Oh great. Somewhere without sensors where they couldn't be found. This just <!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> had<!--EZCODE ITALIC END--> to be a darksider. She was probably going to slit his chest and gut him or probe him with some insanely painful mind techniques. Ah, the fun they would have.

<!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> "How long is this going to take? I don't have much time on my hands.."<!--EZCODE ITALIC END-->

(She almost laughed. He fit intelligence files to the letter.)

Traditional surgery and recuperative yechniques would take months... and then perhaps a year of subsequent surgery to fix that leg...

(She glared menacingly at both guards stepping for ID, and the hastily retreated.)

So you see, if you'd like to go to Coruscant for the finest care in the galaxy... I will return in 14 months with my buisness proposal

"Fourteen months?!"

He blurted out aloud and immeadiately regretted it as his jaw sent a nasty, nasty pain through his body. He gritted his teeth, leant back and closed his eyes.

<!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> "Damnit... that's too long..."<!--EZCODE ITALIC END-->

(To be the bearer of good news didn't come often for her. When it did, she savoured it, becoming excited as she shared a sense of joy with the reciever.)

Give me fourteen days.

(Inside the ship now, she brought Jamo to a table, and laid him down. She gave him a warm bowl of some hot liquid to wam him up, and almost instantly regretted it. The scent brought memories back of the soups previous owner and she sank against the wall, silent, and flsutered.)

He gratefully accepted the soup and slurped it down, sitting himself half up on the med table, propped up by his elbows. He looked down at his leg and noticed the serious deformation in the way it lay.

<!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> "I'm glad I'm still partly drunk... or else that would frelling knack."<!--EZCODE ITALIC END-->

The girl didn't seem to be too happy. At least she said she'd fix him quick.

<!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> "What's wrong, doll?"<!--EZCODE ITALIC END-->

(She let a smirk play across her face.)
(He called me doll...)
(She pushed against the wall and up, a sudden urge to go to sleep filling her as the alien genes receded and her strength drained.)

Shhh... don't worry about me, go to sleep, and I'm going to kiss you all better...

(She put her lips to his and discreetly slid a syringe into his neck.)

For a moment, his eyes stayed open. Then closed. Presumably he fell into the kiss.

Not likely. The needle in his neck packed enough punch to shut him up, not the kiss.

And so now he was out cold, how lovely.

(For the next three days Jamo lay on that cot and simply sleeped. He woke up but was down again in a few seconds, as the adadptive medical processor strapped to his upper arm read his vitals and injected proper amounts of sedative and protiens to keep him alive, but dorment. However, Montague had not slept in that time, and she wasn't asleep now. She went over to his moniter and decreased the sedative, adding a gradual drip of stimulant to wake him. Then, she stroked her villup awake.)
"Progress?"
(The face that greeted her was that of Chadd Fearsons, Emperor of the Rogue Empire.)
"The stage is set. Harrigan destroyed the Cathedral, and Fearsons has set a conference with the remaining high ranker in the Bothan Contingent. Harrigan will be on the roof for that event and will kill Fearsons."
(She smiled.)
"The Masquer?"
(The smile was returned.)
"Perfect replica, isn't it?"
"Take it off, we don't want any impromptu parades."
(The smile faded.)
"Are you all right? You look tired?"
"I'm fine."
"You should get some rest..."
"I'm fine god damnit!"
(The visage dissapeared and she turned to the waking Jamo.)

Stirring, stirring ... and yes he was awake. Jamo brought the back of his hand across his eyes and let out a pained yawn. He looked up at his rescuer and grinned.

"That was some kiss."

Trust him to remember small, insignificant, preferably forgotten details. He had a knack of being annoying like that.

"How am I looking? Much change?"

"Roguely handsome. And the fact that you can handle a grin shows that my work on your facial features is complete..."
(And boy is it ever!)
(Down...)
(She turned red a moment and stiffled a laugh before continuing.)
"I managed to repair your jaw, missing teeth, skull fracture, broken nose, and all the bruises and internal blooc clots. Your broken arm has been reset and is healing, your broken rib tarsonin alloy wrapped and growing to fit it's new casing."
(She looked down at his leg.)
"Your leg wasn't healing... in fact, it was preventing the healing of the rest of your body and traumatizing your brain. I... I had to amputate."