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[Kyrel Ren]

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Bespin, one of the largest population centers within the First Order, and a place where people did not want to be found could get lost in. Kyrel Ren, an Enforcer for the Supreme Leader, and a Master of Ren had traveled to the place known as Cloud City. The only known civilian population within the planet. The City was still recovering from the Battle of Bespin, and so there were construction crews and government agencies there to help with providing aid to the people, especially those without homes, or dead or missing loved ones.​

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To him it mattered very little, at the cost of victory the First Order would pay any price, and so would he. As long as they never surrendered to enemies such as the Galactic Alliance they would always prevail against the darkness that threatened to destroy them.​

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Kyrel walked through the busy streets, the breathing of his armor sent a chill to the pedestrians he passed by, and the dark armor weave cape of his armor flowed, It was almost ironic Lord Vader from he could find in what records were salvaged from the 400 year darkness he found the Vader was here centuries ago. Why? He did not know but now wearing his armor, Kyrel was at times determined to have its presence bring a new type of fear into the Galaxy.​

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He walked through the narrow streets and took several turbolifts down to the under levels of the city, it was mostly dedicated to the mining of Tibanna, and hundreds if not thousands of Ughnaughts working on melting down metals, he had finally arrived at an old Cantina where he would find the Dark Jedi known Tmoxin Temi one he was unfamiliar with, but from what he had learned was in the First Order the same time he started as a Disciple of Ren months ago. Now he was here to see her, why he didn't know. However, he did have incriminating evidence to use against her provided he had a use for her. He walked in a purposeful stride focusing on her Force Signature to find her in the old bar.​

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[Tmoxin Temi]

"Commander Temi on frequency 286, requesting landing dock no. 10."

"Request granted."

She wasn’t sure if this was some kind of bluff or even a trap, especially since Tmoxin’s history with the First Order had never been as tumultuous as hers with the Sith, but either way, she tried to remain calm as she piloted the Sovereign Stingray to Bespin, the Cloud City now under First Order rule.

According to her sources Aram Kalast was no longer the Supreme Leader, but now Sieger Ren was ruler. This is what happens when you hide away on your Keffi ranch instead of keeping up with the Starchasers, she thought, but after so much treason and a string of failed love affairs, semi-retirement had not sounded so bad.

So refreshed and ready for business, or even the symphonic percussion of war, she landed the Stingray on the perimeter of an area of Cloud City that was under construction, tunneling underground and ending up in the kind of cantina she normally wouldn’t be caught dead in. The Blood Monarch and her two Mirari bodyguard droids were a little out of place, but she never traveled without them. Sitting in the cantina with far too many Ugnaughts to be comfortable and the sounds of mining as a distant backdrop, Tmoxin turned her head to see the Master of Ren, Kyrel, gleaming in black armor, quite foreboding for someone who hadn’t caused the kind of battlefield travesties that the former commander of the Sith war machine that the Hapan had.

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[Kyrel Ren]

Kyrel was not surprised by the stares he had received, he was covered head to toe in black armor, and the breathing of the internal air pump made a loud sound throughout the dirty cantina. He had looked for the person with whom he would be meeting, and after looking for several minutes had found the person he was looking for. She wasn't much to look at if he could say she looked beautiful, but for a Master of Ren such things were far beneath him, and besides from what he had on the datapad he carried wasn't anything very pretty about her.

He approached her slowly, his cape swaying gently with air conditioning of the Cantina, his appearance made him look intimidating enough, but whether she would see it that way would fall upon her of course. For him, it didn't matter, what did matter of course was to speak to this woman to see if she was or could be any use to him. What he did know was that she was a business woman, and was a former Sith Commander in a time when the First Order did not make its presence known to the galaxy. He would find out more about her in due time, that he was sure of.

He came to a stop in the seat in front of her, he slowly sat down, all that was heard for a moment was the sound of his breathing before he finally spoke, the vocabulater of the armor carried a tone that one hasn't heard in centuries, a tone that was a commanding baritone and carried a level of slight anger, but that was only slightly as he spoke. "Tmoxin Temi. It has been quite some time to see a woman of your status here. Allow me to introduce myself. I am the Supreme Leader's Enforcer and Master of Ren Kyrel." He said giving a slight nod with his greeting as he set the datapad on the table.


