Not Your Average 12 Step Program

[Moff Iridius]

When steph awoke she would find herself strapped to a table, but not just any table an operating table in an all white room. Standing above her was an older woman, grey hair tucked nearly beginning surgical clothing. Daisy had brought this woman in insisting that she go through partial augmentation. Saying that she owed her something, whatever it was she certainly was a lucky girl. Upon inspection when she was out like a light Marie was almost disgusted with the woman's appearance along with all the multiple injuries sustained over time.

"Hello steph, I'm a doctor. I'm here to fix you." she said to the girl smiling afterwards. On the table next to her lay the various tools of her trade. She was going to cut open steph like a cake and put in some special filling if you know what I'm saying! But in all serious this next month was going to suck for steph, she would feel pain beyond her wildest dreams with no medication to help her from withdrawals. This was cold turkey, a turkey that had been augmented into a badass warrior of the stars. @[member="Steph Zenima"]

 

[Steph Zenima]

I could imagine that upon waking up strapped to the table most subjects initially struggle against the restraints.

So then let me surprise you by informing you that Steph Zenima was not one of those subjects. Oh no. Let me quiz you, how long had she been unconscious for? Answer: too long. Withdrawals were already beginning. Usually upon waking the girl would weakly roll over, snort, swallow or inject and then get on with her day. Easy.

Those brief moments of waking were when all the prior tolls of her existence caught up, when all the abuse that had been so patiently queuing hit hard. This was her moment of vulnerability.

So not the ideal time to be strapped to a table.

“...wha'?” she muttered slowly, even the act of speaking caused her entire being to ache, her head lolled to the side, her neck screamed. Spice. She needed spice. Where was the spice. Then it hit her. Where was she? Doctor? Fix? Now the panic sets in. Her breathing quickened, a feeble attempt to free herself from the straps. No use.

“Spice. Ah need spice. Please, min. Ah ah need it.”

@Dr.Marie Krasnican

 

[Moff Iridius]

"Shhhh, it's ok dear. Everything is going to be ok." Marie ran her hands across the girl's hair. She would try to make this process as painless as possible, but alas it this was a project most did not survive. Or at least end with some deformity. "You will be better for this." grabbing an anesthetic Marie injected the needle into Steph's neck then got to work. Now usually this would knock the patient out but this time, she wanted steph to know what was happening to her. The pain was gone and steph's body would be completely numb and without pain.

Grabbing a scalpel she held it and smiled in front of steph. "Are you ready my dear? If I'm going to do work for the republic, I'm going to make sure they know what I did to you." she smiled pressing the blade at the top of steph's naked chest. "I hope it's not too bad in there." she said before dragging the blade down a few inches cutting her skin. @[member="Steph Zenima"]

 

[Steph Zenima]

Anaesthetic. That would do. For now.

It wasn't quite the same as being well and truly high, her energy was all but gone, got no spirit, got no soul. The spark that kept her fuse lit was all but extinguished but at least her body no longer ached, those screaming nerve ends pacified. Her breathing steadied. There was calm, perhaps too much calm given her situation.

Drugs good. Scalpel bad.

Wait. Scalpel?! The woman raised her head off the table as much as the restraints allowed her, it was confusing to see the instrument pierce her own flesh and yet receive no feeling in return. As if the woman's body wasn't even her own. Instinctively her arms tried to move but no such luck.

“F-fit the FRAK ARE YE DEEIN?!”

The doctor was likely be disgusted with what she would find within. Zenima truly was a miracle. How that decrepit heart pumped blood around her system was a mystery, just as perplexing as those lungs, how did this girl even draw a single breath? The damage was widespread. True to form, the girl was rotten, inside and out.

@Dr.Marie Krasnican

 

[Moff Iridius]

Slicing open her torso completely the good doctor split open her torso to look inside of her, it was truly gross. Her heart and lungs were in need of replacing, this would be more comicafed than marie thought. Even looking at her bones they were so deformed and broken it was possible the would have to be replaced all together. But they might have their uses, staring at the massive amounts of damage Marie got to work, first thing to go would have to be the lungs. They were black and disgusting, they simply had to go all together. The cardio muscular package would be the first thing to go into her.

Removing the left lung first, Marie grabbed the artificial lung and placed it where it belonged. Repeating the second step she took the old lungs and threw them in the trash. "Now let's make you strong." now Marie began the long process of cutting open every muscle in her body placing the wires in her to strengthen her muscles and make her stronger than most humans having the strength three times the strength of a normal human. "I hope you are feeling better, your lungs are brand new." she said continuing to reenforce her muscles @[member="Steph Zenima"]

 

[Steph Zenima]

Holy hell in a hand basket!

She was watching her own dissection! This was surreal. Beyond surreal, this was absolutely insane and I'm talking insane for Miss Zenima's standards. That was her lung. That was her, oh my goodness, the woman may have been too stupid to realise that it was a lung but at the very least she knew that it was one of the squishy bits that kept her alive.

She had to close her eyes. This was a dream. She was tripping, hard, had to be.

Then came the moment. That first breath with new lungs. Oh gosh. When was the last time she drew breathe like that?

Despite the doctor's reassuring words so far, it was only now Steph realised that she was being helped, not tortured. Huh, fancy that. “Yer...yer...gonna mak' me stronger?” she drawled, refusing to lift her head again to see what part of her body was being sliced and diced.

