"Let me offer you a piece of advice. Show more deference to Sith who are both older and stronger than you."

Force choke.

"You will live longer."

Ten seconds or so later, Occlus lets Soph breathe again.

Vincoria does not interfere. 

Soph seems appropriately chastised, though she's having trouble forming words at the moment.

Occlus smiles pleasantly at her, then turns her attention to Vincoria.

"Tell me more of your efforts to reconstruct the Rakatan machine."

"I began by attempting to understand the results. After all, I have a functioning specimen of the results at hand: I do not have a functioning machine at hand."

(Soph wheezes in the background.)

"What have you determined? The flow of the Force has an interesting pattern of eddies around you."

"It appears that a significant portion of my natural Force potential has been re-routed, away from my concious control. Instead, that power regenerates and sustains my flesh."

"Hmmm." Occlus ponders a moment. "This will not be harmful." She sketches an arcane shape in the air and mutters something in the Sith language. Glowing lines coalesce around Vincoria, and sink into her skin. Occlus pulls out a datapad and makes of a note of their configuration.

"Yes, that does appear to be the case. I would like to see you cut off your hand again."

Sometimes Vincoria feels like she can't go an hour without losing a hand.

Nonetheless, she demonstrates.

Occlus makes the lines appear again, and observes with interest the way they twist around the missing hand, forming an outline that is swallowed by the new growth.

"Fascinating. What sensations do you experience during the regeneration?"

"Pain, of course. But aside from that - there is a definite movement of the Force through me as sensation and life returns." 

"Are you able to direct what remains of your capacity along the same channels during such times?"

"Yes, and doing so allows me to regenerate more quickly."

Occlus smiles.

"What is the worst injury you have sustained?"

"Lightsaber cut to the left side, as far as the spine."

"But not completely severed?"

"I am uncertain. It was not the best of conditions for nuanced observation."

"Promising, either way. This may be a fruitful avenue of investigation. What are your own plans, upon rejoining the Empire?"

"That will depend on what the Empire plans for me." 

"Your colony is too small and too out-of-the-way to be of any interest to the war effort. Aside from your immortality, you are far too weak to be an asset or threat in your own right."

"Then we will need to change that, won't we."

Occlus quirks an eyebrow.

"How do you propose to do that?"

"As of the last census, my colony has a population of close to ten thousand. Of that, perhaps half of them are fit for military service. If rearmed and resupplied by the Empire, I would be able to raise a full brigade of soldiers, all of whom would be personally loyal to me. That is something to begin with."

She shrugs. 

"As for myself... I would note that I am alive, while Darth Diabolus and all his other apprentices are dead. Attribute it to luck if you so desire."

"Luck, or simply being too hard to kill. I expect you will find it difficult to leverage the fact of your survival into weapons and equipment for so many."