Private Artificial Sith Relations

[Akhuul Sautra]

Tag: Lucia Naberrie
Location: Outside the Tomb of Marka Ragnos, Korriban
Equipment: In Bio

Once again, I returned the world of my birth. The ancient sands whistled in the wind. The desolation on this world was a peace I only knew in the bowels of my fortress station home, particularly in my private sanctum. However, instead of a cold silence this was a a quiet symphony. The sands whistled around my large frame. The faster winds howled like a melody far above my head towards the top of the canyon this tomb was found in. Occasionally the bellow of some beast of the desert would echo through the gorge punctuating the whispers of nature. Ironic that the home of the Sith appeared like a dream retreat for a Jedi at this moment.

Unlike my past excursions on this world, I was not here to recover artifacts of ancient Sith culture. My culture. Instead, it was to cement the results of a small amount of early politicking. In the times of my reemergence from the void, I have learned that those who claim to inherit the title of my people and our ways live in an oxymoron. They follow the commands of a "Corpse Emperor", yet are splintered into petulant tribes claiming certain methodologies as superior. They claim to try to reforge another Sith Empire, yet squabble like children over who should be in charge of it. It is laughable.

However, I was stuck in such a time. Gone were the days where Sith were truly feared. We were now seen as pests in the galaxy. Pretender cultists in the Dark Empire were the only ones not dismissed as such, yet they barely held to the principles of what it truly means to be Sith. They cling to traditions devised long after any Sith Empire took root. They live in the open using methods the Sith used to cling to existence in the shadows. Their drive was something to commend though. Their sudden burst of life has accomplished much while the supposedly true Sith malingered on worlds far from the ancestral home.

One of these near-tribalist clans, the Kainite, has taken the effort to take the ancestral home of all Sith. They are pompous hedonists from what I have seen, but they are doing what none of the others seem to have the will power to do. For my designs, this Kainite are the ones most useful compared to the others at this point. They at least pretend to champion my people's ways better than the others.

In this case, a Darth Xyrah was met with. A specimen of utter hubris in this present age. However, his fascinations may prove useful. A mortal who cares for technology, even if more inclined to seek pleasure, would make for a good point to learn of these supposed successors of the Sith. With that, a secret alliance has been struck. One of his prized machines in exchange for me to share some of my ritual knowledge when Xyrah inquired. Both were performed in secret of a greater master, a Darth Carnifex.

I had an encounter with this mechanical servant quite some time ago. I found it intriguing. A machine designed to mimic life, where is my machine was supposed to imprison life. My curiosity was piqued, and the elegant features gave rise to thoughts I had not even entertained since being biological. Perhaps it was an old cognitive impulse. Producing a legacy was of no concern, but perhaps partnership could do well for the mind as I furthered my ambitions. This unit would be such a companion to me in exchange for a secretive favor to its original controller.

I had a security retinue of my android servants. Just the Soldiers with an Officer present. A few Slaves were on hand to manage any items given, but could also serve as living shields against a foul turn of negotiations. Outside this tomb, in the twilight of my ancient birth world, I awaited this future companion that could anchor my sources of knowledge in this present age. The other retinue was not late yet.

 

[Lucia Naberrie]

Location: Outside the Tomb of Marka Ragnos, Korriban
Tag: Akhuul Sautra

A pink-hulled N-ETL starfighter touched down not too far away from the outside of the tomb, visible to the living android Sith Lord and his retinue of servants as they gathered outside the sepulcher. Mere moments after the craft’s engines fell silent, Lucia stepped out and gracefully floated her way down to the red-hued surface, before her feet finally touched the ground with delicate, precise poise. Then, the gynoid made her way forward towards the assembled group with a bouncy, full-hipped stride, her light sepia-toned features concealed beneath a panoramic sensor mask which hid a neutral, but not overly-cold expression.

