Pride. Pain. Longing. The emotions drifted, their feelings coursing through the fabric of the mind. The memories flashed, a lifetime of pain. A lifetime of resilience.

Fire. Smoke. The march of soldiers, the deaths of thousands. They flew by in an instant. A heart torn by shrapnel, lungs choked with ash.

The lunge of burning plasma. The kick of a savage boot. The crashing of bone and sinew into duracrete.

Rebuilt, Reshaped, Resilient. And returning every time.

First Moff Arjoran's eye opened for the first time since Abafar, suspended in bacta, covered in a spider web of nodes and tubes. As he looked around, he beheld his "body", though it was generous to deem it such, as he was merely half a torso, an arm, and a head suspended in bacta.

"A marvel it is, that i am still going." He thought to himself. "But I will not waste my chances."

The medical droid, noticing the awakened patient, rolled itself to the bacta tank, giving a cheery look and pressing the console in front of it.

"This unit is pleased to see you have made a full recovery, First Moff." The droid said.

"In accordance with your wishes, and as gratitude for your resilience and service, We have prepared an upgraded Cybernetics suite for you as you make your return. I am sure you are quite eager to resume your work, so I will not waste any more of your time." The droid eagerly began pressing several buttons on the console, which began detaching nodes and draining the tank.

As the tank raised and drained, the lid detached with a hiss as steam poured into the lab. Tubes unlatched with their own serpentine symphony to match. A mechanical arm lowered a bright-red optical implant and firmly set it into Arjoran's left eye socket, twisting it with a click. The optical implant shimmered before glowing bright red.

Another mechanical arm slid a durasteel jawplate into place, clamping it up into Arjoran's lower face. Another, larger arm lowered durasteel over his Bionic heart and lungs before clamping in the rest of his torso.

The machine then raised Arjoran from the tank, moving him over a pair of durasteel legs, dropping him on top. The connections on the cybernetics hissed as they clamped into place.

A final arm brought forth a cybernetic forearm, covered in various modules and systems. It seemed much more advanced than his previous systems. The modules lit up as the arm locked into place. As the machine offered the Moff his uniform, the medical droid approached.

"You will find that your new cybernetics will allow you a bit more...survivability if you find yourself in danger again. We have also given you more defensive countermeasures. The Optical implant has been modified to produce a laser, and you will find the Arm has tools for every situation, sir."

Arjoran put his hat on, fixed the collar on his uniform and straightened out his cape.

"Very Good." Arjoran's voiced rasped back, clearer, with less interference, yet somehow more dreadful than before.

"For the Empire!" The Medical Droid cheered.

"For the Empire." The moff replied, marching off with heavy metallic stomps.