Kamino

[Oblivion]

The kick sent him spiraling upwards to attention, eyes widening up and exclaiming, "Death! Ruin! Mayhem!," It did not take long for him to completly fall back to his normal state of conciousness, rather content to see him instead of the figures in his dreams.

 

"-Oh, it's just you," Armor woven mesh brushed gently against his eyes, as he finally began to wake up completly. Ears listened intently to his statement which never ceased to amaze the young man what words were spoken. Each time, he'd nod in accordance, knowing far well the older man's wealth of knowledge and experience was great and took it into highest consideration possible for him.

 

As the ending statement was made, the young man stood firm, a very reassuring voice proclaiming out to him, "It will be done. Don't worry, I will not fail you. Ever."

 

The two parted and he was left alone once again, making arbratery notes in the Book of Memories on what his Master spoken of. These were speeches he did not want to forget and wanted to pass on when it came his time to do so.

 

"Well," Tethyn thought to himself, "I guess I have some time before they arrive. Mine as well scope the area out more thoroughly," The city was quite intriguing and held his attention until he was notified upon the arrival of Falleen laborers imported from Naboo, including the site they were building on.

 

Much to his dismay, as he approached the area described, they had already begun making a temporary platform suspended by numerous pulleys and volleys that extended down into the work area. There, lifts of steel and other construction materials were lowered down onto this platform and began arranging the set pieces in the desired spots.

 

While the infrastructure was not a large deal, the inner workings of labotory equipment had to be scanned and checked through him. Cases upon case of vials, bottles, books, and hardware alike were screened through him carefully before examining all the herbs, toxians, plants, and other raw materials that would be used in future exersizes.

 

"Not good enough," He'd occassionally say, throwing back what damaged or flawed materials that were brought to his attention. There was no hesitation for Tethyn to knock whoever attended to carts onto the ground and be held down by the sole of his boot. "Serve your purpose or die, slave."

 

He had to act as a motivating drive to increase work capacity and help the whole process go smoothly with absolutely no room for error. His very presence was overpowering, swelling with the presence of the Dark Side that seemed to dilute whatever pheromones produced by them. Clearly, he'd have to try and counter the effects one way or another. For now, the overseeing of the lab assembly was more important.

 

Ahead of schedule, the entire main section of the facility was made, extending chambers that housed other vacant rooms for storage that did not require necessary attention were being made outside of the inner function. The Falleen working on the main project were then spread out to meet the rest of the needs, while Tethyn spared not another moment to re-evaluate everything twice before contacting Dagon through comm.

 

"Master," The young man would begin in a very smooth lingering tone of voice, "It has been done as you commanded. The main center is fully completed, while the other storage stations are near completion. Expect it to be done within the hour,"

 

Ending the communication link, he'd continue to look over the masses and cross his arms, carefully stretching his senses to make sure each adn every slave knew their place and was on task, working at full capacity without any breaks or furthur shift changes.

[Dagon]

::His concentration briefly broken by the sound of the comm unit, Dagon ceased fire to hear the apprentice's message. Holstering the smoking pistol, he walked over to the command sent a return message.::

 

See to your personal quarters then, apprentice, this will be our base of operations from here on in. I'll be overseeing the final installations concerning the lab equipment, so I will be arriving shortly.

 

::Finished with the comm unit, Dagon returned to the range, honing basic skills that would in time become as natural as breathing. Metal casings covered the floor, but Dagon was dedicated to perfecting his new craft. It would be several hours before he was finished with his first session.::

[Oblivion]

He was pleased to hear his Master's voice on the other end, nodding once again as the request was informed followed with a humble reply, "As you wish," Quickly afterwards, he'd begin letting go of the small comm link and relinquish it within the folds of his armor. Now, the fun part began.

 

Stomping down the ladder that let down to the main area of construction from the surface, one gloved hand stretched out and grasped the thick air in a clinched fist, "Listen up!," The young lad would shout, proceeding to release what dark energies that were fathomed by the intense thought of a deepened, yet refined anger, "All of you," He proceeded to call down a list of slaves at work, coaxing them with the Dark Side to stop their activies and draw closer to he.

 

"Bring the finest metals you can find and build a large circular dome on the outer structure of the main housing. I want it sharp, refined, not a single mark on any of my tools. Bring in the leftover lab equipment, books, everything you can find. Liven it up with some plants, too. Rouse the biggest forge on hand and set it square in the middle of the dome, surronded by a large pillar. I expect nothing less then perfection, if you itend to carry out your pathetic lives past tonight."

 

With that, he waved them off to begin the task given. The instructions were swiftly proceeded as authorized, the whole squad of laborers casting everything he had planned. A few skilled Falleen architects on hand took time from the main project to help plan the foundation and build it from the ground up.

 

After many hours of intense labor and refining, it was complete with few windows, the forge resembling almost like a large hearth taking up the central plane while all the other works were surronded with lab equipment that been alligned to his liking.

 

Tethyn had been strict about overseeing everything before giving the final signal of his arrival down onto the platforms once again to see the finished chambers of his. As requested, it was completly spotless, everything he imagined in proper order..- except for one thing.

 

Being an obsesssive compulsive freak for cleanliness, majorily due to John and Sirvani's tendency for cleanliness on Raxus Prime, everything had to be in perfect balance. One of the books had become slightly dislodged from the bookshelf. Realligning it, one random Falleen was taken up and forced to experience the awesome power that was the new forge. Smoke and flame lit up his corpse as bundles of ash arose up from the spot within seconds, funneling up out from a series of tubes that condensed the smoke and ash to settle in a private compartment to be collected at a later period of time.

 

"Ah," Wiping his hands clean, he'd pace around the new room with delight, "A true work of art, if I don't say myself,"

 

Realizing that construction was near the pinnacle of completion, he did not stay long in his new abode, walking back up the series of ladders that provided easy access up and down from construction just below the city and back up on the constructed metal surface.

