Necros Stopping in his fun, Necros turned to see who had dared give him an order and wasn't his beloved master. "You... You, ah who are you?" Meshael, "Trueborn Arymea." "Oh, Trueborn is it? Well isn't that precious. This is a private matter of exploitation so if you..." Necros crossed the hall in the time to blink. His face inches from Arymea, slightly out of breath. 'It's been a while.' He studied her with his eyes, taking in her arsenal and body language. "Definitely has a Shardcarbine, threat genuine. Tired from raid, reaction slowed, exploitable. Impressive bone structure, must work out. Prefect specimen for stim tests... Note, start on stim formula trial runs." He said this out loud, forgetting to think to himself... Again. "Well Kabalite, I can promise the speci... I mean the scourge will live to fly again. But keep this in mine; Don't. Ever. Question. My methods!" With that he turned on the spot. His mind brimming with thoughts of surgery, combat stims, and bone structure.
-Knivives The incubus entered the lair of the haemonculus his left hand was on his belt and the wounds on his chest were evident. As he heard the scourges screams he stayed silent and could see there haemonculus talking to there trueborn. "Haemonculus after you are done fixing the scourge up I will need to be returned to a state where I can destroy the enemies of the Kabal." Knivives said while taking off his own left hand off his belt. "Can you also put my left hand back in a working order?" he asked
Necros Necros looked over the Incubus, slightly distracted by his own thoughts. Snorting in amusement and walked on with Meshael carrying Xileas in tow. "A simple enough matter. But first, go to the slave pens and pick out one or two. Dead or alive. And meet me in the basement. I'll be working with scratch but it should do." As they walked, Necros nocked on the walls. Until coming to a hollow sounding part and revealing a hidden compartment. Its contents appearing to have been pilfered. "Damn, third one I've checked. Guess my secret hiding spots weren't so secret. No matter." He next pushes a hidden switch inside the secret compartment. Revealing a Spare liquifier-gun, a medium sized monomolecular blade, and a spare tool kit. A dark Eldar equivalent to a first aid kit. 'I will need to go out into the field if my lab is to return to its former glory... Maybe some body armor is lying around here somewhere.' "Come minion and specimen no. 4! We have art to create!"
OOC: WHY DID NOBODY TELL ME AAH Xileas The Scourge shook her head wildly. "I'll do anything. Anything! If you'll just fix me! Fix me! Fix my wings! Please... I'd rather die than be turned into a monster by the procedure!" She looked to Necros completely desperate. "Don't... don't take that from me!"
Kormaily Stepped away from the group and back into the shadows, eager for the mad doctor to leave. He was glad there were other 'specimens' for him to experiment on.
Lecipant sighed aloud at Arymea's question, and the seemingly omnipresent arguing. She knew that the group was certainly not going straight out into the field after the fiasco that was the raid. To get that point across, she then wearily said "After the fiasco that was this raid, with three of the group in need of major medical attention by all rights I should have you executed for failing in that simple task..... Yet I still need all of you as a team if my plan is to succeed. And you did recover two more Raiders, even if they were in appalling condition." She took a breath and then said "To that end, I grant all of you sometime to rest until I have tailored my plans to fit in with the recent.... Changes in the team's roster, such as the Haemonculus." She hoped that she wouldn't have to shout at anyone for a decent amount of time, for her vocal chords were already strained from yelling at various underlings during the time the team was on their mission.
Kormaily Bowed and left the chamber before anything else could be said. He immediately went to his own chamber to drink and fix his own equipment. (OOC: I'll post more soon)
"The scourge was in charge, you should punish her." Arymea replied, crossing her arms on the fact that the Haemonculus would accompany them. Though it would give her a chance to dispose of him, should he be too... Unreliable in terms of loyalty.
Kormaily Finally cleaning his gear and making the necessary repairs he got a chance to drink his booze. He grabbed a bottle of his cheaper stuff, which wasn't saying much due to his poor quality of stock. He took the booze and headed down to the slave pits to meet their new 'friends'. He was hoping to find someone in this group that could potentially help him with his plans. (OOC: perfect chance for our new PC slave to jump in! Plus I'm curious what types of slaves we got)
Necros In the bowels of the Bleeding Edge Kabal basement, Necros was busy at work preparing for surgery. Flesh was easy enough to mend, hollow worm silk for sowing and fusing wounds shut quite permanently. A little embalming elixer for preserving necrotic cells and stimulant for encouraging cell growth. Finding the damaged nerves was the easy part, reconnecting them was the trick. "Meshael! Were are those replacement nerve endings? It been at least two minutes. Has the Incubus brought the spare parts yet?" Meshael was in the process of injecting a large piece of meat with a purple substance. He responded, "No master Necros, he has not yet arrived. But I have prepared the meat and I await further instruction... If I may ask, why am I filling this bloody meat with poison?" "To the Fall with him! How am I supposed to create with nothing to destroy?! As for the meat, that comes later." Necros had since suspended the scourge specimen designated Xileas or 4, and had placed a piece of wood between her teeth. Her screams were not yet required and it gave her something to do while immobilized. "My dear specimen, what I have in store for you is quite spectacular. Unfortunately your left wing will need to be harvested to repair the other, but that is only half of the good news. The next part is acquiring the materials for your new left wing! I'm sure you are familiar with the razorwing avians that infest the Dark City, so there are plenty of parts. However I think there is room for improvement! While you wait for the nerve endings to arrive and your minor injuries to heal, myself and my assistant will attempt to lure a number of razorwings to our roof and hopefully attract something bigger! If we fail I can have you back to your old boring self in no time. But if we succeed you will be fabulous and have powers you only dreamed of! Now the bad news. While I've been distracting you with my genius, in those tubes I've injected you with is a powerful stabilizing agent that will make my job much easier. Unfortunately this does take time to come into full effect and is very very VERY painful. Now good luck with that and try not to swallow your own tongue or I'll need to find another one of those too. Meshael, come!" With that Necros left the scourge to her suffering. 'I guess I could have waited for the incubus and done the stabilizing agent after, but where's the fun in that?' "Hahahahahahahaha!"
