I hate it when my schwartz gets twisted! [D4, MM]

[Xyll Vanth]

"Just do it," she said. "Pain and I are an old friend."

Which was true, but didn't necessarily mean she wouldn't feel it. Still, the fewer Arkanian injections she could submit herself to, the better.

[Sarron Dorros]

"I assumed as much." Sarron motioned to his assistant as she held the device he was holding as he began to take aim for the needle to be in place.

Without a moment to spare, the Arkanian cleaned the area he was about to attack. jammed the needle right into her bone. It would have been a intense pain to those not taught to endure pain as a whole. She could feel the needle scrape against her ribs, barely hearing the metal rub against the bone, before it jammed in the small hole formed from her battle as he shot the injection directly into her.

He held her in place as he worked, staring into her with his white eyes. "Do not move."

It was cold within her as he spoke, the solution beginning to cling to the hole on her rib cage until it seal was complete. Though it was still not quite there yet.

As he removed the needle, he placed it on the table as he reached for some gauss to cover where the needle had entered. "Get me some snythskin to deal the wound, Shoza."



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Dem Bones, Dem Bones, Dem Broke Bones [D4, MM]: 2eP+3eA+2eD 2 successes, 3 advantage

[Xyll Vanth]

She grunted as the pain forced its way into existence. She had experienced much worse pain than this, but she also was no great physical specimen who could simply ignore any and all such suffering.

Still, this was blissfully brief. And ultimately manageable. Though she did take a minute to recover.

"You were not kidding."

[Sarron Dorros]

"One can be taught to ignore surface pain, but it becomes more difficult if that pain is targeted from within yourself."

As the patch is brought to him, the gauss is removed and a small patch of incredibly white skin is applied. The skin clearly did not look like her skintone, but it was placed on and a heating laser was placed upon it, attaching itself to her skin. "This is just temporary patch to seal it all together. Unless you plan on swimming or exposing your upper chest area, no one should notice it. The solution should also take about 3 days to do what it needs to do. After that, come see me again and we'll remove the synthskin and the solution and let your body heal the rest on its own naturally."

He nods. "Now most physicians would inform you to sit still and relax. That is why they are fools. Your human body naturally heals easily and the process of recovery is no different. It might be sore, but do not let it settle. Do exercises that focus on that area to jumpstart your body's natural healing. Though I would recommend you not do things that involve getting impacted there."

[Xyll Vanth]

"What if I can not return in 3 days?"

Things were, after all, constantly in motion. There might not even be a Ziost in 3 days, as far as she knew.

[Sarron Dorros]

"Then see someone else who can fix the rest." He stated plainly. "It's just easier to do it with the person who recognizes their own handiwork, is all. Regardless, it needs to be removed before a week's time otherwise your bones will not be healed properly and a dip in the healing tanks is what lies ahead of you. When you choose to do it and where is your decision."

Stepping away from the patient, he begins to remove the gloves from his hands and heads over to a shelf to pick up a few jars of something while allowing her to become decent again. "Going to give you something for the pain and to ensure no infection occurs. I know we are taught as Sith to embrace it, but the Empire did not get to where we are now by being fools. Just take it before you rest for the next few days."

Placing a few chemicals in a stimpack, he shakes them up and lets them settle before pressurizing them shut and locking them in at the ready. He returns to her side and holds them out to her to grab.

[Xyll Vanth]

She takes a few moments to decide whether or not to actually take them, before finally doing so.

"Thank you," she added, while getting up to her feet again "Your services have been quite satisfactory. You are...sith, yes?"

She did not see a lightsaber, but he had made mention of an apprentice with force ability.

"It is an odd profession for one."

[Sarron Dorros]

"Sith can bleed as easily as the Jedi do, even with all of our strength." He says with a nod to her question. "My studies have led me to focus more on alchemy and Midi-chloroian research, but still the baseline studies remain the same." He places his tools down and begins to rest a little.

