Kane
Mar 26th, 2004, 06:13:52 PM
Kane looked over his shoulder quickly to see what he had sensed behind him. Nothing more than a large rat poised on the shelf. He slowly turned back to the work table, his gloved hands resuming their previous surgery.
His hands moved along the internals, one hand holding a tool and the other guiding along the wires and synthetic muscles. He constantly checked the several data pads on the small table beside him. Their data was projected as holographic data and he followed them precisely using his force attuned perception. He occasionally used the force to assist in holding back parts or moving pieces where they would perfectly fit without human hands to guide them.
His force powers failed in their use of mental faculties against others and Kane had used them mostly to enhance himself with the rushing flood of power he could focus and call upon. Once being a rogue user of the lightside, he was now a warrior of the shadow, calling upon the frustrating anger and hatred of the darkside. So many things had been lost as he remembered the then and there. Isolated, alone, how perfect? And yet it had asked for the upcoming fate as his pessimistic mind now reviewed it.
The disease... the one that had stolen from Kane the primordial bacta fused with his circulatory system. It had granted him rejuvenation at an amazing rate and an agelessness he had taken advantage of. But now it was lost, being forced to remove his blood and the marrow of his bone and replace it synthetically at such a high price. It had put him out of commission for so very long.
The nightmares during that time... And to wake up to a new world? Anything he had laid claim to before waking up was no longer his own. He woke up in a reality that was not his own. His veins and arteries were now outlined scars that would never heal. His endless life now quite the opposite. Unaccepting of what life had done to him already and the new events that occured, Kane forsook that ideal life behind him and welcomed the darkside and its influence.
He had quickly realized after the first drastic blood drains and the amount of money spent that Kane would require life support if he were to continue. Kane got several other transfusions before the idea crept across his mind. The Vampyres. A race that like him constantly required blood. But his ways were not their's and he was not about to join their ranks either. But they were the blue print to his creation. The Unborn.
He sold the deed to his ship, wherever it had gone, and a few other of his belongings to get enough money to get the plans made and all the materials. He believed his own abilities in mechanics would be good enough to build it.
The Unborn was an exo-skin, designed for Kane's style of combat and to support him when he was inside. It had vampyric capabilities, built to extract blood from a victim within its grasp and transport it into Kane. It was efficient in most aspects in enhancing Kane physically but it had several drawbacks that Kane was afraid he would have to make up for as best as he could. Changing in and out of the suit required the Coffin he had designed and that took possibly too long if he was caught off guard. It had formidable weaponry but the lack of long range weapons depended on what Kane carried otherwise. It had a long power supply itself but it wasn't eternal, not that Kane expected to take it out very much.
One thing he desired more than his immortality was that most of the technology incorporated was from Sith architect files for these constructs. Kane followed the directions but to power them he required stones imbued with the darkside. Not easily come by and the only place he could figure were possible to find at no low price was Roon, home of the vampyres...
His hands moved along the internals, one hand holding a tool and the other guiding along the wires and synthetic muscles. He constantly checked the several data pads on the small table beside him. Their data was projected as holographic data and he followed them precisely using his force attuned perception. He occasionally used the force to assist in holding back parts or moving pieces where they would perfectly fit without human hands to guide them.
His force powers failed in their use of mental faculties against others and Kane had used them mostly to enhance himself with the rushing flood of power he could focus and call upon. Once being a rogue user of the lightside, he was now a warrior of the shadow, calling upon the frustrating anger and hatred of the darkside. So many things had been lost as he remembered the then and there. Isolated, alone, how perfect? And yet it had asked for the upcoming fate as his pessimistic mind now reviewed it.
The disease... the one that had stolen from Kane the primordial bacta fused with his circulatory system. It had granted him rejuvenation at an amazing rate and an agelessness he had taken advantage of. But now it was lost, being forced to remove his blood and the marrow of his bone and replace it synthetically at such a high price. It had put him out of commission for so very long.
The nightmares during that time... And to wake up to a new world? Anything he had laid claim to before waking up was no longer his own. He woke up in a reality that was not his own. His veins and arteries were now outlined scars that would never heal. His endless life now quite the opposite. Unaccepting of what life had done to him already and the new events that occured, Kane forsook that ideal life behind him and welcomed the darkside and its influence.
He had quickly realized after the first drastic blood drains and the amount of money spent that Kane would require life support if he were to continue. Kane got several other transfusions before the idea crept across his mind. The Vampyres. A race that like him constantly required blood. But his ways were not their's and he was not about to join their ranks either. But they were the blue print to his creation. The Unborn.
He sold the deed to his ship, wherever it had gone, and a few other of his belongings to get enough money to get the plans made and all the materials. He believed his own abilities in mechanics would be good enough to build it.
The Unborn was an exo-skin, designed for Kane's style of combat and to support him when he was inside. It had vampyric capabilities, built to extract blood from a victim within its grasp and transport it into Kane. It was efficient in most aspects in enhancing Kane physically but it had several drawbacks that Kane was afraid he would have to make up for as best as he could. Changing in and out of the suit required the Coffin he had designed and that took possibly too long if he was caught off guard. It had formidable weaponry but the lack of long range weapons depended on what Kane carried otherwise. It had a long power supply itself but it wasn't eternal, not that Kane expected to take it out very much.
One thing he desired more than his immortality was that most of the technology incorporated was from Sith architect files for these constructs. Kane followed the directions but to power them he required stones imbued with the darkside. Not easily come by and the only place he could figure were possible to find at no low price was Roon, home of the vampyres...