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[Tmoxin Temi]

Tmoxin shifted in her seat, feeling Kyrel’s own dark presence as suffocating as the blackest, remotest, pocket of space. Or perhaps when you realize you’re utterly alone in the galaxy, destined to be a scapegoat for the mistakes of others and nothing more.

If she could hear the Ren’s thoughts, she would not think highly of someone judging another’s appearance, especially one who hid his own visage behind a mask. No, that was far too easy. Aside from one brief period when she was a Padawan, Tmoxin never covered her face unless in a stormtrooper helm. Let the populace see me, fear me, hate me, adore me. She cared not what others thought and only sought respect from her closest confidants. Perhaps it was that staunch Hapan upbringing.

“It’s a shame Commander Kalast is no longer at the helm. I rather liked him.”

His raspy breathing was a little off putting, but she steeled up her nerves, straightening her spine as she sat in the chair sipping a glass of red wine. Great, he seems annoyed with me, and I haven’t even done anything yet - story of my life.

Her brown eyes drifted to the datapad and then flashed up at the gleaming black mask with worry and suspicion.

“Did you call me to Bespin for business or to try and recruit me to your military?” Tmoxin liked to think she was best known for commanding an elite unit of stormtroopers called The Blood Monarchs as she served the One Sith, however she was likely more known for her treachery and infamous exploits with the Red Ravens. If she was known to the galaxy at all anymore.

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[Kyrel Ren]

Kyrel knew very little about the woman, but the stuff the evidence that he had against her was on the datapad right in front of them. He would find a use for her one way or the other, but as soon as she didn't provide one for him she would be disposed of quickly and effectively. He heard her speak of Kalast, a name he was familiar with and was considered a traitor. Someone who betrayed the ideals of the First Order and fled with Admiral Tanomas Graf to found the Imperial Remnant.

He cared not for what she thought of him, he cared not if his appearance was upsetting to her. All that mattered was the here and now and what would happen. He spoke to her his voice neither displaying a hint of irritation or displeasure "Kalast was a fool who did not share the Supreme Leader's Vision. He left along with several other traitors."

He then moved the Datapad in her direction, he did careful planning for this especially uncovering the woman's dirty little secrets. He studied her for a moment before answering her question of why he was here. "It's simple I might have need of you. What I do not know perhaps that's where you come in. If you are no use to me then I let what's in that datapad become public knowledge and your life at an end. That is far better than killing you which compared to that would be a mercy. Now let's get down to business."

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[Tmoxin Temi]

When Kyrel voiced his opinion that Kalast was a fool, Tmoxin drummed her fingers upon the table nervously, but portrayed a steady, manicured hand as the glass of wine was brought again to her crimson lips. Her bodyguard droids did nothing but stood impassively, only to react if their mistress was in clear danger. If anything, they kept the crowd of Ugnaughts from their table.

A gloved hand slid the datapad in her direction. Reluctantly her brown eyes cast downward to read the information displayed upon it. One word - Marta - caught her attention. She didn’t need to read the rest and pushed it back towards Kyrel.

“I see,” she said. Her first instincts were correct and this was some kind of plot to blackmail her. She had no idea how he came upon the information, but didn’t care to know. She only wanted it gone.

“What is it that you want then?”

It was as though the Hapan were used to being in this position before, and though flustered, she couldn’t quite say she was afraid though she wasn’t about to test Kyrel to see who was the stronger opponent. At least not at this very moment. And though Tmoxin didn’t kill without a good reason, she really felt like taking out some of her frustration on a pocket of Ugnaughts, listening to them squeal as she drained the life from their portly, thick bodies.

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[Kyrel Ren]

Kyrel could easily sense her growing agitation and her anger slowly rising as she took a sip of her wine and dealt with ugnaughts with a power similar to that or what could be seen as Force Drain. For a moment he had just stared at her all that was heard likewise from him was the loud sound of his breathing. Kyrel was in some way enjoying the game that was played knowing that he had all the cards to use against her, and at this point, she was now his.

