Sith Alchemy (Any Sith)

[Darth Nexus]

The scream echoed out over the halls of the Sith academy. The disturbing noise was being emitted by a slave, a very unfortunate slave whom Nexus had decided needed to be used. The man screamed once more as another wave of Dark Side energy was pumped into him. Tears leaked from his eyes and his throat was burning from the screams that he managed out every so often. Nexus could only shake his head as this time the leg did not repair itself but instead twisted the wrong way. No pain medication was used to dull the man's ache.

"To little, the body is rejecting it..."

Pulling out a scalpel Nexus sliced along the inside of the man's shin, pulling back skin and muscle he revealed the bone, another scream ripped out of Nexus' lab and into the hallway beyond. Surely by now his newest 'student' would hear them and come to investigate, Nexus was waiting for it. Why not teach the girl a little something about Sith Alchemy, she might have a knack at it with her Force affinity.

Taking out a book Nexus studied a diagram an then nodded. He placed his hand over the cut that went bone deep and focused, a wave of dark side energy passed form him to the wound, it tarted to distort. His eyes showed intrigue, a wonder at how it would work out. He focused more energy into the wound and soon it twisted and turned and finally it pulled back together, only now the wound was a dull grey, the tissue beneath had died. Muttering something inaudible Nexus pulled out his saber and activated it. Off came the man's leg from the knee down, another scram pierced the air followed by many sobs.

[Tynan Enid]

Drawn from her room by the sounds of someone in pain- pain which wasn't being inflicted by her. Abandoning her book in the room she had chosen, she walked barefoot through the hall until she found exactly what she had been looking for. The smell of blood, and burned flesh was a welcomed scent. Remineded her of the few times she had bothered to toy with what she had hunted. The smell and sight of tears on the terrified and screaming face was enough to make her consider helping the slave out- mind, she only considered it because she wanted to see if one of her own tests worked on every species but from the looks of it. This was how Darth Nexus got off.

Looking the slave over and Darth Nexus, her orange rimmed yellow eyes shimmering dimly with interest. She looked at the leg which had been severed. Removed because of dead muscles when there was still perfectly good nerves which could have been manipulated. What a waste.

Touching the slaves face, clamping him mouth shut, despite her enjoyment of his screams. She was more interested in what was coming next though the slave still jerked his head in protest to which Tynan dug her nails into his face. Drawing very little blood, however the small pulse of power she sent through his jaw making the slave lose control of the muscles which controlled it. Tynan made a note of the slave's ears- she liked them.

[Darth Nexus]

Nexus merely turned his head to the side a bit to actually let know Tynan know he knew she was there. However when she came over and attempted to actually touch his latest experiment she would get a nasty Force blast to shove her into the wall and keep her from laying hand on the man. Nexus' eyes flicked up to her and he shook his head, she could watch, but not touch.

The man now became quiet despite his pain, he wasn't able to scream right now sine Tynan had gotten her little trick off. She was good, maybe she had the potential to follow Nexus on the path of Sith Alchemy, but it would be a long road.

Moving back to the burning flesh at the man's leg Nexus concentrated once more, then stopped as he thought of something. Grabbing a nearby holocron he sat it down on atable a few inches away and tapped the top. Out popped a rather old looking man who appeared to be in his late 80s to early 90s. The face of the man seemed to twist into anger as Nexus looked down at the miniature version of Darth Plageous, this was Nexus' first Holocron and the one he had learned all his secrets from.

"Regrowth."

Nexus hissed at the holocron and the guardian reluctantly searched threw data. Nexus waited, not paying attention to Tynan but keeping a nice sense on the body, Should it be touched she would receive another push.

"Data accessed at 0967 Naboo standard time. Information request confirmed, Hal'rath Fresto confirmed."

Nexus turned his head to Tynan and shot her a look of death, if she repeated what she had just heard she would pay dearly for it.

[]"The information you seek is being displayed now."[/i]

Nexus stood and absorbed the words in front of him, a few holograms played showing Plageous trying the same thing, with similar results, up until he used a piece of tissue as a catalyst. Shutting off the holocron Nexus slipped it back to it's resting place on a high shelf, using the Force to put it there.

Picking up the man's severed leg Nexus pulled off a chunk of flesh and set it on the table below the stump that was his left leg now. Re-assuming his position Nexus concentrated and soon new tissue formed around the existing tissue, growing out a new leg from the knew down. His eyes lighted up as he marked down the results on a data pad.