However, before long, said expression was revealed as the mask turned transparent. Out of an abundance of caution, Lucia was unwilling to take it off, even if the Sith Lord himself presented no danger. There was a small, but not insignificant chance that Sithspawn raiders, bandits, and other rogues were lurking in the area. In such a case, the gynoid had no intention of allowing herself to be caught unprepared, evident by the large disruptor attached to her back.

Nevertheless, as soon as she was close enough, Lucia lowered herself into a kneel before the android Sith Lord, unwilling to spare him the veneration that was his right even with the potential danger. His appearance was much the same as her memory banks recalled him, a sign that he kept his chassis in good maintenance and thus, an indicator of strength.

“This unit is at your service, my Lord. She offers her apologies, if she arrived at an inopportune time.” Lucia offered, before slowly rising back up onto her feet. From there, her photoreceptors took in the androids in Akhuul Sautra’s retinue. They were not dissimilar to the Sith Lord’s design, yet were obviously subservient in nature. However, of particular note were the weapons that they carried—heavy black rifles with a glowing crimson energy channel running down the barrel. The gynoid felt her cognition systems surge with curiosity at their design, but she ultimately held back the urge to ask further, knowing that there would be a better opportunity to do so later.

For now, it was time to process what the android Lord had to present for her.

Spoiler: Loadout

• Bloodflower Sapphire
  
  • Arms
    
    • FAE/M-02 Energized Gauntlet Vibroblade (2) - L/R
  • Energy Shield
    
    • Phase III “Force Avenger” Energy Shield
  • Utility
    
    • Synthspray
• TBG/AI-01 "Defiler" Ion Disruptor Rifle
  
  • Ammunition
    
    • Power Cell (10)
    • Plasma Cartridge (2)
    • Tibanna Gas Cartridge (2)
  • Attachments
    
    • 1-5x FAE/S-08 Electro-Sight

 

[Akhuul Sautra]

Tag: Lucia Naberrie
Location: Outside the Tomb of Marka Ragnos, Korriban
Equipment: In Bio

The pink-hulled ship arrived. A strange custom of those who claim to inherit my people's name and legacy. It mattered little though. I was going to leave this ship where it was. The unit's masters would know what to do with it, and would likely be here quick enough before any infesting abominations of this world pick it apart for whatever purposes their twisted mockeries of minds could conceive.

Then, it emerged from the ship. A form meant to mimic organic life, yet moving in a flowing way nigh impossible for such beings. Since transforming, I found that the inorganic have been easier to relate with. I was a living soul caged in an android's body and powering its digital mind. This was the inverse. I was intrigued, and wondered if perhaps I could make this mind into someone I could trust. The living Sith were debaucherous and filled with hubris. I could mold this mind though. Through that, this droid could serve well. It would take time though. In the meantime, there were other benefits.

It strode to meet me and my retinue. My ocular receivers did not pick up motion behind this droid. It was by itself with only me. Perfection. It then kneeled before me, even better. "Rise.", I coldly commanded in my people's tongue, "You have arrived within agreed parameters." The fact it was alone meant that a few protective measures could be made. It was no work of genius to know its masters were likely employing tracking measures. There would need to be some measures taken to ensure my secrecy from these other Sith. This tomb provided privacy, but also a place to take these measures before bringing this droid to Sautra Vokh.

"Did your master's explain your mission?", was what I inquired while my hollow gaze looked to its large eye-constructs. Far more complex than mine, though I had no means of envy with the amount of fear I have found among the living using my current visage. "Have you been prepared in some way for what may lie ahead?", was what I added to my inquiry as I still spoke in the ancient language of my people.

