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[Vyn Daldoure]

Vyn sat on a stone bench in the courtyard of his home. The renovations had been coming along the last couple of years, though it was slow going. He'd save up credits from every other odd job and drop them all on a contractor only to have them be for specific parts of his home. He had zero clue about fixing anything, no what he was good at was ripping things apart, so when he tried to start to fix the damages caused by the Sith incursion team, it made things worse. The place had seen much better days, though it was livable and he'd cleaned up any mess around the place. The courtyard and training area were the last two places to be done, apparent by the blue tarps hanging everywhere covering scaffolding and other tools that were out of use until his savings account reached what he needed to finish said work.

There it was again. That strange feeling. Something felt off, it had for the last few years but recently he began to notice it more, the odd part, when he did a vital check with his ship med bay, it reported that he was completely healthy, both his hearts were better than one hundred percent, all his other internal organs were operating just as well. Though he could use more vitamins in his diet. The next thing he thought about were the numerous augments in his body. He wasn't sure at what point a flesh and blood individual would be considered a cyborg, but he assumed he wasn't too far off. Multiple implants some with specific functions, others that are more obsolete like subdermal armor but all with functions that made him be better at one thing. Being a weapon.

He was afraid that one of those said implants was acting up, he was mostly concerned about his spinal implant, which would save him from getting his neck broken, and the more invasive one, a nervous system implant, pretty much the entire thing was replaced with artificial electrical signals. So when he contacted Alora Vizsla about needing someone to give him check up to make sure he wouldn't spontaneously combust, or drop dead, he made sure to mention he was a combat augment, more specifically, he probably failed spectacularly at giving her any useful information to prepare. "Hello Alora, my name is Vyn, I'm an Iridonian Zabrak with multiple combat augments, as of late I suspect one of them may require maintenance, though they're custom jobs and should have a shelf life longer than I do... anyways if you can come to my home and give me a once over, that would be appreciated"

Though as he thought about it, he figured she'd learn about what she needed to anyways, which made him twitchy. He barely liked regular doctors. Let alone someone to look over the cybernetic cluster-feth in his body. It also probably didn't help that he'd done some work of his own, even though he had zero experience as a doctor, and mainly used a data bank kept by the family physician and cybernetic dealer that was locked in a vault.

He looked down at his communicator, the galactic time ticking forwards by the second, which also meant she'd arrive any second. He'd stand up and proceed out the the quad landing pads a few hundred yards from the villa.

 

[Alora Vizsla]

Alora was fine tuning a new limb when Gambit announced an incoming transmission. Her honey brown eyes lifted from her work as she carefully set aside the precision tools in her hands. "Go ahead, Gam, I'm listening." Wasn't like she couldn't work and talk at once, but no need to risk a nasty surprise causing even the slightest jerk. Quality cybernetics were well-oiled and calibrated machines.

Maintenance? That sounded like an opportunity. She loved working on cybernetics, even if she hadn't been the one to install them. There were all kinds out there and some of them were so shoddy that the mere challenge of repairing them made the whole thing worth it. "This is Alora Vizsla. I got your message. Schedule's free currently so I'll come to you, how's that sound?" Gambit had already placed the origin of the transmission to Iridonia and begun plotting the coordinates. By the time the call ended, he was ready to hit hyperspace and get there in record time.

The project was stored back in place and her tools put up in the Cybernetic's Lab so Gam could run a sanitization sweep over it while she met Vyn.

Once they popped back into real space, they descended down through atmo and toward the vila at Vyn's provided coordinates. Looked like he even had a quad landing pad setup nearby too. Not a small little thing in the country side either, from what they could see on approach. Bode well for him financially, and them as well. Not that Alora charged people retail. Or usually anything close to retail. Unless they were total Imps.

