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Infirmaries.

Boba hates going into infirmaries, finding them to be unnecessary. Yet, when he is injured they fix him right back up, so Boba can't help but feel grateful. But why does it seem like this one is going to be the death of him?

Sitting in one of the cold plastic chairs in the waiting room, the young boy feels a deep pit in his stomach. He can't tell if it's nervousness that's building up because he hasn't been in for a check up since the Clone War started or because something bad might happen.

It must be the former.

The only sound that can be heard is a nurse clacking away on the computer. There was no one else, making it very ominous.

Amber eyes watched the boy. Pity filled her, though that emotion was quickly squashed.

He can't be older than eleven or twelve, she thought.

Boba fiddles with a loose string on his shirt, wary of the examination to come, not looking forward to the doctor examining him. He desperately wanted to go back to his home planet Kamino, but this check-up was mandatory. Why couldn't he go to the one there at home? He doesn't know.

"Teff Witar?"

The boy looked up to see a pretty blue Twi'lek nurse, her white dress hugging close to her body.

He rose up and simply smiled at her. Lovely amber eyes trailed his movements. The nurse smiled back and brought him to a decent sized room, filled with gadgets and gizmos.

"If you don't mind, please sit on the examination table, the doctor will be here shortly," she gave him another comforting smile and left the room, closing the door with a small click!

Sighing, Boba did as he was told, why am I feeling this way?

Minutes passed without the doctor appearing. His stomach continues to do backflips and goosebumps started to form, making him shiver.

It has to be the cold air in the room.

Thoughts and images of the war were brought to his attention after a long while of silence. He wished he had murdered the Jedi Master Mace Windu when he had the chance. No use of sulking now, is there?

He wonders briefly on the physician's personality and what this check up will entail.

Boba flopped quite dramatically on the bed, crossing his arms and glared at the spotted ceiling.

Well, this just sucks.

~S~

His head turned at the sound of the door opening and out came a middle-aged man wearing a white lab coat and circular glasses.

Boba mentally counted that it took thirty minutes for the doctor to arrive.

Thirty minutes that he could've used to create a plan for Windu's demise.

Glancing at his datapad, the man chuckled. Hmm, interesting.

"Teff Witar I presume?"

The boy in question nodded, sitting up on the bed, "that's me, and you are?"

"I'm Doctor Zaertis," he reached out to shake Boba's hand, "I apologize for taking so long, one of my other patients had trouble swallowing a pill," he gave a warm smile.

Huffing out a laugh, Boba waved away the doctor's apologies.

Zaertis quickly moved about, taking out his equipment, putting on his gloves and setting his datapad on the counter. He took out a syringe filling it with a light green liquid, placing it inside his coat pocket, an action that was missed on Boba's part. The man attempted to make small talk with his patient to calm his nerves, which had worked, at least, he believed it did.

Boba looked at the man in distrust. His instincts were flaring up and he quickly tried to come up with a plan of escape.

"Now then," Zaertis said after a moment of silence, "if you don't mind, please remove all your clothing save for your undergarments of course." He put on his stethoscope, rubbing his hands slowly.

Swallowing a shaky breath, Boba removed his clothes. First his shirt, revealing scars that have yet to heal, then his pants, revealing his dark blue swim briefs. He felt his cheeks redden in abashment, he hadn't had time to change from his swimwear, taking a swim just before he had to arrive here. Blood rushed to his neck and face but the doctor only chuckled and directed the boy to the bed.

Boba settled himself there, trying to get comfortable. He felt the man poke and prod, take blood samples, feel his heartbeat, and other rituals he must perform.

An hour later, Boba felt as if he had gone through rigorous training back at home. Strange, check-ups shouldn't feel this way, he wondered briefly if this was what his instincts were warning him about.

"Well, seems like you're quite healthy save for these scars…might I ask how you acquired them?" A simple raise of an eyebrow had Boba's mind reeling, should he tell him?

"Uh…self-defense class…" he muttered out a lie and hoped he came off as embarrassed rather than hiding the truth. Zaertis nodded slowly.

