Private The Studies of Two

[Darth Tennacus]

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Location: Seculus-B, Outer Rim Territories

Mentions: Darth Senthral


Seclusion was a valuable asset; for the Sith, it had served them well. Distancing beyond perception, their existence was reduced to a myth. And while times had changed, and the Sith had grown to be an ever existing presence in the Galaxy, seclusion still played its role. Tennacus knew distancing themselves from the majority of their brothers and sisters would have its benefits, just as remaining close to them would. But here, within the great nothingness, uncharted territories provided them certain benefit. The construction of their facility had gone along smoothly; everything was discreet. Credits were exchanged without a trace. Workers basked in a wealth they could revel in with their families, so long as they disappeared and never spoke a word to anyone. They were shipped through uncharted space on windowless shuttles, and they left in the same manner of obliviousness. Now, their facility was complete. Now, they could focus on the work Tennacus had longed to resume. It had been put off long enough.

He'd told his Apprentice some time ago that they were building towards something. Them, not anyone else. And for long enough, the Sith Lord had remained vague in his details, making his Apprentice suffer and build up his lust towards that thirst for knowledge. There was no day or night on that rock; it was just an eternal black. A tidally locked rock to which they had established themselves on its darkest face. Tennacus sat within the residency lounge, preparing them some food to start their dark day. He'd told his Apprentice before they slept to be up and in the lounge exactly twelve hours after they had slept. It was currently eleven hours and thirty-two minutes since he had made that order, and the alluring caffeine was being prepped to push away their tiredness.

Ten minutes before the hour, Tennacus had everything prepared, with the food and caffeine set on the table. Given the methods of the Sith, some might find it odd for a Master to serve his Apprentice. But a cub would have to learn from its parents on how to walk. It was necessary to teach a youngling of any species to walk before they could run.

Tennacus seated himself on the singular cushioned chair at the table set out with their breakfast. He sat back against the soft fabrics, shirtless, leaving the hiss of the conditioner's cool air to graze over his skin. A wave of his arm summoned the presence of a nearby Viper Probe Droid, with half of its plates removed and its wiring spilling out of holes like the entrails of a Tauntaun. He'd had it purchased later on from that merchant who provided them the vessel, with Tennacus having an interest in it. He was in the midst of reprogramming it to serve as a droid that would benefit him personally, and the droid compliantly allowed itself to be lobotomised at the breakfast table.

"How does this feel?" Tennacus twirled a screwdriver between its plates. The droid floated placidly.


"I don't feel, Master. I calculate."

Tennacus sighed. "You know what I mean."

The droid took a moment to calculate. "I believe the screw is sufficiently tightened. Don't you need to eat, Master?"

"I can wait." Tennacus pushed a plate back into place. "Did you ever have a name?"

"Why would I have needed one? I was an Imperial Probe Droid. We're not supposed to come back from where we are left off."

"But you did," Tennacus stated. "How?"

The droid paused. "Bypass my security level wall, and I might tell you."

Tennacus huffed beneath his mask. "Well, you cost me seven thousand and seven hundred credits, and so far you've been a pain in my backside, so I think 77-B is a decent name for you."

The droid whirled, then croaked. Its vocal cords still needed adjusting, but it maintained a more relaxed, blunt lilt. "77-B? Interesting that you living things name things. Does not really matter to us. We serve, we die, just like you will."

The ways of the Sith, Tennacus thought to himself.

 

[Darth Senthral]

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“Cheeky thing ain’t it.” The Sith Apprentice commented, having taken a seat at the table. Darth Senthral settled himself in and began finishing his food quickly, a swig of his caffeinated pleasure and he was awake faster than you could say just about anything. Not that he wasn’t awake the moment he came in, just that caffeine had a way of waking folks up double time. He was among them. “Thank you Master. Food and drink was swell, I’ve no qualms.” Unsurprisingly. He was himself a man short for unrest, never one to complain. There was naught to complain about that you shouldn’t just be able to fix yourself.