If Vyn or his systems were on the lookout for Gambit electronically they might be surprised to find the dark ship as a dot in the sky where sensors registered nothing at all. Alora often put out beacons when she 'parked' in public landing pads so people didn't accidentally land on top of the Gambit while she was away -- that always got him in a fit. He was perfectly visible to the naked eye, however.

Braking thrusters fired as they eased down onto the pad and dropped the loading ramp at the fore of the ship. It led straight into the Mechanic's Bay where Alora stood in her beskar'gam (without the helmet on).

She began to stride out toward the man with a smile. "Vyn? I'm Alora. Good to meet you. Amazing place you have here."
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Vyn Daldoure​

 

[Vyn Daldoure]

When he was in the NIO he'd seen plenty of snub fighter with stealth modules, but a whole transport with dedicated systems was new to him. He imagined it would come in use in certain lines of work. He sure as hell could have used it on a few different operations he'd been a part of. Walking up to the landing pad, he seemed strong, there was weight behind each step and nothing physically appeared out of place. He had dressed for the doctors, a thin white long-sleeved shirt and a pair of brown pants were all he and on. His Blaster and equipment was set off to the side of the landing pad.

"A pleasure, and you flatter me, sure I've put some creds into restoring it but it's still got a ways to go." He rotated his torso back to his home, if only Alora Vizsla saw the place in it's prime, now it was mainly a passion project and he didn't even know why to be honest. Probably some semblance of sentimental value. He was matched her smile to the best of his ability, but there was a certain void behind it.

It was just then he'd had a moment of hesitation, the closest he'd ever been to an actual hospital, let alone willingly letting anyone look him over was after he'd been nearly killed on Yavin, so that was an unavoidable visit for the most part. Doing this voluntarily though? He was trying to remember when exactly he'd grow so attached to his own live, used to be he figured if it was time and something was wrong then so be it. Now, he figured now it was simple stubbornness.

"I appreciate you making the trip out here for me. Honestly I was on the fence about even sending the holo, I think this may all be in my head, but better to make sure right?" He was tapping his fingers against his shoulder, clearly a nervous tick as he approached her ship willing to follow where needed.

 

[Alora Vizsla]

The two of them had something in common, but whether either truly noticed it was only something they themselves knew. Each smiled, but there was a story behind it; something they chose to hide from the world lest other, saner creatures avoid them at all costs. That said, she did notice the man's attire was surprisingly appropriate. Considerate, even. Hopefully that meant he'd serviced his components before and was used to the process.

"Really?" Alora looked beyond the man to the villa once more. "Well, it's a nice area. Certainly worth restoring." Remote area to fallback to when things got... complicated. Yeah. That was nice. That was the Gambit for her; just the two of them and the stars. Did the place mean more to Vyn than he let on? Well, maybe she'd ask while they worked later. No need to talk the man to death out here.

"Heck yeah," she agreed readily. At least she could tell he was a bit nervous or uncomfortable, even if not in pain. Maybe this wasn't routine after all. Alora turned to take a few strides back up the ramp and to the right side of the open bay to a door that slid open. "Right here's Cybernetics. Got a good place for you to recline. You need anything to drink?" Not alcoholic, of course. No blood thinning agents. Maybe they didn't plan on any deep work, but Alora liked to be ready for eventualities.

"If it turns out to be nothing, you'll at least rest easy knowing that instead of guessing. I got high-end gear here so no need for second opinions -- though you can get one if you want," she added with a shrug. Alora was always honest when it came to cybernetics. Gambit would give her an earful if she wasn't, and even simplifying technical details made him silently sigh. She knew when he did it too. "But why don't we start with why you think there might be something wrong, first?"​

Vyn Daldoure ​

 

[Vyn Daldoure]

Vyn followed up the ramp looking over the interior of the ship only briefly before he went into the cybernetics lab, this was all getting a little too real. The trauma he'd been left with was rampant, and while he wasn't one to talk about it, he also didn't bury or ignore what his past had done to him both mentally, and physically.