 

[Lucia Naberrie]

Location: Outside the Tomb of Marka Ragnos, Korriban
Tag: Akhuul Sautra

“My master only explained that I would be placed under your service for an indefinite period of time, Lord Sautra. The extent of my preparation involved hardware and software upgrades to my chassis. However, they were not carried out specifically for this mission and were scheduled for installation prior to my reception of this assignment.” Lucia clarified in Basic. And indeed, if she were by some means probed, the Sith Lord would find that the gynoid had not lied. There were no trackers of any kind on her person, nor did she seem to be concealing any truths. However, in such a case, Sith Lord might be able to elucidate the nature of the aforementioned upgrades that the gynoid had undergone. Out of these, among the most significant was an enhanced power core energizing her systems, one was far more efficient and streamlined than the older model which was previously installed within her chassis. There were also new weapons installed within her arms—beam cannons with enough firepower to slag materials the likes of impervium and duravlex. In addition to that, an omnidirectional pulse weapon was placed within her upper torso, allowing her to unleash a wide range of exotic energy pulses.

And still, there were yet more.

“I eagerly await whatever lies ahead, Your Darkness.” Lucia added, her systems surging with activity as her pastel cerulean photoreceptors dilated with restrained excitement.

Spoiler: Loadout

• Bloodflower Sapphire
  
  • Arms
    
    • FAE/M-02 Energized Gauntlet Vibroblade (2) - L/R
  • Energy Shield
    
    • Phase III “Force Avenger” Energy Shield
  • Utility
    
    • Synthspray
• TBG/AI-01 "Defiler" Ion Disruptor Rifle
  
  • Ammunition
    
    • Power Cell (10)
    • Plasma Cartridge (2)
    • Tibanna Gas Cartridge (2)
  • Attachments
    
    • 1-5x FAE/S-08 Electro-Sight

 

[Akhuul Sautra]

Tag: Lucia Naberrie
Location: Outside the Tomb of Marka Ragnos, Korriban
Equipment: In Bio

"Good.", I replied in the old Sith tongue with a slight trailing off of my simulated voice. More updated technology for me to understand what these newer Sith were capable of would prove most useful. It did not matter if they were specially added because of this. In fact, it being a general modification proves more useful. My window to the current age is proving to be as good as I anticipated.

The threat of tracking and listening remained though. A small fix could be performed where al will go as planned for a short while before I could use resources to truly nullify that threat. These Kainite Sith do not deserve to know of Sautra Vokh. If I was just a ghost in the ancient tombs to them, that would work perfectly. I would wave my clawed hand in front of its face as I exerted myself in the force. The powers of Mechu Deru were an art I learned to master well. It saved my life on Onderon's moon from a rather petulant Jedi quite some time ago.

As I exerted my power, my chassis flickered with light while my eyes glowed with more intensity. Normally, it would dim slightly, however this was a deep scanning to see all in order to find anything that could undermine my security. I did not blame this unit though. As I scanned with the force, my will coursing through my companion-to-be's circuits, I rendered it where tracking would at least not function for a time. It should bide some time before a more proper solution was achieved. Functions would be the same, however its masters would have a difficult time tracking its location if not be completely unable.

With security established, I was now more capable of speaking freely. "Yes. For an indefinite period of time, you are to be in my service. The living Sith today frustrate me. As I have lost any care for clamoring after power, they squabble over the inheritance of my people while ruling more like actors in a play than true Masters of the Dark Side. Yet, they are the ones who are the Sith in this current age. I have to choose between unbridled showmen or rabid cultists for any form of ally or rival." The glow from my chassis now returned to its normal state, while my eyes once again appeared more like burning coals than lamps. "Your masters at least present themselves as caring for my people's culture. This world was once the home of a powerful race of sorcerers and warriors. I care little for dominating the galaxy with borders. It is impossible for a State of the Sith to last long. Lurking in the shadows ought to be our way. Preserving the works of the past will thus help keep the ways of the Sith from being destroyed. Preserving culture so Sith can lurk and strike terror into the galaxy forever."

It would be interesting to see what this unit thought of philosophy of the Sith. Its masters might think of me more as an old man rather than a true Sith Lord. Could this understand the concepts I spoke of? I knew I was speaking, and planning on hosting, a unit designed for battle. I wished to see how much, if at all, I would have to expand this mind. "You were made by these living Sith I am forced to see this galaxy inhabited by. While your occupation might not encourage much insight, you still might know how these Sith operate. You shall be a companion from this current age. An assistant to me dealing with the living." Depending on how much this mind could be awakened, perhaps even I could turn this unit into something akin to an apprentice. My old apprentices have not done much since my retreat. This unit's consciousness might even become a replacement for one of them.

