Shadowkill

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The heavy double doors whooshed open.

Two lines of techs came in, their white robes brushing about their silvaskin-sealed feet, a table rolling between them, young Veschant clamped naked on it.

Outputs flared at the workstations as the sensors on the other Dyslaera transmitted their reactions as they saw the boy for the first time: Except Tolmant. He didn’t seem to know what was happening.

Veschant’s eyes were closed. His chest rose and fell steadily. In the harsh light from the overhead, his bodyfur was sleek, glowing, and he was even a little pudgy, though Dyslaerors seldom acquired much bodyfat.

The techs bustled about, setting up an instrument tray, inserting tubes and electrodes about Veschant’s body, shaving patches of his fur, sealing sensors in place.

Protected by the remnants of the nincs-othran that the techs had tempered in him, using what they’d battered from Tolmant, nearly destroying him in the process, Rohant watched and wondered distantly why they hadn’t done all this preparation before they brought Veschant in.

The techs settled in at their stations, the operator stripped off his gloves, held out his silvaskin-sealed hand for the cutter.

“We will begin with the legs,” he said and made the first incision.

Veschant’s eyes snapped open and he screamed.

The clamps held him immobile and the operator continued slicing away the skin, baring muscle and sinew.

Savant 1 (speaking to notepad):

That veggie wasn’t quite the waste we thought he’d be. Tech Kadda’s notion for recycling him has paid off.

NOTE: enter commendation, arrange for a day at Black House as a reward. We have collected readings from the other Dyslaera, especially the older ones. It seems that the kin-bond of theirs grows stronger with age.

SUGGESTION: Acquire some cubs, see what happens if they are reared in isolation. Also, if possible, acquire gravid females and remove the infants as soon as they are viable.

Shadith In Shadows 3