"You can help by reading those books over there on Alchemy basics."

He said nodding to a stack of books on another desk with a stool.

[Tynan Enid]

Bearing her teeth at Darth Nexus, if anything she had simply made his work a little eaisier. She would pay him back in no time. And gave her the opportunity to hear something other than the beautiful sound of the slaves cries of agony. Such a baby, it had only been half his leg after all- though she wanted very much to have done it herself. Mind you her technique was far different than his. She liking to take her time while he seemed as if he were in a hurry- mind you she enjoy slowly peeling skin, not hack so callously away at a pefectly good body with an active and lively nervous system.

Catching a glimpse of whatever it was he was referncing, Tynan lost interest in him and whatever it was he was doing. Again she wanted to touch the slave- removing those ears for her own collection she had long ago started. She had so many bits and pieces of her favorite pieces of people and things she had met. She even wore one tooth from several different species around her ankle- though her boot usually covered it, she was under the small and noticable influence that carrying the little trophies with her brought her better chances at catching or succeeding in something she relished in. Like skinning beings, like that slave which Darth Nexus was practiacally dangling infront of her, alive. Her left hand making a first, a fingernail indenting into her flesh- a reminder of the muscle soarness she had suffered before and what little she felt now. Her stressing the muscles technique had worked.

And as for his 'death glares', Tynan gave little to no notice of themed. His personal opinion on her ability to not to speak to anyone, when she had succeeded in not saying a single word since having arrived here, was of his own agenda. Tynan had no interest in anyone or anything excet her own personal list of what to do, how to do it by, and which was to go in which to succeed in it. Her fingers twitched at the thought of exceeding the power of this odd and annoying creature called Darth Nexus and getting her exact and vital retalliation- which would end in his death for hers was unlikely. She had a survival rate too high, though his was unknown- he had power to back it up and to this, Tynan scoffed softly at her own thoughts at his chances of survival if she had been or was at the level he was.

Just as she was beginning to lose interest, Tynan watched as he removed tissue and with what she could sence of his power influencing the bit of meat, regrew the leg. Her eyes shimmered for a moment- regeneration. He was studying, researching, learning regeneration by taking dramatic pieces from the slave. Tricky, intelligent- something both could benefit from if used appropriately. Tynan smirked fadedly, the action appearing and disspearing within the time of a blink, so this is why he was wasting perfectly good flesh. Very slowly, Tynan reacted to the sound of his voice. She had been preoccupied with her own thoughts and his voice was simply a tiny sound in comparison to her own inner voice.
"You can help by reading those books over there on Alchemy basics."

Who was he to say she should help him? He was the one pushing her around, attracting her with promising visions of power and sounds so sensational it actually made her heart shudder into a quick beat before her natural calm choked away the excitment is felt. Moving slowly, as if of her own accord, she picked up a darkly colored book and flipped it open. Amber eyes began reading, though she stood with the book up as to continue watching Darth Nexus and the toy he so tantalizingly dangled so close to her.

[Darth Nexus]

Looking down at the new flesh Nexus jotted down a few more notes on the data pad laying on the 'work' bench. He took a blood sample, sedated the man so he would stop flailing about, and then ran few tests on the tissue. It was technically "live" tissue, although it lacked the traits that made something living. The blood in it was almost dry, as if it has become a thick ooze. The flesh itself was a dull grey and cold to the touch.

Taking even more notes after the blood tests had finished Nexus let out a chuckle, the flesh was dead. Although it remained animated and the man was able to use it as a normal calf and foot, the part itself was dead. The only thing keeping it alive was the fact that it was reconnected to the brain and it was receiving neural commands. Nexus wondered if even those would eventually fail but for now he wasn't concerned, he had a new weapon.

"Tynan Enid..."

Nexus had actually used her full name, a sign that he was 'trusting' her more and more.

".. take this 'experiment' to the cells and leave him in number 12. Leave food and a bottle of water as well, we'll be using him again later."

Turning away from both the man and Tynan Nexus walked over to a collection of data pads, various different trials in progress, he was curious to see how his other experiments were doing, but he would have to wait for Tynan to return before he would indulge more.

[Tynan Enid]

Tynan raised an eyebrow- again with his commanding about.Though this time he used her full name. A thought passed her mind if he would submit is she passed him in power and rank. Despite this appealing thought of him begging forgiveness under her unyeliding power to come, her grip on the book tightened. Her annoyance more with being disturbed with her reading than the given command. Perhaps she was to easy to appease at times but this was valuable knowledge she was gaining from this foul being and despite her issues with him, one must go through the act of submittal even if just for the acting out of it.

