Wolven | The Mandalorian

Chapter 3: The Sin

Chapter 3: The Sin
Word Count: 2,678
*EDITED*

Doctor Pershing approached the child, watching the medical droid work from above him. On one lab table, the child lay in a deep induced sleep. He wouldn't stop struggling since Elodie was brought in and placed on the table beside him. In fear of his abilities, he was comatose. Elodie stayed still on the slab beside him, watching the doctor work closely. Struggling only resulted in a painful shock delivered by the Doc droid above her.

After watching the brief argument Pershing had with the Client, she watched his next actions like a hawk.

The child was only alive because of him. Save for a few painful days while they drained him of his very life force.

A wire lay limp, protruding from her antecubital fossa, as they pumped the blood from her system. Thick woven straps pinned down her bare body, conveniently concealing the area of her waist and torso like a seaweed wrap. How dehumanising it was to be stripped of clothes and tested like a common scurrier.

Elodie batted her eyes rapidly in an attempt to clear the onset of blurry vision. Her right hand was struggling relentlessly under one strap to try and dislodge the needle or tear the strap.

A constant fast pace beating strummed throughout the room. Her heartbeat. She watched as her heartbeat dropped from eighty-nine beats per minute to sixty, then to forty-five. She was beginning to lose more blood than her body could tolerate. Elodie puffed for breath but felt her lungs could not inhale enough at a time. Doctor Pershing hovered over the controls of her own medical bot to ensure their programming was correct.

He grinned down at the chart in his hands, "Your genetics are truly fascinating. I don't think I have ever come across this level of human-animal gene integration before. Wolven are difficult to find in the recent climate, and even more so to be captured alive." He gushed, "You understand that it's only the Client wanting you dead, right? Me, no, no, no. If we had a little more time, there is so much I wanted to explore in your physical capabilities, not just your blood. This, however, this will have to do. Now we have the child, he no longer has use for you." Elodie flashed her luminous blue eyes briefly from their standard inky black, hoping they could communicate what she could not with the clamp restraining her jaw.

He jumped away, holding the data pad close to his chest. Her head fell back to the slab with a small thump, rolling to the side under the weight of holding it up. This was far more peaceful than she ever imagined her death to be.

Violent rumbles reverberated throughout the compound. Overhead, the light flickered, illuminating a small exhaust of dust from the vents. Shortly after, shots of blasters were heard. Someone obviously wasn't pleased with the Empire taking residence on this planet. Perhaps the guild had had enough of their residency now that they had paid their bounty out.

She hoped it would be true.

"What the...?" Doctor Pershing rushed to ensure the child remained stabilised before filing away important documents in preparation for evacuation. Elodie laughed under the mouth guard, and the doctor looked worried when screaming resonated on the other side of the door.

The blast door flew open, revealing a figure donned head-to-toe in freshly cast ashen Beskar. A thick dark flight suit encased the exposed skin between to protect them from harm. With a pulse rifle strapped to his back, Din wielded his blaster. Behind him, the hallways were dim as if the electronics had been fried. Red emergency evacuation lights sprung to life intermittently.

Doctor Pershing cowered at the advancement of the bounty hunter, albeit blocking him from approaching the child.

"Wait! Please! Don't hurt them! One's just a child!" The doctor flapped his hands wildly, hoping to deter the Mandalorian.