The number one drama causer is at it again. He's not really sorry.

[nouskaiananki]

Who: Vader
What: Self-surgery, healing, dragging people into his mess
When: Early month, prior to the mini-missions
Where: A room in a rent-by-the-day building in the Magitech, Obi-Wan's hut, probably other places as things develop
Content Warnings: self-surgery, blood (lots of blood), to be updated as needed



Given the chip implanted into them was at the base of their skulls, what it did, and the experiences he had with implanted chips - both in his men and in himself - it probably shouldn't surprise anyone he decided to handle it himself.

Not that he hasn't taken done preparations. A field surgery kit, mirrors, some kind of healing gel and bandages, a tarp on the floor under a cheap chair, and furniture moved away. The room was paid for a couple of days. After thinking it over before he started, he sent a text message to Padmé and a message to Obi-Wan.

Then he washed his hands, the back of his head and his neck, and sat in the chair, prepared so the mirrors allowed him to see the back of his head and neck clearly, even when his hands were in the way. And started cutting. Peeling. The scar tissue was thick, tough, and hard to pull apart. But pull it apart he did, because he didn't want to cut nerves or large blood vessels - there wasn't a bacta tank here. It took time, to get down to muscle, to scrap it away from the implants in his spine without harming his implants or causing too much muscle damage (what he thought was too much anyway).

He didn't winch or flinch, only swore when a blade broke. Angerly threw the disposable ones across the room and set a blade into the reusable ones.

Comments

[nouskaiananki]

"The old Sith Empire had entire divisions devoted top blending Sith alchemy and sorcery with technology I'm told. Most of the knowledge is lost now." How much of that was too be mourned he didn't know.

His mouth pulled a little into a smile but only a little. Good on Tech, really. "Not at the moment no. Do you need anything from me?"

[tech_nically]

The Sith. Not an unfamiliar term by now, but he's mostly heard about it dropped by the Jedi and whatever scant details could be gleaned from history files. It's not really much to go on, save that dealings with them never bode well for anyone.

"Then that does us little good," Tech says. Neither of them seem particularly versed in too much outside of the more technical aspect of things, although Tech would count the Force an advantage in Vader's favor. He had experience with the supernatural, with existing powers outside of what was harnessed in machinery.

The clone thinks a moment with the question perhaps unexpectedly turned back to him. "Recover," he says with a nod. "And if you are willing, if any new opportunity arises for us to gather relative information, allow me to accompany you."

[nouskaiananki]

"We know it's possible. If you hear the name Dr. Aphra, a girl with dark hair, first name Chelli tell her to meet with you and notify me right away. It is her point of study, which I fund." He doubted they would be so lucky.

"I will. On both accounts." It was an easy request to honor - the former something he would do anyway, the latter simply made sense.

[tech_nically]

"Noted," Tech says, nodding. That Vader knows someone studying such specifics is hardly surprising.

Not that he thought his request would be turned down, but it's still some odd relief to receive confirmation. His needs are simple, and ultimately boil down to wanting to be useful, though it is not something he has voiced, but to those who know clones, it's probably more than obvious. Out of his element if there's no war to be fought, nothing to be fixed. Keeping useful, busy doing the things he knows he can do has been his sole grounding point here and separate from his siblings.

He offers another nod. "Then, by your leave?" It's still so easy to fall into habit when in the presence of the former generals.

[nouskaiananki]

Given she's the one best trained to work on his suit? Probably not. That that someone specialized in ancient tech probably said much more.

Privately Vader was appalled by the cruelty of bringing in a single clone.

"You are dismissed, yes." It was comforting in a way, to fall into a familiar role. For both of them.