He knew that she must have wanted to direct that anger at him, as it was only natural for someone like her to hold some form of resentment in a situation like this. If he was in her position he would want to kill the person who was blackmailing him, but in this case, he didn't know what she would possibly do, nor did he care. What he did care so far is if she was any use to him or not.

When she asked what did he want from her, he stayed silent for a moment before finally speaking. "I could use someone of your talents, and I know in some way you wish to serve in the First Order once again, when you left we were only making our selves known to the Galaxy once more, and now in the years since then we have gained worlds well into the Western Reaches and the Outer Rim, we have fought against the loathsome Galactic Alliance and shown them that they are weak, before long Imperial flags will reign across the galaxy once more. What could you do for me, I know you are a Hapan Royal, a Former Commander of the forces known as the Blood Monarchs, and you at one point or another was a Scientist. Now I ask you to serve under me and answer to me, but tell me what could you offer me?"

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[Tmoxin Temi]

The sudden violence towards the ugnaughts was not only gratifying, it cleared the cantina right out of its patrons. All Tmoxin could hear now was the clink of glasses by a lone bartender, and the heavy breathing of the imposing Dark Jedi before her. Her droids whirred and clicked next to her.

She suddenly thought Kyrel might be someone from her past, but after scanning his Force signature - which would feel like soft tendrils of light pressure brushing over his cortex - she realized he was a stranger to her.

His proposal surprised her with its attractiveness, however she knew on some level she would be his thrall. Not unless she could get rid of that evidence, not just on the datapad but likely backed up in some First Order intelligence archive.

“It’s hard to believe you are lacking in anything Master Ren,” she said with a derisive emphasis on the word Master. “But I can show you what I know in the way of the Force. I can command your battle support. And as you suggested my research center on Kamino can scratch any experimental itch you might have.”

It dawned on Tmoxin that the mask might be covering a visual disfigurement. “We manufacture health renewal products and can extend your life if you are interested in enhancing your physical form in any way.

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[Kyrel Ren]

He was unphased by the clear out of the cantina in a display of the woman's power. She was already full of surprises and so looked forward to exploiting her powers when she is serving that of the First Order under him. He felt the gentle nudge of her presence in the back of his mind, a similar technique when evaluating one's Force Sensitivity, he could tell that she sensed that he was far stronger than her. His skills and combat prowess in the Battles of Kaeshana, Mustafar, Skor II, and Hoth were proof of that much. Through every defeat and every battle, he became stronger and worthy of the title Master of Ren.

He also had a vague sense that she was trying to determine if she knew him before being encased in the armor of the Former Lord Vader, or perhaps when he was a young man. Unfortunately, he wouldn't be able to recall if he had done or not, and he had a good idea that she did not have a clue or the vaguest notion of who or what he was.

When he had heard of what she could do, and hearing of what a facility on Kamino. Two thoughts came to his mind. One, The world now belonged to the fools, the traitors knew as the Imperial Remnant, and the second came to an idea for perhaps a personal unit of elite soldiers that serves as his own unit better than that of First Order stormtroopers, or perhaps a personal unit of dark side adepts that are cloned. He had thought of cloning himself and when he gained the secret to Essence Transfer he could use it to transfer to a version of himself before the accident.

He looked at her through the expressionless face of his mask and responded. "Interesting then even though your lab is the capital of the Imperial Remnant, or should I say The Galactic Empire. That facility would need to be treated with great care, especially if I am entering enemy territory, If you can do cloning then I may have need for you, and if you can restore flesh then that would be most useful. And your military skills I could have most use of as well." He said putting emphasis on Empire with great disdain refusing to call the traitors as such.

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[Tmoxin Temi]

Kyrel Ren’s mind was a fortress, and as usual, when Tmoxin had the unfortunate need to brush against a potent Darkside aura, she came away feeling vaguely ill. The Force was a tool for her and nothing more. It would likely change her over time, but to date, she’d been lucky to avoid its harsher effects on her physical form. Mentally, it helped sharpen her focus in business and on the battlefield, which she used to full advantage. But truthfully it had been a few years since she’d been in combat.

