Tahiri, the part of her that knew this was just a memory, turned and spared Karla a grateful smile, then resumed her pounding on the membrane.
She'd yelled herself hoarse by the time they lowered the membrane and came toward her -- Mezhan Kwaad, her memories would tell Karla was the name of the one with the markings and the eight-fingered hand of a Master shaper, and the other with her freshly-grafted Adept's hand was her apprentice, Nen Yim. But she wasn't exhausted yet, and Tahiri put up the best fight she could; half trained as she was at fourteen, she gave them a decent struggle for several minutes. She wasn't prepared to resist the neurotoxin that flooded her system from the sharp jab in the side of her neck, a swift movement from Mezhan Kwaad's Master's hand.
Then her muscles wouldn't cooperate any more, and Tahiri couldn't even scream as they dragged her to one side of the vivarium.
Something latched onto the back of her neck, like a mouth with sharp teeth that sank right into her brainstem, and she couldn't blink back the tears that welled up in her eyes.
Anakin! she tried to call out with her mind again, but the first wave of pain spread like fire through her body and she crumpled to the floor. This time, whether she wanted to or not, she did scream, and didn't stop for several hours.
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She'd yelled herself hoarse by the time they lowered the membrane and came toward her -- Mezhan Kwaad, her memories would tell Karla was the name of the one with the markings and the eight-fingered hand of a Master shaper, and the other with her freshly-grafted Adept's hand was her apprentice, Nen Yim. But she wasn't exhausted yet, and Tahiri put up the best fight she could; half trained as she was at fourteen, she gave them a decent struggle for several minutes. She wasn't prepared to resist the neurotoxin that flooded her system from the sharp jab in the side of her neck, a swift movement from Mezhan Kwaad's Master's hand.
Then her muscles wouldn't cooperate any more, and Tahiri couldn't even scream as they dragged her to one side of the vivarium.
Something latched onto the back of her neck, like a mouth with sharp teeth that sank right into her brainstem, and she couldn't blink back the tears that welled up in her eyes.
Anakin! she tried to call out with her mind again, but the first wave of pain spread like fire through her body and she crumpled to the floor. This time, whether she wanted to or not, she did scream, and didn't stop for several hours.