The Bionic Man!

[RC 212]

[member="Enigma"]
It was dark. Really dark. RC could smell the reeking stench of blood and fecal matter. He groaned but it was not a groan. His neck had been sliced wide open. Now there was strange tube in his throat. Straps held down what remained of his destroyed body. All he could remember was faint memories of a fight.

An explosion, blaster bolts and then he was dead. Or was he.

They had moved his body quickly and dispoed of it after they collected the bounty. But RC had somehow survived. Hanging on to his soul only by a thread. It was now that he opened his eyes. He could barely see that he was in a lab.

 

[Onrai]

@RC 212

"You really don't know when to stay out of trouble, do you..." The voice was one he would remember very prominently. One that had already saved his life before, after he had nearly died following the destruction of the Dreadstar. "I swear, almost all the time I encounter you, you're half-dead, in need of either repair or healing. I can only do so much for you."

And this of course was an excuse to save him for her own purposes. "I think we'll go Anakin with you."

 

[RC 212]

RC's eyes flickered open and he beheld a slender woman. The voice though, so familiar. Of course after all this time it had been only one person who had championed RC's cause during the Deathwatch. Images of ewok massacres and scalps came to mind.

"Circe Savan."

RC's voice was hardly a whisper.

But this woman looked different.
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[Onrai]

@RC 212

"You've cost me a lot. I died because you indicated I was there with you. You attacked the wrong group of Ewoks - but no surprise there. That's why I had you frozen in carbonite and reprogrammed to be my gardener. But you overcame that and escaped through unknown means. And here you are again, for the third time..." She paused, smirking as she looked over him. "Now... you get rebuilt to my specifications. You will not break against me again. Understand? Or next time, I will bury you up to your neck in duracrete, force-feeding you nutrients through a feeding tube as a pet."

And it was with that that the machines moved in. "You don't deserve biofiber - only mechanical augments covered with synthflesh. And in each will be a method for me to disable them, in the event that I you betray me again."

 

[RC 212]

[member="Enigma"]

RC was much the powerless man in this situation. His body tore and ripped under the machines as part were stripped away, and burnt flesh cast to the floor. He had no choice now. It was all in or die.

For a second the brief vision of him strangling her came to mind. He wanted nothing more than to destroy this woman who had betrayed him in her own ways. But Rc could not speak so he stood idly, as the machine worked, humming and buzzing like flies in slaughterhouse.

 

[Onrai]

@RC 212

Slowly the machines grafted metal to bone, outfitting the clone commando with more than his fair share of cybernetic enhancements. Soon, his body was complete, and he was stood up, the table slanting so he would land on his feet. "Alright... Do you feel well?" She raised an eyebrow in curiosity, wondering if true cybernetic enhancements had successfully given him the ability to properly walk. His voicebox was fine.

 

[RC 212]

[member="Enigma"]

RC moved slwoly at first. He lifted one of the droids and squeezed, testing out his implants. The cyrborg soldiers grip crushed the droid in half, two piece falling to the floor in aa spray of oil, and blue electrical arcs. His feet felt light, as his body moved.

RC's bloodshot eyes looked up and down his frame, taking in the scars and abrasions.

"Damn this is ugly."

RC cocked his head to the side.

"Wheres my armor? I have work to do!"

 

[Onrai]

"Your armor is no more. I've crushed it and incinerated it - it was too badly damaged to be repaired again. Besides, never forget that I was the one who supplied it to you in the first place. I can just as easily leave you naked. But since you insist..."

The door opened, and a fresh, unpainted suit of armor was rolled in. "It's all yours, RC. But never forget that this is the last chance from me that you'll get. If you so much as even try to cause trouble for me... I will make the rest of your existence a living hell. You'll wish I left you floating in space near your precious Dreadstar to die."

Stepping back, she gave the most evil grin she had ever given in a while. "Now, I know the perfect place for you... If 'a a place I've heard the Death Watch now calls home. I call it the Horde..."