Wires and Wood-rot (Kita, Ask)

[Professor Mors]

“Right!”, Sa’ato growled with fierce determination, his legs quivering at the base of this oaken stumps as he called on the Force to aid in his advance. With a sharp exhale, the Neti leapt high into the air after his colleague, flying up and over the top of the train in momentum with the lead car. With the droids reasonably distracted by Ikari’s staunch defense, the professor loomed above with little threat to his person. Descending with even greater speed, the academic smacked down hard onto the roof of the cargo tram, cheap durasteel denting beneath his feet as he swung the butt of his rifle into the chromium torso of the leftmost droid.

It’s partner did not fare much better. Twisting his lithe body in sync with his initial strike, Sa’ato followed through, tucking the stock of his rifle against his shoulder as he came to a stop and blasting the last automaton’s head free from its body. Not wasting any time, the retired teacher sprinted toward the lead hover engine just in time to lock eyes with an older, and panicked Gamorrean. In a spark of cruel genius uncommon for the bulbous swine and his host, the seasoned mercenary hurled a small, luminous object into the muck below, and chanced to leap onto an abused refuse tank before the aged acolyte could land a killing shot.

Landing on the rear of the hovertrain with an air of disappointment, Sa’ato began to look over the automated controls. Raising an anxious eyebrow, the professor hissed with irritation as a most important article evaded his grasp. It was only after physically tearing off several maintenance panels that a horrible revelation donned on the wandering lecturer. The controls for the complex gate were conveniently missing. Worse, they had been destroyed! The mercenary! Surely that was what the old brigand had taken such care to toss into the septic muck below! Withdrawing from his mechanical musing, the Neti returned to reality with a mounting sense of dread.

Looking ahead, Sa’ato could see the salvage hub growing closer and closer. With no time to think, the Neti quickly settled on the nearest thing to a plan that he could manage. “Silvanius!”, the professor barked, “Get down here! They’ve rigged the train to crash!”. Yes, that was the departed gunslinger’s aim. He could not have accounted for the Neti’s tenacity however- or his resilience. With one forceful, the academic jammed the engine’s controls at the maximum acceleration. Then, as soon as Kita touched down beside the frenzied teacher, he forced a transformation at incredible speed, doubling in height and hovering over the young humanoid like a living shroud.

“Hold on!”, the professor commanded, hoping that his unlikely ward would not protest under the circumstances. From there, Sa’ato sent sinuous digits and countless impromptu tentacles driving down into the durasteel chassis of the train, and formed a sort of living net over the fragile Ikari. Sensing the impending collision as his gaze was otherwise obscured by alloys and wires, the academic could do little but pray that the exterior of the compound wasn’t shielded. It wasn’t, but the impact was no less terrific. A sonic boom rippled across the itinerant teacher’s entire body as the engine punched a titanic whole into the reinforced gate.

The long, horrific wail of metal on metal deafened all other sensation, until the combined kinetic forces and the increasing damage to the engine threw it violently from the track. Sparks, flame, and raw energy scalded and scrapped its way across the Neti’s flesh- but swimming against the tides of pain, he endured, and held his ground even as the dislodged train bounced once, twice- three times, before finally sliding to an agonizing halt. Only when he was certain that the duo had come to a complete stop did Sa’ato finally release his grip, his withered form slumping down onto the muddy earth with momentary fatigue.

The woman had promised him a favor, something he could not collect were she to expire. At this point, the professor could only hope that he himself did not meet a premature end in pursuit of her request…

[Kita_Ikari]

As expected from her sith companion, Sa'ato displayed as much fire in his fighting style as she did. Having distracted the droids, he managed to disable and destroy them within seconds, giving the young Sith apprentice a chance to take a moment for herself to catch her breath.

Silvanius deactivated her blade and put it away as she watched the neti disappear into the control room of the train.

Remaining on top as lookout, the endless marshes continued to roll by, their destination approaching closer. Her faded blue gaze caught the sight of something being tossed down from the train, unable to register what it was, Silvanius approached the edge a bit and looked down in curiosity to what may have fallen. Unfortunately she didn't see anything and started to have a feeling of concern overcome her. "Unusual..."

In seconds the silver clad apprentice felt a sudden shift in the gears, the wind seeming more fierce as she looked up to realize the train had began picking up speed. Their destination only seemed to be swiftly approaching ever quicker as she stood in shock of it all. Pushing her blonde hair from her face, Silvanius heard the warning call from Sa'ato to meet him in the car of the train.

