Wolf regained awareness to sound of screaming. 'who the hell is screaming, and why?', as soon as the thought crossed his mind the sensation of pure searing agony coursing through his body registered. 'Oh... I'm screaming.... holy fuck what did i wake up to!?!?', finally after several seconds the pain stopped, leaving his body aching with and occaisional muscle spasm. He took the opportunity to observe his surroundings. He first took in the room, and the people that were visible. The room was a mixture of sterile white with gray accents in diagonal patterns from floor to ceiling, with aurbesh writing next to a large gray blast door. As wolf stared at the writing, he noticed a distinct chill across his body causing him to look down at himself, or at least tried to. He was strapped down to a table with several droids armed with a bunch of tools he could even begine to guess at their usees. The second thing he noticed was the cause of the chill, 'why the hell am I naked... oh no.... please tell me these psychos aren't going to do anything like that....'. Just as he finished that thought, his attention was drawn to the side as a person came into his peripheral vision. It was a duros, dressed in some kind of medical/scientist uniform holding a data pad and speaking to a human that was dressed in the same outfit. "Injection was succsessful, subject 3476 seems to show no adverse reaction after the initial pain response. The other seven subjects did not survive the injection".
As soon as he heard that, a rush of memories of the last month flooded into him, being abducted from his villiage by a nightsister and sold to a shadowy figure that shot him with some kind of tranq dart. Then waking up in a cage on a ship to several other kids his age being shoved in with him. There had been twenty of them at the beggining, split equally at ten male and ten female. He was the only zabrak in the group, there were several twi'lek both male and female, a couple of male duros and the rest were human.
After what felt like days, they arrived at their destination. They were herded out of the ship into an enclosed hanger painted in a dull gray tone with orange safety markings around the deck and walls. His observasions were cut short when a solid object struck him in the back forcing him to stumble forward. A quick glance back revealed a snearing weequay holding a large blaster aimed at him. "Get moving", Wolf immediately turned back to the front and joined his fellow kidnapees. They were led down several hallways, and into a lift that started as soon as the last person stepped on. After several minutes the lift slowed then opened, revealing another group of people in white and yellow uniforms, and several more guards. "Excellent work, this batch looks promissing. Get them collared and sanitized, then take them to the holding cells". "At once director", a large devaronian male stepped forward and leered at the group of terrified kids, "follow me, you will do what you are told or we will dispose of you hehehe". Without waiting he turned around and started down the hallway at a brisk pace, forcing them to jog to keep up. Wolf snuck a look over his shoulder and saw the same weequay from before following them with an creepy grin plastered on his face. 'Oh shit, we are sooo fucked..... I have to figure out a way to escape, but how?' , after a several minutes the group emerged into a large room with several unusual protocoll droids and tables. The devaronian stepped to the side and pointed at a yellow line painted on the floor in the middle of the room, "line up on the yellow line, then strip". They had all started to line up when the second part of his command registered, causing them all to freeze and stare in confusion and fear. "NOW, I WONT REPEAT MYSELF", Wolf and the rest jumped then started trying to get the clothing off as quickly as possible. Unfortunately, one of the humans didnt seem to take the threat seriously and was taking his time. Wolf watched as the devaronian stepped forward while drawing a long metal rod from behind his waist, and with quick flick of a switch the rod lit up with arcing electricity. Before the human could even make a sound the stun baton pressed into his chest.
ZZZAAAPPP
The human flew back several feet with shrill scream, and lay motionless with smoke rising from his chest. At this point the rest of the kids were shaking in fear, none of them risked speeking out. After several seconds, the human groaned and slowly sat up revealing a severe burn on his chest. The devaronian looking down at him with a pleased smirk, "good... your are stronger than I thought you were, get in line. As for the rest of you, now you now the punishment if you fail to follow our instructions". He turned around and addressed the droids stabding by one of the tables, "once they are processed, we will be moving them to the holding cells".
Wolf watched the droids all grab a collar of the table and moved torwards the group, placing them around the terrified kids necks with a soft click in sets of five. Once all them had been forcefully reminded they were nothing but property now, the next humiliation began. The droids ha retreated to the tables, and returned with several boxy looking machines with hoses sticking out of them. Each of the machines were placed in front of five of the kids, before being turned on. A bright red light swept over them, then the hoses came to life spraying a foul smelling liquid on all of them.
Wolf flinched slightly as the solution ran down his body from head to toe, leaving a strange burning tingle in its wake and a strong smell of ozone in his nose. 'This is soo humiliating.... I just hope whaterver happens next I can survive.'
The sound of quiet sniffling brought him out of his thoughts, glancing to the side he was able to see all the humans hair had been disolved leaving them all as bald as him. 'So thats what that nasty smelling fluid was for.... at least I dont have hair...' , he reached up and felt his small horns still growing in on his head and let out a inaudible sigh. 'Thanfully it didnt damage my horns...all eight are still there... hopefully they dont saw them off...'
