guard.
Hopefully that was it for the moment. Using the time and resources given her, she stripped the guard of his armor and put it on over her medical robes, then grabbed his blaster. Hopefully she'd be able to find the other cell without too much trouble.

 

[Darth Talos]

Talos sighed "Fine...just get me out of here, i'm a busy man." Talos lied, he had no intention of complying. However, he played along with their game and stepped slowly back to the bed he had awoken on. As he took a gentle seat he eyed the guards outside, there were four of them in all. Two were trandoshians, both with mouths full of twisted and sharp teeth while the other two were humans who were both on the musculus side. As the doors opened and the four guard entered, carrying an injection gun, Talos just starred them down.


"Stay where you are Sith scum." The trando with the sedation gun hissed "or I will sssqueeze the life from your body."

Talos didn't answer as the needle came close to his neck, he just waited until the moment right before the needle made contact with his neck. Talos lashed out, his hand grabbing the trandoshians and forcing the lizards hand backwards so that he shoved the needle into his own neck. In the same, fluid, motion Talos threw the massive lizard in front of a plasma bolt launched by one of the other guards. The bolt impacted with a loud sizziling crack and the trando fell dead to the floor.

Talos continued his assault by leaping into the fray of confused guards and grabbing the nearest one. He spun around the guard and grabbed him in a headlock, wrapping his free hand around the grip and trigger of his rifle and unleashing a furry of plasma fire into the other two captors. Both fell into a burning pile, dead. Talos finished his attack by kicking his shield to his knees, placing the muzzle of the rifle to the back of his head and pulling the

 

[Darren Onyx]

Onyx awoke to screaming. He was dazzed. He was in a small cell. "What... where the...." He stood up shakingly. He slowly walked out the open cell only to see another sith apprentice. One who was much younger then him. "You... You're Darth Talos."

He was confused. He didn't know where he was or what was going on. His instincts told him to get out of here before anything bad could happen.

 

[Emmara Lee]

Darren

The guards glanced at each other briefly, and then back at Darren. The doctor, a rather nervous man, cleared his throat. "You are part of an exciting new research opportunity," he said, sounding as if he was quoting the person who had hired him. "An opportunity to obtain even greater understanding of the Force and to unravel the mysteries of it. Your belongings will be returned to you at the end of the study."

One of the guards was speaking into his comlink. Darren could just overhear him: "Subject appears to be co-operating." An even fainter voice came back, a low buzzing, and then the guard nudged the doctor and nodded. The doctor slipped the sedatives back into a pocket.

"We would like to ask you a few questions," he said, still not quite trusting Darren. "Please allow us to escort you to an interview room." The guards flanked Darren, allowing him very little choice in the matter.

Everyone else

The corridor was empty outside the cells, but not for long. Alarms started to go off as the prisoners made their escapes. The corridors outside the holding cells all met at one end; to move in the opposite direction would lead them deeper into the facility. Already they could each hear the footsteps of more security forces running down to the cells. They had a split second to make a choice - run, or fight.

 

[Garza]

Darren knew that something more than just "An opportunity to obtain even greater understanding of the Force and to unravel the mysteries of it." Darren took a few steps into their direction that they were leading him. With a swift move darren grabbed the seditaves from the doctors pocket and truned him around to be a meat shield for him. The guards fired at him but with the Docter in the way he was hit with some sort of needle projectile. The man went slack and fell to the ground.

Darren picked up the body again and held him with both hands. The syrings was still cluched between the body and Darrens hand. he used the body as a shield and a weapon. he rammed into the forst guard and pulled the gun out of his hands. he stood back and fired 3 rounds one into each of the guards. the second doctor had his own syringe and was comming for him. Darren raised the gun up and slamed it donw on the mans head. he then fired another round, point blank into the mans neck.

