Corruption and Change

[Kane]

Dark Star entered at that point, looking about at the mess and blood all over everything.

"No, no. This won't do at all! The floor is filthy! You three, get mops and whatnot. I want this floor to be clean for our surgeon!" The assistants quickly complied, leaving the admiral on the floor to bleed and lay in agony. The C'Tan entered a moment, latter, making a little clucking noise of distaste.

#This one will require a lot of work to fix... Why do you allow your underlings to do such things?#

#Simple... It proves the Enlightenment much more effective...# Dark Star grinned from behind his helm, and stepped over to the sobbing ex-admiral.

"Hush now, Harrison... I'm not going to hurt you..." Dark Stars voice was silky smooth, like a silken glove. Under it, however, was that hint of the mailed fist, powerful and cold.

"In fact, I'm going to help you. I'm going to take all this pain away... I'm going to show you a world, my own dream..." The assistants had entered at this point, and were clearing away the mess. The C'Tan alien, meanwhile, was working at a little control panel, a humming growing from the walls of the room. With the majority of the mess cleaned, the assistants pulled away. Dark Star knelt, and picked Harrison up in his arms. The impression of a twisted mockery of a benevolent smile ghosted on the helm, unfeeling orange glowing sensors for eyes looking down at the broken man.

"A world without greed, or poverty, or sickness, without war... An impossibility, right? Oh, how wrong you are... We have ways to ensure this, and soon you'll know them yourself..." He carried Harrison to the center of the room, and let go. He floated there, seemingly unsupported. But the C'Tan gravity generator kept him in place. Reaching over deftly, the Surgeon used his telepathy to shut off Harrison's pained nerves. He could look about and move slightly, but there was no more pain. A large variety of medical tools descended from the ceiling and Harrison's restraints pulled away, slipping off his arms. The floating alien used a number of tentacles and pulled a bewildering array of tools down to begin its work.

"This is something we call Enlightenment... You'll find out why soon enough, my Slayer."

Harrison struggled a bit, and spoke faintly. "Not... yours..."

"Oh, you were mine the moment you made it for the rendezvous, Slayer. You just never realized it until now..." Dark Stars infamous grin seemed to ghost over the helm again, burning itself into Harrison's vision as the Surgeon began repairing the body that belonged to the Phantom Empire. When it was done, the mind would become the Phantoms as well; another fallen to the skill of the C'Tan and the will of their vast empire.

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