@Dr.Marie Krasnican

 

[Moff Iridius]

"Yes child, I'm making you strong. I won't make you smart though, that would just be a stupid idea." Marie chuckled and continued to almost a casual conversation as she sliced open every inch of this woman's already scared body. "How are you even alive?" Marie asked her as she placed the wiring throuhout her muscles. The process of enhancing her muscles were now complete. They just had to heal and it would take a few days to kick in but when they did steph would be ripped in a good way. Now it was time to finish the cardio muscular package. The heart, the old dying black heart had to go. Like it really had to go, how that thing was even pumping blood was a miracle.

Hooking her up to a machine that pumped her blood Marie removed her heart and held it up to the light. It was kind of like the Grinch's heart, shriveled up and black. Holding it up to steph's face she chuckled slightly "Pretty badass right?" the woman joked and threw the heart into a tank instead of the trash. That would be needed for later, grabbing her new artificial heart the woman attattched it to her and pulled the machine out. She would now be able to oxidize blood, run faster, lift more, and commit geneal badassery. But the process was far from over @[member="Steph Zenima"]

 

[Steph Zenima]

The urchin blinked at the comment made about making her smart, I don't even think that Steph Zenima even knew how colossally stupid she even was, probably for the best, ignorance is bliss. Actually just had a thought, did fools ever know that they were fools? The kind of people that called themselves dumb were usually those who were average but self-conscious. No, no. The truly stupid didn't even have a clue, a lack of self-awareness.

“Ahm gud at survivin'.”

Man, that is a heart that Sith would have killed each other to possess. The fact that she was seeing her own organs was a dab insane. Like, that was her heart. This woman was literally holding her bloody heart and all Steph could do was stare at it blankly. Now that the fear was fading into a cautious apprehension it was more of a sight to marvel rather than terrify.

“Eh, so how come yer deein' 'iss?”

@Dr.Marie Krasnican

 

[Moff Iridius]

"My daughter called in a favor." Marie said as she closed up steph's body with a high powered laser to burn the wounds closed. Now all that was left to tinker around in her brain. There were three things that needed to go up inside that shriveled up lack of smarts. The sensory package, reaction chip set, and a inactive intelligence chip should the woman ever decide to up her game and learn that head butting armor and biting amphistaffs are bad. "So tell me about yourself steph." she said sitting down in a chair rolling around to Steph's head lifting it up slightly. This wouldn't be hard at all, grabbing the augmentations and a bone saw and drill on a nearby table she began her work.

Cutting open a small cut to reveal her brain stem the woman attattched the sensory package and reaction chip set to her body and smiled. Then it was time for the inactive chip, sawing open a small piece of her skull which was covered in fractures and breaks everywhere. It really didn't matter, she would be getting a brand new skeletal structure. The woman placed the chip then sent a signal hooking it up to a Deadman's switch setting it aside. She was just about ready to head to the next phase. @[member="Steph Zenima"]

 

[Steph Zenima]

It was funny how comfortable the woman was becoming. The magic of anaesthetics. You know, just laying there, cutting up my insides, getting the laser out to sow it all back together, just your average Tuesday stuff, you know?

“Ahm frae Nar Shaddaa, ken?” she drawled as the woman began to tinker with her head, the sensation of a bone saw was peculiar without the feeling of pain. It was like being numbed by the dentist, you could feel the terrible things they were doing to your mouth, you knew it was unpleasant but it was just, so painless.

“Dinna ken fa ma folks are. Raised by 'eh streets, ken?” she said rather casually, “It's nae sae bad if ye learn how tae get alang. There's sum folk that I widnae even mess wi, min.”

Well, unless she had a head full of spice that is.

@Dr.Marie Krasnican

 

[Moff Iridius]

"I mostly got I'm from Nar'Shadda out of that mess but hey that's a planet I guess." That was honestly the first time Marie had ever seen steph. Truth was she knew about her for a very long time, since the founding of project pantheon and one of Steph's first threads. It was interest at first camera drone spying thing. But with that being said the first rough of augmentations were done here. Now it was time to move on to phase two, and arguably the most painful of phased for steph and any other Czar that had crossed paths.

"Get some rest Steph tomorrow we will begin phase two. And get ready for the biggest withdrawal ever." The old lady smiled and had steph wheeled away on the gurney. She would be sent to a windowless room with only a bed and a rather small tiny bag of spice with her. Honestly she wouldn't be able to get high from it anymore since her lungs would cleanse it from her system. But it was more or less to keep her from going more mad then she already was @[member="Steph Zenima"]

 

[Steph Zenima]

[Sorry for the lateness, I've been a lazy bint!]

Truth be told, there wasn't all that much to get. Children of poverty. They make excellent lab rats. Willing or otherwise. How many body parts the addicts of Nar Shaddaa were willing to get removed in the name of science just to be able to score that next hit, it boggles the mind.

She was wheeled away, with the notion of a giant withdrawal planted firmly in her mind.

What a horror.

Funnily enough the mad woman managed to get a hint of sleep, as the anaesthetics were still wearing off she just lay on the bed and dozed. Chilled. Content. This was about as relaxed as it got in her world, almost an alien sensation, even. However the numbness-faded. Pain crept in slowly and surely, and the scene shifted to one from her own nightmares. In one manic go she inhaled the pitiful amount of spice she had been left and...

...nothing.

No relief. Slowly the woman in the windowless room unwound, becoming more and more animal with each passing moment. Sobriety was an awful thing. Guess we'll see you in the morning, darling! Also, a top hint: bring some rancor tranquillisers.

@Dr.Marie Krasnican