While the new test subjects came to grips with their new lot in life, the guards observed from the side in amusement. Most of them were either pirates or syndicate members before coming here, and had no qualms about harming innocents as long as the credits were good. Once the droids removed the machinesand the remaing fluid had drained into the floor, the guards got ready to move the newest batch of test subjects to the holding cells. "Allright, now that you have been sanitized and have collars, you are no longer people. You are test subjects, you have no rights and most of you, if not all will die. If you attempt to escape, the collars will send shocks through you, if you try to fight the researchers or us you will be shocked. Now line up single file and follow the droids".
With that announcment complete the group turned torwards the droid waiting by a blast door maked "Holding Cells" in aurbesh. They lined up quickly, lest they feel the pain of being shocked. Once they were lined up, the droid turned without a word and started through the door. They followed in silence, an aura of dispare hanging over the group. None of them knew what was going to happen next, but one thing was glaringly obvious. Whater happened next would suck, and they would be lucky to survive.
2 Days later
Wolf sat in his holding cell curled up in the fetal position pretending to be asleep, unkown to the guards, he had been using the few opportunities between experiments to meditate and slowly strengthen his connection to the Force. It had been difficult at first, due to having reincarnated here with only his knowledge from his previous life to fall back on. He had managed to calm himself enough to form a connection after a brutal series of experiments that involved being partially skinned then injected with who knows what. He had been dragged back to his cell and left with a single tube of nutrient paste, no medical treatment to stem the bleeding. He had expected to die after that, most of the others were gone. Some died to the strange injections, others to blood loss. The thought of giving up and dying made him sick, ' I refuse to give in... I will avenge all of us.... I have to survive'. That had become his mantra, and with it came a sudden rush of soothing energy flowing through his body. It was so sudden, that he lost concentration and the feeling stopped. 'What was that? It felt strange but the pain lessened by quite a bit...'. Taking a look at his arms and legs, he saw the bleeding had stopped. The missing chunks of skin were still there, the muscles exposed to the air but no longer bleeding.
Hope swelled in him along with excitment, 'finally, I have access to the force. Hehehe you assholes are so fucked now'. He recentered himself and resumed meditating, allowing the Force to move around and into his body.
On the other side of the facility, one of the scientists monitoring the subjects with the hidden cameras was closely monitoring his cell in particular, due to his bleeding suddenly stopping. "Interesting, it seems subject 3476 is showing signs of a slightly increased healing rate. I'll slot him in for the next series of injections with the remaining subjects tomorrow. We will see if it is just a fluke or if he might actually be a stable candidate for project CHIMERA".
Wolf was woken up with a jolt from the collar around his neck, he had fallen asleep while meditating. A low growl errupted from his gut startling him, "forgot to eat..." he paused as he reached for the tube of nutrient paste, his previously skinned arm was whole and healthy. "Huh... no sign of scarring", as he mumbled to himself in confusion the cell door slid open.
"Subject 3476 proceed to examination room five".
With a subdued sigh, he walk out of the cell and down the hallway torwards the medical/ research wing of the complex. After several minutes he arrived in front of a door mark with a 5 on it. The door slid open, revealing another sterile white room with a table in the middle. The table had restraints just like the one he woke up on, but the thing that made his pulse spike was the pool of blood on the floor around the table. 'Oh... oh shit.... this is bad...' .
As he was staring at the horrific sight, a droid walked in behind him.
"Subject will lie on table",
All he could do was nod and trust in the Force to protect him from what was going to happen next. Once he was on the table, the restraints locked in place, one around his forhead and two for each limb.
The droid walked over holding a vial filled with a solution that glowed in a strange mixture of iridescent blue and green, and injected it into his neck.
"Subject will be injected with CHIMERA strain. Subject will be observed."
His existence became agony, seconds felt like hours as the strange substance flowed through his veins and began changing him at the molecular level. Wolf clamped down with an iron will born from two lifetimes of torment and training, he refused to give in. Opening himself up the Force, he focused on keeping himself sane despite the pain. Gathering both the light and dark inside himself, he guided it along the path the serum was carving through his being.
While he was strapped down in agony, in another room behind one way transparasteel the director and his assistant were monitoring the process.
"You were right Dr Vell, subject 3476 was the one to have the highest chance of sucess. I thought we might have to send out the collection team for more subjects after the other four mutated"
Dr Vell smiled proudly while watching the procedure, "of course Director, while the loss of the other subjects was unfortunate, it allowed me to tweak the strain for the highest chance of sucess". After pausing for a moment he continued, "I wasnt entirely sure at the beginning, but once I discovered he had two hearts with a robust nervous system and denser blood vessals it became clear".
"Two hearts? I wasnt aware his species had multiple hearts..."
Dr Vell nodded excitedly " neither was I, so I reached out to a contact and made an inquiry. Apparently all the different variants of the species do, but the ones from Dathomir are unique. They are bred for combat, and they are used as slaves by the witches that live on the planet. We were very lucky that one them gave him up in a trade".
The Director quietly listened to Dr Vell while watching the zabrak writhe in agony on the table. "Let me know once the procedure is complete, if it is sucsessful we will begine phase 2". The Director turned and left, leaving Dr Vell alone in the observation room watching his life work become reality.