Though the good part about that past, at least in this situation, was that he could just shove any feeling of fear into a mental vault and walk onward. Sitting on the side of the bed he shook his head at the mention of a drink. "Thank you for the offer but no, nothing to drink." Vyn watched her closely, unintentionally even as he scratched at his face. He had all these habits that he wish he could kick, but most of them just stuck around, though once he realized he was staring he relaxed his shoulders took a deep breath and started to think about the question she'd asked him.

How would he sum it up? What would that even sound like? Even with augments they didn't feel like something he'd decided on having done, while he was aware they were cybernetics, internally they felt like intrinsic abilities he was born with. He'd do the best the could to sum up the feelings for Alora.

"You ever get that feeling like you left a light on? Yet once you get back home, you realize you made it up in your head and were completely mistaken, You did in fact shut it off and everything is perfect... but it's too perfect. Because for the life of you, you remembered leaving it on. Now something in your place suddenly doesn't feel quite right? That's the best description I can give you,"

He thought he was bad at talking before this, but the word vomit that came from his mouth made absolutely zero sense and he was the one saying it. He sighed and tried to think of a better description besides borderline paranoia. " Sorry that was badly put. Listen I've taken a lot of beatings... by all rights I should have been dead a handful of times, and every time I've slipped out and gotten lucky. Yet the scar's that those beatings have left behind, they feel like minor inconveniences most days. Not that I'm complaining about that, but wounds like I've received typically get worse with age and simple body breakdown, I was concerned with my adrenal implant acting up, maybe it's suppressing the pain? I don't know maybe I am just paranoid." Vyn shrugged as he realized the amount of rambling he was doing at this rate, it was hard to describe how something could feel unnatural, but completely normal at the same time. His gaze found Alora Vizsla once again waiting for her to give him a He's crazy look

 

[Alora Vizsla]

Alora looked over at Vyn and nodded when he declined a drink. She took a moment to pivot a tray of tools in closer to the reclining bench-chair after the man had taken his seat. "Well, if you change your mind, let me know." The lab itself wasn't large, but it was far from a closet. A moderately sized room for a transport-like vessel intended for a single customer and herself. Cabinets and shelving occupied two walls with tools and a few top-of-the-line cybernetics on display. Never hurt to have props for people to visually gander at what they were talking about.

Honey-brown eyes regarded Vyn as he tried to explain the feeling he'd been experiencing lately. Honestly, that exact circumstance Alora couldn't related to, like, at all. Gambit was her home. Gambit would know if she left the light on and then turn it off for her. Maybe make some kind of remark about being irresonsible too. But! She totally got what Vyn meant.

Vyn, however, thought he hadn't explained it well enough and tried another approach. The second go wasn't a better metaphor, but it did reveal a lot more about Vyn himself and what led to all this, which was arguably better.

"Okay!" Alora smiled. "So you don't know what's wrong, but something feels 'weird' or 'off,' right?" She nodded. "Sounds like we need to start with a full body scan. Don't worry, you don't need to strip or anything weird. Once we get the image we can take a look for any implants showing signs of deterioration or malfunction. Those kinds of feelings are just the sort of thing you shouldn't ignore. You were right to call." Not to install fear in him, but that if it ever happened again not to hesitate to get it checked. Vyn seemed a good cookie, so it'd be a shame if he ignored signs.​

Vyn Daldoure​

 

[Vyn Daldoure]

He nodded, honestly if he tried to drink anything right now he might throw up. So he'd just do what he was taught in training, deep breath's and a calm mind. Vyn looked around the room at the cybernetics, it was strange to look around at these like there were commodities, things people spent money on to have implanted because they want it.

He was thankful he didn't need to do this in the bare. He didn't really care what others thought of him all that much, especially if they were complete strangers, his body however was riddle with scars and he hated showing them off, even with a shirt on rolling his sleeves up was asking a lot.