Not setting down her book, Tynan walked over, waving a hand over the slaves body. The soft snapping of the locks coming open could be heard. Without a word, Tynan lifted the slave to his feet- making him walk on his own barely alive leg and his living one. The man stried to scream, but still found he could not make anymore than a muffled whimper. Tynan waved a hand, the small bit of force she used pushing the slave foreward to walk. Reluctantly and strainingly, the slave walked- every time it paused to recover for a moment she pushed him again. This continued with her forcing him down the hall as she read and the slave whimpered muffled screams of pain.

Gripping the back of the slaves neck, Tynan opened the door by taking a moment from her book and opened the door with what power she had through the force. The slave protested at first but quickly found himself unable to fight against the force of Tynan's grip on the pressure points within his neck. As he scrabbled at her hands with his dull and unkept nails, Tynan applied more pressure to the point and he froze- eyes wide. Tynan the shoved him into the cell, the man fell foreward- tumbling and landing on his stomach on the floor. Tears streamed down his face as the sound of the door slamming echoed down the halls and the sound of it locking securely seeming twice as loud- as if it were a dooming omen to the slave.

Disgusted, though slightly intrigued- was this slave truely this unbroken. The raw emotion was entertaining, and though her amusment was short lived as her eyes returned to the page, she mumbled to him as she set food and water in with him about his jaw unlocking within an hour. Turning, bare feet making no sound, Tynan began to walk back towards the room- though she did pause for a long moment. A highlighted paragraph catching her attenion and she gave herself time to read it throughly. Interesting that the being she held such a hatred against had such a keen mind for poignant phrases and sections in such an illustrious book such as the one she held in her hands.

Continuing, Tynan reentered the room, not looking up she muttered something about having done it and using his name at the end of the sentence- though it was obvious her mind was elsewhere on these words which currently sung a greater symphotny than that od thousands dying in heated fury or simply enjoyable war. Tynan stood still, eyes barely seeming to move as she continued to read. To most her ability to stand completely still would unnerve or make them curious, though in the case of Darth Nexus this was highly unlikely.

[Darth Nexus]

Nexus looked threw pads as his apprentice, yes he could safely call her that now, did her assigned work. She did it rather quickly and within five minutes she was back and reading again, Nexus doubted she had ever dropped the book, although she might have if she had needed to actually see what she was doing.

Sighing out loud Nexus threw down a pad ad turned, facing his reading apprentice he almost hissed out her name.

"Tynan, go grab the man from cell 13B, time for a trial by error session."

Nexus turned and picked up the pad he had just thrown back into the pile and set it on the work table. Pressing down on the power button he activated the small screen and scanned over a plethora of knowledge about the subject. Blood type, age, weight, height, physical condition, all were necessary for controlled experiments. Nexus, if one could see his face, would probably be grinning right now at the read outs. The man had yet to be used as a trial subject, and as such was perfect for a first time run threw with Tynan. She should get some sort of her sick pleasure out of this.

[Tynan Enid]

With a heavy sigh, Tynan turned and left the room. Having been over half way through the book, Tynan had no complaint beyond the sigh. A chance to gain more ground in this text was more than appeasing to her. Shoving past some clloaked being or another in the hallway, Tynan walked back down the hallways, eyes only deviating long enough to scan numbers. She passed the cell she had just set the first slave in- the sound of him scrambling away from the door was enough to make her pause. Not only to take a moment to read, but to make him wet himself- which was apparent he did after a short time for the smell drifted right though the door. Bad diet, too bad. He'd die without a better nutrient system- what a waste of a good set of ears.


Continuing walking Tynan's continuing her slow and steady breathing. She found herself unwilling by all and every means to stop reading this tome of overflowing knowledge. This book was enthralling with the theories, facts and data- the side notes which lined the pages gave her insight to more abilites and tricks she had often thought of before, but only as a random thought. Eyes shimmering with a almost reounding glee at this information, Tynan made it a point to pass the cell she had been told to go to a few times- simply to pace out her next to last chaper. This book- this book opened so many possiblities is the words within them were true. Pausing, she heard shuffling- the eyes of the being on the inside of te cell could be seen. Such a brilliant and perceptive glimmer of emerald, watched her- Tynan found an instant desire of owning these.

