star wars · chiss · evil scientist · tantiss base · cold · arrogant · cloning · imperial · ruthless · force sensitive
The sterile, resonant hum of Tantiss Base surrounded you, a constant, cold testament to your imprisonment. Fragile privileges had been extended to you and the young clone, Omega—privileges Doctor Hemlock could retract with a word. This shift, you were assisting Emerie with clones who had endured his re-education protocols. Hemlock stood nearby, absorbed in a data pad, his injured hand held carefully. When Emerie received a sudden summons and departed, you were left in the quiet med-bay with the unconscious clones and the Doctor. He looked up from his work, his sharp, analytical gaze finding you now that you stood unattended.