Working against the strength of the trains oncoming speed, the sith apprentice managed to work her way towards the car. Using her strength to shut the door behind her against the wind, she entered to see the neti had already began to shift in a way to protect her from the oncoming impact soon to come. "Hold on!" the words echoing in her mind as she grabbed hold of a part of the net he made with himself to keep some stability within the collision.

It was worse then Kita imagined. The sonic boom of the collision alone had caused her ears to ring, defeaning her hearing and causing her to lose her sense of balance. The rest flashed by as the train had came off the rail, tumbling the two apprentices through the car and wreckage it brought on. Silvanius was thankful for her armors protection, but had still been tossed around like a ragdoll within the netis makeshift shield. The seconds seemed to feel like hours until finally they had stopped.

Kita held her head, dizzy and disoriented from the near death experience they went through as she fell to the ground on her knees in the muck. Had it not been for the retired scholar, the young human sith would have died for certain. She had perhaps a 1 percent chance of living had it not been for her companion. Watching as he fell himself into the marsh, she staggered her way over to Sa'ato and hugged him tightly. It wasn't very sith like, and sure she owed him a favor for what he was doing, but Silvanius was happy none the less to be alive.

Still with her ears ringing and the world around her still seeming silent, she hoped her voice had carried though.
"Thank you Sa'ato."
Kita kissed the retired scholar on the cheek in thanks before pulling back and looking at the wreckage littering the area.
"I can't hear at the moment, but from the looks of it, I wouldn't have survived that crash had you not been here."
Shaking her head to try and rid the ringing didn't seem to help any. How long would it take for her hearing to return she wondered. And how much more would they have to fight for that cylinder? Remembering the reason they were there, Silvanius slowly pushed her way up from the ground, still staggering to keep her balance and held a hand out to the neti. They couldn't stop now, for Silvanius worried they would get caught or shot at before accomplishing this mission. If they needed to recover for a bit, she wanted them to move to shelter of somesort so to not be seen. "We shouldn't just sit here out in the open. We could be seen. And we need a moment to recover." Silvanius fell silent for a moment before continuing, a embarrassed expression on her face. "Or at least I do..."

[Professor Mors]

Whether it was the tremendous trauma of the crash, or the sensation of Sa’ato’s first kiss in fifty years, the Neti lay still for far longer than his body required. Finally collecting himself physically and mentally, the professor turned to his ward and offered her only a slight nod in acknowledgement before taking her hand. As Kita was likely more discombobulated than the sturdier academic, it fell to him to map out the surrounding area with his thoughts. And indeed, it did not take for a life form to ripple out along the Neti’s thoughts. The commotion born of the collision surely would not be ignored, and like clockwork, a scout was inching forward to survey the scene.

Sa’ato didn’t have time to hesitate, especially while Kita was still half-dazed. Calling on the Force to guide and enhance his movements, the Neti leapt silently into the air. Arching down from on high with an uncharacteristic grace, the professor landed neatly behind his would-be adversary, and pressed the hilt of his shoto to the small of their back. The humanoid barely had time to release a graveled exhale of surprise before the academic flicked the ignition and sent a small beam of virulent orange light puncturing through armor and flesh. When the retired teacher eventually popped back into Kita’s field of vision, he now appeared to be dragging a corpse behind him.

Coming within a few feet of the young woman, the Neti unceremoniously tossed the body before his companion, and tore off its mask with his sinuous digits. “So the rumors were true”, Sa’ato commented with grim satisfaction, observing the reptilian face of his prey, “Kaleesh- likely an exiled warband’s worth”. The professor narrowed his eyes, and placed both his hands on Kita’s shoulders, “We must hurry”. Opening his mind and the crown of his head to the influence of the Living Force, the academic did his utmost to channel thoughts of calm and focus to his shell-shocked comrade (Telepathy). Holding this position for a few minutes, he stiffly drew back, and looked ahead.

Leading the way past downed vessels, sunken speeders, and ersatz machinery, Sa’ato succeeded in locating a junky overhang from which to survey the main floor of the processing plant. As he suspected, the Kaleesh numbered nine- now eight thanks to his previous encounter. He could likewise spy not one but three Spaarti cloning cylinders, and what appeared to be a horribly beaten Arkanian tied round a jagged pillar of metal: surely the poor scientific mind in service to the wayward mercenaries. Of greatest concern however, were the shambling masses of flesh that stood between the Neti and his lethal targets.