"I see," he hummed, "you seem to be healing in a remarkable way, I have never seen this happen before…"

Silently gulping, he felt strange vibes emitting from this man, his brown eyes searching the doctor's face. Doctor Zaertis had a kind face and warm brown eyes that reminded him of his father back when he was a child.

Heading to the cabinet, Doctor Zaertis rummaged around, pulling out a small orange bottle, taking out five purple pills.

"Here," he said, handing the boy the tablets, "take this, you will need it."

The elder turned around, making his way to the door.

"Wait! What is this for? I don't need anything," Boba protested, jumping off the bed.

Sighing, the older man filled a cup with water at a water station nearby and passed it over to his patient, "yes, you do, don't worry it's only temporary, I will be back soon. I need to grab my medicine documents." And with that, he turned and left, leaving Boba speechless and wary.

I shouldn't do this…I should take this.

Yet, Boba went against his better judgment and took the prescribed pills, swallowing them whole and in one gulp. Fishing for his clothes, he put them back on. Fixing the last button, he headed out the door, walking over to the lobby.

"Hello again," the blue Twi'lek smiled at him, to which Boba reciprocated the action.

Just as he was about to open his mouth to speak, his head started to spin. He lost his footing and hit his head on the corner of a table.

He heard a feminine gasp, "Mr. Witar!"

He blinked blurrily, black spots clouding his vision. A foggy blue color appeared, he briefly wondered if it was the Twi'lek but before he could give it a second thought, he blacked out. His mind shutting down.

The nurse peered over his body and shook him gently. Once she was certain he would not stir, she smirked. Seems like the doctor's poison worked.

Letting out a sigh, she stretched and brought out a stretcher, quickly making the work fit into the small time frame she was given. She strutted down the hallway with the stretcher in tow, she typed in the passcode to a restricted area, breezing down many doors and hallways before she stopped at a large rusted gray color door.

Entering, she saw Zaertis sitting on a chair, reading a datapad. Glancing about, she noticed the room was already prepped and ready for his subject.

"Zaetris," she purred, making the man glance in her direction, "here's your little toy you asked for," she wheeled the stretcher over to the man, "poor boy was knocked out the minute he came into my lobby," her face formed into a mocking frown. She turned her head to the unconscious boy, giving him a kiss on the cheek.

"Ah, Pe'la, you never disappoint," the man grinned, walking up to the woman. Smirking, she brought his face to hers, kissing him soundly.

Chuckling, Zaertis left her hold, "we have plenty of time for that after I'm finished with him."

Pouting, she sighed and rolled her eyes, "I suppose, don't take too long though," she spun on her heels, swaying her hips as she walked out, and shut the door that made a loud, crunching sound.

He faced the unconscious boy noticing he was going to wake soon.

My benefactor won't be displeased.

Zaertis hooked Boba with pins and needles, his mind joyfully dreaming of all the possible experiments he could induce on the young boy.

~S~

Blinking his blearing eyes, Boba tried to move his right hand, but found out that he was unable to. He tried moving his left hand and the same result happened. He attempted to move his legs but the same thing happened. With a startling thought, he came to only one conclusion.

He was strapped with no way out.

Instead of panicking, he closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths.

Alright, let's see what situation I seem to have landed in.

Reopening his eyes, he noticed that he was hooked up to many machines. What?

He shut his eyes in discomfort when he stared at a bright light that was hanging from his face, after a few moments he reopened his eyes, now trying to get a grasp of what room he was in. A cold gust of air flew by, making Boba shiver. That's when he realized he was naked, save for his swimwear.

This is humiliating, he thought. Groaning quietly, Boba wiggled, but with his body tightly strapped against the bed, he wasn't able to do much. Metal cuffs on his wrists and ankles. Tight leather straps for his arms and legs. He would not be getting out of this one.

The creak of a door opening is what made Boba's blood freeze. Oh no. He heard someone, a male by the sound of it, humming, the man surely knew how to hold a tune.

Moving his head to get a good look at the man who Boba was sure was his kidnapper, shock paralyzed his body. It was the doctor from before!

His jaw dropped, his eyes widened, his heart sped up.

