I Have An Inkling...

[Vi Grir]

Location: Tatooine
[member="Damien Daemon"]

Vi was stopping by the desert planet for some odds and ends. Perhaps to make some credits for a change, make some hardware trades, and perhaps find anything of special likeness. Even though she fixed up most of her ships to run, there were still several problems... If she didn't want trouble, flying an old Sith-affiliated ship woukd cause eyes to wander, and she wasn't much fit to fight, but it was all she had. Her favorite ship couldn't even take off from where it was, since it was out of fuel. She still needed a bunch of hardware to make anything work, especially to modernize them. It was slow going, but she figured it'd be an adventure either way.

She landed on the planet in a public landing bay with her Herald-class Shuttle and powered it down. It's engines made a bunch of finicky sounds and made a clunk as it touched down, but it was well enough to get places. Military-grade engineering made it live long, it just didn't date well.

 

[Matreya]

Straightening the shirt he wore beneath his blazer, Damien next fixed the cuff link of the sleeve. He was dressed as most of this planet would call "nice", but really he was just getting more and more used to the life of decadence. Millennium without doing more than living the basics, with no true style or anything else, had made him envious. Now he enjoyed what he hadn't for so long.

Slipping his hands into his pockets, Damien turned his gaze skyward, then back. It had been years since he was on Tatooine, but whenever he did it was usually for a good reason - he owned factories here and came to check on them. Same with today of course, and hence he had just finished leaving the massive steel building. This particular had been most recently used for Droid and ship parts manufacturing. The conversion to general crafting factory was taking a bit of time.

[member="Vi Grir"]

 

[Vi Grir]

[member="Damien Daemon"]


Vi climbed down into the cargo hold and popped the button on the loading ramp. She switched on her repulsor cart and started pushing it out and down the ramp. Old ship parts, but useful parts. These were things the ship didn't require to travel, just luxury stuff. Not specifically from this shuttle she flew, but parts from different ships. She was hoping she coukd make a trade with the nearby ship parts manufacturing plant, but it was unknown. If she could, they'd probably be dismantled and melted down. But any credits was worth it to get the old rust buckets up and flying again.

She continued out into the town without her special and old armor on, just weakly struggling to push the heavy cart along. It was on a repulsor lift, but it was still weighted down. As she approached the manufacturer, she looked around for a garage or a service desk to see where she needed to go if she was going to try and trade or sell. "Heyo? Anybody around?" she called out, not straying too far as she might stumble into a restricted area. "You guys do parts trading here?"

 

[Matreya]

Damien turned back to the sound of shouting. It was a young one that sought to trade parts, something to which Damien knew Merr-Sonn did not do. Despite it all, he was even aware that the workers would take imperfect parts, fix them, then sell them or trade them for wealth. But in regards to true trade, they did not.

"Ho, over here!" Damien called across the sands then with a single step had crossed the several dozen meters between them, through Folded Space, "I am... a representative of this factory." He said, offering a hand to shake, "Damien Daemon, ex-owner of this corporation." When his introduction was complete he glanced to the cart to take in all of the parts there in, "Huh. Lot of stuff here. Hmm."

"Have you any particulars you would need? Or simply replacements for all of this?"

[member="Vi Grir"]

 

[Vi Grir]

[member="Damien Daemon"]

Vi took a deep breath from being exhausted and slumped against the cart, sliding down as her muscles and joints were weak from pushing the heavy cart so long. "Oh, I... I need well. Heh... Lemme catch a breath, I'm sorry. I have issues that make me weak." After a few more moments of catching her breath, she struggled to stand in front of the man and used the cart as a crutch. "Call me Vir! This are like, the fancy and special luxury parts from old Sith ships! There's absolutely nothing wrong with them. They are add-ons to ships that don't need them to fly. I'm always poor and, I've always been trading parts away at any price I can to get my ships into working order. Realistically I need entire ships fixed... But, I'm just looking for any parts I can get. Ignition starters, power couplings, replacement thrusters, control panels. And no, no, no, no! I can't get rid of the babies! I'm an Archivist, or Librarian... I've been called a few things. I'm a collector. One day I hope to..." She looked around to make sure no eyes were watching and started to whisper, "create an army of my own sithspawn to crew them!"

