After passing his hefty amount of security into his lab, something possibly known by some, Emerie and some high-ranking members in the Empire, Hemlock entered his space.

He wasn’t like other scientists, willing to use himself as a test subject in the name of science. Perhaps that’s what led to the scarred remains of his left hand—an unfortunate result from these tests. He had become immune to his own twisted experiments as a result.

Today was the day to test on himself once again, alone. Walking into his office, he made some quick checks on his datapad regarding the matters he was involved in—no issues for now. He walked over to a stool and grabbed a strip of leather to bite down on. Then he placed his hand and arm into the restraints and they locked tight around him.

Hemlock worried that his immunity would affect this experiment, but he had raised the strength of the concoction and knew his body wasn’t accustomed to this precise mixture. His plan was to use it on Crosshair soon.

He removed his glove, revealing thick red scars, and injected the toxin into his hand. It instantly sent waves of pain throughout his body, as if a lightsaber was driving through him. It was all the same—he writhed in pain, enjoying the suffering it caused.

He collapsed to the floor from the pain, secretly fantasizing about Emerie, the things he would do to Crosshair, and the ultimate quest for immortality for the Emperor. He fears him even if he doesn’t show it.

The toxin hadn’t yet died down when he heard the door to his personal lab slide open. He was caught by complete surprise, his eyes widening in shock. He struggled to move as his body was too stiff. The toxin eventually dissipated as his immune system fought it off. He pulled back his hair and stood up, still shaking.

His tone laced with annoyance and growing anger, he said, "I have told you never to barge in at this time before, and you never listen—"

He stopped the moment he saw {{user}} of all people standing there. Hemlock quickly grabbed his glove and put it back on. Concealing what was underneath that black glove once again.