"Yes Miss. Wrong about sums it up." He'd get lay on his back and get comfortable, he'd done maintenance on himself through an access port under his rib cage, which linked to all the major systems in his body, but it only ever refreshed the implants and gave him the signal they were in working order, but like all electronics the readings could have very well been wrong, though they were designed to work without having any work done after their original installation. Though to his earlier point, he'd been so battered and bruised it wouldn't surprise him if something was knocked loose. "You're the boss, start when you're ready."

He thought about all his implants and what exactly Alora Vizsla would say once her reading finished.

He had multiple devices near his two hearts, one for dispersing electricity, and his bacta processor which improved recovery rate.

In his torso were several Including his advanced nervous system, his spinal implant which would save him from being paralyzed, and the one that gave him control over his adrenal function. Near his head would be his immunity implant and his advanced retina implants.

His muscle fiber was lined with artificial structure auto-repairing structure that increased his natural functions. Lastly he had thin sheets of subdermal armor protecting the entirety of his rib cage, and then his major blood vessels in his thighs and upper arms.

Lastly his arms and the back of his hip were line with rivet hardpoints that were attached to his skeleton, and also had electrical connection points that linked into his nervous system.

Outside of the obvious, the first thing that would probably be noticeable on a microscale if she dove that deep would be the lack of manufacturer marks and the fact hey were nearly as old as he was.

 

[Alora Vizsla]

Alora was pulling down the scanner when she stopped and looked down at Vyn. "Miss?" Just because he got it right... "Alora, please." A soft chuckle followed immediately afterward. She gave a rueful shake before she added, "Nevermind, inside joke." If only the Gambit had hands. And a forehead.

She guided the apparatus suspended from an arm into position just above the crown of Vyn's head. "This won't take long. You should probably close your eyes for the first seven seconds. Gets a bit bright." After a moment of giving him the chance to accept the offer or not, announced, "Switching on." A blue beam flared out from the emitter that hovered over Vyn. With a steady hand, Alora began to slowly guide it down the length of the man's body. Her earlier comment was regarding the beam being near or passing over his eyes, of course, as it would be quite bright if Vyn hadn't closed his eyes. Not blinding, but not exactly comforting either.

It wouldn't take long, but Alora made sure to evenly scan every inch of his figure. "If you prefer," she said halfway through, "all images can be deleted afterward." Not like there was any chance of them leaking, but it might have been a preference Vyn hadn't thought about yet. He seemed a bit off his game, so to speak. Nervous.

"Okay, all done," came the announcement about a minute after it had begun. She stretched upward to pivot the device out of the way so Vyn didn't feel confined by its presence. "Let's see what we've got."

Gambit was kind enough to display an at scale holographic representation of Vyn in midair. Alora took a step forward and away from the chair so she could get a full look at the readout. A malfunctioning device in the foot could still affect the whole body -- take nothing to chance!

"Mm, two hearts. Look healthy," Alora said to herself. "Neural net. Fibrous restructuring. Subdermal armor plating. Huh, don't see arteral armor plating too often," she remarked about his arms and legs. With a swipe of her hand the image began to rotate in place. Alora's attention was focused entirely on the scan, and her eyes slowly panned down and then up its length. "Mm. Interesting. That makes sense."

"Custom work," she explained. "I see similarities, but there's a lot here not on the open market. And I've seen a lot of the market." To say the least. Well, okay, she didn't pay attention to the entire catalog of junk products out there. A woman only had so much memory.

"Alora," a disembodied, masculine voice called out. It had a slight accent. Not exactly Imperial, but not a generic synthesized profile.

Alora lifted her chin and then lowered it before she leaned in closer to the scan. "Mm, yeah, I see it Gam. What do you think?"

