Adrift.

Nowhere, nothing.

A thought alone moves through fog.

Senseless, moving and stationless.

A volt of electrical charge passes through, a movement occurs. A shift along side, and another charge explodes. More movement, a beating starts, growing faster. Images flash and then blackness. It comes again, another shock, causing the beat to become harder, faster, stronger. More movement, subtled and strange.

He opens his eyes, as the tube thrusts him out into the world. The metal platting upon the floor reverbs with the sound of his hit. The slime dripping off of him into a puddle. The brown hair was slightly longer than he would care for, but a haircut could correct that. He clenched the metal platting under his hand. He whispered out, "I live." He pulled himself up with the aid of the door.

One of the slave girls came running to his side. The touch was strange and familiar all at once. He looked at her through the vail of goo. It was one the twins. She smiled, pulling him close as if to protect him. With each passing moment, his strength was returning, the body responding to direction. He allowed her to take him to the shower where he found it already running. Something in his senses warned him.

As he reached out, he could sense Romax in the distance, working a terminal. No doubt, terminating any other imperfect and undesierable form. The darkness flowed through him like a river, thanks to the rage he had built up. He understood things better now. He felt the course of power through his own body growing. The girl lead him passed the full mirror, and he stopped. He leaned forward, seeing that it was himself once more.

There were preperations, the girl said. Events to clean him up and make ready for the new day.

He smiled darkly and nodded, thanking his pet.

Katerrina watched silently as the tube opened. She understood how Master Travanix was able to come back after getting a lightsaber strike in the heart. She watched the slime ooze onto the floor, watched as the girl helped her Master into the shower. Getting a new body was harder than she thought. This was the first time she'd seen a transfer, as there weren't cloning facilities on Ossus. It looked painful.

She closed her eyes, going into the Force. This time she knew the man getting slime washed off him was her Master. She felt the Darkness around him, stronger than it ever was. She could feel the strength return to his body, feel the muscles charge and energize. Soon he'd be as he was when she first walked into the Inn. Master of the Chainned Inn, Master of the Dark Tower, Master of the Force.

Katerrina kept tight control over herself as she walked towards him. Nothing showed on her face as she stood near him, no sign of the emotions inside her. She bowed slightly as she spoke.

"Good to see you back, Master."

Katerrina looked over her Master's new body. A very small smirk touched her mouth as the tunic pulled across his chest. The right body made all the difference to her eyes. She nodded at his words.

"Those were just scratches, Master. They healed in a day."

Of course the wounds had been much worse than scratches. The beating Master Travanix had given her would've killed a normal person.

"This is some facility. I thought technology like this died with the Emperor." Katerrina looked around the lab, then turned towards the shuttle. "I can see why you keep it a secret. Power like this, the ability to transfer essence. Incredible."

Her stormcloud eyes went blood red for a microsecond. The thought of all that power was intoxicating.

"I can't wait to learn, Master."