To those who read The Good Son, this is the interlude piece in chapter 6; officially edited, lengthened and continued.
Special thanks to Bella Skywalker, Cypher11, and Jedi Master Misty Sman-Esay for your lovely reviews!
Chapters lengthen after chapter 5.
Cold. That was the first thing he thought.
The second thing was, I have all four limbs! Yes!
The third thing was that he had to get the kriff out of the tank and hide his armor before the rebels barged in.
He raised his fist, momentarily taken aback by how small it was, and broke the plexiglass with one Force-enhanced punch.
He realized that he had miscalculated a split second before the liquid burst through the opening, slamming him to the durasteel floor. He groaned; at this rate, he'd destroy his new body before he put it to use. He examined the damage.
Several minor cuts and bruising; nothing broken though. It hurt. But this pain was just a dull throb compared to the agony he had endured for more than a decade.
Wincing, he pushed himself off the floor. He scanned the area. It didn't take him long to find what he was looking for; a hulking mass of black armor did tend to stand out in a white, sterile laboratory.
Limping on jelly legs, he headed for the ebony cage that contained his dying body. He located the last switch that would shut down his life support completely. Looking at the black mask, he observed it for a moment, noting the way it was sprawled on the ground, one mechanical arm outstretched.
It brought back memories of another place, one with fire and lava and that same hand grasping at a rocky crater.
BetrayalpaindeathIHATEYOUtraitortraitorTRAITOR- -
He hesitated, fingers hovering over the switch.
Then he changed his mind, reached over, and flicked the life support on.
As the machines whirred to life, he thought about his decision. His body wouldn't wake, as his mind was technically in this clone. The body itself would be little more than a brain-dead vegetable, destined to stay comatose for eternity.
But it could still be useful. In some way. He couldn't think of how, exactly, it wouldn't just be dead weight or a liability, but there had to be some way a giant, symbolic behemoth would be of use.
And selfish creature that he was, he couldn't add his own name to the list of victims he had killed.
Not just yet.
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