Allanar Damarcus had once again been removed from his cell and brought to the prison chamber Darth Nyiss had set up with a small lab. Once again he was strapped to the table, to ensure he did not flail about and hurt himself while Nyiss conducted her ministrations. Nyiss stood at his feet, a tender look on her face. She really did care about the fate of Allanar. Some Sith researchers did not care for their subjects, allowing them to exist in a perpetual state of agony without second thought or casting aside their lives carelessly to prove things they already knew. Nyiss was not like that. If Allanar died, she would mourn his loss. In her own way and far from prying eyes, but she would nonetheless. If he did not appreciate what she had done for him, that would hurt too, even though she knew his life would be better for what she had done.

With a heavy sigh, she left her train of thought and walked to the table on which her instruments were laid out, picking up a small syringe filled with a drug that would wake him up and keep him awake. It was important that, for this stage, he be aware of all that was happening. She delicately inserted the syringe into his neck, and moments after the drug had been administered he awoke with a cry. For a moment he struggle against his bonds, but Nyiss placed a hand on his chest, extending a calming aura to him with the Force. “Shhh… Allanar. It will all be over soon. You will be better soon.” She spoke softly, as if to a child being reassured his illness was nothing to worry about.

Earlier, this was the step where she would start upon the torture. But now, that was in the past. Darth Nyiss did not want to create an enemy in the process of turning him. No, that would be beyond foolish. Instead, she picked up a second syringe, carefully injecting it into one of the larger veins in his arm. “This will ease your pain, lighten the burdens on your mind.” It had taken her months to work out even the base for that serum. Then several months more to ensure it would not interfere with any of the other serums. It was a very complex product, designed to subtly alter the chemistry of his brain, make certain emotions grow in strength, even as others were given less focus. She had tested it on scores of prisoners, imperial, criminal and republic alike. It had the same effect on every single one after the final tweaking. She smiled to herself. “You will soon feel its effects. Flow with them, young one. Embrace your emotions. Let them guide you, even as you guide them. You should not let your emotions rule you, but neither should you ignore them.” She watched him as the serum slowly took effect. There was, as always, no immediate difference. When she was sure nothing had gone wrong, she sent for a pair of troopers to take him back to his cell.