"Hrm, yes, why are we meeting in such a dingy room?!" Drakken inspected the walls as he walked in, dragging his finger along the surface and grimacing at the layer of dust he saw.
"Disgusting. SHEGO! CLE- oh. Anakin Skywalker, I- what happened to you?" Drakken picked up his arm, looking at him as his mind whirled.
Anakin glared at him. "I had a confrontation with Darth Vader," he said, "it did not go as smoothly as I would have hoped. Hey-" he barked. "Do you have any idea what you are doing with that?"
Anakin felt his irritation rising as Drakken hovered over him, supressing a wince every time a nerve circuit reconnected. This was why he always had droids work on him when he couldn't do the job himself...they never felt the need to make snide comments.
"Shego spoke of you, occasionally." he said. "She was fond of you, in her own fashion."
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"Disgusting. SHEGO! CLE- oh. Anakin Skywalker, I- what happened to you?" Drakken picked up his arm, looking at him as his mind whirled.
He grabbed a tool to meld it back on, and a mask.
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"I am a genius scientist! I think I can attach an arm." 'Hmph!'ing to himself, he begins to reattach Anakin's arm.
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"Shego spoke of you, occasionally." he said. "She was fond of you, in her own fashion."
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