No, no, no, no! This can't be happening! He desperately thought, my father warned me to always follow my instincts!

The doctor chuckled, "hello again, young Witar…or should I say Fett?" he pulled out the green syringe from earlier, making Boba's head feel dizzy at the memory.

"Look, I don't know what you want from me, but this is a mistake, I don't have anything valuable!"

Laughing Zaertis only replied, "on the contrary, you have everything that is valuable, my employer is paying good money for you."

Boba opens his mouth to retort but the elder man interrupts, "time for your operation. You will be my best subject yet," with a maniacal smile, he plunged the syringe into Boba's arm.

"Help!" Boba tried, gasping for air as the syringe's effect was starting to take place.

He continued to scream for help, but Zaertis only used a gag to quiet his pleas. Boba struggled desperately to break free of his bonds.

The doctor grabbed another syringe, sticking the needle into the boy's arm and letting the liquid mix with his blood.

Boba stopped his thrashing, though his breathing was still erratic. Soon his chest started to slow, his eyes struggled to keep open. It was a calming drug, Boba realized. He let out a weak chuckle and his head started to nod off.

Doctor Zaertis smirked at the scene, he put on a mask around his patient's face and faced a machine that was hooked to the mask. Turning it carefully, gas seeped through, making Boba lose unconsciousness.

Boba, powerless to fight any longer, felt his head become dizzy. Though he managed to take one good look at the man who was going to change his life.

Doctor Zaertis laughed, bringing a scalpel down on Boba's exposed chest, "don't worry, you'll be alright…you will be my masterpiece," he gave one last smirk to his victim before slicing open his chest.

Boba, unable to feel pain, lost unconsciousness, his mind filled with dark colors and sounds.

All you could hear outside the door was laughing, muttering, and machines whirring.

~S~

Late at night, when the moon is at its full peak, a dark, hooded man cackled, glancing at his datapads left and right, the only thing he felt was joy.

Which was weird.

Sith Lords didn't feel joy.

Sidious accepted a call on his private transmission where a man appeared and smirked slightly bowing.

"Sate Pestage."

"Sir, Clone Master Tef Shabiak from Arkanian Microtechnologies has arrived and is awaiting your orders."

"Good, good," Sidious drawled out from under his hood, yellow eyes flashed, "I am pleased with his astute speediness."

Sate Pestage tilted his head in agreement.

"Another thing, sir, the facilities on Centax-2 are ready to begin at full force also waiting for your instructions."

Everything is going according to plan.

A deep chuckle resonated from the hooded man, "excellent! I have received word from one of my…employees that a new suitable template for the clone army has just entered his reach and he will be delivered to the Coruscant System shortly."

On the holo transmission, Pestage's jaw dropped a slight fracture, "that's amazing news!"

"Yes, yes," Sidious waved him off, "just prepare everything when I arrive."

Sate bowed and the figure flickered slightly before the call was cut off.

Humming thoughtfully, Sidious commanded the Force to open the shades, and looked out from his office, watching speeders zoom by, with not a care in the world.

Fools. All of them.

While destruction was underway, beings were caring about the next time they could see a holovid.

They will see, he thought, they will be sorry.

My empire will come forth and rule the galaxy.

~S~

Water. That's all he could see when he first opened his eyes. As his vision started to clear he realized with a startled jerk that he was placed in a tube.

A bacta tank perhaps?

He looked down, seeing stitches on his chest. He presumed that the doctor had cut him open when he was unconscious.

Looking forward, he saw the blue Twi'lek putting away vials in crates. His blood. A disaster. A catastrophe. This was not going to end well. Who knew what the evil doctor was going to do.

He ended up being jolted around, causing his train of thought to cease. What's going on!

The creak of the tube moving had his heart rate spike up, this was not good. The tank was placed in a dark corner of what Boba believed to be a ship.

With a trembling sigh, he wondered if he could escape. Now would be a great time, the man was away.

But then there was this tank he was placed in. So there goes a dent in his planning. Still…he could always break the glass.

At least, he hoped so.

No matter, he will escape, after all, he is his father's son.