"Alright - always best to double-check." She replied as the shuttle came into view of the landscape of Malachor V. At the last piece of wit from the Zeltron, she smiled. "That's the kind of attitude I like to see when it comes to acolytes - confidence in their abilities to outperform others in whatever field they pursue. I can only hope... well, that I end up finding some other Sith like yourself." That sensation of pride, even as a youth with inexperience in the Force yet experience in their field of choice was something strange to Vanessa. She had always experienced the Dark Side first, with other skills coming secondary to it - at least that was how her path came to be.
The shuttle soon landed, and Vanessa motioned to the carcasses, the repulsorsleds traveling down its ramp. "Welcome to home for me - at least it was twenty years ago. I dusted everything off a few months ago. Here is where the magic of crafting abominations happens. Well, that, and other specialized research." She said. They would head to the main laboratory, passing a glass case with some lightsabers in it, some computers projecting holograms of various former Imperial superweapons, a machine with Artusian crystals, what appeared to be a hollow stylized statue of a woman, and a table upon which surgical and technological tools were placed. The repulsorsleds stopped next to this table as Vanessa moved to place Tavion Axmis's body on it, causing it to lie back-first.
"Now comes the part you're more suited for." She said. "we want the body to be able to move with the relative dexterity it had while alive." She passed Farah a scalpel, a drill, and a small bucket of micro-servos. "Take these micro-servos and put them in the main arm and leg joints. feel free to cut away at the tissue if you have to - all we want is for its appendages to have the kind of flexibility they had in life."