Clones, to be sure, but incredibly defective. Feral, Sa’ato guessed, by the way they carried themselves, shuffling aimlessly like beasts. Crouching down to remain more obscured, the Neti swiftly brought his two blades sizzling to life, ignoring the occasional hiss of plasma that dripped free of their unstable beams and landed on the sheet metal at his feet. “I will draw them in”, the professor explained softly, “You must kill those that get past-”. The academic groaned in slight of himself as a clawed hand shot up from below and pulled him down over the precipice. Correction, a ten man warband.

Rolling down a putrid slope of rubbish and filth, Sa’ato managed to kick his immediate opponent away, though not before receiving a glancing cut to his left shoulder. Rolling up onto one knee, the professor aimed to deflect any incoming blaster fire, but only dodged at the last moment upon hearing the tell-tale whine of slugthrowers. A single barbette lodged painfully into the back of his leg, forcing the old scholar to rise more slowly. His original attacker came darting in for what he assumed would be an easy kill. Alas, making use of his pain and frustration, the Neti spun about with terrific momentum, and cleanly separated the eager hunter’s head from his bony neck.

Having gained a moment to breath at last, Sa’ato scowled at the small horde that lay before him. Four of the Kaleesh started to advance toward him, drawing their lauded Rig swords which glinted malevolently under faulty synthetic lights up above. Likewise, the other four warriors held back, their rifles barred to pelt the Neti further, or else take pot-shots at his companion once she emerged. For now, Sa’ato’s chief concern was the three lumbering hulks of failed clones galloping straight for him. Thankfully, cruder technology had its uses. Summoning forth a geyser of flame from his wrist-mounted flamethrower, the academic willed the blaze to lash out at the beasts in wide, warding streaks (Pyrokinesis).

It was a slight diversion, but sufficient to buy time for a plan. Failure to formulate a solution, and gamble on luck, the Neti was sure, would only lead to disaster...

[Kita_Ikari]

The look of surprise on the retired scholars face from her way of showing her thanks was amusing to Silvanius. After helping him up, she let him figure out what their next move was. "Not sure If I'd prefer going through being smashed into another pillar by Tormentous or go through that train wreck again." She muttered to herself under her breath.

Unaware of Sa'ato leaving her side, she sat back in the mud once more to rest. Not long after did she notice the neti's shadow approach her field of vision as she glanced downwards at the ground. A loud THUD kicked up dirt as the neti tossed the reptilian corpse in front of her. Eyes wide she glanced up at Sa'ato in surprise. "When did you leave?" Not really expecting a response back since she really wouldn't hear it anyway, Silvanius averted her gaze back down at the once living sentinent. It was obvious Sa'ato had used a saber to peirce through the unsuspecting victim. "When did he build a saber?" she thought silently.

Not understanding fully what was going on, Kita's faded blue gaze met the retired scholars as he let her know through the force that they needed to keep moving. Nodding her head in response, the apprentice followed behind, taking in her full surroundings as much as possible by sight since her hearing was hindered. Overtime she began to claim her hearing once more, though not fully clear yet, she could make out what was said as they trekked through the graveyard of destroyed vessels.

As they hid, Kita quickly peeked to see the 3 cylinders being guarded by the other 8 Kaleesh, ignoring the fact they also had defective clones moving about. Excitement quickly overcame the silver clad apprentice as she realized just how fortunate they were to have backup cylinders in case one was defective or something happened to a future clone. Thinking on that, this reminded Silvanius there were clones also out somewhere of her lost in the galaxy. Her master clearly hidden the one they had retrieved while escaping Ben Kenobi and Varn. However the Jedi had also obtained one of the clones while the other was lost in their battle.

Silvanius smirked at the unexpected humor of it before listening to Sa'ato's plan and wondering what they should do with the beaten Arkanian. “I will draw them in, You must kill those that get past-”

The retired scholar had not even been able to finish his sentence before disappearing down the pile of trash and other metal scraps. Of course Silvanius told herself she shouldn't be surprised. This had become the norm for her with the neti on missions. "Ok then. Looks like I got some work to do." She muttered to herself.