As Tynan opened the door, the tall green eyed man charged her. Tynan, without setting her book down, without looking up or losing the very word she was on stepped aside and allowed the man to slam into the wall behind her. As he let out a loud grunt and started to stand, Tynan pressed a hand against the soft flesh of his back. The man gasped and his scream of shock and pain echoed down the hall- jerking away the man panted and Tynan continued to read her book. The man turned to run, Tynan's hand rested now between his neck and his shoulder- just in the crook. He screamed as Tynan pressed into the groove- and he began to beg already. Mind you it was wordless, mindless begging but for now it sufficed.

Though for a moment, a bare moment, Tynan relaxed with this man at her fingertips and this was when he took initative to try and strike her with all the strength he could within one hand. Tynan grabbed the oncoming hand and twisted it and his around- bending it at an odd angle behind him, Tynan steered the man to the room where Darth Nexus waited and as she stepped into the room, she read the last word of the book. Snapping it shut, she not only released the man's wrist but kicked him foreward. The man stumbled and fell to his hands and knees infront of Darth Nexus as Tynan's orange rimmed, amber eyes glimmering dimly before she set the book back in it's original location.

She spoke, "There is what you wanted."

[Darth Nexus]

"No trouble I hope..."

Nexus looked down at the man and the man looked up at him. Obviously this one was fresh since Nexus had only scanned his file, he usually let the other slaves take care of that information since it was to much of a time waster for him. The man attempted to stand but Nexus' hand on his shoulder stopped him. Nexus gave it a squeeze and his fingers dug into a pressure point. The man gritted his teeth an tried to stand but to no avail.

Picking him up by the shoulder nexus sat him on the table and then slipped ht man's sleeve up. He pulled out an injector and slammed it down on the inside of the man's forearm. The ex-merchant now slave squealed with pain and Nexus pushed him back onto the work table. In a matter of seconds the man was out cold and Nexus grunted.

"Strap him down, we'll start by teaching you the basics."

Turning back around Nexus picked up the pad that the merchant had knocked to the ground by merely floating it up. Wrapping his gloved fingers back around the data pad Nexus handed it to Tynan as she finished her newest task and then sat down in a chair on the far wall of the lab.

"Change his skin color and you pass your first test, using only the Force of course.Oh and he has to survive the operation."

Nexus held a second copy of the data pad that Tynan now held, and they were linked if Nexus saw something that wasn't going to go well he could stop her quickly. It was a guided test so to speak, but the best way to learn was to try things out for one's self was it not?

[Tynan Enid]

After bucking the man down, Tynan could not believe what the being she hated with so much fury suddenly presented her. A toy. A project. A task which she had no ability to say no to after reading what she had. Regurgitating everthing she had read in the manner- in severe handwriting and drastic appreviations, Tynan looked about for a moment. Thoughts of far more than changing skin color buzzing through her excited mind, she exhaled softly- everything settling calmly and securely in her mind.

Slowly, she began to add her notes to the pad itself- the words were more severly shortened and the handwriting almost completely illegible. Mostly because she could read but could barely write. Eyes focusing on the tied down man, she used nither knife nor nail- but rather the force itself. Removing a section of the man's flesh from his stomach- the man waking up and instantly begining to scream. Tynan's hand locked onto his jaw- sending a force pulse through it and silencing him by locking his jaw.

The man's eyes grew wide as he watches Tynan change the bit of flesh to a delightful deep cyan. He grew pale and shifted uneaisily. Tynan wrote on the paper- the simple notice of flesh to cyan with only a minimal percentage of power use through arranging a simple series of genertic coding. With a slight raise to her eyebrow, Tynan focused of the center of the man- slowly and effiecently arranging the gentic coding as the man's skin slowly began to shift from lightly tanned flesh towards a pale cyan which slowly began to deepen.

[Darth Pandoras]

"Impressive."

In the door way stood Darth Pandoras, watching as the new recruit practiced an elementary level Force Alchemy technique. With the possible exception of their master, Pandoras was the closest in skill in force Alchemy to Nexus, solely because he had managed to raid the library of the text pertaining to it before Nexus had arrived. In truth he could have surpassed him if he put his efforts into it, but Pandoras had been taking a different path to his training. While others practiced at the temple, he left for the wilderness of Korriban. No other knew what he did out there, as those to follow didn't make it back alive, until today.

