The Frankenstein Monster... (Pytt/Vince)

[Sir Aaron]

Crumb sat on a cart holding several tools, his legs dangling over the side. He could see the events that had previously happen just a few hours ago playing in his mind, over and over again. He had run off to get help from Pytt, a friend of Vince's, knowing he was on Naboo. Pytt was good with droids and probably could have brought some kind of help, but by the time Crumb had returned, the dark jedi Vince was fighting had fled, and Vince was lying in a heap on the floor. Crumb picked up Vince's lightsaber and drug Vince out of the tavern, a very difficult task for the smaller creature.

Finally, he saved Vince from a truely terrible, fiery death. But he noticed his friend's right leg had been burnt terribly, his left leg burnt fairly bad, his left arm rendered useless from the blaster shot, his right arm barely attatched from the lightsaber attack, and his body almost crushed and gashed open in several spots from debris. Crumb truly wondered how Vince had cheated death this time... How had he been able to live through something so excrutiatingly painful and life threatening; the smoke had fille the building pretty quickly which could have easily killed him, had no the fire, falling debris, or his wounds.

Across the room, Pytt, a friend of Vince and Crumbs, a Quermian scientist, biologist, and droid expert. And right now, the Quermian was having to pu all three of his expertise together. Despite what Pytt said, Crumb knew all to well he was nervous. The life of Vince was on the line, and it was worth trying to save a friend, especially a life-long friend.

[Sir Aaron]

(Not sure if I should post for each character?)

Pytt's small head was constantly moving on his exceptionally long neck. He had five other medical robots designed by him, one a prototype, working with him. They were in his home in Mos Eiseley, not exactly the best place to carry out such a major operation, but he had to make due.

They knew that the body was no good any more, at least Vince's current body. They had to do something a bit extreme. Pytt had made some cyborg body parts a few times in the past, a mere leg or an arm, but this was on a totally new level. First they had to find the supplies that could houes Vince's vital organs, which they finally found a proper, durable container-like sac.

Finally, after many painstaking hours, the vital organs were removed and placed into the sac, and fortunately, for Pytt and Vince, Vince had enough blood left that they didn't have to provide an outsider's blood. Pytt chose a strong, protective alloy to make the body of the droid, duranium. It was lightweight, flexible, and strong, just what a Jedi would need. It was no problem for Pytt to create the droid body, next he brought over the lungs which fit perfect in the chest cavity, which was sealed shut, and finally, the last three organs...

Pytt moved up to Vince's face, taking one last look at his friend's face. A lone tear slid donw his small head and fell onto Vince's cheek. Pytt nodded the droids to come over and in a slow, painful process, one of Vince's eyes were removed and implanted into the droid body, the second eye followed in suit. But now came the most dangerous part of the whole thing... Transportation of the brain. They had only a few seconds, if that, to make the proper transfer.

Pytt silently side as he removed the scalp of his friend and then, with the help of the medic droids, began to remove parts of Vince's skull. A moment later, he finally removed the organ, with great care and brought it over to the droid body. he regretted having to do this, especially because it was a friend. If it was a stranger, he would have had no problem. As Pytt did a few final modifications, he shooed the medic droids off, telling them to dispose of the corpse.

Finally sealing the last part of the droid, all was set. Pytt cried silent tears, as he punished himself mentally. He knew he would regret doing this, he had just sealed Vince's fate. Vince would become an outcast, he would be unaccepted, possibly even by the Jedi. He may even lose his Jedi power. So Pytt reached into his jacket and withdrew Vince's weapon... His lightsaber. And placed it on the Jedi's new, alloy body.

"I'm sorry old friend..." Pytt turned towards Crumb and nodded grimly, letting the creature know the operation was a success, he hoped; then he silently exited the room, leaving the two alone, and waiting until morning to check on his friend. Pytt was sure he could find a bar to drink to forget, just for one night.

[Sir Aaron]

(Going to give a summary of generally what Vince is now)

Vince stirred, opening one eye, and then the other following in suit. His head spun, it felt like his insides were on fire. Fire? Suddenly, as if hit by a speeder, Vince came to total awareness and jumped up. He looked down, he was lying on a large, metal table. The table he lay on had scratch marks on the surface, as well as some areas stained with deep crimson splotches. Vince looked around, confused, had he survived the fire? Had he survived the fight? He placed his hands on his legs to push himself up.

But as Vince felt his legs, he didn't feel his legs. He knew they were there, but he felt nothing. Vince stood to his feet, and stumbled around a bit. His balance was temporarily thrown off. When he finally did walk, it was awkard. Bringing his hands to rub his temples, finally it occured what was wrong. Vince's hands... Weren't hands. They were, but they weren't his. They were a... Droid's?

Movement in a dark corner of the room caught Vince off guard and when he reached for his lightsaber it wasn't there. But he was relieved to see the form of Crumb, his Kowakian Monkey-Lizard come out holding his lightsaber in one hand and a mirror in the other. Crumb handed Vince the mirror and he brought it up to his face to view himself. But he didn't look at himself. He was looking at the reflection of something else... Something that wasn't human. A monster...

Vince crushed mirror letting the shards fall to the ground. He couldn't cry, he lacked the ability to. It made him feel less human. Crumb looked up at his friend and climbed up to rest on his friend's shoulder. Vince took the lightsaber and walked over to a table with a new robe made for Vince. This was an exact replica of his old, except this one came with a hood and was long enough that it concealed him totally. Vince gently slid his lightsaber into the pocket on the inside.

"Crumb" his voice sounded muffled, as if a hand was placed over his mouth when he talked, "I believe we have only enough time to thank Pytt before going, we need to see the Jedi Council... They won't be pleased I fear."