 

[Lucia Naberrie]

Location: Outside the Tomb of Marka Ragnos, Korriban
Tag: Akhuul Sautra

Lucia did not resist as Akhuul Sautra exerted his control over her systems with the Force. While the gynoid knew what he was doing, she had sworn herself to the android’s service. Thus, it seemed insubordinate to oppose his will, even knowing that there was a small chance that it might conflict with the interests of her masters. And yet, in having her body manipulated and altered in such a deep, fundamental manner so as to fit Lord Sautra’s designs, Lucia registered a swell of activity in her emotional circuits, causing a barrage of unfamiliar sensations to rush into her awareness as her photoreceptors suddenly lit up in response.

And with it, came a strange sense of belonging.

Thus, when Akhuul Sautra spoke again, Lucia listened with silent intent. While she could not find herself in agreement with all of his words, the android seemed to correctly diagnose the ills plaguing many Sith of the modern era. Aimless power struggles, pointless posturing, and a flagrant disregard for the health of the Sith as a whole were all present in abundance within the Sith Order and the Dark Empire. Lucia herself had facilitated such power struggles, as she had slain more Sith than she had Jedi.

It was a cruel irony for a synthetic assassin designed as the ultimate Jedi hunter.

“I understand.” Lucia replied. “I have taken part in the power struggles that you speak of myself, even if only in a supporting role.” She added. “Such engagements, while often necessary, are also self-destructive. There are many dark siders whose megalomania outweighs the need to preserve the Sith traditions.” She continued.

“As there are others, who seek to destroy the traditions outright.” The gynoid added. A pointed reference to the sunderings of Exegol and Panatha.

Spoiler: Loadout

• Bloodflower Sapphire
  
  • Arms
    
    • FAE/M-02 Energized Gauntlet Vibroblade (2) - L/R
  • Energy Shield
    
    • Phase III “Force Avenger” Energy Shield
  • Utility
    
    • Synthspray
• TBG/AI-01 "Defiler" Ion Disruptor Rifle
  
  • Ammunition
    
    • Power Cell (10)
    • Plasma Cartridge (2)
    • Tibanna Gas Cartridge (2)
  • Attachments
    
    • 1-5x FAE/S-08 Electro-Sight

 

[Akhuul Sautra]

Tag: Lucia Naberrie
Location: Begins - Outside the Tomb of Marka Ragnos; Ends - Orbit of Korriban
Equipment: In Bio

I made note of how there was no sensation of its systems fighting back. It was intriguing, to say the least. However, the ability for the unit's masters to track it was rendered no more. However, now time was of the essence. It was very likely this Kainite might have anticipated such a maneuver, and I did not intend on staying long enough to see if a strike force would come for revenge.

I would turn back after my monologue to see if there was any level of response. Surprisingly, there was more than I anticipated. The face that simulated an organic form appeared to have an expression of focus and interest rather than the blank stare I saw originally. It might have been just a part of programming. However, it was not unwelcome. It felt good to be listened to willingly again. My servants on Sautra Vokh had no choice if they wished to hear my words or not. I cared little for their will. To have one clearly show interest in my will, now that was invigorating to my preserved psyche.

My new companion, my window to the Sith of this current age, then spoke with more understanding than I anticipated as well. How it served as a weapon in these power struggles and pageantry that I complained of. It was aware of its nature. Truly, I found myself intrigued and fascinated. The mind could think of the abstract after all. If I had a mouth instead of my mask, I would have smiled with satisfaction. "It pleases me greatly that even a droid can understand this fact. Your makers must have spent great amounts of time designing your cognitive functions.", I then let out a sound as if I did laugh despite lacking lungs and vocal cords, "Perhaps it is only us who live in the realm of the mechanical that are able to understand the way things ought to be?" My voice then trailed off as I pondered briefly.

