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The texts provided by the Sith were interesting reads. It was a way of looking at a biological system in a way he had never imagined. Adding the use of the force as well as advanced biochemical and medical techniques the possibility of creating an army of servants was real. He couldn’t put the texts down and even began accumulating notes on the possible beginning of his own version of spawn. Imagine creating creatures whose sole purpose was to serve and assist him and the Sith lord before him in endeavors including in his mind the gathering of information. As he studied the texts provided, he began to realize that he was sleeping less and so focused on the texts that he even began ignoring the basic interactions of the servants on the ship. He couldn’t put them aside. It was all to grand of an idea and the knowledge, oh the knowledge. These books and tomes were providing more information in a few days then he had gathered in the past few years. He couldn’t even fathom how to repay the Sith, she had tapped his most primal urge, an urge to learn and to know all the secrets that life had to offer, and in this case the creation of life. He knew what he had to do to repay the lady that had given him the gift of such knowledge. He had never considered something of this nature before, but it seemed the best way to continue to gain knowledge. Begrudgingly tearing himself away from the tomes he made an effort to be presentable, putting on his finest suit of clothes after bathing and making all the appropriate corrections to his hair. Taking his sword and strapping it at his waist he moved through the ship to the Sith’s room. Knocking he awaited permission to enter. Upon entering without any preamble, he knelt drawing his sword in one fluid motion. Presenting it to the Sith, no to Darth Nyrys, he looked up and said only seven words. “What would you have of me Master?”

"I'm proud of you." Those words, and the ones that came before it. There was a persuasion about them. The root of his heart stemmed and felt alive. Three was still bowed as the words loosened from her mouth, and an emotion he did not remember, overwhelmed him whole. He did not move, and would not dare to lift his head and meet the face of the woman who spoke them. He was, by the entire definition of the word, speechless. There was a sliver of jubilation and accomplishment that sprouted inside of him, and the inspired run of emotion made it difficult to swallow. He had no means to respond to her, and perhaps she knew this better than he did. He kept his face low nonetheless, still cradled in respect to the powerful woman, distracting himself from thinking he had to say something in return. In spite of how incapable he was when it came to expression, the touch of a compliment was a piece of euphoria, almost as splendid as battle was. "Thermodynamics? Heat and Cold. Movement and Stillness." Three continued to listen, sheathing his hidden bewilderment. There were things she spoke of, in which had never crossed his ears before. These were foreign concepts to him, but to her, they were measured phenomenons that she could control at her whim. Her intelligence was diametric to the crude drunkard slave-masters he was accustomed to, and her confidence was much more becoming because of it. There were moments he wished to question just what she meant; the feeding, the Jedi, the Force—but there was an apprehension and uneasiness that rattled loudly inside of his brain whenever the idea came to him. Anxiousness rotted him through, for he had no inclination of why he was here or who he was to be here in front of these strange folk. He would listen nevertheless, taking whatever she said at face value, and following instruction to avoid his assured demise as long as he could. There was a peculiar emanation that bled from her presence, and even that of her speech, one that he felt compelled to follow and not forced like the others. Time would tell where that lead him in this life, perhaps the secrets buried inside of his mind would be found after all. "...Master." the denomination came out as confirmation, and not question. Three wasn't even aware that he spoke the word out loud, yet he stood now, proudly.