 

"I wonder where that man is," Tethyn began to sigh under his breathe, "They should be lowering it any minute now. It'd be quite a shame for him to miss such an occassion."

Edited February 10, 2006 by Guest

[Dagon]

::Dagon at last came to the construction site of the new Sith lab, or at least the primary hub of it. As Dagon's influence grew, more students would train here, and they would have to build larger facilities, but for now, they were taken care of. Before overseeing the laboratory set up, Dagon headed toward the area set aside for the master's domain. He would set up the lab while the slaves constructed his personal quarters according to his orders.

 

His personal chamber was taken from an old design he had done on Dathomir for his old apprentice and lover Jsaza. Jsaza had been torn apart by uncontrollable Dark side energies, but the thought of her sparked inspiration and the closeness of her memory was undeniably bitter sweet. The main chamber was circular, and done in lavish black marble. The walls would in time be painted with images of epic archetypes given flesh, spaced between flickering torchlight. A hemispherical indentation in the floor and a bowl shaped formation of gold served as a pool and spa respectively, another holdover from his time with Jsaza, although it would also be useful for maintaining his fitness and relieving stress with some slaves. And of course water is a powerful conductor of spiritual energy. The bed was almost nest like in its shape, with an upper lip. Later on dark blue silks would complete it.

 

The openly visible second chamber was largely dominated by a personal forge and workshop for him to work away from the apprentices. A small collection of practical texts would occupy a shelf in this room, but nothing rare or powerful. A moonpool that would allow access to the ocean also was in this room.

 

A final chamber was constructed with a hidden entrance and powerful measures of security, including monofilament protection. This would be his personal library and alchemy storage, where he would keep his most valuable texts safe from destruction and apprentices. His orders made clear, he headed to the lab proper to set up his equipment.::

[Oblivion]

"Well, well, well," The familar footsteps of his plated boots clattering down the series of steps down towards where Dagon's own chamber had been worked on. The Falleen seemed none too short of themselves, making such busy work seem like it was nothing and done with such grace and precision. No wonder he picked them for the job.

 

"Seems you've been busy making alittle something yourself," Both hands were displayed on his hips as he bobbed his head up and down very genuinely while rocking back and forth on his heels, "Although, if it was me personally, I'd add a bit more plant fixtures, but that's just me."

 

Surely, by his tone of voice, he had been kidding. The hours were long and to instill his authority, the young man did not converse with the other workers and found the natives of Kamino a bit unfriendly towards his life choice. The best thing was his Master at the time to open up more to, although not expecting him to do the same.

 

"Real nice, though. I can't wait to see it all in one piece," Tethyn could not resist one more comment as he watched Dagon move about his area, fixing and adjusting things to his likings.

[Dagon]

I travel too much to deal with plants, alchemy is thirty percent lab work and seventy percent field work. Besides, eventually we'll need to convert some of the structure into plant growth centers anyway for some of the alchemy materials. Constant shipments could give away our position, so its better to grow supplies like that here. The more self sufficient we are, the better. The only unnavoidable imports I believe will be metals and slaves, along with unique essences for alchemy.

 

::While speaking, Dagon loaded and unloaded his pistols, twirling them at whirlwind speed. He braced himself against a wall as the complex was lowered into the water and became fully operational.::

[Oblivion]

"Another truth," He's calmly state, feeling the gradual lowering of the entire complex through his stance down into the ocean. His Master was a tad more used to such feelings, while Tethyn had some unease about keeping himself upright, especially while inside the protective casing of the suit. As they met the bed of the ocean, his body rocked back and forth one final time, before looking about.

 

"Huh, that was easy enough. I guess we're underwater," The young man didn't much care for the turbolent ocean waves, nor the fact they were thousands of feet below the artifical surface created by the city, but none the less, felt a sense of security in the facility. Besides, he already felt he'd spend a sufficent amount of time here anyways.

 

"I was inscribing more things into my Book of Memories while I waited," He'd state with a rather calm voice, speaking very proudly, "Got some ideas down on what I'd like to do, but still curious on how to start my few pages. Care to share any starting ideas that might prove worth while for an up-and-coming alchemist like myself?"

 

At the end, the young Sith gave a bit of a smirk, every way confident for the answer. Fully confident that he could perform whatever task he asked, as long as it meant furthuring his knowledge that much more..

[Dagon]

I'd start with an emergency suit in case there's a breach. All the weapons in the galaxy won't help you in these icy depths. After that I would suggest that you hit the forge for awhile making weapons, that way you'll have ready materials to learn how to alter weapons with alchemy. I have to gather some components elsewhere, so as I said work with the forge, and if you get a chance, research basic alchemical treatment of metal in the texts you brought. Remember, suit first, then weapons.

 

::Dagon took a vessel to the surface and boarded his ship, leaving atmosphere and jumping into hyperspace.::

[Oblivion]

Mimicing his pattern of speech, the young man bobbed his head up and down with in a hurried voice, "Suit before weapons, Suit before weapons, 'got it." Followed by a simple thumbs up motion.

 

"You got it. See you when you get back, as always. Take care," His arm stretched to tip the side of his head in a mock salute before walking off. The labotory seemed different, his ears feeling the depth changes as they had descended miles down on the rock bed of the ocean. He needed to get off for a bit, reallign his focus in order to reacclimate himself from the new environment.

 

Taking a transport vessel from the docking bay, the Sith resurfaced minutes later back into the main city. During his time scoping around upon landing in this foreign area, there seemed to be a shop that was even selling breathing suits for multiple species, humanoids included. It would not take him long to retrace his steps, having a very good photographic memory, to relocate and enter the store.

