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Post by Marekis Mudane on Apr 16, 2012 22:57:18 GMT -8
Pain. It was unbearable. Marekis bit into his lip holding back the screams building up in his chest. As it surged through his nerves he spazzamed out, grabbing, gripping the operating table underneath him. The screams pushed out. And with it he heard the screams of many. All those he had stabbed, sliced, diced, impaled, decapitated, disemboweled and torn asunder. As their pain was once heard, so did he experience it, and hear it in his own voice. He felt what he should have felt: regret. But Marekis was past this. He knew only one truth. Regret very quickly turned to humor, and with humor laughter. As the doctor pierced into him he felt laughed as the blood spat and the flesh was cut and sewn. He laughed, cackled at his own pain. He arched his head back and clenched his fist. This was what he wanted. This was a challenge complete. A chapter ended. A new strength unveiled. Pain meant nothing anymore. Marekis met his means.
Once everything was done and over with Marekis sat relaxed in the chamber. He looked up to the doctor. His laughter chuckled on in smaller portions.
"Yeah, been awake for awhile actually. You did a good job doc. Tell me, you butcher most your patients like you did me? Maybe I could take a couple tips."
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Post by Rayn Ares on May 14, 2012 0:27:06 GMT -8
"Hey, I did a heck of a job considering half your insides were cauterized." the small being called over his shoulder,"That didn't leave me much to work with without.....decauterizing them as much as I could."
After letting the doctor speak, Lenora tugged on the opening of the curtain, "Excuse me, would it be alright if I spoke to you for a moment?"
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Post by Marekis Mudane on Jun 1, 2012 22:35:21 GMT -8
Marekis rolled to his side and grinned and the girl. He grunted and rolled back and nodded.
"It would be. Careful though. I bite..."
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Post by Rayn Ares on Jun 1, 2012 23:46:29 GMT -8
At that she began to eye him warily, "Um...yes...the council is beginning a debriefing of Rayn's mission to Ambria. If you're feeling well enough, you're presence would be greatly appreciated."
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Post by Marekis Mudane on Jun 2, 2012 0:16:26 GMT -8
"Appreciated?" Marekis chuckled "Well that's something new."
Pushing himself up he stared the girl down. All this was getting way too organized for his taste. He thought breifly about killing the girl and making a bolt for the exit, but he was in no condition to anything of the means. He let out a deep sigh and nodded to the girl.
"Fine. Point me which way. I'd like to get out of this slaughter house as soon as possible."
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Post by Rayn Ares on Jun 6, 2012 18:03:40 GMT -8
"Alright, well if its alright with you Doc I'll get him strapped into one of these grav chairs and bring him to the council chamber."
Carefully as she could, Lenora tried to help Marekis off of his bed and into the chair.
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Post by Marekis Mudane on Jun 6, 2012 18:11:09 GMT -8
Marekis grunted as he stood his feet. He slapped the woman's hand away from him. He sneered at her, pride in his pain filled eyes.
"Get off me! I can do it myse-"
He paused and stared at the grav chair. Marekis' eyes narrowed and he stepped forward to it. He tapped it once to watch it move in place.
"Is that chair floating...?"
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Post by Rayn Ares on Jun 6, 2012 18:19:38 GMT -8
Lenora watched as Marekis stared with amusement and continued to prod the chair, "I suppose you don't get out much do you...?"
She interrupted his amusings, hefting him into the chair. Before he could make any smart remarks she pulled out a small remote. At the press of a button several carbon-fiber restraint cords clicked into place about his limbs.
"I hope you don't take offense, this is simply a precaution."
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Post by Marekis Mudane on Jun 6, 2012 18:30:21 GMT -8
Marekis struggled for a moment and fought back against the restraints to no avail. He calmed into his seat and stared up at his captor.
"Well..." he paused "I didn't know you were into this stuff, but I can get into it if you coach me"
We laughed and clenched his teeth as the restraints pulled down on his scars. Wasn't the most pleasant feeling he'd ever felt but he could work through it.
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Post by Rayn Ares on Jun 6, 2012 18:45:01 GMT -8
Lenora ignored his crass comment and continued, "You were apprenticed to a very powerful Sith Lord. We need to be sure you won't try anything....dangerous."
With that she carted Marekis out into the hallway, the repulsors of the grav chair whirring softly as they made thier way toward the inner chambers.
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Post by Marekis Mudane on Jun 6, 2012 18:52:09 GMT -8
"I think it's obvious enough now that he wasn't THAT powerful, I mean come on!...he's dead."
Marekis leaned back and thought over his words. His master, the one who took him from his mortal reigns, the one who showed him power, the one who challenged the emperor himself, is dead. By his hand. And now his hand lay in a pile of dust which once carried so much power. It was not only through his masters teachings he was where he sat now, but Marekis' own strength. He had it for so long but...
"Let's move it along! I'm tired of sitting around letting people baby me..."
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