Camellia Swift
Camellia
[member="Darth Praelior"] [member="Sitara Qin"]
To be truthful the Rendili woman was hardly aware of the tests going on within the pits aside from the fact there was a Sith down there attempting to test the effects of the force on the Sithspawn down there in some regard. Some of them Croa, so it was likely relevant to her too, but the whole thing with the force was out of her league. Even with the Jedi she had never really understood the extent of the mystic, the force was beyond her comprehension. She couldn't touch it, though she could see its effects of course so it was believable the power it wielded. Now though it was like she felt its aura more as she assumed Lady Praelior was beginning to use it in some way. It didn't feel quite like a Jedi's healing or someone utilizing battle meditation, the lightness of it or the filling nature she had faintly noticed before.
Whatever it was the Sith Zeltronn was doing, if her assumption something was being done was right at all, it made her feel. . . . hot, tense, maybe even hungry. . . . her ears twitched and tailed was in motion eagerly, hair a bit on edge, but it didn't feel overwhelming. It really was hard to describe. . . .anxious was best to say it, but she didn't know for what, and it was like there was a drive to know. Camellia didn't know what to do about it though and focused on what the Sith creator of her transformation and that of all Croa was asking of her. "Yes Mistress. . . . .it won't hurt would it?" Perhaps an odd thing to say, but Camellia honestly never did like needles. . . .stabbing pain seemed to be something she was much more sensitive to than blunt pain, leaving her little appreciation for shots.
She supposed it didn't matter if it did hurt anyway since she still needed to get it done anyway. They did need to be aware of the changes in generation and this was likely the most efficient and quickest to examine if the strains looked the same in the bloodwork. Though Camellia did wonder as she approached the machine whether it would work that way even. What if the strain looked different per individual? Which part of the strain's code was for generation? There had to be something for that of course, but she wondered where they would pick it out. They would need a few Croa of the same generation to get a more accurate look maybe. . . .there were plenty of guards and technicians up on the shipyards and orbiting stations doing their old jobs still she had infected herself during that phase of infecting the planet she could point out for sure as generation ones, oh she was starting to over think things now.
They still needed a sample from her anyway to judge the effects starting from the source. They could collect samples from those of the same generation later to determine other effects and single out the generation part of the strain if need be later. Plus again. . . .she was over thinking it probably and there was already a plan and more efficient ways in place she wasn't aware of.
To be truthful the Rendili woman was hardly aware of the tests going on within the pits aside from the fact there was a Sith down there attempting to test the effects of the force on the Sithspawn down there in some regard. Some of them Croa, so it was likely relevant to her too, but the whole thing with the force was out of her league. Even with the Jedi she had never really understood the extent of the mystic, the force was beyond her comprehension. She couldn't touch it, though she could see its effects of course so it was believable the power it wielded. Now though it was like she felt its aura more as she assumed Lady Praelior was beginning to use it in some way. It didn't feel quite like a Jedi's healing or someone utilizing battle meditation, the lightness of it or the filling nature she had faintly noticed before.
Whatever it was the Sith Zeltronn was doing, if her assumption something was being done was right at all, it made her feel. . . . hot, tense, maybe even hungry. . . . her ears twitched and tailed was in motion eagerly, hair a bit on edge, but it didn't feel overwhelming. It really was hard to describe. . . .anxious was best to say it, but she didn't know for what, and it was like there was a drive to know. Camellia didn't know what to do about it though and focused on what the Sith creator of her transformation and that of all Croa was asking of her. "Yes Mistress. . . . .it won't hurt would it?" Perhaps an odd thing to say, but Camellia honestly never did like needles. . . .stabbing pain seemed to be something she was much more sensitive to than blunt pain, leaving her little appreciation for shots.
She supposed it didn't matter if it did hurt anyway since she still needed to get it done anyway. They did need to be aware of the changes in generation and this was likely the most efficient and quickest to examine if the strains looked the same in the bloodwork. Though Camellia did wonder as she approached the machine whether it would work that way even. What if the strain looked different per individual? Which part of the strain's code was for generation? There had to be something for that of course, but she wondered where they would pick it out. They would need a few Croa of the same generation to get a more accurate look maybe. . . .there were plenty of guards and technicians up on the shipyards and orbiting stations doing their old jobs still she had infected herself during that phase of infecting the planet she could point out for sure as generation ones, oh she was starting to over think things now.
They still needed a sample from her anyway to judge the effects starting from the source. They could collect samples from those of the same generation later to determine other effects and single out the generation part of the strain if need be later. Plus again. . . .she was over thinking it probably and there was already a plan and more efficient ways in place she wasn't aware of.