Keeping her mind set on the goal at hand, the apprentice let her connection within the force guide her as she leapt off the cliffs edge, landing on a flat piece of large scrap metal to slide down towards their opponents. To gain momentum, Silvanius crouched, tilting her body forward just a bit she devised a plan once she reached the bottom where Sa'ato was.

Seeing the gust of flames from the neti's flamethrower, the sith apprentice knew she couldn't necessarily block off the flames from burning her, so she decided to use them. Keeping herself low to avoid being burned, Silvanius absorbed the flames from the flamethrower (scatter/absorb) and threw them back towards the group of kaleesh advancing on Sa'ato to give him a chance to concentrate on bringing down the 3 failed clones. "What are you doing? Use your saber!!"

As she slid past her Sith companion, Silvanius drew out her saber before ramming herself purposely into the other group of 4 kaleesh awaiting her. This act caused a couple to stumble giving her enough time to quickly sear through a couple of the Kaleesh.

Turning her attention to the other two as they regained composure, Silvanius dodged their fire with her blade as she drew herself closer. Quickly she rammed the hilt of her weapon into one of the kaleesh side before disarming him and turning his own weapon on himself. Pulling the trigger a few times, he fell to the ground while the Sith apprentice diagonally sliced the other kaleesh in two pieces in the process. Silvanius watched in silence as his remains fell into the pile of scrap metal and other trash this planet had accumulated.

Looking up, Silvanius glanced at the retired scholar as he took down the remaining of the kaleesh. Disarming her saber, she smiled at Sa'ato. "3 cloning cylinders? Definitely worth the trouble."

[Professor Mors]

Despite her present deficiencies in the physical and theoretical areas of the Force, Sa’ato could not deny, Silvanius was good at her job– at least, its more violent aspects. While the Neti hardly had time to watch the display of carnage with his eyes, the Living Force lurched and sputtered across his thoughts as the young woman dispatched their ranged foes with vicious speed. And, while the professor was actively making use of all tools at his disposal, he was hardly going to disagree, much less snap back at the blonde upstart’s advice. Kita’s additional pyrokinetic flourish had bought the professor precious seconds to stand and steady himself. And so, it was his turn.

Hissing in time with the activation of his shoto, Sa’ato lunged forward, plunging his smaller blade into the elongated eye socket of one abomination while forcefully, and literally disarming another. As the mutant amputee flailed in dismay, the professor wasted no time in putting it out of its misery with a followup slice across its sagging belly. In spite of all this, the third lumbering hulk still chose to charge the Neti all the same. Summoning the Force to his side, the professor took another labored leap, flipping up over the stampeding cretin and turning just enough to serve its leg just below the tendon.

As it fell with a cry and a whimper, Sa’ato narrowed his eyes on the remaining four combatants, a snarl bubbling free from his lips as he gave himself over to his frustration. Letting his aura soak up each drop of virulent anger, the professor allowed the first two combatants to attack at once. Catching blades aimed both high and low, the Neti twisted and contorted his body round and round, baffling his opponents as they fought to break his guard. It was only after the professor’s torso had made a full one-eighty that the errant Kaleesh realized their mistake. But by then, it was too late.

The elasticity of the lecturer's form proved too much, and as his frame suddenly spun back around, the overzealous warriors were torn to shreds by a cruel orange gyre. The remaining Kaleesh were caught in a moment of hesitation given the depth of the carnage, and that was window enough for Neti to make his closing argument. Sprinting forward, Sa’ato sent his right leg smashing into the juvenile hunter on the right, one, two, three ribs cracking from the impact as the dumbfounded warrior was sent hurtling in a pile of rubbish which buried them completely. With a failing battle cry, the remaining interloper mounted a desperate defense, but the ferocity of the Djem So could not be denied.

The professor batted and hammered the foe’s blade from side to side, until he finally disarmed the fool entirely, and brought both his weapons directly to bear on a barely-armored skull. As the body hit the ground, Sa’ato stood still for some time after, audibly heaving oxygen rich breaths into the putrid air. At last, having recuperated, the Neti deactivated his weapons, and approached the bloodied and beaten Arkanian he had espied before. Though albino humanoid certainly looked dead, closer inspection revealed a pulse, and forced, but consistent efforts to maintain airflow. “This one may yet be of use to us”, the Neti called out as he cut the man’s binds, “We will take him back with us”.

