The figure fully turned around, and what Revan found staring back at him wasn't the reanimated corpse.
It was an old man.
Alive, technically.
Swaying slightly in place, his head tilted at an angle that suggested his neck had given up on proper alignment a long time ago.
The lab coat hanging off his frame had lost any right to be called white a long time ago. His spine curved like a question mark, shoulders hunched so far forward it looked like his body had forgotten what standing straight felt like.
The man squinted at Revan through eyes that were simultaneously vacant and disturbingly sharp.
"Heuummm... the rotation already changed?" the old man rasped. "That was fast. Or did I lose track of time again?"
Without waiting for an answer, he scratched his jaw with dark-stained fingers and turned back toward his workstation.
Revan's trigger finger slowly uncurled.
'Huh? Rotation? What rotation?'
