Darth Nyiss waited several hours after the Dark Council agent entered the prison deck before continuing with her plans for the day. He couldn’t be allowed to discover what she was doing, at least not yet. Once she deemed enough time to have passed, she unlocked the prison deck elevator and descended once more, giving orders remotely for the Jedi Allanar to be brought to the cell were her equipment was presently stored. Equipment that would now need to be moved off the prison deck after she’d finished. She sighed then, the company of this newcomer was irksome. At the very least he might provide a distraction and an outlet for passion.

Walking through the winding corridors she quickly reached the room allocated and entered. She felt the desire to have the Kaminoan Tolun Fi watch again as she stepped inside, but unfortunately that would probably not be wise. He was now studying fragments of some of her older notes in an isolated area on the prison deck. Or at least thats what he was supposed to be doing, he’d proved uncooperative thus far. No, this time she’d work alone.

Allanar was already in the room when she arrived, and it wasn’t difficult to force him onto the operating table given the weakness that had apparently overcome him. She’d hoped, indeed expected more from him after the fight he’d put up when she captured him, but it seemed the experiment was taking a greater toll on him. She’d continue anyway, but even without the diagnostics her hope for total success with this trial was fading.

It seemed he did retain enough strength to remain awake for the moment, that was good. She looked down at him with an almost sympathetic expression and spoke reassuringly “Don’t worry, it will be over soon. You’ll be much better. Improved in every way. You’ll see.” A cheerful smile broke over her face for just a moment before she turned away to get started on the next phase of the experiment.

Darth Nyiss knew that for future subjects, she would have liked more of the Kaminoan’s research, so that perhaps she might even be able to strengthen the patient’s connection to the force. But that would have to wait. One step at a time. She walked gracefully over to one of the tables, picking up several tools, then depositing them beside the patient. From a tray, she picked up several small, round objects with a small needle in the middle. These she pressed into the patient at various points. When she had inserted the tenth and last, she pressed a small button on a remote, and within seconds, the patient’s DNA appeared over one of the computers, with it being measured from each of the sensors. With a quick command, she had the patient’s original DNA from last test pulled up beside it. The differences were miniscule, but they were there. Her process appeared to be working, for there were, so far, no signs of the body rejecting itself.

“Excellent, my little pet. You may yet survive the process.” She spoke sincerely with no hint of malice. The patient did not respond or react. Using the force, she tore the sensors out of his body, depositing them in the tray, where they would be sterilized by one of her droids. She would not have herself contaminated by contact with his impure blood.

Darth Nyiss then lifted up an empty injector, attaching it to a machine on one of the side tables. Inputting a long series of commands, she let it work. Even with the new genetic data from all over his body, it would take a while to sequenze out the right serum. Some twelve minutes later, the machine chirped, indicating that the serum was almost ready. “Just one more step…” she murmured, and channeled lightning straight at the injector and into the dark red serum within. Unlike most machines, this one had been built to withstand even Force Lightning. Expensive, but more than worth it.

She did not bother informing the patient when she would inject him. Instead, she simply pressed the injector against his skin, injecting a little here and a little there, spreading it fairly evenly throughout his body. Once the Injector was empty, she placed it to the side, and channeled lightning straight at his body for exactly thirteen seconds. He writhed from the energy his body was being subjected to, but not as vigorously as last time. Now all she would have to do is wait.

She was turning to leave when she heard a murmur of sound from the prisoner. She looked back for a moment and was surprised to see that he’d managed to turn his head to look at her. He spoke slowly and with obvious effort, but she could understand the words. “Why… are you… doing this?”

Darth Nyiss blinked in surprise at that, she thought it was obvious. “I’m making you… better. You’ll see.” Then she turned and left, leaving her droids to clean up and take the prisoner to the guards outside.