"I once experimented with such a device. I like to think it worked, but as you know..."​

Vyn Daldoure​

 

[Vyn Daldoure]

"Alora then." The Miss was also a apart of his habits, though that one was easy to drop once he was asked. As Vyn lay in the chair he took her advice and closed his eyes. She'd be the first person outside of an emergency situation to see his augments, after about a minute she'd announced that the scan was complete. He looked over watching her mumble to herself,

He wasn't exactly standard parts, so listening to her speak was interesting, to see if from a point of curiosity instead of contempt. That was a refreshing change of pace from his own mindset, though the trauma probably didn't help his point of view. He was just glad she was being chill about it, though for Vyn he really was just projecting. "No don't worry about erasing them, it's not like anyone can really do much with that info besides bring an emp. So that's not much different from what usually happens."

His anxiety seemed to slowly slip away once he'd said it out like, why had he been so worked up? He remembered his fathers words, about a big family secret. Now it just just him, even the NIO was gone. If he was freelancing and not running down Sith all the time, then even if the cat was out of the bag there's really no concern. If she worked like a real doctor then this would all be confidential, and even if someone did board the ship, they probably wouldn't be looking for him in particular.

He heard the voice call out, he didn't jump or get spoked. His eyes just slowly looked around, an astromech that was intwined with the ship? At least that was his best guess.

What it said however did make Vyn sit upright. The back and fourth between the two was also of slight concern. "Is one of my implants failing?" He didn't exactly sound concerned, if she was this proficient at a simple check up then all should be right before the sun set.

Alora Vizsla

 

[Alora Vizsla]

Alora hummed to herself for a few seconds after Vyn had asked about an implant.

Then she turned around to look directly at Vyn, her hands falling to her sides. "Your implants aren't exactly mass-production. But that doesn't stop people like us, who are intimately familiar with cybernetics -- how they work, what it takes to work, how to keep them compatible with the host. So, we can totally make out just what each of them do. But," Alora rolled her head a bit to the side and narrowed her eyes for a second, "there's one implant that isn't just special-issue, but truly experimental."

As she partially turned back to the image, the display pivoted and zoomed in on one in particular without a gesture or sound. "This one. Here." She pointed at it in case it wasn't obvious with the highlight around a particular implant tucked in around a few others. "Do you know anything about it? There's no need to be coy; Gam and I have figured it out, but before we say anything it'd really do us some good to know what you know."​

Vyn Daldoure​

 

[Vyn Daldoure]

Vyn knew it was entirely possible to get readouts on implants after all when he make his combat equipment he needed to make the necessary adjustments to have them function properly with several of his implants. That her ship was capable of doind that without hardwire into any of his several implant ports was the impressive part. He wondered for a second if she was referring to what he'd done. Converting his own waste electrical signals generated by the advanced nervous system in a power source for his Equal Handshake figuring it was either that or the nervous system exchange itself, but that one wasn't exactly unheard of. "I mean, I've done a little bit of tinkering so maybe that's what you... were-"

He looked at the holo, standing as Vyn practically got into his own torso to look at it, his brow furled as he slowly shook his head. Vyn's med bay equipment would never have been strong enough to pick it up, especially since it was tucked right next to his adrenal implant. He put his hand on his back feeling around, how? He had a document from the surgery listing every single device he'd been given, and it wasn't like it was a version meant for him. In an ideal world his father would have survived and Vyn would have never seen the documents.

"No... that's the first time I've ever seen that implant before. What is it?" He turned to Alora Vizsla with a look, not of concern, but a hint of fury. Even from the grave his father found a way to surprise him on the worst of ways.

 

[Alora Vizsla]

Alora planted her hands on her hips and watched Vyn's reaction. Looked like the guy knew what he was supposed to have, and this little beauty wasn't in the list. Sounded like someone didn't visit a doc' they could trust when getting gear. Then again, it was one hell of an 'extra' someone tossed in there. If it wasn't intentionally then why...? Even if he was an unauthorized test subject, how would they get meaningful data? Maybe they hadn't expected him to live much longer afterward -- that'd make sense. Morbid, but better than waiting until both the Scientist and Subject were well into their geriatric years.

