Transfigurations

[Darren Onyx]

Coruscant was infamous for the lower levels. Thugs, gangs, violence, and numerous illegal activities flooded the lower levels of the city-planet. Deep on the level 1277, was a small abandoned clinic. It was run down, water from the pipes above leaking in and dropping to the floor, causing a eerie drip drip drip sound. Behind the main desk and inside the office, sat Onyx. He was kicked back in his chair, feet on the desk, staring at the ceiling.

He sat and manifested in the darkness, in the loneliness. His mask sat, or rather latched, on his belt while his hood lay back. His long, dirty blonde hair, was, as usual, slicked backwards over his head. His many scars were showing, though he never mined. One notable feature was his bright red eye, which was a cybernetic implant. His chin was also completely metal, the fake skin that laid over it was now burned off after a previous fight.

After several minutes of silence, that felt like eternity, the door to the clinic opened and a team of large men walked in, all in Mandalorian armor. With them was someone tied up and blindfolded. Onyx stood up and shook his head. "Come on fellas take this stuff off him!" he said walking out at a decent pace. One of them nodded and undid the damage done. The man was on his knees before him and Onyx smiled.

"Alright boys, I'll have the credits transferred to you all in another hour or two." The men all nodded and thanked him, leaving straight after. Onyx walked over to the main desk and sat atop it. "Hello, I'm Darren Onyx. I need your help."

[member="Break"]

 

[Break]

Break sat humiliated his fake skin was bruised and the synthetic blood dripped from his nose and mouth.
His normally tidy blue black hair was in a mess and his armor was marked black by heavy blaster fire. He spent hours behind cover before the large man that removed the bag actually EMPd him which managed to knock him out.
He spat at the man.
"Why in the seven hells would I help you? You sent men after me on my only scheduled vacation... and they beat me until I was unconscious!"
Break was in an outright fury. His brain had been rattled and his appendages weren't operating at full strength. Otherwise he would have broken these small restraints.

[member="The Onyx"]

 

[Darren Onyx]

Onyx stood up and paced around in front of him. "I do apologize for them," he explained, "They weren't who I thought they were." He leaned down and helped him up. He helped him over to the chair behind the main desk and smiled. "I have credits . And I'll pay as much as you need to pull this off," he started. He could feel his heartbeat starting racing a bit at the thought of his plan. "I need you to create a droid that thinks it's me."

[member="Break"]

(OOC: On phone, short reply, I apologize)

 

[Break]

Break looked up at the man a gleam of hatred in his eyes "Oh! Well why didn't you say so! Let's just head on over to the machine right now!"
He said with sarcasm.
"I'll hook you up to it myself."
Through gritted teeth.
Break was honestly not happy, something like the beating he just took wasn't an accident at least not usually.
"The starting rate for the data transference is 10000 credits."
He spat blood on the floor.
"But I'll cut you a deal and only double it."
Break looked at his surroundings this place had the normal looks of a typical crime lord not pristine but not horribly shabby either.
He paused for a minute.
"We're on Coruscant aren't we?"
Not the place he was most welcome. Break had a couple of bounties on his head in this area and he had no desire to walk out of here unarmed.
"Fine. You take me home. You pay me 20000 credits and I'll build you your droid. Every scar every birthmark every detail. Down to the last zit on your face. It will look exactly like you."
He started to shift to a more comfortable position.
"And that's the end of this deal."
Break was a hard negotiator but he wasn't stupid. He would deliver the goods and hide every bit of evidence it ever happened. Whoever this Onyx person was he knew who to go to.
[member="The Onyx"]

 

[Darren Onyx]

Onyx smirked. "I need to have a replica of me. A droid that looks, acts, talks, even thinks, it's me. I need it to be as real as you can make it. Fake skin and everything." He paced around and thought for a moment. He had the credits to do this, he had plenty of credits for anything he wanted. Though he thought more heavily on what the droid would take on from him. He needed it to be as authentic as possible. "I want two of them. One to activate at a certain time and the other to remain inactive until the first is, if at all, destroyed."

It occurred to him that the droid may or may not obtain his memories. "It needs my memories as well." He stopped at look at him. "Where can we do this?"

[member="Break"]