No problematic things ever really came straight to mind, but he did have a bit of questioning running through his head lately. Something he felt he could solve in time. Lothal was home to many creatures, but Loth Wolves were what interested. He had gotten his hands on lots of knowledge on the Force, discreetly and with approval from his Master. No propaganda for either Light nor Dark, no simply straight factual accounts. One such was of these odd wolves. They seemed to be attuned to the Light Side of the Force, and yet they were also said to be sentient creatures. That being said. Could they choose, as sentience allowed, to open up to the Dark Side? There were lots more questions about them then just that, but he’d have them answered one way or another.

Through trials and tribulations assuredly, nobody was ever without those.

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[Darth Tennacus]

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"Quite," Tennacus answered, "but he'll serve best for us without a mortal compass." With a tap on the metallic plating, 77-B dismissed itself and rode off down the hallway to shut down for maintenance. Once it was out of the room, Tennacus sat back on the chair, folding one leg over the other with a cup of the brewed caffeine between his fingers. Not often did he remove his mask in front of people, but today he did, pressing at buttons and running his fingers along crevices to loosen the plates which cupped his mouth. A hiss escaped from between the seams, and Tennacus pulled the mask from his cheeks, releasing a sigh. The steam of the caffeine hit his lungs like a slugged round, but he withheld his discomfort and merely hissed as he lifted the drink to his lips and took a sip of the liquid. The once sharpened sensation soothed into a warming embrace in his chest, and then he set the flask down on the table.

"I wanted us to wake up a little earlier than usual to go over what ground we still need to cover outside of the facility." Tennacus reached for a holopad down the side of the chair, lifting it in front of his chest. "I've got the location of those wolves you were after; thankfully Lothal is not too far of a jump. I imagine we can get in and out with time to spare if we play it right. We need to wait for the ship to complete its maintenance and instalments, however, as I'm interested, as what I require demands our presence in the Unknown Regions. A lot of uncharted territory that end of the Galaxy, so we won't be coming back anytime soon."

Tennacus set the Holopad on the table. "Facility installations are complete. We've got a smelting station and forge ready for use, and we have the means to make our own weaponry. Those Mark 1's will be repaired soon enough, so that concludes that concern. For now, I have something else for us to turn our focus on."

The Sith leaned forward. Suddenly the scars running along his mountainous arms and stomach were far more prominent. As if he'd suddenly tensed in suspense to a very unusual question. "What did the Jedi teach you about the Sith, my Apprentice?"

 

[Darth Senthral]

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“A Sith’s words are not to be trusted. Sith act upon raw emotion, and are henceforth blinded by it. Sith use the Dark Side, it is the unnatural part of the Force. A cancerous aspect that kills it’s user.” The words came from his mouth simply, he held no disdain for them. They were lessons he had learned, and more than that one’s he had overcome. He knew where to find both the bit of truth in them, and the ignorance. “Those were the lessons mainly instilled in me. It’s my belief that those lessons are commonplace among Jedi. Some if not most, and perhaps most even then.”

The Jedi thought much of the Sith, they knew far too little. Knowing a Sith uses the Dark Side was like knowing a Hutt loved to chow down. Assuming they blinded themselves with their emotions was like expecting a reek not to charge you if you whipped it right and hard. Both were foolish in their own way. Knowledge was required to know a Reek would charge you, but context clues were there. Sizable hind legs perfect for throwing it forward, and not to mention three horns.

The same could be applied for knowing a Sith does not necessarily blind themselves with their emotions. If they did then how could Sith Masters exist? Surely they’d all die off quickly if so embodied by such a flaw. The Mastery of the Dark Side was part learning it, and part learning not to lose yourself in it. You embrace it yes, but in doing so you do not have to become a beast of emotions. No. The emotions are the beast. Consider yourself their handler. That was how he saw it anyway. Honed Chaos was far more useful than Untamed Chaos anyway.