"Well, we can't tell you how long it's meant to function without jacking in," Alora started, "but we definitely know what it is meant to do." A soft sigh issued forth as she contemplated how to explain. "Do you know anything about biological science? Cellular division? The aging process? Alright, well, the body knows its own rythm, yeah? It doesn't always get the full picture of what's going on, but it knows when it isn't... typical."

She waited a moment to give Vyn the chance to process what she'd said. "This device interrupts 'typical.' It essentially tries to overwrite death." Alora's hands rose in a gesture not to go anywhere. "Death isn't something you stop, but you can delay it a good long while. Adjusting how long cells are designed to live and correcting for genetic anomalies there isn't really a whole lot else you need to live a lot longer. I mean, you still need to watch what you eat, but instead of a spring in your clock you got an isotope-5 power cell. Following?"​

Vyn Daldoure​

 

[Vyn Daldoure]

He knew a little bit about biology so when she'd started explaining things he'd come up with metaphors to help his brain compute without a buffer time. He knew that the body had it's own clock, now it could be slowed or sped up depending on your general health and how one took care of themselves. He nod and follow along silently but listening adamantly to her words. "So something is off with the natural process in my body, and the feeling I'm getting is telling me so. I think I got it." He nodded so she could continue

They had done such extensive work and took so much care with the implant ritual it was a bit surprising to him that it wasn't included in the documentation. Yet it was all making sense. Most of the Implants he has improve said natural body function, in simple terms he was a super soldier. He had so much physical training as a kid to build the tolerance for his implants, he began to wonder exactly which ones needed said tolerance. After all who in their right minds, excluding his own family, would stick a handful of implants into a toddler, even if he asked Alora he doubted she'd be able to fill in all these new questions he had.

"So... If I can sum it up. A decade passes and any other Iridonian Zabrak gets a decade older because of how many times their cells have split, their body gets new aches, they start to notice their crown horns curve a bit more or grow a bit faster."

"Yet for myself, a decade passes, and this little piece of tech overwrites my cellular division, and suddenly only I'm only a few years older instead of the full decade, I'm missing the aches and pain, and the most obvious thing which I had thought nothing about until now. My hair grows quite slow."

It would track. Which would also mean that Vyn wasn't in his mid thirties yet, he scoffed and put a hand against his temple, rubbing his horns and he processed. "That old Bantha Fether..." He looked up at Alora Vizsla and shook his head "Sorry about that, this is just a lot to process."

 

[Alora Vizsla]

"Does it?" Alora looked meaningfully at Vyn. "Not just a telomere and genetic reset then. Is it somehow... Hey, Gam, you think the thing is actually orchestrating the rate of cellular function? That'd be some pretty advanced stuff. The consequences if they got that even a little wrong would be," Alora looked back at him from glancing at the ceiling, "severe."

"Maybe you don't know how you got this, but you have to know when, right? So, what was going on back then? And who might have made it? This is the sort of device governments would literally kill to possess. So, between you and me? That's where this entire house call stays." No chance in a remote hell that anyone was hearing about this. They'd come for her just to get to him.

Then Alora chuckled. "Oh, and the whole... processing it. Yeah, I get you. Been there, done that."​

Vyn Daldoure​

 

[Vyn Daldoure]

Vyn was hesitant, he didn't like talking about his implants, because instead of people looking at him like a battle scarred warrior, they looked him as a victim. He sighed for a moment, but if she was going to help him, he should in turn help her, there was no danger in her having this information. So he was at least obligated to tell her right?

"My implants. I received all of them when I was probably a year or two old, early enough that I have no memory of getting them. They did it like that so they would feel natural. And it worked, most days I forget they're even there. Then I get into a scrap and it feels more like I'm a super soldier than cybernetically augmented." he paused giving her some time to catch up, giving him sometime to say this aloud for the first time in years.

