Dr. Tyne Desdamonus
The Mad Doctor
The doors of Desdamoni were open.
Dr. Tyne Desdamonus, the cruel master of Valc VII, was in need of an assistant.
As of late, his research and projects had taken quite the toll on the already aging man. There simply was only so much one person could do, and as his network spread and contacts were made, his presence was sometimes needed in crucial dealings. While his slave, Vlikner, was of use occasionally, he could barely trust the halfling to drive a speeder, let alone take his sole vessel, an unremarkable ship of unknown origins. The continuation of his mission was vital, with an break in his studies almost near. Quite simply, the Mad Doctor had to break his personal rules for the betterment of mankind.
That's why he was willing to take on another to assist him.
Days ago, the Doctor had sent out a message, not electronically, but through the Force. The very castle itself served as an amplifier, sending his call out across the stars in a wave of dark energy that could be attuned only by those who were saturated in the Dark Side.
Come to Valc VII.
A response echoed to him almost instantly.
He gave few details. Only what was necessary at the moment. A brief explanation of his mission. An outline of the task at hand. And finally, the location of Desdamoni itself.
"Master...the guest has arrived."
Vlikner bowed at the terrible man's feet, grovelling with his message in hand. Desdamonus glared at the gremlin with ill-disguised contempt.
"I am aware of this, slave. Dispose of the bodies in Cell Three. They are beginning to stink."
With a bow, the creature excused himself, and Tyne waited at the entrance of his castle, where one powerful in the Dark Side was soon to arrive...
[member="Satia"]
Dr. Tyne Desdamonus, the cruel master of Valc VII, was in need of an assistant.
As of late, his research and projects had taken quite the toll on the already aging man. There simply was only so much one person could do, and as his network spread and contacts were made, his presence was sometimes needed in crucial dealings. While his slave, Vlikner, was of use occasionally, he could barely trust the halfling to drive a speeder, let alone take his sole vessel, an unremarkable ship of unknown origins. The continuation of his mission was vital, with an break in his studies almost near. Quite simply, the Mad Doctor had to break his personal rules for the betterment of mankind.
That's why he was willing to take on another to assist him.
Days ago, the Doctor had sent out a message, not electronically, but through the Force. The very castle itself served as an amplifier, sending his call out across the stars in a wave of dark energy that could be attuned only by those who were saturated in the Dark Side.
Come to Valc VII.
A response echoed to him almost instantly.
He gave few details. Only what was necessary at the moment. A brief explanation of his mission. An outline of the task at hand. And finally, the location of Desdamoni itself.
"Master...the guest has arrived."
Vlikner bowed at the terrible man's feet, grovelling with his message in hand. Desdamonus glared at the gremlin with ill-disguised contempt.
"I am aware of this, slave. Dispose of the bodies in Cell Three. They are beginning to stink."
With a bow, the creature excused himself, and Tyne waited at the entrance of his castle, where one powerful in the Dark Side was soon to arrive...
[member="Satia"]
