It's Alive! IT'S ALIVE!

[Vayna Akhara]

Temple of the Sith, Yavin IV​

The air hung heavy, though not with the dampness of the jungle outside; this was the salty tang of blood, mixed with a metallic taste of some unknown alloy and the dark arcane arts in an unhallowed fusion of nature, metalcraft and magic. Around the walls were bubbling cylinders in which hung dark, unmoving shapes, and at its centre was a green, glowing, three-pillared structure, to which ran power conduits. In the central cylinder there floated a shape, a male, pale-skinned, dark-haired, at which gazed a figure in black cloak and fine mesh armour, sword at her hip, hood thrown back revealing grey and blue-streaked hair, and eyes like translucent pools of blood.

Sanayana stared at the figure in the central tank, feeling excitement warm her cold heart as she studied her creation. This one, unlike so many others, was intact, still living and showing no sign of genetic collapse or abnormality. She'd tried to create many human, or at least humanoid, servants from base genetic material before this one, but most had failed. Still, each failure was further detail for her research, further information on the problems she'd encountered in her work, a step towards perfection in her work. In many cases, it wasn't the cloning that was the problem, it was the melding of the cloned material with forged Sithsteel, or the enhancements to the physical properties of the subject by the use of Alchemy.

It was time, time to see if this one was a success or a failure, time to release this latest project from its confinement and see if it had the potential to survive and prosper. Stepping forward, she placed a gloved hand on a lever on the control panel, and pulled, watching as the liquid drained away and the cylinder lifted, revealing the figure that had hung suspended in the nutrient bath.

 

[Xysis]

The pale skinned figure from the tube fell and slumped to the floor on all fours. The wet thick black threads of hair dropped touching the floor, dripping the nutrient bath onto the floor and into pools on the floor beneath. The figure inhaled deeply, gasping for his first breath of life. The figure sat upwards into a kneeling position, his black mane throwing itself backwards and revealing his pale alabaster skinned face and thick black dripping beard.

The eyelids peeled back for the first time revealing black eyes with red and yellow iris's attempting to take in the surroundings for the first time. The eyelids quickly shut as the individual scurried backwards with his arms crossing his face shielding his eyes from the burning light as he hissed at the pain. "It hurts." He struggled to utter his first words. His black claws protruding from his fingers, the black oily veins of the newly spawned individual visible through the pale white alabaster skins.

"Where am I? Why can I not see?" The deep voice uttered more faintly but more proficiently as he struggled for his new bearings in life.

 

[Vayna Akhara]

"So, is it pain you experience, my creation? Good, excellent! That will make you strong! Through pain you will be toughened, tempered like fine steel!" Blood-red eyes gazed at the new lifeform that stood before her. This one, it seemed, might after all be a success. Sanayana had tried before to make a new being, one that would serve as a warrior, or assassin, or other functionary for her plans and projects. This one, for example, had been created to be a living weapon, one which would learn and grow in power through its own experiences, but which had already been gifted with attributes and skills which would prove useful to it in the times ahead.

Into the genetic structure of its being, through careful manipulation of alchemy, she had implanted the ability to generate Sith venom in its mouth, and razor-sharp claws on hands and feet. Strength, speed, hardiness, all had been enhanced, as had its intelligence. In addition, Sith alchemy had been used in implant certain knowledge and abilities into the creation's mind.

"Your eyes will see soon enough, they are merely unfamiliar with exposure to light. Now, stand, and let me see you, my creation!"

 

[Xysis]

The figure struggled to rise, as the light burned when he moved his arms. He rose to his feet, his claws scrapping across the cold floor. The figures well chiseled features scoffed at the idea of weakness. He rose to stand straight. The sounds of nutrient bath still dripping from his body. Tubes and sensors still attached, still recording there data. He squinted, trying to see his audience.
"Am I what you expected mother? Or does my master disapprove?" As he spoke, his razor sharp teeth shown as his face displayed an inquisitive look as he struggled to see the visage of his creator. The figure's appearance, albeit scruffy, was breath takingly beautiful yet terrifying all at the same time.
The figures eyelids slowly faded back into his face to produce the sinister eyes they protected.

