Pattern of the Tuk'ata (Sith only)

[Orphen]

Silen'Dumah, the Lord of horror sat in her meditation chamber amongst her lab on Bastion. Surrounded by tubes of living organisms in the rooms around her. Silen's personal lab was expansive, though in each of the large tubes was a concoction. There were 110 tubes in all, while nearby several of her servants prepared durasteel and plastisteel moulds for the things which grew.

They were Tuk'ata, Sith hounds, ravenous creatures of diabolical design. Surrounding her meditation chamber she thought it would be good for them to grow in the presence of their master and retainer. They were being bred, and genetically modified from other samples and mutations which had been analysed by alchemists over hundreds of years, if not thousands... to create a prime species.

These Tuk'ata were a little different than those of average making, these semi-sentient creatures were being bred with loyalty to their Sith battle-lord. As well as using the now further evolved mutant strains which had erupted over Korriban over the years. Though they were not necessarily clones, they were all made of the same genetic material, and would no doubt become great and powerful beasts so long as they were closely monitored. though the excess 10 were bred in case of failure.

 

[Orphen]

Though Silen, had another goal that she must adhere to, though she had crushed Thaed, she had seen not to kill him. though her judgement was questionable, he may come back for vengeance. So, she needed to consolidate her power in the empire, something that can not be done as a mere Sith Lord. In front of her was a crystal, the same which 'the five' were known to use to seal beings. So, Silen began a ritual..

Woyunoks hadzuska koshûjontû.

She began as the air around her began to become palpable, transforming into dark-side power, through space a being was called forth, its many yellow eyes illuminated the area as Silen bound the creature to the crystal, to be later used as a weapon. Standing, clenching her knuckles, there was another Darth she intended to pay a visit to. Her armour already upon her, well polished, as well as well maintained.

Looking to her alchemists, and affirming for them to continue, she began to walk to the Temple of the Darths... The time was now.

 

[Raif]

Not all of Silen'Dumah's servants were as loyal as the newly appointed Lord of Horror may have thought. Not loyal to the Aing-Tii, anyway. In fact, one in particular wasn't even a servant at all, at least not in the way Silen'Dumah assumed.

Roystok Spektor was a servant; specifically, he served the New Sith Imperium. Ever since returning from his time "away," the Spymaster had rededicated himself to his work, both within the Empire and without. And so that meant keeping his eyes and ears open and paying more...personal...attention on those who caught his attention.

Silen'Dumah was one such attention-grabber. The Aing-Tii was a complete unknown to Roy when the man first returned; the big lizard thing had risen to prominence during his time in prison. But Royston was an incredibly fast learner. Add to that Silen's recent "run in" with Thaed and you could say that the Spymaster's curiosity was piqued.

It had been something akin to child's play to track down the Aing-Tii's personal chambers-cum-laboratory. It was impossible to have that many servants attending you without someone taking notice, let alone the massive amounts of durasteel and plastisteel that were being moved at the Lord of Horror's command. It was obvious the newly appointed Lord was up to something, and so Royston decided to find out for himself.

He was, of course, uniquely suited for such a task. Even had Silen'Dumah known what Royston Spektor looked like - not likely, given that Spektor was not very well known outside the highest echelon's of the Imperium, but possible nonetheless - the servant who was now leaving the Aing-Tii's chambers (well after the Lord of Horror had left on its own bloody task, of course) looked nothing at all like the human Spymaster.

Rubbing a hand over his face as his features returned to normal, senses tuned as always to his surroundings -and his force presence masked, as he maintained almost all the time- to assure no sort of surveillance, Royston muttered under his breath.

"Good thing I've got that dinner date with Arc coming up..."