Sam Rodarch
Alle Laufen
Their thoughts were unspoken but of a similar vein as the Verpine couldn't quite fathom the concept of flesh purity either. Why not upgrade? Clinging to flesh and blood that would degrade over time was the absolute in witless arrogance. If one had the means and the need to become stronger, why wouldn't they?
Not that Zazil could complain, those vanity-ridden specimens were a great contribution towards his own wealth.
“Indeed,” he replied as his offer was considered with a carnivorous grin, a somewhat unnerving expression but one that had to be accepted in a line of work with such dubious morality, “there's no pressure, naturally. It's entirely up to yourself, sir.”
As soon as the man stated his intention to grab forty winks the insectoid went about his own business with little hesitation. Plenty to do without being distracted by lackadaisical, alcoholic madmen.
The droids continued their surgery, having installed the new artificial lungs with little difficulty that had moved onto extraction and replacement of the liver and as they did Zazil began the black market bidding war across the more insidious and obscured part of the holonet. The opulent fools would have an hour before bidding would come to an end, just in time for proceedings here to be over.
Usually, Zazil would observe in satisfied silence as the bids rolled in, but there was yet more work to do. Nothing terribly taxing, but a necessity at the customer's request. The behavioural implant would need to be linked to a controlling device with an easy-to-use interface. Mercifully, all these things already existed separately but just needed to be connected.
A wrist link would do nicely.
Speaking of, the replacement arm was again nothing too fancy with bells and whistles. The droids had to trim back a little more of the arm just up past the elbow so that the cybernetic replacement could include the elbow joint, lessening the strain upon the rest of the arm. In terms of dexterity, it wasn't a top-of-the-range model but for strength, oh, the ape would be able to pack a very wicked punch.
The Verpine didn't bother to wake the seemingly-prone man to ask on his preference for synthflesh and made the decision on his behalf, opting to cover the new limb with artificial skin for the element of surprise in a fight rather than the mammal's vanity.
As bidding was nearing its end, the bulk of the work was already done. The fighter's inner-workings were now once more concealed by flesh, the long incision down the centre closed with dermaseal and finished off an appropriate dressing. All that was left was the modified control chip, which in application wasn't nearly so visceral.
A little drill to the skull here. A little precision with a hypodermic injector there. A test run of the wrist link to ensure that the device was connected properly and functioning as intended and it was done.
Just in time for bidding to end.
Zazil chittered happily at the winning bid, which sat at just over a cool half a million credits. Business as usual for the Verpine but for his potential new contractor it would hopefully come as a pleasant surprise and even greater motivation to work for them. So swift and efficient, the currency had already been exchanged and in a mere matter of moments, he was holding a credit chip with half the share sitting on it. Paid upfront too, another deal sweetener.
“Wakey-wakey!” Zazil announced cheerfully, standing a good few feet away from the man, the chip in one set of spindly digits and a wrist link in the other. His overly bright demeanour wasn't just for him though, as a strong whack of suddenly applied adrenaline woke the specimen upon the table up with a dramatic start.
“...karKING HELL!”
Belfry of Tund
Not that Zazil could complain, those vanity-ridden specimens were a great contribution towards his own wealth.
“Indeed,” he replied as his offer was considered with a carnivorous grin, a somewhat unnerving expression but one that had to be accepted in a line of work with such dubious morality, “there's no pressure, naturally. It's entirely up to yourself, sir.”
As soon as the man stated his intention to grab forty winks the insectoid went about his own business with little hesitation. Plenty to do without being distracted by lackadaisical, alcoholic madmen.
The droids continued their surgery, having installed the new artificial lungs with little difficulty that had moved onto extraction and replacement of the liver and as they did Zazil began the black market bidding war across the more insidious and obscured part of the holonet. The opulent fools would have an hour before bidding would come to an end, just in time for proceedings here to be over.
Usually, Zazil would observe in satisfied silence as the bids rolled in, but there was yet more work to do. Nothing terribly taxing, but a necessity at the customer's request. The behavioural implant would need to be linked to a controlling device with an easy-to-use interface. Mercifully, all these things already existed separately but just needed to be connected.
A wrist link would do nicely.
Speaking of, the replacement arm was again nothing too fancy with bells and whistles. The droids had to trim back a little more of the arm just up past the elbow so that the cybernetic replacement could include the elbow joint, lessening the strain upon the rest of the arm. In terms of dexterity, it wasn't a top-of-the-range model but for strength, oh, the ape would be able to pack a very wicked punch.
The Verpine didn't bother to wake the seemingly-prone man to ask on his preference for synthflesh and made the decision on his behalf, opting to cover the new limb with artificial skin for the element of surprise in a fight rather than the mammal's vanity.
As bidding was nearing its end, the bulk of the work was already done. The fighter's inner-workings were now once more concealed by flesh, the long incision down the centre closed with dermaseal and finished off an appropriate dressing. All that was left was the modified control chip, which in application wasn't nearly so visceral.
A little drill to the skull here. A little precision with a hypodermic injector there. A test run of the wrist link to ensure that the device was connected properly and functioning as intended and it was done.
Just in time for bidding to end.
Zazil chittered happily at the winning bid, which sat at just over a cool half a million credits. Business as usual for the Verpine but for his potential new contractor it would hopefully come as a pleasant surprise and even greater motivation to work for them. So swift and efficient, the currency had already been exchanged and in a mere matter of moments, he was holding a credit chip with half the share sitting on it. Paid upfront too, another deal sweetener.
“Wakey-wakey!” Zazil announced cheerfully, standing a good few feet away from the man, the chip in one set of spindly digits and a wrist link in the other. His overly bright demeanour wasn't just for him though, as a strong whack of suddenly applied adrenaline woke the specimen upon the table up with a dramatic start.
“...karKING HELL!”
Belfry of Tund
