There had better have been a damn good reason for going to Korriban. He wasn't dense. A less hostile meeting place would have been his location of choice, some back-water moon of some back-water system where Karth could have swapped the goods on even grounds, but no, the only way he could even get information about Ruusan was by agreeing to go to wherever the first Sith buyer told him to go. Damnit, he would be owed bigtime for this.

Light began to intersperse with the murky depths of shadow and the man began to stir. Groaning lightly, he tried to inhale and found his lungs still filled with remnants of the toxin, causing his chest to heave as he coughed violently, though there was no covering his mouth due to the restraints. Have fun wiping the spittle off your goggles, anyone nearby. Once he managed to get a breath of clear air, his eyes squeezed tighter for a moment, then snapped open.

Growling lightly, he glared up towards the nearest individual. "Bah, you should have used a stronger dosage. Now you're in for it. I'll give you one chance to surrender." His eyes burned fierce as though ready for battle, and while he knew as well as they did that his words meant little, they would tell them something - he was going to be a defiant little bastard. "Bring those two Sith brats down, I've got a complaint about the hospitality here."

"Come on you cowards, get it over with or unstrap me so I can do it myself." His words were tough, but it was more bark than bite. It wasn't rage that was causing him to speak such words, but shere self preservation mixed in with a bit of frustration.

"Your brian most be the size of a jawa, your joke sucked which ends the offer closed, your demoted back to lab rat, your big mouth is your own undoing" he snarled, no one talk to him like that. "I think you need to be tutored a harsh lessen smuggler" he hissed. TeRin did give a warning, for Karth to pick his words wisely, he just failed miserablely.

TeRin swiftly swung his saber up, bringing it down directly to the smuggler's left knee, disconnecting his leg with one clean slice, a sly grin appeared on TeRin's expression...

His teeth gritted together and he closed his eyes once again, groaning lightly. "Sorry I'm not living up to your expectations." He grumbled, his tone a bit sarcastic while he opened an eye partway to look up at the Sith before closing it again. "Figured someone like you would respect a man capable of thinking for himself, operating outside the general scope of things. I'm no clone modified to follow orders and talk pretty, but I'm the one who can keep his damn head and find solutions a brainwashed soldier would never think of." Keeping his head under stress - that much was clear by how long he could keep his mind sharp, and his wit, even under the torture of the Sith. "You want someone who can get the jobs done, you let me know. You want someone who's good standing around giving you yes sirs and no sirs, talk to Berg. He needs some real world experience anyways." The smuggler laid out a rather pursuasive argument. He did have the skills and the experience, he had his own ship, he even acted the part of a back-planet hick in his mannerisms, but those same mannerisms seemed ingrained into his very being. If the Sith wanted all the benefits, he might have to put up with someone who would follow the orders, just not the pomp and circumsntance that came with being given them.

"Your not going to remember any of this, all you will recall, is receiving your said price for the artifacts, Breg escorting you back to your ship, you felt tired and went for a nap ".. was TeRin's last words to Karth, befor he was rendered totaly unconcious the dose taking its affects.

The scientists now started their work, a tracking device implanted in Karth's upper right shoulder blade, the scar of the procedure, removed. Scientist two reconnected a new leg for Karth, scars removed too, while scientist three, used a small scanning device, pressed it firmly down on Karth's forehead, removed the memory of Karth being in the lab 6, and implanted a fake memory, all Karth would be able to recall is what TeRin told him last..

Eight hours later, Karth would find himself strapped into the pilot seat of his ship.. a voice belowing at him, through opened communication..

~Pilot of The Solus Verde, you have clearance to leave~

"Shame I won't remember all this." he grumbled as the sedatives were increased to the level that would cause his vision to begin to blur and his mind to start to fog up. "I'm going to miss that charming attitude of yours." Ah yes, one last little quip, loaded with sarcasm, before he fell unconscious.

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Upon waking, he found himself rather uncomfortable in the chair. The voice blared in his head like a loud noise the morning after he drank too much Mandalorian wine, and he had an innate unexplicable feeling of wanting to cave someone's face in with his fist...oh, that's right, Breg. That was the one...or had he met with the Sith prince? He couldn't quite remember, save for the words of what he would remember - quite contradictory, so he decided not to focus on it. The throbbing in his head was bad enough without thinking of it. The problem with erasing one's memory with a device, or even through the force, was that it was a rather unprecise science, more or less ripping the memory out forcibly, and even then, in some cases the brain showed a remarkable ability to heal itself. Of course, in such situations Jedi assistance would speed the process greatly, but Karth wasn't one to get too comfortable around force users of any type. The tracking device would also pose a threat of being discovered, since such a device obviously would be emitting a signal. If a scanner were calibrated to simply scan on all frequencies and wave lengths, such a signal might be picked up. Again, fortunate for Korriban that Karth was a bit of a space hermit.

"Master, we do have clearance to leave. If you wish, I could take us into orbit."

What the hell was a strange protocol droid doing on his ship, and where the hell was Vex anyways? Whirling around, the pilot spotted the droid seated at the navigation console. Oh no, he wasn't about to let some Sith programmed clanker sift through his com systems. Reaching out, he grabbed the droid by the back of the neck, despite cries of "Master, what are you doing?!" and with unpresedented strength for one just out of surgery, he slammed the droid's face into the console once. Twice. A third time, with the droid's optical receptors now hanging out of it's head. By the force, where the hell was the battle droid?

Unstrapping himself from his seat, Karth made his way back into the living section of the ship, a combination of the lounge and a kitchen. A bag on the table seemed to overflow with credit chips, but that was not what held his attention. Across the room the form of the battle droid stood, some seperatist relic it seemed. Strangly enough, it was hovering a foot off the ground...and were those droid fingers clamped around it's throat? The sound of metal crunching against metal sounded as whoever was on the far side of the droid headbutted it, and when the battle droid dropped, there Vex stood, his sand colored armor charred and even dented in a few places from what seemed to be an orbital insertion of sorts. It didn't matter what the droid had been up to, here he was now. "Vex, get the ship into hyperspace ASAP. Random jumps, just get us as far away from Korriban as possible. I've got to go lie down, my head's killing me." With that, the pilot made his way into the bunk room at the stern of the ship and fell into a fitful sleep.