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HK117 stood outside the bars of her cell.
He watched her sleep for a moment before he thought he’d best get down to the business at hand and tapped on the bars lightly. Opening her eyes, she looked at the Trooper trying to gain clear vision and she realized this time, her odd friend was not alone.
“Imeica, it’s time,” he said softly unlocking the door that kept her from the outside world. He watched her stand up and the Trooper drew on something within himself that could merely be equated with empathy for her current situation. With all that he had going on in his own life, his own angst of cages and being caged compounded what he was feeling for this tiny woman.
She was but a mite of a human, but he knew that inside her housed a strength most would only hope to see an ounce of in themselves. He knew she could not see his face behind his helm, so he didn’t hide the obvious pain on his face at her fate.
Behind HK117 stood Dr. Kane, he looked not much different than what she remembered him. It had only been a few years. What was it again? Ten? Imeica giggled to herself softly, but enough to be heard by the two standing in her path and the two focused their attentions on her further than the burning stares they were already giving her. She saw Dr. Kane grimace a bit in what could only be assumed recognition as they turned to let her pass and escort her down the hall.
Dr. Kane whispered softly to her during their walk to the laboratory, “Imeica, you’ll be the first in this programming experiment. If it is a success, you will be quite famous, or at least … your records will.” Imeica jerked her head to him quickly, almost instantaneously knowing what was in store for her, even if she had no clue of the methods.
“You were a friend of my father’s, were you not?” Dr. Kane looked pained for a moment and placed his arm between her shoulder blades to escort her foward through the doors of the lab. “Yes, I was, he was a good man,” he murmured in her ear as he used his other hand to show her where she was to go.
The table, in the center of the room was metal, a bowl almost, the length of a medium sized person. Imeica grinned a bit, wondering what they did with the taller beings that inhabited their galaxy during programming. Probably laid them out right there on the floor.
HK117 caught her expression. “Imeica, you find this amusing?” “No sir,” she said between giggles that could only be taken for an effort to hide her fear. The Trooper put his hand in the crook of her arm and lightly nudged her to the table. Dr. Kane was waiting for them as she shuffled along frightened but attempting to hold onto whatever dignity she had left, as well as hide her memories away from what she knew would be the last of them.
The words bored into the mind of the armored figure, standing stoically in the corner of the recovery room. He listened to the young doctor give his report on the procedure, knowing full well that the people receiving the reports would never be fully satisfied. Complete memory erasure. Everything except autonomic nervous functions has been removed. The thought of that process horrified the trooper.
Not even remembering how to walk, or speak, much less being able to hunt.
It was worse than inhuman. It had crippled a woman. Destroyed a life for no reason other than financial gain.
Surely the Empire was above such petty abuses of power?
HK-117 shook his head slightly, as a few strands of black hair floated down inside his helmet, and irritated his nose beneath the mask of his Stormtrooper armor. With his carbine in hand, he looked like the perfect trooper, with his armor polished so brightly that you could see yourself in the surface of it, were you close enough. The senior office that listened to Dr Kane’s report on the procedure grinned sadistically at the news, almost cackling in glee at the reported success. His voice was smooth, and had a politicians undertones of “trust me.” “You have done well, Doctor Kane. We will be contacting you in the future if we require this procedure carried out again. You are dismissed.”
Dr Kane nodded, and made his way out of the recovery room, but not before casting a worried look at the comatose figure of a small, dark-skinned girl that lay asleep on one of the beds.
The officer looked at HK-117 now, his expression cold, as he issued his order. “Take the experiment subject to a secure location, execute her, and dispose of the body. Dr Kane is to be informed that there were complications during her recovery period, and she has died. At this time, his medical clearance for this facility will be revoked. You will take that news to him.”
HK-117 saluted as crisply as if he was on a parade ground, while internally he wished he was on a firing range, with his officer as the target.
“Yes sir” were the only words that crackled through his helmet modulation.