Fenri
Genetic Perfection
My life had been completely turned upside down when I arrived here on Courascant. I was taken in from one life as a slave to another, though this new one had more prospect. I'd become a servant and a student to the hulking beast called Kezeroth, a monsterous thing that wanted to use my abilites with the force and teach me how to use them properly; or at least what he considered as such. I was in it for the power, which I planned to use in my own way once I was strong enough. But until then I still had duties to perform.
As part of my servitude I was sent to buy grocceries and the like for Keze. I hated that I still had chorse to do on top of everything else. I was a clone created by Jedi and used by Sith. A product of a number of well paid scientists and Jedi who wanted to bring back an old master from the time of the Clone Wars before being accumulated with the DNA of Sith. I was a freak and yet I knew better. I was something that had the potential to be great. But even the great had to start out small.
In Courascant's Undercity, one of the higher levels, I was making my way through the market place. I had to wear large robes that dragged with a hood to cover my face. It was the only clothes allowed to me for the time being. All else I had was my slave outfit underneath, a bikini-like dress that might as well have been my underwear. It was still a reminder of what I was: a slave. But soon I knew I would be more, in time.
For now I just had to figure what fruit would be decent enough admist all the meat I had to buy.
[member="Adenn Gra'tua"] [member="Mit Tuxaire"]
As part of my servitude I was sent to buy grocceries and the like for Keze. I hated that I still had chorse to do on top of everything else. I was a clone created by Jedi and used by Sith. A product of a number of well paid scientists and Jedi who wanted to bring back an old master from the time of the Clone Wars before being accumulated with the DNA of Sith. I was a freak and yet I knew better. I was something that had the potential to be great. But even the great had to start out small.
In Courascant's Undercity, one of the higher levels, I was making my way through the market place. I had to wear large robes that dragged with a hood to cover my face. It was the only clothes allowed to me for the time being. All else I had was my slave outfit underneath, a bikini-like dress that might as well have been my underwear. It was still a reminder of what I was: a slave. But soon I knew I would be more, in time.
For now I just had to figure what fruit would be decent enough admist all the meat I had to buy.
[member="Adenn Gra'tua"] [member="Mit Tuxaire"]