 

The Noghri slave wages weren't much, but whichever funds he seemed to elevate them of during his early, ill-tempered days on Raxus Prime was more then enough to cover for the simple suit required. From what the display and clerk seemed to say, it had an easy strap that could be worn over the lower portion of his face, covering around the ears and tied off in the back. The rest of the uniform looked more like his regular outfit, very formfitting and tight, which he was accostumed to that would resist such pressures of being underneath the water at such deep depths.

 

Exiting the shop with no casualities, despite his best intentions, Tethyn stowed the new parsil in an easy bag that was then carried with him back down to the labotory. Easily setting it down on one of the sofas that seemed to be spread across the wide area of his private occupance on the underwater lab, he stripped himself of the armor and hung it up on the wall racks.

 

"There we are," He'd exclaim, quite releaved as the final piece was hung, "Now onto the busy work."

 

Rubbing his hands vigorously and taking a deep breathe, he had to literally force himself to sit down and read. Which the activity wasn't as distracting before he learned about the Dark Side, now he felt distracted by its presence at time when doing acts that did not require hands on tasks or much physical effort.

 

Turning the pages and readjusting himself to a comfortable position, the information began to fly at him, taking in page for page of each description of the various starting fields of alchemy. The material was so enthralling that he seemed to consume book for book, laboring hours upon end on just reading new periodicals after another without rest..

[Dagon]

::Dagon landed on the surface of Kamino and took a vessel down to the secret labs. He entered his chambers and accessed his secret storeroom to place the excess components that he had collected, keeping enough on his person to finish his current project. Leaving the storeroom behind, Dagon entered his workshop and began to treat the wrist blades with the pariah component he had kept on him. In a short matter of time, the reflection of the thing in the chamber appeared on his blades. Satisfied with his work, Dagon donned the suit and went to check on his apprentice's progress.

 

He found the young man reading in his quarters, pondering the ancient texts of the masters. He watched Tethyn read for awhile, taking in the student's intensity, before interrupting. He knocked lightly on the apprentice's door frame to announce his presence.::

 

I have returned from my objective, and I see you have made progress. Beep my comm when you have made suitable samples. Oh, and an example for you, as to what a soul eater weapon looks like, it's like this.

 

::Dagon called in a slave and in one smooth motion buried his wrist blades into the man's chest. The wretched sounds of agony that followed were so bone wrenching that Dagon crushed the man's throat to silence him. With his soul wripped out of his body, the slave collapsed to the floor.::

 

See to it that it doesn't rot, apprentice. I'm going to take advantage of owning some of these slaves while you do your tasks. Make sure you have plenty of samples.

 

::Dagon left the chamber and headed to the slave quarters, picking out two slaves that interested him, he retired to his chambers with them. Removing the armor, he turned to them and took in everything that was soft and curvy and silky smooth about them. To amass such wonders and not enjoy them was a common failing among the Sith order, who only used their power to attain more power. Dagon treasured the bounties that he had achieved, and the enjoyment of these conquests relieved the pressure to attain new conquests. Such pressure led to foolish decisions and the downfalls of empires. Then the two Falleen "blossomed" for him, and the time for rational thought ended, and passion reigned as he and his companions became entwined in blue silk and each other.::

[Oblivion]

Lifting his pen up off from the book he was taking some notes on, curious eyes gazed upwards as his Master made entry back into the lab from his trip. An even smile stretched across his lips as he raised himself slowly off from the seat, bowing his head in the man's general direction,

 

"Glad to see you back.I gather your trip went well."

 

Upon folding his arms, no sooner from the greeting did he already begin to display what was mentioned before with soul capturing. A Falleen slave fell victim to Dagon's claw, the scream making his smile curl into a smirk, even after he was so violently silenced. The sound his lifeless body made upon the floor delighted his senses, knowing full well what transpired. The slave's soul was successful contained in the weapon that so killed him.

 

"My, my. So it seems to work with excellenctly to my eyes. I am impressed, as always."

 

The mentioning of his other tasks brought on a different trail of thought. Here, he had been studying for hours on end with little to show but notes. Alchemy was the extension of knowledge into a greater aspect of the physical realm that most would unagree by its ethics and form. It was time for him to try and begin such tasks that would later be used to become imbued by what he gathered from the ancient texts.

 

With the proper metals and materials on hand, Tethyn set to work quickly at setting his personal forge up and running. Fire blazed high as he began molding castings of a very familar weapon, the Sith Sword. He decided this particular model would be his first step, easy enough to make without wasting a ton of materials if the procedures were to fail during the transmutation processes.

 

Steel and iron were clad together, liquid molten poured into the casts he had so hammered out in the form of the Sith Sword. It wouldn't be long before several models were uplifted from the fiery furnance core and suspended by chains, engulfed still in that white hot flame and left to cool while their true shape took form.

 

After a significant time of cooling, Tethyn began to polish off each one, cutting the excess sheets of metal around the framework to sculpt the final product. Each sword was laid out onto a single table over some cloth, hands rubbing vigorously as he gazed upon all five of them.

 

"Superb, this is exactly what I need to start out with," His hands continued to rub together in excitement as he brought his notes and some books to lay on the opposite end of the table, opening some up to vital chapters before he begun starting his first imbuement process.

 

Ah, here it is. My first step into a larger world, as the saying goes.

[Dagon]

::After his indulgent night with the Falleen slaves Dagon awoke refreshed and ready to begin new projects. The two slaves had served him well and he rewarded them with his favour and relocated them to a seperate set of slave quarters. Dagon had learned long ago that slaves in the Sith order didn't last long unless specifically marked for survival, and he wanted to preserve their special talents. With the two slaves gone, Dagon brought up a design program on his personal computer and went to work on two new projects, the first being a revision of the "squid" suit and the second being a new smaller ship that could operate both in space and underwater. His fingers flashed over the keyboard and the other input devices, laying out the framework for the ship and its systems.::

 

Perhaps it would be better to use a biological construct rather than the standard metal. With the proper resources I can grow everything I need here, or maybe make it a hybrid, using biological components for underwater travel and mechanical for space travel.

