Private Resurrection

[Apollyon The Betrayer]

Tag: Darth Carnifex Vakhari Lutris

Several days ago...​

The shadow crusade was long over.

For most, it was a tale of heroes defying tragedy against impossible odds, ended by a proud slayer brandishing a black blade over the corpse of a beast most foul. But no one ever stopped to ask where do monsters go when they die?

"AAAAAAAAAAGH!"​

Somewhere deep within the bowels of Yalara, a corpse took it's first choked breath, and from the gurgling came a bestial howl.

It was glorious. It was terrifying. It was confusing feeling physical pain for the first time in decades. The body struggled against restraints of flesh and metal alike as the Necrotechs held their project down and studied it with inhuman eyes, at first with little resistance. It's mind however thrashed against unseen horrors conjured from hell itself.

"Heartrate spiking." one of the cyborgs intoned.

"Unusual brain activity." came another.​

"My lord, the subject is wak-"

For the first time since the war's end...

...She tasted clean air.

Groaning like a tomb wraith, Apollyon opened her eyes. From one she caught blurred glimpses of movement against a backdrop of blinding light. Through the other, a sickly golden thing, she stared at the red skies of the Netherworld as they were drained of all color in a monochromatic siphon. But in the same breath that she felt incomprehensible, primal fear, so too did she know once more the peace of her first spring. The soothing sensation of rain against her skin.

Life filled her lungs.

The oxygen tube fogged as she slowly exhaled, then breathed deeply of glorious air once more.

But Mother War did not spare her children, not even for their rebirth, and pain caught up with her revitalized senses. Ripping her hand from the cyborg's grasp, Apollyon tugged and yanked until she'd pulled the tubing free from her throat, fighting anything and everything which dared touch her even through a coughing fit. The first would-be-doctor was suddenly slammed face first into the table with a sickening crunch, rendering him limp.

Witch twisted science and foul sorcery, they thought to resurrect the Wolf of Mandalore.

Forgetting what a cornered animal could do.

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[Vakhari Lutris]

Tags: Darth Carnifex Apollyon The Betrayer

It had been done while she was away, a disregard of for her authority. If such a thing existed, it faded from these eldritch halls many moons ago. Luckily things like this were not a special case, protocols and machines built just for a rabid animal. The mechanical men that surrounded her hardly seemed to fuss over one of their own being smashed up, it was an easy fix.. But one that would come later.

The table gives the resurrected one a numbing shock, and soon Vakhari storms in.

"I told you all to wait!"

The current head of the guild, one "Horo Tane" retracted his layers of magnification that covered one remaining biological eye.

"You forget girl, that if you are to use our tools and workspace, we are to study and observe this creature just as much as you."

After the painful shock that served to numb Apollyon, two brutish undead hover over the resurrected woman. Using their mechanically augmented muscle to pin her while Vakhari began the activation of the table's locking system.

"Could have at least told me, not like I built this body from scratch... Every damn cell, every complex neural network- What if you had damaged it?! Then no one gets to study, you lothe a ruined project just as much as I."

Horo grones, an admission of guilt, one Vakhari knew.

"Right, well I assume all the vitals are in order?"

All of them focus in on Apollyon, studying her like some insect under a magnifying glass. Each and every Necrotech gave a nod of approval, with Vakhari herself giving a nod soon after.

"Everything seems normal, vitals are spiked from adrenaline as expected."

By now the metallic clamps should have locked the subject in place, Vakhari pulling out her data pad.

"What is your name?"

A keen eye would notice a machine that was slowly moving closer out the corner of the eye, the thin spike on the end aimed right at the head... It would be an instant death, like how one puts down cattle. If the wrong answer was given, apollyon could put together that this machine was to put her down like some animal.


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[Darth Carnifex]

"As my Lord requested, the vessel has been completed."

Darth Carnifex, Dark Lord of the Sith, watched the inert body rest upon the metal slab from another chamber, a reinforced pane of reciprocal glasteel separating the viewing chamber from the laboratory. Around Him were less than a dozen scientists; surgeons and fleshcrafters all. Their minds were just as twisted as their bodies, grafted with bio-technology and obscene cybernetics. They were a motley assortment of monsters and predators, all who yearned to mold flesh like clay.

In a way, the Dark Lord was more wicked than all of them. His body, though conventionally handsome, was the product of profane blasphemy and dark ritual. Black tattoos were inked across His body, each pulsating with sinister purpose. His eyes smoldered with dispassionate cruelty, regarding each creature as one would an insect. And when He spoke, it was not merely sound.

It was pressure.

Gravity.

Domination.

"Begin the process."

They rushed to fulfill their Lord's will, even before the chief architect had arrived. Electricity danced from coil to coil, while pumps siphoning vats of sickly green ichor into multi-tributary tubes, all of which fed into the various injectors pushed into the cold lifeless skin of the inert vessel. There was an aching shudder, a deep primal inhalation, followed by a ear-splitting scream as life flooded unbidden into the vessel. Wrenched from eternal slumber, the body jolted forward, nerves now animated by consciousness.