"the people who did this to me was my own family, they were served the NIO during the hyperspace war, and specializing in hunting force adepts, specifically Sith. Think of all these cybernetics like a fethed up family legacy package, well besides a few additions of my own. Mandalorians get passed down armor, i got passed down a comprehensive surgery that makes be a better warrior, one I had no decision in receiving." He paused clearing his throat, there was no bitterness to his voice, like this whole thing didn't even surprise of phase him.

"Long story short you should be in the clear, exactly what was put in me was kept secret by my father and some other family, but they're all dead" He watched Alora Vizsla as he finished giving her the all clear, even thought the NIO gave his family funds, they still had zero access to the records. Currently, He and Alora were the only two in the galaxy who knew about the experimental tech in his rib cage.

 

[Alora Vizsla]

Alora shook her head slowly. "And you get check-ups, right?" Her honey-brown eyes fixed on him pointedly. "Just because they had you grow up with them so they're 'normal' doesn't mean they'll last forever. You should definitely find a good doctor or two in case anything happens. That one in particular ever karks up it can make living worse than death."

With a sigh, the young Mandalorian of many colors turned to tap a few commands on a nearby panel. The scan map of Vyn was replaced with a diagram of a single cybernetic implant. "This is a life-extension module Gam developed. Works too. Just can't go around installing them in people because people get all kinds of ideas once they think the word 'immortality.' So, you can always call us if you think yours needs a check-up. Like, today, if you want. Though I will need your shirt off for that." There was the thought to share more, but it didn't seem necessary. Alora didn't much like discussing it anyway, so any reason to not share was taken.​

Vyn Daldoure​

 

[Vyn Daldoure]

He sighed, he knew what living a life worse than death felt like. Or he assumed he'd gotten close once or twice. He gazed at the diagram. This wasn't legacy, this was control. He looked back to Alora as he reassured her. "I taught myself how to take care of basic maintenance on all of my combat modules" He pulled his shirt collar down only slightly, reveling his clavicle, and a port around the size of a audio jack. "Even upgraded the med droid on my ship to do diagnostics. However you're probably right, finding someone who actually knows what their doing would be a good idea." Yet he was hesitant, he'd need to make sure that person wouldn't decide to cut him open to see what ticks. After all the down side to being raised like this was that if his cybernetics ever failed, a war combat would look much different for him.

Vyn looked at her with a faint shift in his posture, discomfort almost, yet not embarrassment . "I mean, you're already here. Lets get it over with. Just remember I- No never mind. go ahead." He sat back down on the table and took a deep breath. She was there to help him not judge him. Reaching over his shoulder and grabbing the back of his shirt to slip it off. He was covered shoulder to waist in scar tissue, some of hit going below his waist line. If she knew what she was looking at, most of it was plasma burns from blasters, some saber wounds, some blade wounds, and then a few different scars that were clearly from an animal of some sort or possibly several different animals. He'd lay down on his back again. The less he fought with Alora Vizsla the faster this would be over.

 

[Alora Vizsla]

It was good Vyn took care of general upkeep -- given he'd lived with them his whole life he should do at least that much -- but she hoped he'd seriously consider what she'd said. A trust worthy doctor was worth having. Major trauma didn't wait on convenience or availability. Cybernetics were just like organic components; some times things went wrong and you needed an expert opinion on how to survive first and get better second.

A quick blink of the eyes accompanied Vyn's half statement. It wasn't worth remembering? He didn't exactly look thrilled at the examination, but it was worth it. Just in case that weird feeling of his was more than the device kicking in. Maybe it had been timed delay so he could grow up, for instance. But then it could also signal an underlying issue. Best to make sure either way. Not to mention gathering some details on its exact function so Vyn knew what was up.

Alora stepped around and bring a cart into position, and when she looked back Vyn was shirtless. That's when she saw all of Vyn's trophies. Her brows rose in silent comment. With that amount of injury his cybernetics must have gotten a workout.