 

::Dagon placed an order for the materials that was transmitted topside, and began to work on some samples in the laboratory while waiting for his apprentice.::

[Snowtropper]

Deep inside Tipoca city Barrek Zett floted in a cloning tube but it was not the true Barrek it was a clone, the true Barrek had not exsited for some time. Barreks bodyglowed white as his force spirt entered his clone body. When it had enter completly the bottom of the cloning tube opened up realsing him. The Kamioans hurridley got there droids to pick him up and put him in his new mandalorian arrmor, when this was done they then put on his helmet and jetpack. They then dragged him out side onto a small landing platform, where they then put him into a custmozied jedi starfighter capable of traveling in hpyerspace. The komians flew his ship with remotly form the lab. Barrek was the perfect subject for their expirment, they just hoped the expirment wouldn't fail. In the star fighter was a small holocron containing a holo that would make the jedi into the enemy of the galaxy. All Barrek had to do was play his part which he would. The jedi starfighter then flew out of the atmosphere and jumped to hyperspace.

[Oblivion]

All five swords gleemed magnificantly i the wide spectrum of the light overhead that illuminated every fine detail made to all of them. They were prestine, sharpened fully, already formidable weapons that any warrior would gladly take up into arms. It was Tethyn's task now to make them stronger then they already were, to use the knowledge he had from the text he had feverously read to perform such an ordeal.

 

The true pinnacle of wisdom by any other science was unmatched next to the face of alchemy, standing the test of time over centuries, long thought to have died out. Both hands graced the sword nearest he and brought it over to another table where it was wrapped in fine cloth and bandaged. With the left over materials disturbted to the facility, the young lad was able to procure an exurbant amount of fine materials used in the beginning stages of alchemy processions, for they were quite frequently used the most and easiest to gather.

 

Stems from a split strand of a sturdy vine from the planet of Dagoba was used as his base. The first process was to sacrifice certain materials equivelant to the process in order to imbue the metallic properties with such features, much like the tears of a young maiden used beforehand. The vines symbolized the natural strength the plant had over thousand of years of evolution and would transfer such features into the sword, making it uneasy to bend or manipulate by any other outside sources.

 

Boiling the stems into a collection pot, he added a few minor indregients to enhance the potency. Droplets of ivory and fine sand were crushed by his grip and gently cascaded down into the boiling water, the materials acting as a conduct to bind the two different elements together. Taking up from a steel ladle, the Sith drew up a portion of the concoction from the basen pot and poured the solution over the wrapped sword. The cloth abosrbed the solution and began to bleed into the sword, a chain reaction making the cloth tighten and conform around the sword.

 

This process was repeated with the other four swords until the final drop was placed over the last of the Sith swords. Wiping his forehead gently, he'd wait the alloted time stated in the book before the results came in. The success rate, after proper mixing even with limited experience, was at twenty percent. The odds were in his favor, but there was a chance that he did something wrong that would retard the process from forming.

 

C'mon, do it for me. Work.

 

He'd chant inside his head as the minutes ticked, before the last second passed. Instantly, one by one, he unwraveled each of them, staring at each of them for the results although he was not quite sure if it worked or not. He sent a quick message to be broguth via one of the Falleen slaves to summon his Master and ask his presence to be known in Tethyn's quarters.

[Dagon]

::By the time Dagon had received the message, the samples had grown considerably and the parts that he had ordered had arrived. The basic frame of a ship was now apparent, soon he would move on to the detailed interior elements and finish with the outer layer, but for now the organic components needed to grow more, so he stepped out of the labs and into Tethyn's quarters. The apprentice had completed five swords and had laid them out on a table.

 

Dagon looked over the collection and gripped one of the swords. Placing the handle a foot away from the table and pinning the sword down with his boot, Dagon lifted up on the handle and the the blade bent and snapped.::

 

Your smithing technique needs work if you are to create great things, my apprentice.

[Oblivion]

"Damn,"

 

He'd exclaim with great force, head held out at the sheer moment of the blade snapping into two. It was true. His mind had not been right ever since he had left John's side for so long now, feeling some strange disturbance off in a far off place the young lad could only feel distracted by.

 

Laying down his arms, the Sith merely sighed with hands shoved at either side, "It's true.. I haven't been able to focus as of recently. Something is happening beyond my control to which I can not explain. Allow me to try again, Master."

 

And that he did, taking no time to spare to assemble more metals from the storage room. Hard, malleable irons were cultivated and liquified on the plate, taking the mold of a new weapon. As one hand poured, the other took up a golden smithing hammer into his left hand. The right hand continually poured the soft, almost granite like material down while the hammer promptly stroke against its surface, causing hot sparks to fly ever which way.

 

The process continued until just two swords were made, properly wedged by the constant pressure of the hammer's blunt edge and the anvil's sturdy support to gold over and harden. Cloth was wrapped around each, to the last drop was the chemicals brewed earlier stirred upon their edge and was allowed ample time to soak properly.

 

Once they were ready to be tested, Tethyn himself drew up the first blade from the cloth, holding the tip up high into the air and examining it. This product was different then the first that had broken, taking on a green hue that seemed to swirl from the Sith sword's handle. Dark brown patterns swirled up and mixed with it, causing it to glow brighter when he distorted the light above upon its plane by raising the tip up and down.

 

"Magnificant," Beheld by the weapon he had labored, the time came where he'd turn the sword's handle to be lifted up in Dagon's direction, kneeling as he did so in presentation of the blade to him personally.

 

"Hopefully, this shall warrant approval to your experienced touch. I am deeply sorry for my failure to you earlier."