She giggled for a moment before she lost her breath again, then slumping and sitting on the edge of the repulsor cart. "Ah, but it's all just my big dream, my end goal. I've been going around to the outer rim planets for years and years now... doing this... there always seems to be new problems and I can't really do my exploring for new stuff to collect... oh, right, sorry! Sometimes I lose track of things! And sometimes ramble!" She pulled her hand up to do a 'knocking motion' against her skull. "The brain isn't screwed in all the way... or it is and not all the lights are on... another issue, and I don't realize what I do sometimes, I'm sorry. You can call me Vir! None of this needs replacing, I need core engine components really..."

Her force sensitivity wasn't being shown, and the closer Damien got the more it was like he was walking into a thick cloud or fog. It was a dark force energy, but if anything, not only did Vi not have her guard up at all, but she didn't seem to have a guard. There was always this backthought in Vi's head, and it was anxious, or more like, afraid. Prepared to run, than fight.

 

[Matreya]

At the mention of Sithspawn, Damien let himself smile slowly. As it grew his eyes began to shimmer a luminescent lavender. Where in the energy he let loose from his own body, much as the youth did boiled to the surface, roiling the air like a hurricane. Reaching out a hand, he touched a passing insect to which in an instant it doubled, tripled, and continued to grow in size immensely until it was the size of a Maalraas.

"Alchemy is something I am quite talented in." Damien murmured, his voice deep and gravely due to unleashing his power, with that of his Force Walking bound Spirits. Zaiden James-Greyson, the incredibly overpowered Master of the Darkside, combined with the two dozen other spirits of meager strength, made it seem as if there were three masters worth of power in one body. Whenever he let loose like that, his body would begin to fall apart savagely.

Returning to his normal state, power clamped down under the most incredibly powerful shielding, he took a deep breath then slowly exhaled, "How about we work out some parts, a price, and maybe even some lessons."

[member="Vi Grir"]

 

[Vi Grir]

[member="Damien Daemon"]

Vi watched suddenly in amusement and fright as the individual showed their power right in front of her eyes. She was in absolute aw as all of her ideas shot up in her head and everything she could ever want to do was right at her fingertips... but then 'price' was mentioned, and her happiness turned into a frown.

"Oh, w-well, you see... I don't have any credits, at all... In fact, these parts I sell, I need the credits so badly, I end up get the lowest price, and buy a new... also broken part, that is less broken than the one I replaced it with. I might be able to do work, but I have no idea what I could do...I'm really willing to try! Unfortunately, because of my problems, I can't do things like everyone else does... And, mister... I am very grateful you're willing to teach me! But, I hope it doesn't upset you that it will take a very long time for me to learn... Control is not one of my abilities..." she said, sounding discouraged from herself. She was absolutely appreciative of the gesture, she just didn't want to waste a kind persons' time.

 

[Matreya]

Damien chuckled, "When the Force tells one to come to me, I do as it wishes. While you may not believe it sent you to me, it did. So, how about I offer you a job, the parts, and lessons. Eventually one day you can pay me back."

(Lol figured a small post would be best for this point cause the real stuff begins next)
[member="Vi Grir"]

 

[Vi Grir]

[member="Damien Daemon"]


Vi tilted her head, not completely comprehending the statement. Perhaps it was her limited min, or it was just that she really didn't believe. The Force never really helped her at all in her past, so this was her chance to take it and convert it into something useful. But either way, FREE STUFF! Like, she tried her best not to be a begger, and for at least a year straight she had been roaming and hopping planets with salvage for swapping or selling parts just to be able to go on, so this was very helpful. "Oh, okay... yes! I will pay you back, I promise! Thank you mister Daemon!" She smiled, leaning over her cart.