“I’ve been careful to keep my own aura hidden while on Kamino. Believe me, I was there when the change in leadership took place, but it wasn’t something I was in a position to fight. But yes, we will need to tread lightly.”

Her brown eyes scanned the glistering black armor of Master Ren. She could not help but be fascinated by the man behind all of that durasteel - wondering is he still human or already a monster?

Licking her lips and then pressing them together, Tmoxin finally said, “If I told you I would stay of my own accord, would you get rid of that evidence?”

She highly doubted he would, but perhaps it was a goal they could both work towards. “I suppose I mean to ask, just when will my debt to you be paid?”

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[Kyrel Ren]

Kyrel was fascianted by this woman, she would become of great use to him, provided that she would still remain a use for how long he would see fit. He merely looked at her through the visor of his helmet. He had to say what made this woman so useful, he would have to be the judge of that, and hoped that he wasn't going to regret this.

He could still sense her, he could still sense that she was trying to figure him out. She wouldn't know anything about him unless he wished to reveal his true self to her, his flesh that is mostly deformed but hopefully with her lab on Kamino, he could use it to his advantage in perhaps restoring his body, he assumed that it could be done, but was curious if she could do it of course.

Upon hearing of getting rid of the mess she made, he used the Force, to have the custodial droids clean up the mess, it was a simple task for one such as him, and he felt intrigued by the woman, When she then spoke of when her debt be paid, he then spoke. "Until I see fit to release you from it until then you answer to me. Next, to that, you may do whatever you wish."

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[Tmoxin Temi]

The powerful Ren’s answer reassured her. Blackmail or not, Tmoxin needed freedom of movement to conduct her business at least, not to mention all of those intriguing side projects.

Amidst the sound of custodial droids sweeping glass and mopping up ale and blood, the Hapan asked, “What do you require of me first? Science or battle? While I have no doubt you are very capable in use of the Force, I have specific knowledge passed onto me by a Dark Jedi Master. It’s a dangerous set of skills, near-perfect in their deadliness in battle but a little… hard on the body and mind. For you, I mean.”

Whatever the human, near-human or even alien looked like under the imperial black armor, it was clear he was not afraid of self-damage or harm in order to seize what he wanted.

“If you have a training room on Bespin and some unwilling subjects I would be delighted to pass this knowledge onto you.” She spoke of Force Drain which her friend and former Techno Union partner-in-crime, Draco Vereen, imparted to her before they lost contact.

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[Kyrel Ren]

Kyrel just kept patiently looking at her through the visor of his helmet, he had thought for a moment of what he had required of her first, and listened closely to what she could offer him, he had very little time on his hands, and as someone who served the Supreme Leader he had many things to do, more specifically hunting down the Jedi Knights.

He had responded to her slowly while standing up from his chair, his dark figure and the rasp of his breathing would send a chill through a being's spine, but he had a slight feeling that Tmoxin was a little more than ordinary. "I require your knowledge in Science first, before your skills in the Force, I require a personal matter from you."

He said staring at her intently, he waited for her answer unaware of what could happen, or what she could even say.

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[Tmoxin Temi]

Tmoxin’s brown-eyed gaze looked at the vacant eye sockets of the black mask. She prided herself on reading people; clearly his obfuscation was a barrier to this.

She would remain at the vacant Bespin cantina far after he took his leave as she needed a little time and alcohol in which to unwind from the encounter. Yet now when the Master of Ren still stood before her, her shoulders tensed, jaw tight, teeth clenched with heightened awareness.

“The Morpho Lab?”

There was more than a pin prick of curiosity over the statement that he needed a personal favor. It was just about the last thing she expected to hear from him.

“A personal matter.”

It's not a favor, Tmoxin. A favor she would welcome, would embrace and relish and would exploit.

“What is it, My Lord?” The title was spoken with the smallest amount of sarcasm, detectable yes but likely not offensive. After all, she didn’t want to start off this master-servant relationship on the wrong foot.