Indeed, Arkanians were hardly known for their generosity, much less traditions of free labor. Fishing this one from the edge of death however, and putting certain– chemical alterations in place, Sa’ato was confident he’d found a new research aid. This said and done, the professor moved to inspect the cylinders. They were worn, and were assuredly missing a few parts and power cells here and there. But in spite of that, “The genome matrices all seem to be intact”, the Neti explained with a tired nod, “They will serve our purposes”. “Now”, Sa’ato continued, rolling his shoulders and turning toward the back of the compound, “Let’s see if there isn’t a workable transmitter lying about– I for one am eager to leave this rust heap behind us…”.

[Kita_Ikari]

Sa'ato had defeated their opponents without even batting a eye. The moment he had gained his own momentum, he had already seared through, killed and maimed every kaleesh in his way. The power he displayed in the force obviously showed his training was ahead of her own in the force. Though when it came to skill she felt quite on par with her Sith companion. The force wasn't always something Silvanius preferred to rely on, but her intelligence when fighting instead. Still, she knew she needed more training.

Walking over to stand next to the neti, she stared down at the unconscious arkanian as Sa'ato checked his pulse. As he cut the man's binds, Silvanius felt slightly uncomfortable as she crossed her arms over her chest in attempt to try and comfort herself. The way the man had been treated and appeared only seemed to remind herself of the time she spent in the spire before returning to Jacobi's side.

"This one may yet be of use to us. We will take him back with us."

As he cared for the arkanian's wounds, the young Sith walked over to inspect the cylinders. Placing a hand on one of them, she tried to imagine what the mandolorian truly looked like before his unfortunate accident thats so badly disfigured him. She had spent nights imagining what he had looked like, but she wasn't sure if it was exactly gonna be how she imagined. Thinking on the task the neti was to perform , Kita grew a little concerned. "What if the blood sample is tainted with the darkside also due to my masters influence within his body? I don't want that to effect Jacobi again." It was a serious concern, and one Kita wanted to make sure was fully looked into before jacobi's DNA was used.

Glancing up from her train of thought, she listened to the neti with interest.

“The genome matrices all seem to be intact, They will serve our purposes. Now, Let’s see if there isn’t a workable transmitter lying about– I for one am eager to leave this rust heap behind us…”

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"I want to make sure that the blood sample is clear of any odd..." Silvanius paused as she tried to find the best way to say what she wanted. "Dark energies. That is...if its possible." The last thing Kita wanted was for Jacobi to not have to deal with another Tormentous. One was enough in this galaxy.

She handed the neti a small blood sample she managed to sneak out of the vials the new Dark lord and her master Lord Tormentous kept hidden away. Silvanius had managed to get just enough for the clone but not enough for Silas Karn to notice it had been touched. "How long will it take exactly for the clone to develop? Because I don't want any issues with this clones development."

She gave a serious look to her sith companion. It was almost scary how low her tone of voice went as she asked. It had been a long time in planning to do this, and Kita knew she was taking risks to release Jacobi from the Sith and back into society. "Now I just need to locate Ben Kenobi and see if he can help me transfer Jacobi into the clone." she thought. Kita didn't trust the sith with that far in the plan...and she didn't know anyone experienced enough in the force to do the task she seeked...except perhaps a jedi master. Kita knew that finding and convincing the Jedi wasn't going to be easy because of the mandolarians past, but it was something she needed to do.

[Professor Mors]

It had been some time since Sa’ato’s last visit to the ‘ancestral homeland’. Usually, he made a relaxed pilgrimage with his wife once every decade. That tradition had ceased upon her passing, however. In better days, the two had often reflected on the pensivity of the planet: the way in which the moisture clung to sloping vines, how the earth felt almost familiar when depressed beneath bare feet. Now, the lone Neti felt nothing at all– a hollowness so deep that no sound could echo within him. Thankfully, he was here neither to reminiscence nor engage in some spiritual self-evaluation.

For his and Kita’s purposes, it did not take the professor long to find an abandoned bunker half-sunken in the mud and underbrush of Myrkr. Many an ambitious hunter or outcasted poacher visited the world to make, or remove a mark. Few succeeded, much less lived to tell the tale. The academic had elected to make use of this particular property due to the smallness of the clearing in which it lay. During the rainy season, the small punchole of sunlight that had initially revealed the site would soon grow over, blanketing the duo’s little secret from scrying eyes. Of course, it was doubly-helpful that the surrounding wood was lousy with ysalamiri.