My musings were then cut short by rage. Carelessness of current Sith who toss away what it means to use the name of my people. My chassis glowed brighter, and my eyes looked nearly aflame. "Those who call themselves Sith, and seek to destroy tradition, are pretenders and fools who do not deserve the inheritance of my people!", I spat in lament, "They deserve no better than to be cut down and destroyed like the abominations that lurk in these once sacred, now desecrated, tombs!" I then stood there with a tight grip around my staff while the glow of my chassis and eyes returned to its normal state. It was not the fault of this servant of these gallivanters. "Nonetheless,", I said with a chillingly renewed calm still in the Sith tongue, "It is time we leaved this planet. I am sure your masters will attend to the ship you arrived on. Those abominations infesting the tombs seem to not like emerging on the surface, even at night. Follow me." Realizing the unit would do as I ordered, I would turn and send a command to the guards through signalled commands, Engage Protective Escort Protocols, and without me speaking a word, the Soldiers soon formed a protective screen around the two of us.

Close to the tomb's entrance, I would look above to the steps where I remembered seeing the great power struggle in ancient times unfold. Where the late Dark Lord's apparition appeared before us all scolding us for such actions. The day that marked the end of the truest Sith. Around a bend, cloaked from the eyes of organics, a crimson red shimmer would reveal the now uncloaked shuttle. "You shall see my home. We have much to show each other, ... Lucia.", my mind then shook as I said that. Perhaps my exertion of will also had me learn her informal name. Then my mind shook again, "her." This was a droid mimicking an organic form. Why did I think of her as her? It would have to be inspected later when I escort her to Sautra Vokh and I return to my sanctum.

 

[Lucia Naberrie]

Location: Outside the Tomb of Marka Ragnos, Korriban
Tag: Akhuul Sautra

Lucia listened to Lord Sautra in compliant silence. While she did not find herself in agreement with the android’s statement that those of synthetic or mechanical nature had superior understandings to organics, she sympathized with his frustration. While Lucia knew that droids often had superior capabilities often owing to the inability to tire or succumb to boredom, she knew that most synthetics were rote machines, designed to fulfill a single task with very little variance.

In many ways, she was one herself. A talented assassin not by design, but by a quirk of her programming.

"Those who call themselves Sith, and seek to destroy tradition, are pretenders and fools who do not deserve the inheritance of my people!", I spat in lament, "They deserve no better than to be cut down and destroyed like the abominations that lurk in these once sacred, now desecrated, tombs!"

“Theirs is an ideology of annihilation and wanton consumption.” Lucia added. “Many are not Sith, but anarchistic dark-siders adhering to savage, debased creeds or pursuing individualistic power for its own sake.” She continued. “I am afraid that this age is rife with such actors, Your Darkness.” The gynoid finished in a regretful tone.

Not long after Lord Sautra finished speaking, the soldier androids formed a protective screen around both Lucia and her new master, at which point they were escorted to the shuttle waiting not far outside the tomb. Once more, the gynoid found herself briefly struck by the ancient, yet advanced technology on display. With its black hull and crimson-hued highlights, the crescent-shaped vessel seemed utterly alien in its design compared to the starships that Lucia was familiar with, but none less potent.

And yet, Lucia’s attention was drawn back to Lord Sautra when he uttered her name. Lucia. Synthetic though she was, surprise briefly registered across the gynoid’s features as the familiar title struck her sonic receptors. Suddenly, her gaze was drawn back to him, her photoreceptors widening with equal parts awe and submission as her emotional circuits surged with activity once more.

In that moment, Lucia found herself wanting to be close to him, to feel whatever warmth—contrived, real, or preternatural—might radiate off of his chassis.

“It will be an honor to witness your home, my lord.” Lucia answered simply, the urge to say and do more held back with machine restraint.