 

[Vayna Akhara]

Sanayana smiled; it seemed that this time, the intelligence she'd sought to implant in her creation had taken root after all, unlike so many of his predecessors. His speech was like that of any normal organic being, his movements, though almost predatory in their silence and alertness, those of the everyday inhabitants of a thousand worlds. But what of his fighting skill, his grasp of tactics? That would soon be seen.

A wave of her hand and the tubes and attachments fell away. "Your physical form is indeed as I planned it to be. But I also implanted in your mind the skills you would need to survive and serve me well. It is that which you must prove to me, where others have failed. It is the Way of the Sith that the strong gain power, whilst the weak are crushed underfoot. Now you must demonstrate to me that you are one of the Strong. Come!"

She spun on her heel and strode away, not waiting to see if her creation would follow; if he did not he would be destroyed. Through a heavily-armoured door she swept, and stopped, lifting a hand in a gesture that caused a massive iron grating in front of her to lift, revealing steps down into a shadowy labyrinth. Without turning her head, she spoke softly to her newly-awakened creation. "In the centre of the maze lies an object that only one with the mind of a sentient can employ. Go down and retrieve it, but be warned; you are not alone down there, Use the skills, both martial and others with which you have been created, to complete your task. The grate will lock upon your entry, and cannot be opened until you take the object from its resting place. Now go!" she commanded.

 

[Xysis]

The nude figure followed behind Sanayana. Straining to see, he soaked up all the words his creator had to say. Smiling his toothy grin as Sanayana mentioned he would have to use his skills both martial and others. He was hungry to prove his worth. Taken but a moment to pause and grasp the dark side of the force, the figure took of through the gate, his claws tapping eerily as he grew closer to the destination.

Using his strength he launched himself through the gate and unto the right wall. He clung there by using the force. He began to scurry along the side of the wall at surprising speeds with the claws from his hands and feet connecting.

It was now his muscles moved, the light no longer a piercing light. He was free. "Ja'ak." He thought to himself as he moved toward his goal. I am a living weapon, an extension of the dark side.

With the master's words ringing in his head, "You are not alone down there." Shadzrill raised his senses and attuned himself sensing the force. He slowed down, making his way to the ceiling for a better vantage. He reached out with the force, feeling for others created or proficient with the force.

 

[Vayna Akhara]

The labyrinth extended for miles under the surface of the planet, burrowed rather than constructed by creatures long since fallen to dust. Now it was the home of the rejects from Sanayana's work, twisted monsters all but insane, with minds barely above those of beasts, but dangerous nonetheless; like her latest creation, they had been intended to be living weapons of the Dark Side. Unlike him, they had been failures, most often due to their minds being dulled and unintelligent, but they still had the physical strengths and weapons with which she'd endowed them.

One such creature waited close to the grate. It had learnt through trial and error that on occasions tasty new food-things were pushed through the open grate by the one it had learnt to fear beyond anything else. Now the misshapen beast heard the clang of the grating as it was replaced, and to its mind, that was the sound of dinner. It lurched forward, red eyes gleaming in the shadows as it scented for prey.

 

[Xysis]

He clung to the ceiling of the labyrinth scaling across it. He paused, picking up the presence of another creature with the force. His mind still cluttered, he could not pick up the exact location. That did not phase him as he picked up his visual scanning. It was easier for him to see in the dark anyways.

Movement ahead. He slowly crawled closer to it, still clinging to the ceiling. The nude figure saw it. A twisted form with glowing red eyes. He looked to the ceiling he clung to. His eyes to gave way to a glowing hue which shown on the ceiling.

There wasn't enough time for exclamations as the beast below took advantage of this newly found discovery. Springing upwards and impacting the new project tearing him from the ceiling. The creature dug its claws in the perfectly white shoulder of the figure. Instead of falling victim to hopelessness, the figure used the pain, let it grow with the force. His commune with the darkside seemed easier now.

