Tal Vizsla
Character
It had been all his fault.
Well... Partially his fault.
Actually, he'd just built the weapon that dealt the blow, but he still felt some small amount of responsibility for the young woman's fate. The blow hadn't been meant for her, and she'd not only died in service to the then-katlaydr, but by her hand as well. Given that, he felt he needed to try and mend some of the destruction he'd helped bring on her.
That, and using his talents to create and restore life rather than kill and destroy it for a change might help ease that nagging feeling in the back of his head. Absently, he wondered if that was what a conscience might feel like.
The room he currently found himself in was fairly large, easily forty meters square and half as tall, and littered with the various trappings of a mandalorian inventor's workshop and forge. From the ceiling hung a veritable army of retractable mechanical limbs, set into a grid of tracks and equipped with all manner of useful grapples and tools. Built into a wall on one side were the smelters and forge implements, quiet now as they waited for their master's next orders. Along the other walls and throughout the space was a variable arrangement of screens, holoprojectors, workbenches, tables, and tool racks; all designed with optimum modularity in mind.
It was a singular table in the center of the room that currently held the Umbaran's attention, or rather the small form laid atop it. The body of the cyborg [member="Kyra"] . Or at least the temporary one he'd fashioned for her. It was a spindly thing, skeletal in appearance and suited for no more than basic locomotive functionality and life support. He was still working on the intended end result, but this would do in the mean-time.
It had taken him the better part of two weeks to delve through the wreckage of her former body and extract what remained of Her, then another to fashion the form that now held her and install her within it.
Now he sat poised at the screen beside her table, ready to initiate the full revival process to awaken her dormant mind and pull her fully back into the world. Perhaps if he'd been anyone but himself, the moral quandary of what he was about to do might have crossed his mind, but as it was he simply flipped the switch then stepped back to wait.
Truth be told, he had no idea if this was actually going to work.
Well... Partially his fault.
Actually, he'd just built the weapon that dealt the blow, but he still felt some small amount of responsibility for the young woman's fate. The blow hadn't been meant for her, and she'd not only died in service to the then-katlaydr, but by her hand as well. Given that, he felt he needed to try and mend some of the destruction he'd helped bring on her.
That, and using his talents to create and restore life rather than kill and destroy it for a change might help ease that nagging feeling in the back of his head. Absently, he wondered if that was what a conscience might feel like.
The room he currently found himself in was fairly large, easily forty meters square and half as tall, and littered with the various trappings of a mandalorian inventor's workshop and forge. From the ceiling hung a veritable army of retractable mechanical limbs, set into a grid of tracks and equipped with all manner of useful grapples and tools. Built into a wall on one side were the smelters and forge implements, quiet now as they waited for their master's next orders. Along the other walls and throughout the space was a variable arrangement of screens, holoprojectors, workbenches, tables, and tool racks; all designed with optimum modularity in mind.
It was a singular table in the center of the room that currently held the Umbaran's attention, or rather the small form laid atop it. The body of the cyborg [member="Kyra"] . Or at least the temporary one he'd fashioned for her. It was a spindly thing, skeletal in appearance and suited for no more than basic locomotive functionality and life support. He was still working on the intended end result, but this would do in the mean-time.
It had taken him the better part of two weeks to delve through the wreckage of her former body and extract what remained of Her, then another to fashion the form that now held her and install her within it.
Now he sat poised at the screen beside her table, ready to initiate the full revival process to awaken her dormant mind and pull her fully back into the world. Perhaps if he'd been anyone but himself, the moral quandary of what he was about to do might have crossed his mind, but as it was he simply flipped the switch then stepped back to wait.
Truth be told, he had no idea if this was actually going to work.