Jenali couldn't remember what had happened after the explosion. Only momentary glimpses of what she could see with he eyes seared violently. Unable to see she freaked grasping for someone, anyone or a voice. No one answered her though just droids and specialists in the background speaking in foreign tongue. Demanding to know what was happening and in her rage of the moment crushing several medical droids before the needle injection. Rendering her unconsciousness. As she lay there drifting away in deep sedation the Techno Union specialists administer her reconstruction. First bio mechanical legs attaching the nerve endings to circuitry for movement. Her eyes now manufactured a deep ocean blue, lazer etched with the makers mark. Lastly being a permanent breathing mask, with mesh having to be attached to the burnt lining of her trachea.

With the sedative wearing off Jenali's sight came online, several start up phases before suddenly vision. She could see varying components with sudden flashes being able to see thermal to electrical wiring. Shock would've come the lingering effects of the sedative prevented such a break down. Looking down as two droids were finishing the last touches. Touching at her face piece to help with her breathing. Trying to comprehend it all, exhaling a sigh the mask operating what it could with the motion. "I'm a freak."

Her father had been no where around, so much for the fatherly love of sticking around. Getting used to her new sight as her eyes took in the environment quickly but was proving more useful than their biological predecessors. Out of the corner of her eyes she sees the the droids she crushed earlier. Feeling them crush earlier as if they were pawns in her hand, taken back the unfathomable destruction she laid in too. Turning as a shadow came into view. A Skakoan feeling a vibe of authority coming from the being. "If your the one that put me back together I thank you, but what did you do to me exactly?"

Moros had remained to observe throughout the entire operation, claiming that such an extensive surgery required his supervision, both to ensure success and so that he could properly take notes of the process. In truth, he had sensed the force user the moment she was brought in and at the moment a force user who had not already been brainwashed by the Jedi had the potential to be an invaluable asset to him.

When she awoke he was there, waiting. His eyes were closed behind his thick metal breathing mask but he did not need sight to sense her come to consciousness, the sudden jolt in the Force was more than enough to alert him. He of course was masking his force signature, otherwise she would have already been overwhelmed by the dark side emanating from him, especially in her current state.

When she finally spoke his cold eyes opened behind his mask, and he turned his head to look at her. He already knew what the extensive cybernetic surgery looked like, he had been there the entire time after all. He paused before speaking, seeming to calculate his words before a brassy, metallic voice carried his words. “I kept you alive. Without extensive cybernetic enhancement you would be floating in a bacta tank for the rest of your short life.”

He caught her looking around and noticed the dejection she felt. Even if she could disguise her emotions, he was far too powerful in the force to be fooled by an amateur. “Your father left shortly after bringing you to us. I doubt he will return any time soon.”

"So it seems."Jenali didn't even mention her father, not in the slightest form but the Skakoan seemed to know her thoughts. A notion she didn't like but in her current state she wasn't in the mood or the health to argue with the being. Her eyes still examining the room about as she finally got used to the cybernetic sight, the sounds her mask would make though she'd never get used or so she thought. Waving away the droids so she could try her hand at walking. It had been easy enough though she'd have to get used to the new equilibrium. Walking around the small room for a few paces to test the feeling before sitting back down.

"Your in this for quite the profit from what I understand. Knowing who I am or rather used to be." Referencing her former life with the Black Sun, seeing now as she wouldn't be too much use to the organization. Having quite the amount of funds but nothing to live off of.

Her thoughts drifted though seeing the destroyed droids in the corner of the room, waiting to be scraped and re used for other parts. How did she do that exactly? It was as if she felt them in her hand before being sedated. Crushing them as if by force of will. She knew the Jedi could accomplish such feats but it was unbecoming of them to do so unless they were provoked. The notion had stuck in her head along with another. Knowing there was another group that used this particular power but couldn't finger who they were or if they even existed anymore.

"My apologies on the droids. I will compensate for the loss of materials." Looking at the Skakoan again, something didn't sit right. For good or bad she didn't know, a gut feeling she got from time to time. Exhaling a sigh or what could be assumed as one. "How did the ball up into scrap?" Probing at his account of what happened to them.

“Droids are replaceable. I wouldn't worry too much about their cost.” He said, noticeably dodging her question of what had happened to them. “And yes, the Techno Union does stand to gain a large amount of funds for your operation, but that isn't why I'm here.” He said, stepping over to a control panel for the room, pressing a button and locking the doors from the inside, a quick swipe over the panel darkening the windows until they were pitch black on both sides, effectively isolating the pair, the only witnesses to their conversation now were the medical droids that had been brought in to replace the destroyed ones.

“I know what you did to those Droids. To my knowledge the Jedi snatch up any force sensitives long before this age, and you are clearly not a Jedi. I doubt you even knew what you could do before now.” He walked over to the droids, his pace slow and measured, impossible to tell how far he was stepping due to the long robes covering most of his body and exosuit.
“Legally, the Techno Union must report and force sensitives to the Jedi Council and turn them over for their own safety.” He continued speaking, even while gloved hands deactivated the droids.

“The Jedi can offer you sanctuary, protection, the Black Sun will never find you should they change their minds about your usefulness. But it will be as much a prison as a safehouse. You will be no more free with the Jedi than you were under your father. I offer a different path. The path of freedom. A life ruled by no one but yourself. You will have to work for it, of course. Nothing comes without a price. I will train you, teach you in the ways passed down by my teacher, and his before him, for the last five hundred years. And one day you will have surpassed me in power and destroy me. And from that point on you will be free.”

Jenali didn't like the the wording of being to start, something seemed... off. She went along with it for the time being seeing that it couldn't get much worse. As the lights dimmed was when the concern started growing, switching her vision from normal to thermal watching him concerned on the approach. Now he was talking about the force... Yea yea she had seen and heard about the Jedi and their almighty force on an occasion or too but to think she was capable of such things seemed a bit far fetched. However there was merit in his wording, thinking back on all of the close calls it might not be all that far fetched as it seems. The more she recalled the more that she had this so called force flowing threw her.

"You know I cannot go to the Jedi." That much between them was obvious since she'd been a wanted criminal for the past four years, even with a two hundred thousand credit bounty on her head. She'd be locked in prison if the Jedi had intervened. She already knew on the Black Sun's stance, more than likely another hit would take her out. Just for the sake of politics.

Even with cybernetic sight she would given an intriguing look to Skakoan regardless. He had offered her freedom which she did have to point but ultimate freedom, a scared treasure. Staring at him and unsure how to answer. Taking a moment to think about the offer. The breathing threw the mask was a clear indication on what her response would be.

"I have no qualms about work and hell. I suffer from those aspects more so now. I welcome becoming stronger and to grow pass ordinary means. I will accept on one condition. I must ask a question" Knowing she was in no right to ask any question of him but Jenali had to know. "Why me?" If the Skakoan was so powerful and willing to teach her these way she wanted to know why, why her of all people. With no connections out of the Black Sun, she wouldn't be an ideal candidate for many things but ideal for this?

The Skakoan appeared to be looking her in the eyes, though behind the orange slits of his breathing mask it was hard to tell exactly. As if reading her mind again he responded to her thoughts. “Connections will not matter. You will have years to build a web of contacts throughout the Galaxy. My own resources will aid you in that. What matters is your power. Your ferocity. You may think you are broken, but I sense in you the potential for greatness.”