Thesim Gra looks in the mirrored window, knowing that no one stands on the far side watching his actions. And knowing that even if there were, there is nothing they would do about it. His eyes take in the jowls of fat hanging from his cheeks, eyes that are dull and almost appear grey. Wisps of his thinning hair flicker around from the breeze of the air circulation system.
Thesim smiles at her and licks his lips as he walks over to her and kneels down beside her. Sitting the case he carries on the floor he pulls out a syringe and tourniquet and grabs her arm, pulling it away from her legs. He ties the tourniquet around her upper arm, and waits a second for one of her veins to begin throbbing – and when it does jabs the needle in, drawing out a vial of her blood.
He sets that to the side, placing it carefully in the appropriate pocket of his case and then pulls out a hypodermic injector. He presses this against the side of her neck and shoots the cocktail of drugs it contains into her system. An involuntary shudder runs through her slight frame.
He grabs her face, and drags her so that her eyes are staring at him and smiles as she tries to scamper back further into the corner, fear flickering life into her eyes.
"Your name is Tsup. Do you understand me?"
The girl nods her head quickly, her lekku twitching slightly and he drops her chin. Then he stands up and walks a few steps away from her. "Tsup, come here."
The girl looks at him, her eyes bulging in fear as she stands up and takes hesitant steps towards him. Thesim nods his head and pulls out a datapad taking a few notes. He looks back up at her, and points towards the far wall –the one with the one-way window on it. "Tsup, run into that wall."
With less hesitation, the girl turns from him and takes off at a run right into the window, rebounding back slightly as she hits it. She leaves a small smear of blood on the glass from her nose, and when she stands back up is holding her hand against her nose - trying to staunch the blood flow.
He makes another few marks in his datapad. "Tsup, return."
More hesitation as the girl slowly walks towards him, fear and worry coloring her face the closer she comes. Finally she stops a step or two away from him.
Reaching into his bag, he pulls out a laser scalpel and hands it to the girl. "Tsup, cut your arm."
She hesitates, and then runs the small laser down her arm, whimpering slightly as blood oozes through the wound.
Happily, Thesim makes a few notes, and then pulls out a dermal bonder, and motions her to come closer. When she does, he takes back the scalpel and then seals the small wound at the edge of her nose and the cut from the scalpel.
He puts away the medical devices and smiles at her, once more licking his lips. "Now Tsup, we are going to have some real fun."
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Cere stands outside the door to one of the specimen's rooms, waiting for Thesim to finish within it. She watches as the door opens, and Thesim steps through, casting a malicious grin back through the doorway. Cere can hear the whimpers of the young Twi'lek within and shakes her head in disgust, before focusing fully on the scientist.
"How goes the mind control research?"
"Doctor Gast's research is brilliant, and though we were unable to recover all of the necessary research what we do have has allowed us to control this Twi'lek at least. One problem is that her will is not entirely subsumed by the drugs. Things she fears she will still hesitate to do."
"Is that a problem?"
Thesim slowly shakes his head as he replies, "I don't think so. The important thing is that she still does them. She's just a bit slower at it then when she is doing something which she doesn't fear."
Cere nods her head, and begins rubbing her chin and pacing back and forth, three steps away from Thesim in each direction. She smiles as she realizes that this might be a perfect solution to their problem with the Jedi Knight.
She looks up at him. "Are you ready to start on humans?"
"I could probably figure out which of the drugs would work on human metabolism within a few hours. After that it's a matter of administering the drugs."
Cere smiles happily. "Good. There's a subject in room Aurek-9, she's currently being kept sedated and tranquilized because she's rather…" Cere pauses here, thinking of an appropriate word to describe the young blonde woman
Thesim grins, and nods his head. "I'll get right on it."
Cere waves her hand absently at her. "Good. Give me a status report when you have results."
Thesim turns away from her and begins walking down the hall, calling out an affirmative over his shoulder. Cere watches him for a moment, and then sneering with disgust she turns around, walking down the hallway towards her own office.
