[IC] Rekhen's Holo Diary

[Sith Stûza]

02

He was covered in blood.

Adorned in a surgeons garb, his front completely coated over with the liquid of something unpleasant. A massive winged creature of ill, imperfect design on a surgical table two meters long. The corpse wobbled with every motion coming from the mans forearm. His head popped out from behind the wingman. Surprised.

"Huh, voice commands work."

The impromptu surgeon returned to his cleavers work. A small, half-shaped leg thrown to a container.

"Stop."

Something squishy was heard being pulled out, tossed into another container. Blood dripping on the table. His head once more peaking.

"Stop. Break. Cease. Stop. -Stop-. Halt."

The electronic proved his superior. He stuck a knife to the body, groaning in annoyance to the contraptions arcane qualities.

"Pause Recording? Pause Reco-."

The video paused, resuming to a cut of the apprentice as the front piece. He was in his simple black attire. The surgical coat on the floor, small streams of smoke rose from it. One of his sleeves bandaged alongside three fingers.

The corpse was on its back, showing the entirety of its open ribcage. Left wing and right leg removed.

"One, two, three.

I got the heart, took... Hours to do. During the removal the knife punctured its acid pouch. Near dislocated my shoulder getting my arm out on time."

He presented the digits. Unlikely he was to hold anything with his right hand for a while. Wincing with every movement. The scruffy looking man was still, his eyes to the floor, lips pursed. He wasn't happy.

"Won't have time to debone the Sithspawn. I'll need to rest... To heal. -Blast it-."

The man walked away from view. Followed by a buzz of a vibrosword.

"End Recording."

A blur of the apprentice was caught mid swing. The recording finishes.