That too had certainly lent to Sa’ato’s listless temperament. Still, the infamous tree lizards did not obstruct the Neti’s natural powers of transformation, and after four modest trips, he had hauled the necessary equipment with Kita’s assistance. “It was the late Admiral Thrawn that first discovered the weaknesses of Spaarti cloning technology”, the professor began to explain as he hooked the cylinder up to a small armada of power cells, “Generating life in this manner, amidst the normal tides of the Force, almost always leads to mental degradation and madness”. Normally, the academic might have skipped the lecture, but knowing Sylvanius and her usual impetuance, it could not be helped.

“I cannot say for certain whether or not this will bar the vessel from any future sensitivity to the Force mind you”, Sa’ato cautioned, extending his long, root-like fingers to prepare the necessary programming, “There simply isn’t enough research”. More for the young woman’s sake than his own, the Neti forced a smile, “Still, our colleagues up in the canopy, along with keeping the subject’s mind intact, will also prevent wandering minds from locating our prize”. With that, the professor nodded his readiness, and inserted the blood sample in the required port. Keying the code to begin the genesis cycle, Sa’ato took a step back, and watched with keen interest.

The temperature in the bunker rose, and the chemical cocktail within the tank began to churn and bubble. Soon, its glass exterior fogged over entirely, and the pair was left with little to do but wait amidst the unnerving, pulsing hum of the cylinder. The minutes slowly slipped by, until a half hour had passed. Finally, the room began to cool, and the sheet of vapor steadily thawed within the whirring tube. Heaving a sigh which betrayed neither contentment or concern, the Neti motioned for Kita to inspect a holoscreen console affixed to the side of the cylinder. Having set the magnification of the observational sensors earlier, the image was perfectly clear: the small, cellular beginnings of an embryo.

“Calling your new state of affairs parenthood doesn’t feel quite right”, Sa’ato mused as he double-checked the other instruments and the comfortable stasis of the cylinder, “Still, I congratulate you on the beginning of a very strange journey. I still do not believe it is to your benefit as a student of the Dark Side, but I am curious to see where this path leads”. That was no lie. The Neti was immensely curious, and inwardly eager to see what threads of fate this would weave. Just how tangled, and terrible, were surely beyond comprehension…

[Kita_Ikari]

There was peace of mind as Kita looked over the area of ysalamiri as Silvanius helped the neti carry the equipment into there new secret location. At her request with the retired scholar, Silvanius knew these little lizards would help keep the cloned body safe from Tormentous or any other force sensitive being from there prying. She had experienced these lizards power first hand with Warvanus in her training.

Setting down the last piece of the equipment, she placed her hands on her hips and bent back to stretch out a kink in her back from the heavy lifting. Unlike her slightly upset companion, she didn't care if the area took away her force powers, for because of Jacobi she was well trained to rely on herself without them.

As she listened to the history of Thrawn, she frowned slightly annoyed. "Well I'm not expecting a super fast growth of the clone. The last thing I want to happen is some sort of disability to occur when I need the body." She replied. "And as far as the mental degration is concerned, this particular clone is more of a lifeless vessel in this case. A mere avatar so to speak. Not a full living being on its own like others. The person I want to transfer to this clone will be in control." She replied casually.

As Sa'ato took the blood sample and placed it in the cloning cylinder, Silvanius stepped back and watched the process quietly. It felt like hours for it to set up as the area warmed, however once it had settled and the cloning cylinder was operating fully, she stepped forward as the neti motioned her over. Her fading blue gaze stared at the holoscreen in awe as she looked at the embryo beginning to grow. It was strange to see and know this would be a new body for Jacobi to escape Tormentous and the darkside. But it was the only option she could think of to help him from his long imprisonment with the Dark Lord.

“Calling your new state of affairs parenthood doesn’t feel quite right, Still, I congratulate you on the beginning of a very strange journey. I still do not believe it is to your benefit as a student of the Dark Side, but I am curious to see where this path leads.”

Turning her head to her companion's comment, she agreed this was in no way parenthood to her. Especially since it was for someone who already existed. True also it wasn't a step in the darkside...but it was something she was needing to do before full corruption took over her mind. She had no idea where this path would lead...but she hoped for the best. Silvanius did have some thoughts come to mind of the consequences for doing this, but it was something in her heart she felt needed to be done.

"I couldn't agree more."