"To understand the Force and how to make it bend to your will, you must also understand the vessel that controls it. Once you do, you can bond it easily to things you would never think of. Why, even something as simple as a cup of caf can be bent to my will and enhanced thru the Force."

[Xyll Vanth]

"The alchemical arts are known to me," she said. "Few are those that can ascend to its greatest heights of application."

[Sarron Dorros]

He looks over at her with a bit of curiosity. "Known to you, you say? Interesting. Would not have taken you for a fellow of the art. Not to diminish any accomplishment you may have in the field, but rarely do you see someone skilled with a lightsaber be equally as qualified in the art."

He paused and smiled at her comment. "Yes...it takes many years of focus to get to where I am with it. Even still, I have far to go within it's studies. Though there are other concerns that pull my focus from the it. Teaching a apprentice, for one."

[Xyll Vanth]

"Many things are known to me," she said with a chuckle, "though I have not practiced in some time, and its greatest applications are, I think, beyond my present abilities. To create such wonders as the Isaiwinokka Hoyakut, the Massassi and countless other Sithspawn. To say nothing of relics far beyond the mere trinkets most would peddle. Though one supposes that even the greatest of practicioners had to start somewhere."

[Sarron Dorros]

"Ahh, you know your lore. Yes, the reanimation of flesh is a sight to behold, I've heard, though not one that holds much interest to me, personally. The Arkanians as well have developed our own means of moving beyond the pale of our genetics with our Offshoots, mixing and meshing different species with our own, weeding out the useless traits and into what is needed of them. Though, it is not as perfected as, say, the Massassi."

He stares at Shoza at a moment before returning to the Sith before him. "What was accomplished with the Sithspawn and their blending of genetical and alchemical formulas is something I can only hope but to learn myself over time."

[Xyll Vanth]

"The science of manipulating the genes will never compare to the power that the dark side may bring," she said, "though in truth such things do not hold my interest much either."


Cool to recover strain: 1eP+1eA 1 success, 2 advantage


(rolling now for reasons)

[Sarron Dorros]

"My thoughts exactly. Our understanding of natural order pales in comparison to the rules of the Force. To combine them is the key to this mystery. Though, as you say, it is a subject that does not interest you."

He turns to her. "Still, if ever you need such items for... whatever it is you may need them for, feel free to seek me out. A skilled hand would be proper for it, as well as it helps fund my own research."

[Xyll Vanth]

"You are not the first to have offered this service to me this week."

[Sarron Dorros]

Sarron gives a long look at her comment, followed by a small laugh. "Quite the popular person with the alchemists then. Well, no matter, my own interests aside on the profit aspect of it, having the tools you need to survive is important."

An impulsive attack on a Darth is something that would never happen with him, of course. If he ever had to do the, the seeds of victory would have been planted days before the attack, like any good Sith.

"What will you do now, if I may ask?"

[Xyll Vanth]

"What do you mean?"

She could've given any answer to what could've simply been an ordinary question with no deeper meaning. But she suspected it wasn't.

[Sarron Dorros]

"Being defeated like that would have wounded any proud Sith." He paused and looked over at her. "I only ask for curiosity sake, is all. It is not often I get the opportunity to speak to someone who did what you did; most end up dead after facing a Darth."

[Xyll Vanth]

She narrowed her eyes at him. "Perhaps you were not watching very closely. She won only through sheer luck. Luck that could've easily turned against her. Any lesser Sith would not even have managed to scratch a Darth. Whereas *I* left her barely alive."

[Sarron Dorros]

"Of course. I did not intend to diminish your skill with it." He nods looking over. "One strike is often what we get, though. I can understand your frustrations. It...it is a constant shift in my head. Moving left instead of right would have been better...moving the blade up...should I have feinted instead of struck it down hard...My head wracks with all of my decisions, both in this lab and on the field."

He shrugs and sits up. "My apologies if I upset you on the topic. I am often told I lack the proper tact for these sort of deep conversation topics. It is something I wish to improve on."