Darren grabbed the armor from the guards and grabbed another rifle. From the doctors be grabbed a keycard,and placed one of the masks on his own face. Darren didnt want him to be spoted so he dragged the bodies into the cell he was just in. With that he closed the door. Darren looked to the left and right on which way to go. In the com system in the helmet that the guards wore he could hear of other escaping inmates. Though the com he asked "Where are the escaped prisoners now?" There was some static and a responce. "Down the hall to your right, Other guards will be there soon."

Darren started running that way. He was going to try and team up with the other prisoners to get the hell out of here.

 

[Seydon of Arda]

[SIZE=10pt]/Holding Cell Hallway/ @[member="Darren Shaw"] / @[member="Sandis Veeran"][/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]The long adjacent hallway was constructed of the same polished metallum tiles, white, cold, and steely under Seroth’s naked toes. Racks of recessed strip-lamps in the floor gutters and ceiling modules forced light into every available cranny, making any hint of shadow stand out in stark relief. The Padawan cleared his nostrils with a hard sniff, scenting a sterile tang in the atmosphere: recycled air, scrubbed of CO2 and re-filtered through the facilities ventilation ducts. Perhaps from some unseen environmental module, with swollen holding tanks of precious air, lending credence to Seroth’s suspicion that, possibly, he was standing amidst some hanging space station locked still in place against the void.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]To his relief, the blanket of woolen ‘dead space’ that came with the Force’s absent was lifted. In a stark rush, the soft background hum of energy returned to his mind, taking a moment to telekinetically ‘flex’ as he idly spun his stolen batons above his palms. With that great ‘Energy Field’ at his disposal, his advantages in surviving this… this utterly baffling and admittedly terrifying scenario were bolstered. Then came the horn klaxons announcing an en-masse cell breach. Ears ringing at the sound, Seroth glanced down his peripherals: a pair of lone guard sentries, one to his left flank and the other to his right.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]Though… the Force murmured a hint to his mind. Seroth paused, noting their own ill-at-ease stances, the slight off fit of their uniforms and naked faces. He became aware of a paired throb of energy, echoes of individual Force potential wrapped up in ego and personality. The Padawan gently waved to either guard, lips pursed in growing concern. There were clamors overhead, heavy boot soles clacking hard against the tiled flooring. Contingent reinforcements coming to try and pacify the recent upset in the holding cell wing. There was hard tang of danger souring the Force’s whispers.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]“…Friends?” Seroth called cautiously to either ‘odd’ guard. [/SIZE]

 

[Sandis Veeran]

/Holding Cell Hallway/ @[member="Seroth Ur-Rahn"]/ @[member="Darren Shaw"]

Sandis, once more in slight contact with the Force, sensed the escaped prisoners hesitation and distrust. She wondered if this was the same person that had soldiers calling for back up.
As for the other guard she had encountered in the hallway, she recognized Darren's presence underneath his mask, and he was sure he recognized her. Sandis dropped her weapon. "Friends," she said. "Let's see if we can find the other prisoners."

 

[Darth Talos]

/Holding Cell Hallway/ @Seroth Ur-Rahn/ @Darren Shaw / @[member="Sandis Veeran"]


Talos stepped out into the hallway, a darkness forming in his eyes and a blaster in hand. The sounds of footsteps coming closer caught his attention and he turned sharply to the left just as more guards rounded the corner. He took aim and unleashed salvos of rounds, the hot plasma hitting their targets flawlessly and taking each guard down with three shots to the chest. One human guard survived, squirming on the ground he begged to his gods for mercy...he would get none as Talos stepped over to him, put a foot on his chest and fired the finishing round into his skull.

This is when he noticed the others in the hallway, he grinned a cynical smile at the three "Hello."

 

[Levi Hutch]

Xardus woke up with a throbbing headache. Sitting up, he was barely aware of the white room he was in. He groped around for his lightsaber, only to find that it wasn't there. "Where.... am I?" He tried to stretch out to the force to get some idea of where he was, but felt nothing. A sudden wave of panic engulfed him. He had to find out what was going on. Hearing some commotion, he walked outside of his cell, which he had just realized was open. There were other captives leaving their cells and running into another corridor. Clearing his head for a second, he started after them.