-------------------------------Kyp Durron and Kam Salousar are slowly walking the halls of the
Kam shakes his head. "I'm telling you Kyp, we told her to keep in touch, and she hasn't contacted us in days and neither of them are responding to our hails. We need to send someone to check on her."
Kyp sighs, and lowers his head. "I understand your concerns Kam, but who should we send? I don't think we have a Knight who isn't an instructor left in the
Kyp stops at one of the rooms, and pushes open the door revealing a dozen flight simulators arrayed in a circle around a lectern. Standing behind the podium, is a human male around the same age as Master Skywalker – his blonde hair and goatee are cut short and his lips are moving slightly as he speaks into the headset microphone strapped to his head. He glances up at the two Jedi Masters in the doorway, and nods his head, and then returns his attention to the podium. Kyp knows that there is a display there, showing a tactical feed of what those students in the sims are doing. He points towards the instructor. "See, that's Tycho Celchu. We dragged him out of retirement to teach this course so we could send Doran Tainer out on a mission."
Kyp sighs as he notices how set Kam's face has become. The elder Jedi speaks slowly. "Tahiri is like a daughter to Tionne and myself. I say we need to send someone to check on them."
Kyp runs a hand through his long black hair, sighing once again. "Fine. Tell me someone we can send without harming or stopping any of our current operations and I'll approve it."
Kam smiles, almost as if he already has an answer for Kyp. And to Kyp's dismay, he does come up with an answer which meets Kyp's requirements.
Kam simply says, "You."
-------------------------------------Noelani watches as Chase leans against the side of the building, twisting out so that he can see around the corner. She winces slightly, her arm still throbbing from the break despite the makeshift splint which Chase fashioned for her. She touches the Force once more, turning off the pain receptors in that arm. She focuses on Chase again, noticing that he has inched closer to the corner and is focused on something on the far side of it intently. From that direction, she can hear the shuffle of sounds and muted voices. Frowning, she inches closer and touches her hand to his shoulder.
Her voice is barely above a whisper, as she asks, "What are we doing?"
He glances at her, confusion flickering over his face. "I'm going to get us something to eat."
She frowns for a second. "Why are we acting like spies then?"
He looks at her, and she can feel an odd tingle in the Force, or the pit of her stomach – she isn't sure just where it is coming from yet.
"Because I'm going to steal it."
Noelani rocks back on her feet slightly, her mouth opening in shock. "Why?"
Chase shakes his head, letting out a sigh. "Because we don't have any money for anything – let alone for food."
Noelani giggles slightly. "Yes we do, dummy."
She sticks two fingers into the waistband of her skirt, and pulls out a small credit chit, holding it up towards Chase. She almost laughs again as he slaps his hand against his forehead.
"Why didn't you tell me you had money? And next thing you're going to tell me is that you know just who your parents are, and they're still alive."
She can feel her jaw tighten, at the taunting tone his voice has taken, and she glares at him. "You didn't ask me if I had money. And yes I know who my parents are… at least my adoptive parents. My real ones died in the war. Why would you be mean like that?"
Chase frowns. "You know who raised you? Are they still alive? Everyone else that BioTech has picked up has been unwanted street kids like me. Why would they grab you?"
Noelani shakes her head. "I don't know anything about that. Me and my Master came here to investigate BioTech and I went shopping and when I came back found these guys going through our rooms. They said they had captured her and I ran. But they got me, and that's when you found me."
She notices the Chase is watching her oddly, and frowns as she cries out, "What?"
"Do you breathe while you're talking?"
She makes a small noise of annoyance and then stands up, walking around the corner and into an open-air market. She smiles happily, and turns around, looking at the various wares, and finally spies a small booth selling clothes. She rushes over and picks out a new shirt and a pair of trousers that look like they would fit, and quickly pays for them. She turns away from the booth, and runs into Chase standing there behind her, gritting her teeth as awareness floods back into her arm.
He glances down at the clothes, and then back up at her. "You ready to get some food now?"
She smiles happily for him, and bobs her head in an affirmative motion twice. "Sure. Let's find a place for me to change, and then we'll go get something to eat."
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