The beast attempted to rend flesh by biting the figure. The figure brought his feet up, driving his razor claws underneath the ribcage and into the soft vital organs. He wiggled his toes around to aggravate the damage and reveled in the beasts gurgled attempts to scream as the lungs and other vitals were being rendered.

The figure began to rend away at the beasts head and neck with his claws. The beast was now attempting to make a fruitless defense and released the figures shoulders. The beast's eyes once filled with life, now fleeting.

The figure removed his feet from the beasts chest. He stood up, the victor. The beast was a good head bigger than himself. "Through victory, the force will set me free. Ja'ak." He spoke out loud to himself. Now to claim my prize.

The figure dove deeper into the heart of the labyrinth. There in the middle, he viewed his prize. He walked to the pedestal. He could hear, and sense his stalker behind him. Another beast.

With a large wild howl the beast leaped. In a quick swipe, the beast lie in half. The light saber humming in the figure's hands. He felt the blades power, its warm blood red glow danced in the darkness as he swung it around to get a better feel for it. The handle made of Sith steel with tiny blades on the end of the hilt, The hilt looked menacing.

He could hear the roars of other beasts coming his way. He ran to meet greet them hello. Screams could be heard for minutes, and then the labyrinth fell silent.

In the lab the master awaited an outcome. As such, a blood red beam cut through the gate as the hum of light saber trumpeted victory. The gate fell apart as a naked figure walked in holding a light saber, his thick hair draping across his face as his black scraggly beard danced around his wicked, toothy smile.

 

[Vayna Akhara]

Sanayana waited in the laboratory for her creation to return. She had high hopes for this one; unlike her previous creations, he seemed to retain a mind of some acuity. No stupid, savage beast he, but a predator in human guise, his body enhanced by subtle manipulations of alchemical processes and genetics, his mind already given most of the skills he would need to survive and even prosper in the harsh world he had been born into.

She smiled as she felt Force signature after Force signature go out, like a candle in a hurricane. She knew what the dead were; the previous failures, cast into the labyrinth and left to fend for themselves. At times she would throw them scraps, the leftovers from her vivisection experiments. The rest of the time, all they had to feed on was the scavenging rats and each other. The bloord-eyed woman didn't care if they hunted each other, or her new creation exterminated them all; they were flawed, worthless. She could create more, and better than they, without difficulty; it was perfection that was difficult to achieve. But with her new studies, the breakthroughs she'd made both from her own observations and in the information to be leaned from the Sith holocrons on Purgatory, she was getting closer and closer to her ultimate goal; the creation of the perfect organism. This one was a step closer; this one was a success indeed.

When he finally reached his goal and took up his lightsaber, she smiled again, wider this time. She felt him bond with the weapon, make it a part of himself just as any good Sith did. Now he would be the warrior she'd intended him to be.

She turned to face him as he made his entrance. "Well done, my creation. You have retrieved the weapon that bought you your release from the maze. The bestial filth that were there before, they could have escaped if they'd understood the nature of the device left behind, but they were too ignorant, too unintelligent to deserve freedom. Now there is one more thing for you to do; you must choose a name for yourself."




((OOC : I know he's Shadzrill, but he's never said it out loud.))

 

[Xysis]

"Shadzrill. I will call myself Shadzrill." Roughly translated from ancient legends, Shadzrill was a force entity of terror and darkness. "I find this name fitting. If you'll excuse me mother, I am a being created by perfections, but I am nude. May I request to have some pants?"

 

[Vayna Akhara]

Sanayana smiled; it seemed that her creation had already begun to develop a mind of his own. That is exactly what I was hoping for; a slave may have its uses, but there are times when what is required is an independent-thinking operative. He has chosen a name, rather than me having to allocate one; that is a good sign.

She held out a hand and a pair of hakama pants flew through the air to Shadzrill. "You have your saber; we shall see which style is yours. There is no reason to hurry the process; it is better for you to find out which suits your temperament." She pointed a finger at a door to the side, which swung open at her gesture.

"Through there is a basic lightsaber training area; practise your strokes, your moves, see what comes naturally to you, and in time, we shall find a style for you to train in."