 

[Matreya]

Dampen nodded then concentrated for a moment, sending out a mental ping to a nearby worker. Within this brief signal was an approximate point to their location along with the message to come to gather the younglings things. At that he stated, "Leave what isn't necessary right here. My men will come to collect it all.

"Please, follow me." Without confirmation that she would do as she was told, he turned on his heel and headed back the way he had come. Despite the fact that he was able to use his power generally everywhere, most others could not, and that mostly covered any that weren't masters of Alchemy. So as always he kept a proper room best for using or teaching the skill whenever necessary. It was a Forge, technically, but it was not proper so he did not call it that.

"So, do you have any idea of where you would like to start?" Dampen asked, sliding his hands into his pockets, "There is biological alchemy, such as making alterations to appearances, or the next steps like making Sithspawn. Then there is also nonbio alchemy, which are generally altering weight, appearance, durability, or adding abilities to non living things. There is more, but they needn't be expanded on just yet.

"Actually there is also the next question, what form of alchemy do you want to learn? I have mastered Darkside, Lightside, and neutral alchemy."

[member="Vi Grir"]

 

[Vi Grir]

[member="Damien Daemon"]


Vi watched on as one of Damiens workers came over to collect the parts. As the worker was walking away, and Damien asked her to follow, an idea sparked! She quickly fumbled through her things and grabbed the worker... not, aggressively, of course! She handed him a list of everything she needed, for everything she had. From her droids, to her shuttles, and her fighters to her massive ship. This man just made her day! This was going to be great.

She hurriedly caught up to the man who just said he'd give her the world and ask nothing out of it, listening to his words of wisdom. "Oh, it doesn't really matter to me! I'm not afraid of the Dark Side, I've quite slept with it a bit!" She giggled, obviously not knowing what she was talking about. "Where I grew up there were writings of the Sith along with some of their old ships. I've learned some things of them, and I want their Sithspawn. I want to create thousands of Sithspawn, like, humanoid, to help me control my ship. I don't want to alter things? Can we just... kind of like, create life? Or, mindless life? Like the old myths of zombies and mummies! Simple creatures, maybe part plant if we require something living... I don't even care if they can defend themselves or take a punch. Just pull the trigger, haul some things, and aim accurately... enough, haha!"

 

[Matreya]

Damien was about to answer when from the opposite side of the girl, in close proximity to them both, came a voice only he could hear - the vvoice of Zaiden, the bound Spirit of the Stealth Master, "Undead. Humph." At that he remembered that the fallen master possessed an amazing knowledge center of the Undead, including multiple drugs and even the Sith spells to achieve the effect.

He would be able to assist with that. Zaiden had to obey when he wished something of him, as the spirit would suffer if not.

"Well, I also would like to know a few other things. Such as, your level of knowledge for crafting, repairing, things like that pertaining to the types of parts you seek right now." He said, considering she was about to be hired by a high ranking company, he needed to know what uses she could be for.

[member="Vi Grir"]

 

[Vi Grir]

[member="Damien Daemon"]


Vi tilted her head as she watched Damien for a moment, who seemed to frift for a hot second. Once he started speaking up again, this time with a question, she perked up and blinked a few times, intent on listening. "Oh, well, I'm uh... to be honest mister Daemon... I'm not much good at anything. Even with all this force stuff I have floating about me, I can't control it. I'm lucky enough to... com...pre...hend.. that I can't. In fact, I'm lucky at all I can fly a ship straight. Sometimes I scare myself and double think if I should be flying, but then I forget about that thought because I have a list of things I need to do. My life is run by lists so I don't forget. Um... I'm good at replacing things and connecting them properly, because when I was young, I took everything apart and challenged myself to put it back right. It was fun... when I did it right and the engine would turn on.... and not explode. But... all I've ever, uuuh, tinkered with... were old Sith ships. I could show you the sexy thing I'm really trying to get working! It's huge! But stuck in the sand.... there's also this pyramid thing, but I can't even get in it. I think it can fly..."