That was the purpose of his being here. He managed to stop his latest stalker, a fellow Sith student, while she was following him. He had taken the liberty of already locking her in a recently vacated cell in Nexus's dungeon. He knew he would start having a shortage of victims if his progress didn't slow down, as he had been keeping track of the number of bodies, among other things, that came out of his laboratories. That was where Pandorases supremacy was held at the moment, his control over the temple itself.

Pandoras continued to walk in, not giving away an attention to the students continued efforts. He headed directly to Nexus, as he had business to discuss.

"I had a scrape with one of our peers earlier today. She managed to live, though she doesn't have any hands. You will find her force sensitive flesh more useful than this riffraff. The cells are more used to handling the Force. Less permanent damage, but requires more strain on the performer."

Pandorases hand slid across a near by work bench, placing the triangular form of a holocron on it, one Nexus would ultimately deduce was from his private collection, which along with the deepest computer records was the only thing Pandoras kept from him. Two gifts in one day, a sign of a possible truce. Pandoras currently held their Masters favor, and Pandoras needed to hold that position. Nexus was a good choice for that, as Pandorases library was useful to him while Nexuses pursuits kept him busy from internal affairs for the moment. As the two strongest Sith aside from the Lord, a cease fire was beneficial to both....for the moment.

"Though it seems you may have gotten the best prize today already."

Pandoras turned away from Nexus to the girl now, eyes slowly examining her. Her body was well-built, a subtle strength in it though comparatively lacking in agility. That did not keep her sense of guile away form Pandorases sight though, as the mental image of a sleek predator came to mind. What caught Pandorases attention the most though was the rage around her, near tangible to be point of being able to taste it. It seemed unfulfilled, matching the inner rage Pandoras focused under his subtle charm. Yes, this one craved power. Not just the subtle slow study of power that Nexus thrived on, but the tangible power that only dominance, fear, and authority could give. The power that Pandoras currently controlled. Pandorases eyes drifted to the girl to the experiment, wondering how well she would finish the job.

[Darth Nexus]

Nexus watched as his student went to work on her little toy, she was sadistic that was for sure. Although Nexus did't mind he wished she would at least stop giving this look of sheer delight, showing emotion was a weakness in Nexus' mind. While he would use his emotions to fuel his power he wouldn't show his emotion, the power of a true Sith was to use your emotions yet not show them, to allow those feelings of hate, anger, pain, and pure rage to drive you forward while keeping a cool demeanor.

When the voice of a very familiar person cut the air Nexus' eyes flickered over to the man and he only nodded his head to acknowledge that Pandoras was there. Pandoras was amazingly one person Nexus now respected here in the academy. Unlike the rest of the lower acolytes Nexus and Pandoras were the top of their class, Nexus was the only new Dark Lord however, as his ability to do and handle Sith Alchemy was rare. Pandoras was most definitely on his way to becoming the librarian of the SIth, the one who ran the library and took care of all the Temple's daily aspects. He was valuable, not only to Nexus but to everyone. Pandoras was intelligent and not to be underestimated.

"Good the weaklings were starting to become useless anyways. As for the prize... well she is talented isn't she?"

Nexus watched as the color finished changing and he noted something down on his data pad. He glanced at the new holocron, a gift as it were, a sign of a truce. Nexus would definitely see that he owed Pandoras nothing by the end of this day, and so an idea came to him.

"There's a new holocron on my desk out front, I've gotten what I need from it, feel free to take it back to be 'filed' in your library. Speaking of which I need a book on Dark Side Nexus Points, I have an idea on how to help us... train."

Nexus waved his hand and the holocron Pandoras had set down slid across the table to him, Nexus snatched it up and slid it into a pocket of his robes.

"Need anything else sir?"

Pandoras was technically a higher rank than him, he was their mission lead whenever Malfius callled that forward.

[Darth Pandoras]

"Talented? Not particularly, but for the Sith ambition is by far the more useful quality. She doesn't seem cut out to be a Sith Lord like you though, better suited for a marauder maybe. Put that rage and body to good use."

Pandoras motioned the holocron to his hand, catching it as it slid across the table. He was not particularly interested in it, but a bargaining chip to someone else was always a welcome treat.

"She would be more useful for your bodyguard than disciple, you should let me have some time with her."

While Pandoras accepted Nexuses talent, he did not hold Sith Alchemy in high regard. It was sporadic at best, and unreliable. Besides, what good is flesh to those of the force? It had its uses, but was not something Pandoras was going to count on or put into regular practice.