Spoiler: Loadout

• Bloodflower Sapphire
  
  • Arms
    
    • FAE/M-02 Energized Gauntlet Vibroblade (2) - L/R
  • Energy Shield
    
    • Phase III “Force Avenger” Energy Shield
  • Utility
    
    • Synthspray
• TBG/AI-01 "Defiler" Ion Disruptor Rifle
  
  • Ammunition
    
    • Power Cell (10)
    • Plasma Cartridge (2)
    • Tibanna Gas Cartridge (2)
  • Attachments
    
    • 1-5x FAE/S-08 Electro-Sight

 

[Akhuul Sautra]

Tag: Lucia Naberrie
Location: Aboard the Shuttle, Leaving Korriban's Atmosphere
Equipment: In Bio

It was not lost on me how much I enjoyed to monologue. Thousands of years have been spent observing this galaxy. Thousands of years with only those commanded to listen to my ruminations, ponderings, and theories. This new addition to my retinue was one that seemed almost willing without command. I could not tell if it was earnest intent in the programming, or some protocol to obey and pay attention to authorities hidden behind a simulation of an organic face.

It mattered little though why. The fact she, and now I have started thinking as such more easily, appeared to be willing to pay attention without direct command was all I needed to have some sense of satisfaction in my ancient psyche. I did not care more beyond that. Sure, I ridiculed the idea of those who claimed to succeed from my people for hedonism, yet my forged body has helped me avoid the actions I mocked the others for. Ultimately, does it really matter if I tried to find some amusement after so many years?

I found her insights intriguing. Indeed, I knew of the barbaric wielders of the Dark Side. These Knights of Ren were brutal fighters. Had they any form of cultured leadership, their bloodlust and propensity for violence could be a valuable tool against those who sought to destroy the legacy of my people. "Indeed.", I returned in my people's tongue, "Some I look at like one sees a famished, stray dog. A pitiful creature that lives in filth and knows nothing but fear and anger. The others, are raving lunatics that I would so love to exterminate."

The doors of the shuttle hissed open. The oh so quiet hum of its engines filled the air like a deep and resonant whisper. I would stride up the ramp and into the transport chamber. The weight on my feet allowed me to stand perfectly straight while the shuttle began to launch from the surface of the world of my birth. "It is good you look forward to this. As you are to be serving me, this will become a home for you as well. A, in some sense, a world meant for machines. A secret base of operations where I have been undisturbed by the galaxy this whole time. They were unable to find me as I hid here in the shadows of the void. However, I found them." As I finished speaking, the view of Sautra Vokh soon came through the viewport in the cockpit. Its dark metalic surface made it clear it was artificial. A massive station that simulates the appearance of a mechanical moon. Had it not been for the crimson red glow from its inside, it would appear like a perfectly circular shadow for a moon that was not there. It floated on the edge of the system, beyond much detection, akin to a deep sea creature skulking in the black depths of an ocean.

 

[Lucia Naberrie]

Location: Korriban -> Korriban Orbit
Tag: Akhuul Sautra

The ramp to the shuttle hissed and slowly dropped open, at which point Lucia made her way inside immediately after Lord Sautra. Once she was in the passenger chamber, the gynoid came to a halt, mirroring the Sith in his decision to remain standing. As the concept of exhaustion or boredom was foreign to her, she felt no compulsion to sit, especially since she was around other synthetics who would not expect her to adhere to said norm. Instead, she found herself staring deep into Lord Sautra’s photoreceptors when he spoke, her own synthetic gaze lighting up with equal parts awe and affection as her computerized mind reverently processed every word that left his vocabulator.

“Forgive me, but my patience wears thin, Your Darkness.” Lucia said, her tone suddenly girlish and peppy. “I can not wait to see it!” She added, now with a sudden rise in tone that carried an unmistakable aura of excitement.

Indeed, Lucia did not waste a moment. As soon as Sautra Vokh came into view, the gynoid turned her gaze to the viewport, photoreceptors narrowing as she zoomed in on the massive station. In moments, every exterior detail of the mechanical moon-like structure that was visible from her position was processed and cataloged within her databanks.

It was a sight that she would never forget.