[Dagon]

The only failure in alchemy is when an unintentionally flawed piece leaves the workshop and fails in the hands of its user. All flaws caught before they cross the line between our world and theirs are simply a learning experience by which we can better our craft. I am not some blindly sadistic overseer training you in Sith brutality. I am a teacher of a dieing art, and the fact that you are here as a devoted disciple lends more weight to my words and teachings than any draconian act of discipline.

 

I want you to go off and hunt down someone to extract their soul for the purpose of imbueing a weapon with an ability. Do not consult texts, I want you to work on intuition. In time the texts will only hold you back anyway. When you return, consult me before proceeding.

 

::Dagon left the apprentice to his own devices and entered the practice room to allow his project more time to grow. Spending hours measured out in the staccato beat of pistol fire, a sense of control permeated the air. A true sense of comfort had been reached with his pistols, as though they were an extension of his body. When enough time had passed, he went to check on the ship's progress.

 

The organic growth was complete and healthy, so Dagon began to work on installing the systems that would allow him to maneuver and fight in space. It took several more hours install and test everything to his standards, but everything was set in order after time. The ship was bound to him and obeyed only his commands. Another project successfully completed, Dagon retired to his quarters where one of his favoured slaves lavished attention on him while he studied. A new test awaited the apprentice upon his return, something most unique.::

[Oblivion]

"Hmm,"

 

The young man would ponder upon the task for a bit, an immediate flow of ideas coming to him. Surely, this was recognition to some degree, a higher appliance to furthur his knowledge of alchemy. Truely, he had been accostumed to a Sith's teaching methods, while not brutal as many other trainees had. The burden was on his shoulders alone to triumph alone through his own means, another reason why he so loved this art and lifestyle.

 

"Very well, I have just the thing."

 

Placing the swords back down, large boots treaded back around to where he hung the aquatic suit from earlier. Having never tried it on before, Tethyn thought best that it was time to do so. After his Master left, the young man stripped his casual wear off from him and slipped into his normal tight grey uniform. It would act as a perfect insulator through the cold oceanic depths and would fit well underneath the protective gauze of the suit's outer layering of protection.

 

Fitting the mouthpiece over his lower jaw, making sure the straps that secured it were tight, Tethyn paced his steps outside his quarters and towards the bay where transports came in and out. Plummeting down a flooded tube, he'd swim with little effort, the suit helping exert force and keep his body streamlined.

 

In truth, it would have been faster to take the next transport but the urge to get use to the aquatic suit was getting to him. He had to feel free, get out from underneath the books he'd been slaving over and relax his mind. While the waves above were torrent, the water below was calm and tranquil.

 

Soon enough, he'd reach that hectic surface, calling upon the Dark Side to conform around his body and help jettison him up to the point where he took hold of one of the numerous pillars that held up the city above the water. Tethyn climbed all the way up without a ladder, testing his physical ability and endurance while doing so. Jumping over the ledge that led into the city over the protective barriers, he'd readjust the mouthpiece away from his face and strip the suit down from head to toe.

 

"What a rush," He'd comment, shaking his head quickly side to side as his wet matted hair was slicked back, "Time to take a tasty moursel from these lanky freaks of nature."

 

Ditching the suit over by the side, Tethyn would infer a different approach to this particular abduction then last time with the young maiden. His presence within the Dark Side would veil him from spectators, surronding himself in its presence and becoming nearly invisible to those without connections to the Force. It was the perfect ploy for a quick hit and run.

 

He'd observe the landscape for an hour or so, monitoring some of the natives usual habits. The Kaminoians acted very much like humanoids, trading and bartering, but had a certain elogance to them. What they traded was extravigant, some goods that had the price tag equivalent to the GPA of some third world planets. They even poised themselves with style and grace, appearing to be higher up then anyone else.

 

Alas, after spectating, there was a suitable target. An older Kaminoian who seemed to get praise from merely passing by the courtyard. Certainly, he was of importance and by what he saw through the Force, had a wealth of knowledge of a great many things. It was exactly what he was looking for, the perfect element to be applied to the next weapon he would make.

 

Catching him off guard at a corner side, seemingly invisble white hands grasped at his long neck and shook him violently side to side in a quick series of motions before he went into shock. Luckily, he was moving in the direction where his suit was closeby, only having to drag his body for a few minutes away from the public eye.

 

Finally, he arrived at the site and pulled his suit on, slinging the long neck of the unconcious alien over his shoulder, holding him up by the strength of his two arms as he dove back into the sea without another trace..

 

Arriving back down to the facility and navigating back to his quarters, Tethyn laid the elderly native onto a table slab, quickly taking off the aquatic suit while putting on his dark armored garb. Both suits he needed to get used to more, so the more time spent in them, the more comfortable they began to feel each time he redressed them upon himself.

 

"Well," The coldness in his voice could be heard even from far away, almost echoing in the spacious atmosphere that was his own, "Usually, I have a habit of talking to the one's I kill just before they die.. But, I don't have the stomache for talking to an alien. Your body is a mere vial for the vast knowledge you carry, which I will now extract from.."

 

Without furthur hesitation, he plommeted the razor edges of his wrist-mounted blades on his right hand resembling two serpents fangs. They drew into the alien's gut and stayed there, while his other left hand drew a circle around the wound. Blue blood began to spill way across the edges of the blades, the elderly Kamonian still in shock.

 

Soon, the native would shriek out as whisps of vapors rose from the fatal wound. The circle kept the soul encompassed in one area, using the motions of the blades extracting to pull up the soul's energies. In a quick move, his left hand reached over for a large vial, holding the top over the smoke and quickly gathered it inside, placing a stopper on the end of it.

 

Death was necessary this time and felt no remorse for enacting it, for the Kamonian's soul would serve to better use now then inside that weak, frail body. Since the native declared to have died by shock, Tethyn would capitalize on this element, knowing the soul's energy would serve to enchant his next creation not only to endow the user with what knowledge he served, but serve to enact that same paralysis given to him through just the mere touch.