"I plan to do a bit of hunting...locals for your uses among conquering the planet. I want you to come along, we'll need practice for our mission...perhaps you should bring the girl."

[Tynan Enid]

A figure entered, though this held not a tinge nor bit of concern for Tynan, it was still something to notice. The room was slowly gaining another person, another being who reeked, in her mind, as Darth Nexus did. The man below her amber watch squirmed, shrilled, and curled his toes- flexing his fingers and fingertips as the pain surged through him. The reasoning behind this somewhat painless process was the swirls of design being carved into his back as a marker of her work. Something she had always done, a marker so all saw what she left behind was indeed her work.

Idle conversation was the only thing Tynan registered outside of her toy and the bit of power she was utilizing. Amber eyes flickering for a bare moment as one word- one simple, daringly said word was uttered. "Though it seems you may have gotten the best prize today already." Once was tolerable, excusable as a slip of the tongue- but it contiued from one to the other. As for the prize...- a deep laceration tore down the spine of her subject and he screamed as the pain ripped his lips apart. The idle enjoyment of this sent her palm to the jaw of the being- no force power behind it, though the sound of a sickeing crunch could be head.

Subjects eyes growing dim, Tynan Enid's amber eyes- long having focused on the two men before her, they stayed bright. She was no prize nor did she intend to be passed from being to being. A quite thought of passing through the test subjects became a subtle promise to tamper with the work. Why not? They were caged and she- well had more than enough time to poke about. The man under her palm, twitched- still alive, still breathing. Tynan then demostrated one of her best talents, visual learning.

Eyes never leaving the two men, the being below her palm began to twitch. A seizure from the pain she refused to relieve as his skin faded into a deep violet and as the just broken bone and tissue of his jaw. Amber consuming the last tinge of orange- last bits of what she held of her father depleating completely. The reformed jaw held a perfectionists look- not the jaw the man once possessed but should have if not for long past accidents and such. The seizure stopped as slowl curls cuts into the mans chest and up his throat- marking the last bit as she moved away from him. Something they would never catch onto was the flaw. The internal flaw which she had carved into the beings heart and lungs. He'd die within the evening and this was all he deserved.

Writing one vulgar word on the notpad, Tynan stepped away from the work table and with no request of leave, bow or any of the sort, stepped out of the room. Leaving the two to continue their clucking and for her to go begin her small attention to those mentioned and those eaisily found in locked boxes.

[Darth Pandoras]

~Seems this one hasn't been broken by Nexus yet.......more to her than I gave credit. Still, pride is always shames company.....~

Pandoras turned back to Nexus after the show was finished. He wore his usual light-hearted expression, causing more discomfort with casual confidence than most Sith could wish with their sociopathic temperaments.

"Are you becoming lenient in security Nexus? Gather a few choice abominations from your holds. Nothing dead, but as inhuman as possible. Meet me in the hanger, we'll use your shuttle for transport. The girl and I will meet you there."

Pandoras had plans for Nexuses mistake, better to put them to use now that they "lived" yet were too twisted to experiment on reliably. They would send a great message to the people on the planet. Pandoras left with that, knowing that Nexus knew the most twisted to choose from to get the job done. He left the room and pursued the girl, knowing to recognize an opening when he saw it. He eventually found her moving among the cells, perhaps hoping to vent her frustration out on them.

"You know, your not going to get above the basic students if you walk around reeking of shame like that."

Pandoras leaned against the halls wall, wearing the most infuriating smile he could hope to muster. He hoped by doing so, combined with his choice words, he would anger her enough for her to retort, to challenge his claims. He didn't particularly care if he was right at all, he just wanted her attention. She had ambition, that was certain. Ambition without direction only led to ruin however, and if she wasn't careful she would end up like the other acolyte in the cell.

Though that was being generous, as she was the only one to live against Pandoras so far......and given Nexuses futile sadism she would hardly be so lucky.

[Tynan Enid]

She payed him no mind, her attention having been taking by the thought of something she had read in the first book. The amusement of alteration, of reshaping and the visual learning of something someone such as Darth Nexus had simply learned- the wonderment of whether or not the monster had figured out applying it to oneself as living cells rather than overgrown deceased flesh. But as those words passing so slyly by her ears registered, the shriek of one being beyond the cell sounded as a largo wound tore the flesh of a sleeping slave. Who said she wasn't already beyond basics- regeration was something not everyone could know.

