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10.12.2012 , 05:33 PM |
Rochester and Unidentified, taking place some time after the events of
Worst Day Ever.
Rough, calloused skin was pressed against his own and Rochester felt his heart skip a beat. For a moment he was back in the slums of Hutt space. The hand pushed hard against his chest, forcing him backwards. He moved to step and support his weight, but his legs did not respond. The braces that had been holding him upright failed and he collapsed to the floor.
Pain coursed through his back and forearms. In spite of his muscle's protest, Rochester rolled over and lifted himself. He had done press-ups many times and the position came easily to him. The tricky part would be getting his legs to move. He concentrated, feeling the metal and leather straps against his skin. A tremor passed through his right leg as he tried to move it, but that was all. Both limbs stayed limp. Sure that he could not continue, Rochester lowered himself to the floor and reached to remove the blindfold. The toe of a boot forced itself under his ribs. He was half-nudged, half-kicked onto his back.
Shaking, Rochester pulled and forced himself, finally crunching his stomach painfully as managed to sit. He had begun to fumble with the locks on his braces when the muzzle of a blaster was laid against his temple.
"Not with those."
The man grabbed Rochester by the wrist and dragged him across the floor. He bit back a whimper as his every joint screamed. Months of abuse, the assault and subsequent weeks of bedridden healing had left him waif thin and physically - if not also mentally - weak. His fingers were forcibly curled around a metal bar and the back of his patted in mock reassurance.
To give some context, after he was stabilized in the sort-of Imperial-run clinic in Hutt Space and fitted with rudimentary cybernetics, Rochester was transported to Dromund Kaas for further treatment, under orders from his mother. It was there that Imperial Intelligence intervened and outfitted him with superiour cybernetics and went about furthering the agent training he had received while a student in the unnamed military academy.
Rochester's spine was damaged in the assault and though he was not entirely paralyzed at the time the trauma and weeks spent immobile made it quite impossible for him to stand unaided. The previously mentioned cybernetics on his spine essentially act as a relay and support system for his spinal cord, so if it gets damaged for whatever reason his legs are made quite useless. I like to think it has pretty green lights running done the links when everything is working properly