 

[Matreya]

"What is wrong with her?"

"Is she handicap?"

Multiple voices murmured now, odd as it was for the multitudes of his Spirit Harem to come alive at once. Each was of a different census, but it was all pertained to her seemingly halting approach to word, her lack of know how that most beings who would attempt such things should have. They each believed something could be wrong with her, ranging from minor learning disorders to the extreme...

"I will be blunt." Damien began, just an instant after an obvious snarl - the ghosts instantly silenced their concerns, "Do you have any learning disabilities?" he stopped walking so she could meet his gaze, "I can fix you if you do. Or i can have you taught a bit more."

[member="Vi Grir"]

 

[Vi Grir]

[member="Damien Daemon"]


Vi became scared for a moment, and took a step back. Her breathing became slow and she blinked a couple times, quickly. Her head slowly started to shake, "P-please... don't do anything to me. I have these... difficulties... but if you remove them, it will be like opening a... a door, and what is behind those doors, I don't think I'll be able to handle it. It's because of these difficulties... that I don't focus on those things. They keep me happy and.... out of my head. You will have to... train me a little more than you would others, but please... don't touch me." She didn't become standoffish, but deep, inner fear would be shown from her as her stress levels grew.

 

[Matreya]

Damien raised a brow, "I could always do a small amount of tweaking. I needn't fix you much, just enough to be noticeable and then we can go from there." Damien laughed gently, "Besides it would be perfect learning processes for you to be able to bestow on future creations." Reaching the door to the factory he punched in a brief combination of numbers then swung it open.

From inside came the typical sounds of a massive factory, combined with a blast of explosive hot hair. Pushing at the draft as if it wasnt there, he gestured widely, "Welcome to but one of Merr Son's corporate factories."

[member="Vi Grir"]

 

[Vi Grir]

[member="Damien Daemon"]

Purposely blocked Damien out as he continued. Vi wasn't good at talking and disliked actually saying no or disagreeing too much. It was a kind gesture, but in order to fix her at all, memories and thoughts woukd need to be erased or blocked, such things that made her who she was, so she ended up ignoring the subject until a new one came up.

Then they came to the factory, and the air was so warm, Vi smiled, feeling comfortable and looking all around. "Ooooh! What all do you make here?"

 

[Matreya]

"A wide range of things. It used to be secular but now we manage all goods in each factory, by having each do so the products can be made much faster." Damien said. He was not stupid either, and so easily deduced that the student ignored the teacher. Heaving a sigh, he tried one last time.

"If I alter you, it will not be a mind entering ability, no thoughts or anything else will be altered. Mental deficiency comes from damaged lobes, or other sections of the brain. Using molecular alteration I can mend the damaged ones, returning them to their natural status." Damien said, "I have managed too also make myself more perfectly apt at alchemy and understanding it, by doing this but manipulating it so certain lobes were enlarged."

Pausing he shrugged, "I can make you more than grand at certain skills, without altering anything else as well." another pause, "I can't guarantee you will even be able to do what you wish to learn without proper faculties..

"But if you wish to not, other then feeling you are foolish I won't say more on the matter." She might feel he was pushing her to change, which technically he was, but really it was bbecause he knew what was necessary to not kill yourself doing the tasks ahead. He didn't wish her to kill herself because she couldn't do what he taught. Plus he knew she would then be able to understand better what alchemy was - she would have received it herself.

[member="Vi Grir"]

 

[Vi Grir]

[member="Damien Daemon"]

Vi had gotten excited by the sound of these factories... There were lots of parts on her list, but with the speed Damien was making it sound like she could be flying her favorite ship in a week, or even less. But her emotions did a complete one-eighty, as Damien brought tge subject uo again. Vi didn't like talking about herself, but if she wanted this persons help, she was going to have to be upfront with them, and hopefully they would understand.