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[Kyrel Ren]

Kyrel ignored the title as he was mostly used to it by officers, stormtroopers, or even Disciples of Ren. He looked around the area from his visor was dirty, and foul smelling something he had not noticed when he arrived, but as he looked around more he even became more aware of his suit. Something that he had hated, but the more he thought about it the more he became aware of something else.

He became aware of his own mortality. Yes, he had managed to face dangerous opponents and gone through hell and back. But when it came to his bloodline he was all that was left. Shortly after becoming a Knight of Ren he had found his Family members and slaughtered them all. They had deserved it for forcing him to live a life of squalor and poverty. He had wanted to obliterate all traces of his past, and so he had. But the question came of what would happen should he die. He had no one to carry on his legacy, and he was not the best courting a mate to bear him a child.

An idea then came to him as he looked at Tmoxin, he stared at her for a moment before responding. "You own a cloning facility yes. I require something that is of great importance. I require an Offspring. A Daughter."

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[Armand Temi]

Location: Kaminoan Klones
Planet: Kamino

While her mother assumed that Kyrel Ren would take her up on her offer of repairing his physical form - projecting her own insecurities of aging and mortality upon the Master of Ren - he’d stunned her with his request. Tmoxin gladly agreed until he informed her that her own DNA might make a good mixture for his progeny, and then she reluctantly agreed, of course hoping he would erase the information he had on her.

However, Varas did not know this part of the history on her inception.

Lim Da, the Kaminoan who’d overseen the cloning procedure, emerged from a sliding door, and in his long, white laboratory coat, he approached Kyrel Ren, halting before him and taking a small bow.


“Your daughter is ready for you. We would have allowed this first meeting sooner, but the early days of a clone are repetitive, difficult for the subject and can be unsavory for the parents.” He still assumed at least one of these humans had the desire to be a true father or mother. Why else would they create this clone?

“She had to be taught all of the basic needs that full-grown beings take for granted every day. Imagine learning them with an almost full faculty of your mind available to you.” The alien blinked, displaying only a cold, clinical demeanor.

He would then lead Kyrel into another room at Morpho where Varas sat in a white body-glove. Tmoxin’s team spared no effort in muscle conditioning. While the half-Hapan had a long, lithe form, the Master of Ren would be able to see the sweeping lines of toned biceps and quadriceps through the suit. She was attractive like her mother and like Kyrel before his injuries.

“We’ve told her she is a clone,” said Lim. “We’ve found over the years that it’s psychologically better to start them off on the right foot, knowing what they are. The shock of finding this out later could be detrimental to their emotional states. Suicide rates in clones indicate-”

“Enough.”

The word came from Varas herself, spoken in a low growl. Perhaps she was already displaying the ambition of both parents, or perhaps it was the protest of a patient, taking out her frustration on her caretaker. Either way, Lim nodded and left the room without another word.

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[Kyrel Ren]

Planet: Kamino

Kyrel has waited weeks to hear back, and when he had he assumed the process was incomplete, he had never heard of seen of a Force Sensitive cloned before and often wondered what would come of this. He had visited the world in secret as soon as he had heard from Temi, the trip from Mustafar to Kamino was a trip filled with anticipation and anxiety, he had waited too long for this and so was eager to get there as soon as possible to see the creation.

The Reaper dropped from Hyperspace and traveled down onto the rain soaked world, avoiding the traitors known as the Imperial Remnant. The craft descended slowly onto the world, the cockpit getting blasted by rain as soon as made it through to the atmosphere. After navigating through the clouds for several moments he finally saw Tipoca City and the facility that Tmoxin had. He activated the landing cycle and brought the craft down onto a platform for landing.

The landing ramp extended and Kyrel walked down upon it. He was greeted by a host of Kaminoen Scientists who was expecting his arrival, he didn't mind the bow and didn't say anything as he stepped inside the facility that carried his daughter. He looked around and noticed it was all covered in white, and in pristine condition. As the turbolift took them through the facility, the Kaminoen went on about wishing to have Kyrel see the Clone sooner but couldn't due to Clones being repetitive. He had said nothing keeping his intentions to himself of what her purpose was.