And Apollyon the Betrayer lived again.

"Start the examination," was all the Dark Lord said in response to the resurrection, not even the faintest glimmer of emotion playing across His stoic features. By now, the architect of the fleshy vessel had come and restrained the awakened Apollyon, beginning the first of many inquiries that would ultimately determine if she had truly risen from the dead. It would not have been the first time they'd been met with failure, for it was no easy feat to summon forth one who had been dead for many, many years. They had filled many tombs with the corpses of failed Apollyons.

But some sensation in the back of the Dark Lord's mind told Him that this time they would succeed.

Apollyon The Betrayer | Vakhari Lutris ​

 

[Apollyon The Betrayer]

Tag: Vakhari Lutris Darth Carnifex

She hissed and shrieked through grit teeth, convulsing beyond her control.

By the time her fingers could move of her own accord, the creatures had forced her violently into restraints which she weakly rattled and strained against. She instinctively shirked away and glared daggers at anything which spoke, their words muffled as though she were submerged in water.

Even worse however was when she began to understand them.

Their cruel bickering gave context to every dispassionate prod and the pumping of tubes which fed liquid into her veins, the skin around them stale and tender. She didn't know who they were, or why they hadn't just disected her already. She didn't know much of anything right now.

But she did know a weapon when she saw one.

"What is your name?"

She glanced at the silver-haired girl, then the ever encroaching rod of death.

What was her name?

Her eyes closed and darted beneath the flesh, trying desperately to find the answer in time.

All she could remember was ash, and fire and—

Oh yes. They'd given a Demon's name, though from which language, she could not recall. She'd earned it in the killing fields so long ago, and though her tongue did not remember the sound just yet, she knew it's meaning by heart.

It had but one translation:

"War."

Her first words in nearly 30 years, the purpose for which she was remade by the Kainate all those years ago.

She stared into Vakhari Lutris 's little red eyes, and in her own shone a defiant hatred of which some sith could only aspire.

"My name means war."

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[Vakhari Lutris]

Tags: Apollyon The Betrayer Darth Carnifex
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"War."

Vakhari taps a finger against her data pad, processing the answers she was given.

"Uh huh..."

She closes her eyes, breathing in deeply.

"Is there any good reason for it to be speaking in such a tribalistic manner?"

The girl ignores the question for now, pulling down some other machine that hung above Apollyon's head.

"I don't understand, everything looks normal- Power is going where it needs to in the brain, and no signs of brain damage are to be found."

She rolls her eyes, pushing the scanning machine back up and away to let the one made for termination come closer.

"Perhaps something else managed to slip in? Either way, best to terminate it."

Vakhari raises a finger.

"Well now wait just a moment, I can't just toss away a passion project in the trash so easily! Don't we have someone who is more than able to pull this thing out?"

"You must be joking right? Or have you not heard that Lady Keres has been.. Away as of late."

As she was ready to admit defeat and push the button, her gut tells her to look over the finer details of just who this is supposed to be.

"Ahahaha! Despite the simplicity that was indeed a valid response! Subject named Apollyon, had brought war and strife among her own people."

The girl gives a smug wink to Tane, the man letting out a frustrated sigh before leaving the room.

"Now.."

Vakhari turns her head back over to Apollyon, gazing down as her with the data pad at the ready.

"You have been brought back, and I was contracted by your master to build this new body of yours."

She glances down at their legs, tapping the knee with a little plastic hammer to watch the response.

"I would like to conduct some tests to judge your ambulation, from there I can monitor your mobility."

Reluctantly she unbinds Apollyon.

"Don't do anything stupid alright? Now, if you could slowly sit yourself up, then turn to hang off the side of the bed, then carefully get off the bed and stand up for me?"



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[Darth Carnifex]

The Dark Lord watched as they examined and questioned Apollyon, still reeling from being wrenched out from behind the veil. Everything that was said was transmitted into the viewing room He occupied, which was in turn meticulously recorded by those who shared the space. Though resurrections had been performed prior, it had typically been with the freshly deceased; those who had only passed into the Force weeks or months prior to their return.

Only a few tests had ever been conducted on those who had been dead for decades, and most had returned mindless. Those that escaped such a fate found an even grimmer one awaiting them. Madness and unspooling thought, rendering them just as useless as the corpse they'd once been. But the Dark Lord was a patient and methodical man, He never let a few disappointing trials dissuade Him from pushing deeper beyond the margins of morality and ethics.

Apollyon seemed to be on track for being the first to escape the fate of her predecessors., but it was not beneficial to be too hasty in rendering judgment. She just as easily could collapse into herself, becoming nothing more than wasted flesh. They'd have to start again with a fresh body, but fortunately they had several germinating in exo-wombs deeper in the compound.

For now, the Dark Lord said nothing.

He continued to watch.

Apollyon The Betrayer | Vakhari Lutris ​