Turning gracefully, bare feet making no sound on the floor, her poise keeping her movement unthreatening and her gestures broad- seemingly welcoming, Tynan Enid's eyes glimmered dimly with the recognition of his idle words. It was said with ease, the intent obvious and Tynan Enid- though still angered, found no reason to retaliate beyond giving him the benefit of her disinterested attention.

[Darth Pandoras]

Pandorases grin widened as Tynan made a turn to acknowledge him. He was hoping for a rebuttal, but got merely attention. if she had continued to ignore him that would have been one matter, but she instead chose to listen. That was even worse than an answer, as it was basically admitting what he had said to be true.

"Your filled with shame, because we talk of you as an object, we order you around, and you can't do anything about it right now. Your wounded pride turns to shame, making you vulnerably. Your ashamed you couldn't just kill us both then and there, ashamed for all your power you couldn't lift a hand to us. The reason of the Sith doctrine is not to cause you to loathe all your fellow Sith, but to make them stronger through discipline and humility. Control your shame, as if it is still so obvious as it is now you'll soon lose all the respect you have gained here."

Padoras walked past her, having said his piece. He had neglected to mention the cold truth bluntly, that until she could face them openly, she was but an object to them. If she couldn't conquer her pride just yet, at least she could take solace in the fact she at least held value. After all, while Pandoras and Nexus had just agreed to stop fighting each other, they had also just openly admitted that they would fight for influence over her.

"Shame is the heart of the Jedi, not the Sith. If you feel ashamed of your value, of that you are gifted in the force, you become one of those dogs. A Sith claims nothing of his power, as he always wants more."

Pandoras started moving down the hall again, leaving her to her preparations. She would not be finishing her plans for the moment, as Pandoras had plans for her. He wanted to see exactly what she was capable of.

"You will get ready and head for the hanger bay, you have a job to do. You will be there.....or you wont be anything for long."

[Tynan Enid]

Tynan listened, not in ashamed silence but rather to see what exactly this creature had to say. He spoke of shame and her pride, and as he spoke her mind wandered from moment to moment. Watching and studying the face before her and contemplating carving her marker into after taking that lovely jawline for her collection. Something about that callous look on his face- raising an eyebrow as his last words came. How disrespectful he was of even someone who had so much value though spoken of as nothing more than a ragdoll or trophy.

Quite the instead of going her own way, she followed him for only a few paces past him. Standing in his way, in the path of someone who could do no more than hurt her physically, she spread her arms as if to show generosity. She was familiar with his kind, his speeches, his words. She was neither amused or unamused, held no delusions of one upping someone of superiority- though she wished no more than to embed her power into his mind like a worm, drilling out what she pleased and leaving him an empty shell- but perhaps, like with her plans with Nexus, this would one day occur.

It was that smile which bothered her so. Shame and pride- what an odd choice for someone to mark against her. But this was to be left for later consideration. Something he said had struck her as interesting and she sought to correct it. Standing still, eyes meeting his, loathing and hate so obvious and still harboring more, darkly colored lips parted as the simple quote passed- her tone holding and harboring only a false sincereity and a dark seriousness, "The more things a man is ashamed of, the more respectable he is. "

This said, Tynan gave only a faint smile- similar to a grimace, barly a bit longer. This gesture was made to show simply understanding as the sound of the pervious screamer ended. Bare feet making no sound as she passed by him once again, coming within bare inches of him. Daring, but this was somthing she had done. Her ability to survive, to challenge and push- this was her curse and her preferred passtime. Pressing and pushing. Tynan, continued past him, her only words now were also simple, "Tynan Enid is never late," then turned a corner.

[Darth Pandoras]

As Tynan turned the corner, Pandorases confident smile beamed even brighter.

~Oh how observant of her.....she seems to be learning quickly. Yes, she will do nicely.~

Pandoras started walking toward the hanger, seemingly letting Tynan win the little yelling match. It was good to let beginnings be paved with victory, it fills the traveler with confidence and gives them a taste of reward they will strive to achieve. The success of irking one of her superiors made he turn around, and it was that initial reward that made her rebuttal after he had finished. Oh how success was natures most addictive stimulant. She had even given him her name without prompting, knowing that he would use it in the future.

~I wonder how long she'll put up with him...~

Pandoras started to hum as he continued on his way. Round 2 is his little game would begin very shortly.