the_starkiller: (Galen | Beaten Up & Dirty)
Ten Injuries You've Had

1. Fought Rahm Kota - burns to legs and feet from space station re-entry
2. Fought Kazdan Paratus - electrical burns on arms
3. Fought Shaak Ti - ribs broken by Sarlaac tentacles
4. Attacked by Darth Vader - impaled by lightsaber, slammed against starship bulkheads
5. Thrown out of a Star Destroyer by Darth Vader - vacuum exposure, hypothermia
6. Fought Maris Brood - lightsaber slash to midsection
7. Force-pulled a Star Destroyer - exhaustion
8. Thrown off a cliff by Darth Vader - concussion
9. Attacked by Emperor Palpatine - Force lightning burns and cuts from glass on back
10. Partially crushed under the wreck of my old starship - right arm and right leg replaced
the_starkiller: (Starkiller | Apprentice Costume)
The box shook as Starkiller slowly guided it across the training room. It didn't weigh more than a few dozen kilograms, but he found himself straining with the effort of simply keeping it off the ground and moving. It was ridiculous. Months had passed since he'd awoken on the medlab table, once more saved from death by the will of a Sith Lord intent on using him and his strength for evil deeds. Months since he'd had to begin getting used to the mechanical right arm and leg that had replaced his ruined limbs.

The Force didn't reside in his hand, and yet when Starkiller tried to focus through gestures with his artificial arm, the result was a weak echo of his former ability. With his left hand, it was as though nothing had changed. His Master had punished him time and again for such weakness, and Starkiller had improved, but he was far from the warrior he had been.

Finally, the box crashed to the floor. Before Starkiller could curse himself, he was slammed to the floor, onto his knees with the Force. The double doors to the training room hissed open and his Master, the Emperor Palpatine entered. "Starkiller, you continue to disappoint me. You will need to do far better if you wish to take a true place at my side."

Starkiller bowed his head. "I am sorry, my Master."

The Emperor circled near, and Starkiller's flesh chilled. "I care nothing for your apologies, only for your usefulness. Which brings me to your first assignment as my operative."

"What is your bidding, my Master?"

"You are to pilot a cloaked Sith Interceptor to the planet Correllia. There you will rendezvous with one of the Emperor's Hands on a mission I wish completed immediately. Thus, you and the Hand both have orders to assassinate the same individual, to see who will prevail. You will fulfill my wishes or both of you will perish."

"Yes, my Master."

Palpatine was gone a moment later, and with one last hateful look at the box on the floor, Starkiller left, boarding the Sith Interceptor and heading toward Correllia.

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