Vi stopped looking around and stepped backwards against a wall. "It's not something that can be done, mister Daemon. I was told a few things by my parents, when I was young, though I-I always knew I had problems. One of the first things I did when I was free was find a Doctor to tell me in the best way I could understand."

She pulled her leg up so the bottom of her boot rested on the wall and she slowly looked around the factory. "I'm not damaged. Teeech... Technicaaally," she tried to sound out the word, "I'm fine. There's nothing wrong w-with me. I was... born like this. Inside each and every one of use there is this ladder thing. It's our code, our.... geeen... genet-ic code. It's the blueprint to our body. The, um, lobe things you said, mine aren't damaged, I just don't have them, or have very many. I've learned enough to keep myself safe, and know when to not do something. There are times when I just lash out with the dangerous things I know, but I've never done it unless I'm stressed out. I... kind of control my abilities by, not controlling anything. If I try and focus, that is when it happens when the bit I did focus just releases itself. But that is only what I've taught myself. You can't fix or m-mend what isn't there."

She shyly laughed as she brought her arms up to fold them. "The doctor told me it's a miracle my, um, mm- marionette strings, are still holding me together. I shouldn't be standing here, in front of you, but... but I am. And if you do alter me, you change everything. Even if you alter just a little. My parents may have made a mistake, but they made this mistake strong. They made me who I am today. And changing who I am... I don't think I'll be able to handle it, I won't be Vir... I'll be something... wicked." Vi always had these dark thoughts in the back of her mind, which reminded her of the first person she killed, and the town she half slaughtered. It was a good feeling, but her parents were like a mental block, preventing her from focusing strongly enough to take down the mental block.

 

[Matreya]

Damien listened to her words intently, all the while believing she had no idea what she talked about. If her mind was fixed, slowly but surely healing each portion of damaged tissues, or imperfect tissues, she would find life a hundred fold easier. However, this was not what the Force had sent her to him for, and yes it had sent her there, possibly for years it had been building dozens of little moments that all added up to her arriving here for the parts.

A piece went bad, exchange it for this one piece. Install that, then need repairs down the road. Stop off at a new place, they say go here, then she did. So on and so forth, down the line until it happened that she arrived on Tatooine at the same time as he was.

"Well, as I said, this is a factory that used to deal in select parts, but as time as gone on we have delved into mass supply of a different design. Instead of each factory handling selecteds, all of them handle everything together. It is a much more dangerous method, but in the long run its faster and cheaper." Damien said, "I think we need a tour. I want you to feel the metal, the heat, of living as a worker. Not that you will be mind you, I will take you on as a personal assistant. You will find a decent weekly pay, as well as food, housing, and clothing covered. After that we will handle our lessons as I deem them warranted by the Force." Damien paused then held a finger signalling for her to hold a moment, "Dez!" Damien shouted.

The man he had spotted was mid conversation with another when he heard his name. Pausing to look for the source he took in Damien then quickly dismissed the other man before heading closer to the duo, "Mr. Daemon, how are you this wonderful day?"

"I am doing good, Dez." Damien said then shook the mans hand before gesturing to Vi, "This is my newest student, Vi. She needs a tour of the place. I want her to feel the burn, see the sweat, know the respect that the floor workmen deserve."

Dez held a hand for the girl to shake, "Dezmi, call me Dez." At that he leaned in to whisper, "Don't mind him if he ever gets to be a jerk. He thinks he's hardcore but really he cares more then most." With that his attentions returned to Damien, "So, Mr. Daemon would you like to accompany us?"

"Dez, please, you are me. Don't call me such formal titles." Damien said but then nodded, "Sure thing. I want to see production as it moves along anyway."

[member="Vi Grir"]