 

This was a glorious event, to which he had to stand back and marvel upon for now. He would rest, let the soul's energies settle down, before enacting the next step in his plans..

[Dagon]

::Awakening the next morning, or whatever passed for morning underwater, Dagon took his newly completed ship up to the surface, landing near the cloning centers. He carried a black attache case with several data sticks inside them, the fruit of his labours during his absence. After a short wait, he met with the representative of the Kaminoan cloners. He presented the alien with the attache and the data sticks.::

 

We will need several million units completed using the artificial DNA, with a four to five M/F ratio. You'll find the genetic blueprints for ninety variations of appearance and the subvariations which contain genetic memories according to duties, of which priority is to be given to variation Genesis, which is labeled such in the files. There will be no need to train them, the genetic memories cover all information they need to know. The first batch should be grown to age twenty. Compensation will arrive from the Falleen accounts. That is all, representative.

 

::Dagon left the Kaminoan city to return to the depths, where he spent more hours in the firing range. His devotion to training was blessing him with great skill and his precision improved with each session. After finishing at the range, he showered, dressed, and went to check on his apprentice's progress. Before making it to the apprentice's quarters, an idea hit him, like the pieces of a puzzle coming together to form a larger picture. It would take considerable risk, but the results would be undeniable. Enthused, he hurried to the Apprentice's chamber::

Edited February 21, 2006 by Guest

[Oblivion]

Quickly after rendering the elderly man's life away, Tethyn began to speculate through the Force as to the condition of the soul transfural. Sure, the process had been completed, but pondered on how significant or potent the manner of death would be when it came time to embuing such a weapon. His instincts told him to experiment more on the vial that contained the soul's lost energies, mixing around fast as if the native Kamonian was confused on what actually happened.

 

Taking the glass casing carefully into both hands, the student's senses branched out over all the equipment he had been given. He would lead himself through with the Dark Side, honing on what to do furthur with the soul's energy. A thought came to him, after minutes of searching. He'd place the vial down on a long charged plating which level of voltage were controlled by various knobs and switches just below the construct. Clamping two electrical clamps onto either side of the glass, making sure to tigthen either so it held firm, he'd bring the watts up near full capacity, sending concentrated waves after wave to furthur shock and intanguate the memory cells inside.

 

Blue sparks grazed either side of him, feeling out the soul's pain as it was being tortured even after death. Tethyn would let it remain in this statis for the remainder of his work until time arose where he would need to conjugate the soul's energy into his next piece of work. For now, he'd take up a few blocks of Trillium ore, collecting them into a molten pot and lowering the canister down into the raging furnance.

 

It wouldn't take long for the treatment of the ore to liquify, pulling the white hot container up and pouring it into thick and even sheets of metal cast. While the matter was still in the liquified state, Tethyn walked over to the electric conduct, turned the machine off, and casted the vial down into the soft melting material.

 

Moments after he transfered the soul's energies to become forcefully entangled by the softening metal alloid, the same large one-handed hammer buster drew forth into the air, raised aboe his head, and clattered onto the anvil in which the material rested upon. Over and over, relentless pounding sounds were heard until there was no more.

 

Body taxed with sweat, he grabbed two large woven gloves and brought the scorching red product over to a table where it was dipped three inches deep into frigid water and set to cool. It's shape resognated with the old Sith War Axe type, butterfly shaped blades held together by a sturdy long shaft inbetween them. He personally saw to it that this model was slightly smaller then the usual, varying up to be an intentional one-handed weapon instead of the original two-handed design.

 

Standing back, he'd smile and wipe his forehead down, knowing now it was just a matter of time where he could see the product come into real life. For now, he rested upon his work desk and took a load off from his labors, eyeing the door every now and again for the arrival of his Master to see what he had accomplished thus far..

[Dagon]

::Dagon tested both the quality of the craftmanship and the power of the alchemy in the axe, finding both to be satisfactory. He placed the axe back in its place and turned to adress the maker.::

 

Well done, apprentice. I'm afraid I'm going to have to take you away from your studies momentarily however to help oversee a minor detail in the larger plan. Afterwards you'll have a task that will decide your destiny in the Sith order. Go to the surface and begin a planetary quarantine, you will be joined by specialist imperial units shortly thereafter. Once the Kaminoans have gathered in the quarantine centers, wipe them out with Poxalin 22 gas canisters. Hunt down any remaining survivors with the units that join you. We must make this planet ready for the children of the Sith.

 

::With that, the Sith master left Tethyn to make an encrypted comm to Carida, ordering the units he required to be sent in troop transports. He headed to the surface to begin the future of the new empire.::

[Oblivion]

"Do you honestly wish to wipe the Kamonians from their native?.."

 

He was taken aback a bit by what was said, this devised plan seemed more then just a small step to him. It was a gargantuan at that. He had never participated in such an act that would concecrate in the destruction of lives from the very thousands, millions for that matter. Yet, as he spoke, he felt compelled by the words as well. A deeper part wanting to commit to what he spoke of.

 

"Seems too good not to work. Why not? If you believe this place will be the future of the Sith to come, it will be my honor to pertake in seeing that every native is eradicated."

 

One hand stood against his chest, dipping his head down and moving away from his quarters. This time, he would defintly have to take regular transportation means to get back to the surface, keeping his armor on, but also kept the mouthpiece and oxygen supply tank of the original aquatic suit on him just in case any accidents were to occur during the process.

 

Tethyn would also need the transport to stock pile the Poxalin 22 gas canistars, which already seemed to be awaiting him once he made headway down towards the docking chambers of the underwater facility. Stepping inside, he took one last look around, polishing his weapons furthur during the ride up, for he knew that it would come time to use both of them soon.. Very soon.

