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Screaming...the things I recall, was that I was screaming. Almost the entire trip back to my world...to my precious sanctuary, I was screaming the entire way.
"Hold her still! She's gonna lose something if we don't keep her body together!"
Together....keep whom together? Me? My body...yes, I remember. The battle, the starship coming towards me. The feeling that embraced me as I...my face...what happened to it?
"Oh gods, her skin. It's breaking off again! Get more bacta here now! Get us down to the hanger, now!"
I...my face...someone tell me what's happened to my face! Can any of you hear me? I am your master, your ruler...Everything's dark...so cold...What's wrong with my skin! Why can't I feel it!
"This screaming! Can she even hear what we're saying to her? Knock her out so we can take her in peace, please!"
I remember...my flesh turned to stone...or became as stone, and began to break off of me...that ritual. Vereshin...and the sacrifice, Rosalin! They're the ones behind this! They must have done something to me during that ritual!
"It's cracking off again, The bacta's not taking! Get your gloves on, we gotta move her by hand!"
My flesh turned cold, my spirit turned cold...the cold...I can feel it now...it's seeping into me...freezing inside of my chest...it burns so much...make it stop...Make IT Stop!!!
"Someone get that medical droid to work faster! We Need that gurney Asap! You, Get more bacta on the wounds. I don't care if you don't think its working, we need to try something, dammit!"
Someone....anyone...please, touch me! Hold me! Hit me! Do something to me! I can't see...I can't feel...I can't feel anything...anything but the cold...force, all knowing and guiding...what have you done to me...I don't want to feel this any longer!
"Her face...the skin, it's...get her to the tank, now! She needs to be submerged now!"
This cold...I can't feel anything but the cold...where's the fire! My hatred...my anger...my sorrow...it's all becoming cold...I almost can't feel anything anymore...
"Get ready to lift her up in three...two...one...LIFT!"
GRRRRAAAHHHHH!!!! AHHHHHHHHHH!!!! IT HURTS!!! SOMEONE PLEASE, MAKE THE PAIN STOP!!!
"Load her into the tank! Her heart its...it's not responding, but she's still screaming! Get that tank filled now! She needs healing, before its too late!"
Someone....anyone...please...
"Don't leave me here...don't leave me alone...with the cold...please..."
The tank was filled, slowly, as Iosefka volfe, Dark Vicar of the Sith, and self-named Tantibus, was plunged into the healing liquid bacta. Her charred and black body thrashed within the water as the breathing tube was shove into her mouth and secured in place. Eyeless, sightless, and numb to the world, all she could do was scream, and scream, even as her body broke down, and left her screaming within herself.
The tank filled, and eventually, Iosefka stopped moving, floating in silence as the drugs finally wore her bodies resistance to its limit, and the flesh began to weave and mend, turning to brittle stone and breaking apart as it did, but every bit that didn't, growing back more and more as the vicar slept, and dreamed, and screamed in silence, where nobody could hear.
"Hold her still! She's gonna lose something if we don't keep her body together!"
Together....keep whom together? Me? My body...yes, I remember. The battle, the starship coming towards me. The feeling that embraced me as I...my face...what happened to it?
"Oh gods, her skin. It's breaking off again! Get more bacta here now! Get us down to the hanger, now!"
I...my face...someone tell me what's happened to my face! Can any of you hear me? I am your master, your ruler...Everything's dark...so cold...What's wrong with my skin! Why can't I feel it!
"This screaming! Can she even hear what we're saying to her? Knock her out so we can take her in peace, please!"
I remember...my flesh turned to stone...or became as stone, and began to break off of me...that ritual. Vereshin...and the sacrifice, Rosalin! They're the ones behind this! They must have done something to me during that ritual!
"It's cracking off again, The bacta's not taking! Get your gloves on, we gotta move her by hand!"
My flesh turned cold, my spirit turned cold...the cold...I can feel it now...it's seeping into me...freezing inside of my chest...it burns so much...make it stop...Make IT Stop!!!
"Someone get that medical droid to work faster! We Need that gurney Asap! You, Get more bacta on the wounds. I don't care if you don't think its working, we need to try something, dammit!"
Someone....anyone...please, touch me! Hold me! Hit me! Do something to me! I can't see...I can't feel...I can't feel anything...anything but the cold...force, all knowing and guiding...what have you done to me...I don't want to feel this any longer!
"Her face...the skin, it's...get her to the tank, now! She needs to be submerged now!"
This cold...I can't feel anything but the cold...where's the fire! My hatred...my anger...my sorrow...it's all becoming cold...I almost can't feel anything anymore...
"Get ready to lift her up in three...two...one...LIFT!"
GRRRRAAAHHHHH!!!! AHHHHHHHHHH!!!! IT HURTS!!! SOMEONE PLEASE, MAKE THE PAIN STOP!!!
"Load her into the tank! Her heart its...it's not responding, but she's still screaming! Get that tank filled now! She needs healing, before its too late!"
Someone....anyone...please...
"Don't leave me here...don't leave me alone...with the cold...please..."
The tank was filled, slowly, as Iosefka volfe, Dark Vicar of the Sith, and self-named Tantibus, was plunged into the healing liquid bacta. Her charred and black body thrashed within the water as the breathing tube was shove into her mouth and secured in place. Eyeless, sightless, and numb to the world, all she could do was scream, and scream, even as her body broke down, and left her screaming within herself.
The tank filled, and eventually, Iosefka stopped moving, floating in silence as the drugs finally wore her bodies resistance to its limit, and the flesh began to weave and mend, turning to brittle stone and breaking apart as it did, but every bit that didn't, growing back more and more as the vicar slept, and dreamed, and screamed in silence, where nobody could hear.