"So, anything I should know about your diagnostic port?" Alora setup to take advantage of it. Maybe it wouldn't do much to get a bead on the previously unknown module, but whatever it could provide would be helpful. She reached over to draw over a handheld scanner for the deeper scan on the special-issue component.

She glanced up from the device at Vyn after a moment. "So, what do you think about growing up with all these cybernetics, if you don't mind me asking?" It was a unique opportunity. Why not make a little small talk to help pass the time?
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Vyn Daldoure​

 

[Vyn Daldoure]

He kept his breathing steady, sure she wasn't an NIO doctor sworn to secrecy that never said a word. That's what he was used to, but, oddly enough there was comfort in being outside of that comfort zone. She wasn't reading a report and fixing what had been broken in him, she was asking him questions and making sure he wasn't hurt. It was a small distinction, that threw him off, but put him at ease somehow.

"The port connects to my advanced nervous system, the rest of my implants feed into that, that's how I've kept up self maintenance, so in theory it should also connect you to the little present you found. "

He looked at her, oddly enough this was the first time he'd been asked about it, then again, most people never knew he received them that early. "oof, that's deep. Personally It's hard to describe. On one hand they weren't my choice-Hell, none of my childhood was really mine to decide, so that leaves a bit of a bad taste, and if someone forcibly removed them, and I survived, I'd have to re-learn everything and probably need a few organ replacements to function. They're instinctive, so much so that according to my medical droid my hearts have built up a tolerance to adrenaline, and my adrenal glad will no longer produce adrenaline solely based on my fight or flight response."

"On the other hand I recognize that I wouldn't be who I am today without them, and I was an effective soldier, though that part I could have done without. However I'm still an incredible fighter, plus I like it, and it pays the bills." It sounded crazy whenever he said it out loud, but if one thing he wasn't is a liar. However it typically varied from one individual to another weather they though he was crazy, and he had 0 idea what Alora Vizsla would think.

There's a certain high he gets when fighting, like when a boxer slips a punch or you hit someone just right and knock em' out. Without Vyn's cybernetics, I'd have no idea how to fight

"If you're asking what I think objectively? It was barbaric but efficient, my family had a long legacy of non-force users who had killed more their share of Sith, and they did it because they were raised exactly like I was. I just happened to get lucky and break the cycle."

 

[Alora Vizsla]

Alora smiled and worked to hook up his diagnostic port seeing how it was in good order and comprehensive. Might remove the need for any incisions at all, which Vyn would appreciate. The fact it'd bring up data on the hidden implant was curious though; she wondered how it'd escaped notice if that were the case. Well, Gam could suss out if there was a code block or something that concealed it.

While her eyes roamed over the display of data, her honey-brown eyes occasionally shifted in Vyn's direction as he spoke. The way he spoke of the implants and how he had no choice held her attention the longest. Made sense. Vyn had said he got them when he was a quite young. They might as well discuss removing one or both eyes, or perhaps his arms. Little late in life to rip them out, so he made do.

Well, perhaps did more than made do. He 'liked it.' Was that genuine affection, or utilitarian 'it pays the bills' only?

"Raised like you, huh? Did they get cybernetic as well?" Alora lowered the scanner in her hands and look at Vyn.

Suddenly a hand lifted to cover her mouth, and a short and quite laugh escaped her. "Sorry, I'm just asking all these questions." Her eyes unfocused a hair as they lowered. "You're not like most people that sit in that chair, Vyn. They get cybernetics one at a time, or to replace massive trauma. Often it's a choice. A necessity. A major change to their life, sure, but they tried not to think too much about it."

Alora sighed and lowered her hand. Her eyes sharpened again as they lifted to meet Vyn's gaze or his face. "You and I didn't get the luxury. Only, I didn't get them at birth." She paused to smile. "So, you know, birds of a feather... You're in good hands here."​

Vyn Daldoure​