 

A tad delayed for normal protocol standards, the capacity of the cargo being the main cause of it. None the less, they made it the surface, already some of the Fallen slaves that accompanied him unloading the cargo in the foreground of the city. Tethyn slipped out himself, alone, walking very posed down the main halls and sections.

 

There was no need to be subtle about his ways, nor spare anyone the sight of death, for they would all succumb to that same fate. A steady glow was in his eyes as each step seemed to empower him, letting his indominable will that had been possessed through the Dark Side guide him and make him whole. Make him capable of such astrocities to come..

 

Within the hour, he'd find himself pacing up the steps of the main hub where scientific research and labotories were being held, striding to benefit their city by creating such devices that would furthur lead their way of life into a more peaceful environment. It wouldn't be long before he had the ear of one of the lead scientists aboard in his office, expanding on his research.

 

No sooner did he hear the door close would the edge of his vibro-blade be poised just across his long neck, fine curved fangs comig awfully close to breaking the fragile skin. His other hand kept the native's back alligned straight, gripping into his spinal chord and squeezing it.

 

"Listen to me well for I will not speak of this again. Do as I say and no harm will come to you. Don't, and your life will end here and now. Is that understood?"

 

The native's fear opened a gate that flooded with the dark tendrils that bore within Tethyn, invading and overwhelming his exposed mind. There was no resisting it, grasping at his mind and body's will and bending it to his own. Only gasps of air could be heard through his nostrils and gapped mouth..

 

"Good, now I see we're on the same page. I want you to make an urgent announcement. See to it that this entire city and all it's planet's residences are quarintined in their houses right away due to a potential and very deadly viral infection cultured by your own people.. Go."

 

Drawing the wirst blades back in, Tethyn would give him a shove with the blunt end of his boot, controlling him almost like a marionette as he slowly marauded outside his research doors. Within the hour, the announcement was made, starting a chain reaction of fear that went all the way down the power lines. The prime minister himself held a conference in one of the major parks, beckoning his people to gather forth and be evacuated away from their houses and stay away from where the plague was told might to have spread.

 

Walking out to a now abandoned city, the Sith's eyes looked to the sky, helping prepare the rest of the canisters that were aboard the vessel onto planetside. He'd need the reinforcement of Imperial soliders to quickly execute the distrubtion of the gas throughout Kamino, for now keeping everyone at bay and waiting for the final blow to be struck..

 

To think, this will be the grounds for the new revolution.. And I am apart of it. What a marvel this event is.. A monumentous occassion.. They can only come too soon now.

[Dagon]

::Dagon took his newly constructed craft to the surface of Kamino and rendezvoused with the imperial troops as the Kaminoans went into quarantine. Part of quarantine procedure was the jamming of communications to limit potential breaches of quarantine, a fact that was in favor of the Sith. Moving to the first quarantine zone, Dagon and a unit of chemical warfare troops adress the crowd.::

 

A highly dangerous virus has been set loose upon the surface of your world. We have come here to contain it and protect Kamino from imminent devastation by this biological threat. We have an airborne immunization treatment available to you, which we are going to utilize now. Please be sure to breathe deep to ensure maximun exposure to the immunization and do not worry if you begin to feel tired, its a simple side effect.

 

:: Before dispersing the poxalin, another gas was dispersed, giving the Kaminoans a natural high and causing them to enter a relaxed state. The sin of being born an alien was not a choice, and so Dagon did what he could to ease their passing. Once they were properly sedated en masse, Dagon signaled for the dispersal of the Poxalin 22. The kaminoans died silently, their throats swelled shut by the "silent death". Pulling out a smooth polished black stone, Dagon reaped their souls as one and then returned the stone to a satchel. Pulling out a clipboard, he marked the site as cleansed and prepared to move onto the next one, as soldiers secured the survivors. It was going to be a long day.::

[Oblivion]

The time was now. With the natives in position, the cleansing could begin. Imperial troopers operated in teams to plant the canisters quickly and effectively nearby each plot where the majority of them were relocated into. The Dark Side washed over him immediately after to the release of the noxious fumes, the great many souls whose lives were being taken from them flourished everywhere. The scent was invigorating, intoxicating, driving an grin to form across thin pressed lips.

 

"Alright, men. Time to start the clean up crew.."

 

His right arm snapped into action, the flickering motion of his forearm whipping back released the hold of the vibro-blades marked The Sidewinder to spring into action. Grasping a deep of the Force, Tethyn propelled himself across the ground, gliding across the surface at hyper speeds with that one right arm held off to the side.

 

He could feel the lives dwindling in the off set, panicked natives that survived the exposure fleeing towards the city barriers. Followed by two squadrons of stormtroopers, they began to pick off whoever came into sights. The aliens weren't known for their speed, even in their sprint became easy to catch up towards. The fangs of the Sith's weapons sank deep into the back of an escape, sheering flesh off to the side with the long swipe.

 

Tethyn continued his rampage, sparring no one from accepting what fate they had. A small cluster, resembling a family pact, turned across a corner, nearly out of breathe from running and the small effects they were exposed to had upon them. In order to save effort a time, the Sith held up his left arm, taking aim with the Lanvarok and fired off a disk into the air, running a long curved arch that severed the long necks of them all, spilling out blue hued fluid across its edged, before the disc sunk back into his wrist-mounted weapon. He was getting better at using the discs almost like a boomerang now, the Dark Side's influence playing a major role in the return.

 

Buildings burned, shrills could be heard in the distance as the other teams mowed hunted down the last of survivors. All throughout the night, smoke was used strategically to lure anyone who took into hiding out of their homes, easily overseeing the destruction of an entire building if the mere hint of life was shown to be inside it. Unlike the gas, no mercy was spared to those who attempted to retreat.

 

Whatever few who managed to escape off the side of the elevated city were hunted down were quickly blasted by underwater seige weapons set just below to catch any who dared the jump to meet an agonizing death.