They then walked down a hall as soon as they exited the turbolift, and still, the Scientist went on about learning the mundane tasks of being human, something Kyrel was not interested in. Finally, they had made it to a room where he saw a young woman, she had silver gray hair, and her muscles were fully toned as well as being covered in a white body glove. From the looks of it, she couldn't have been a few years younger than Kyrel was. He approached her slowly as the Scientist continued to speak about the cloning process, but it was then in mid sentence that the girl finally spoke in a low growl. Kyrel was most curious and approached her a little more, clearly a little more than curious. Standing only a couple of feet from her he then spoke coldly through his vocabulater. "Do you know who I am girl?"

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[Armand Temi]

Varas’s blue-grey eyes took in the form of Kyrel Ren. She barely registered Lim Da’s departure. And frankly she was grateful for the distraction as the Kamonians made her feel this inexplicable unease, though she did not yet register it as her mother’s xenophobia. Perhaps she would understand in time.

But this figure before her required a bit of scrutiny before she could formulate words. First of all the vocabulator startled her a bit, and then the question... she did not know how to answer, until she searched her mind, her neural pathways making the proper connection, though slower than he may have assumed.

“Yes,” she answered in a soft voice with a bit of a rasp, likely from not using her vocal chords enough yet. “You are my father.”

The pair were under observation of course, and Lim Da secretly cheered the fact that Varas recognized her father. It was uncanny for being such a new clone, but then again, the midichlorians were rich in her bloodstream and body. Though the conservative Kamonian scientist worried about the rebound effect of being a clone and the psychological problems that could ensue.

“Am I right?” she asked. “As Varas Kyrel, I am your daughter, am I not?”

In her mind's eye she could see her father in his human form and it confused her now, though she waited for a response just the same.

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[Kyrel Ren]

Emotions were rushing through his mind as the girl spoke to him. He had never imagined having an offspring. For a moment and perhaps just a moment as the girl spoke to him, he felt something tug at him... The Light Side.. It was impossible such things were impossible. The Light was all but extinguished, how could this girl bring at least a single spark out. Unless... No impossible Kyrel would not allow such emotions to affect him. The thought of such weak emotions was absurd and so, in turn, the Light was just as weak.

He stood for a moment looking at her, she was just as flawless as she could be. Her beauty could also be very dangerous as well, her wits and especially her intelligence would either come from both him or his servant. No doubt with even more training she could become even more powerful then he or Tmoxin combined. That's if she was shown the right path, if she were to fall into the wrong hands then she would be a dangerous enemy, an enemy Kyrel would fear next to only the Supreme Leader.

He said nothing for the moment and allowed that spark to only remain for a moment, before crushing it within the darkest depths of his soul, if he had one that is. "Yes you are girl along with my servant who you will meet if you haven't already. You were made specifically for one purpose child. If I die you will be the one to carry my legacy." He said flatly in a cold tone as he stared into her eyes through the expressionless mask of his dark armor.

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[Armand Temi]

At this early stage, Varas was neither light nor dark, though she could feel her father’s emotions through their Force bond. In fact, the sensation of his empathy towards her was felt so acutely by the young woman that she breathed heavier for a moment and steadied herself as she rose on wobbly legs.

Her own Force signature was completely neutral. Malleable. All Kyrel’s to control.

“Servant?”

None of the irritating Kaminoans had said anything about a servant, unless the man clothed in the black mask meant her mother who she’d only learned about from Lim Da and the glimpses of the graceful red-haired woman she’d seen in her memories and dreams.

If she’d inherited any fear at all, it was the xenophobia of Tmoxin and the normal fight or flight response to terrifying stimuli, which of course, the Kaminoans had tested in a lab, a routine trial that always left her shaking and dripping with sweat after a full hour of screaming and fighting off the realest seeming holo monsters imaginable - especially the one with the subteroths.

Yet, her heart began to pound louder in her chest as she asked the question.

“What do you look like under your armor?"

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