 

Towards the end of the massacre, Tethyn began to feel a bit weak, the energy consumed in hunting and personally killing droves of lives taxed his body. Armor was coated with the fluids of his victims, mainly his arms and chest, while a large sploch ran across his face.

 

The heavens poured rain upon the smoldering ashes of the buildings and bodies, blood and bodies sliding freely throughout the streets. The young Sith reached out and found the presence of his master who continued to oversee the operation in a more professional way, taking notes of what was occuring and how much damage was dealt to the planet and its former natives.

 

"..Master," Tethyn's chest heaved up and down, retracting the vibro-blades back into their holdings upon the dark armor, his other hand slicking back those long silver locks of hair as the sky continued to pour continous sheets of rain.

 

"They are no more.. Every last shred of life, gone. It has been done just as well as you had planned.. Today is a great day for the Revolution. A day that shall be remembered for years to come."

 

He'd smile in delight, enjoying the sight of what destructed had been wrought by his hand's and his Master's plan. It would not take long for them to rebuild and sculpt the lands into an image of their choosing, one that would signify the new uprising of the Sith.

[Dagon]

::With the genocide and body disposal completed, the imperial troops were reassigned to assisting with processing the now fully grown clones. Priority was given to the "Genesis" clones, as once they were adapted they could help with the procedure. Over the course of several days, the new human population of Kamino began settling into their homes and lives. It was a totally successful repopulation of the planet and a sign of things to come. It would be some time before Dagon would need another planetary population grown, and he felt uncomfortable growing pariahs here, so he instructed the Genesis clones to assist him on his upcoming project, Hell Gate. He would need large amounts of specially grown organic tissue. With the citizens seeing after it, Dagon located his apprentice.::

 

Tethyn, I'm going to give you something for the next task that was given to me by my master, the Dark Lord Abaddon. That man was the closest thing I ever had to a father, so if you lose or damage this a torment will come down upon you beyond anything you can possibly imagine. Pain, lots of pain.

 

::Dagon handed Tethyn an ancient looking sith sword, held reverently like some religious artifact. He didn't wait for a response, simply boarding an imperial shuttle and ordering the pilot to take off when he felt Tethyn's presence on board.::

[Oblivion]

His hands, still drenched in the blue blooded natives, rose up to meet the presentated blade. Luminous grey pools of eyes stared deeply over it's fine shape and flawless form, eyes running inches across it just to feel it over furthur. It was rhymtic, so alive with power, that it sent cold shivers down his very spine.

 

"It's magnificant. Never before have I seen such craftsmanship, such deisgn aging thousands of years ago,"

 

Fingers that were still wrapped in the mesh formed armorweave contoroted around the shaft, bringing it up to the faded light before seathing it between the space in his belt and his waist off to the right side of he.

 

"You will not have to worry, my Master. I shall guard this with my life as long as so bare it with me. Let us go,"

 

There was a sense of urgency in his eyes, flashing the response to follow him upon the shuttlecraft. No hesitation was made to quickly board after he did so, taking a seat towards the back, while still admiring the blade.

 

Remarkable.. Simply extrodinary..

[Fatal]

*Fatal's ship came in fast. Fatal had never been to the world of Kamino, and this might be one of the few times he would have a chance to see this view, so he savored it. After Fatal took it all in, his ship blasted further down to the surface, moving at unmatchable speeds that quickly came to a complete halt. His ramp lowered and he exited.*

 

*There was a pounding rain that met Fatal with brute force as he ran into the facility where his Master had instructed him. Just clearing the threashold, he waited for both his Master, and the other apprentice.*

[Iron Reaper]

Vel's ship came in a few seconds after the others. It came in at a diagnol angle but swiftly corrected itself as he landed on the pad right next to the other apprentices. The three legs came out and landed, the ramp soon followed along with Vel.

 

With his cloak flabbing at all angles he exited the ship and pressed a button on the side, closing the ramp. As the rain soaked through his cloak he arrived at a drier area and leaned against the wall next to the apprentice. He looked out to the sky and awaited his new master, Dagon, to appear and teach him the powers of the Dark Side. Only, he wondered why Dagon chose this spot of all place..

[Dagon]

::Dagon's ship landed on the surface of Kamino as a torrential rain storm pelted the surface. Although the rainfall obscured his human vision, the Force showed him that his children had made great progress since the genocide of the kaminoan species. Human clone cities now dotted the surface, replacing the inferior alien cities.::

 

Take a vessel to this underwater station. This is the sith presence on Kamino, its existence it to remain secret. After you have arrived and set up your quarters, the two of you will meet me in the main lab area where I expect personal backgrounds, any relevant training you've already had in any skills, and any preconceptions of the factions and of the Force.

 

::Dagon walked off at a brisk pace to his personal vessel and descended into the depths. He was eager to return to his own projects, from which he had been away from far too long. He had several new ideas he wanted to implement that had come to him during his travels, and the means to make them were finally once again available to him. He hammered out and treated the metal plating for four new sets of armor, feeling rather ambitious today. Pulling out a datapad he began finalizing how he was going to implement his plans.::

[Iron Reaper]

With a nod Vel watches as Dagon's ship descended into the depth. He let out a whistle of amazement, remebering what Dagon had told him about the secret sith base. Removing himself from the wall he pressed the button on the side of the ship to let the ramp down. He went up the ramp and pressed another button inside, closing the ramp.

 

"All right, let's see what we can find."

 

Starting up the system a metallic drone was heard as the craft hovered over the landing pad. The legs pressed back inside and he looked down at the raging seas before diving into them. Instantly he was covered in blue but soon he spotted a structure in the sea. The doors of a landing space opened up and he guided his craft into in, doing the same procedure for landing. He stepped out of the vehicle and looked around.

 

"Well, where exactly are the quarters anyway?"