It didn’t take a professional investigator to figure that all out. At the end of the day he felt the Jedi were in a way more blinded. So caught up in their own Way, they could not truly analyze their enemies. Most Jedi anyway. That most was why he would not so quickly underestimate them. Every trade had it’s outliers. Sometimes they numbered greatly, and still managed to not be the majority. Fear those one’s.

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[Darth Tennacus]

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It was a comparison of teachings, if anything. In the days of Tennacus' education, he had been taught what the Jedi had been taught about the Sith, as well as their own ideologies. Were they betrayers of their Force-sensitive brothers? Absolutely. Were they greedy? Some were so greedy they buried their riches along with them, afraid to ever let go. They were lustful, power-hungry beings who sought to only gain more power, and always lived in fear of losing it. The inevitably of death, and how it would strip them of their rightful ownerships of endless possibilities.

"The Jedi have many opinions about us, but their base concept on our existence seems relative to the current situation. History has proved that the Sith's yearning for greatness has led them down a path of self-gain to which infighting has rose and brought about the fall of several ranking operations. Lord Bane was right to have initiated the Rule of Two to bring order to our ranks. I was there during the fall of the Brotherhood of Darkness. Even I engaged in the act of killing our superior. Us, a mere handful of students, killed a man to whom we all owed thanks. Deep down, it was the ability to kill the very person who had trained us that led us to our actions. Temptation to kill a figure who is, in some sense, idolised, killed by your very hands. It makes you feel superior in every aspect; but amongst tens of others who felt the same, it only represented further internal conflicts."

"But there are those who deserve to die within the ranks of the Sith because of their selfish interests. They crave what is in the now and do not look towards the future. Realising their limited mortality, they want everything because they will soon have nothing. But there are those who have longed to overcome this limiting force of nature. The concept of everlasting consciousness, that may live on while the underserving whither and die around them. Only few in a thousand have ever gotten close to this accomplishment, with fewer actually accomplishing it. If you are truly ready to show your dedication to the cause of the Sith, I will show you the true nature of the Force."

Tennacus rose from his chair and threw his cloak around his shoulders. He took a moment to equip his mask, then motioned down the hallway, signalling for Darth Senthral to follow. Guiding him down the lengthy, dim hallway, they arrived at the pressurised doors of the Experimentation Wing, where Tennacus scanned his retina to begin the process of unsealing the doors. A mechanical, feminine voice whirled over the doorway. A strobe of red lights blinked across the ceiling from one end to the next.

"Input authorised. Oxygen deprivation decreasing. Please stand by until depressurisation is complete. . . Depressurisation complete. Please stand by for depressurisation of exterior doors." The doors hissed with a release of jetted air as pressure moved between the doors. Once depressurisation was complete, the voice added, "Depressurisation complete. Please approach second retina scanner for depressurisation of interior doors." Tennacus approached the retina scanner. After a short moment, it whirled positively, and the second depressurisation commenced. "Second retina scan complete. Welcome, Lord Tennacus. Please be advised that current temperature levels within the room are at Zero Degrees Celsius with no indication of temperature increase. Preservation of specimens at 100%. Please note that doors will seal behind you to prevent contamination. As always, please proceed with caution."

A dense wave of cold, dry air spilled out of the room, splashing across their legs. Tennacus entered, throwing his hood up over his head. As the voice had promised, the wing was recognisably low, maintaining a sturdy Zero Degrees Celsius for the preservation of all specimens within. Broad, towering bacta tanks stood in several rows throughout the length of the wing. Vents jetted cold air through the ceilings continuously, and mechanical arms crawled out of the walls to pass vials from one machine to the next. The bacta tanks were empty, save for the thick, green liquid floating within the sturdy glass, bubbling and whirling in its own temperatures for stability. Once Lord Senthral had entered, both doors sealed behind them as promised. Tennacus guided them between the rows of empty tanks, taking a good full minute to reach another room behind a pressurised door beneath an upper platform. Unlike the other door, Tennacus only needed to wave his hand for it to open, and thus allow them to enter into the warmth of stable temperatures existing in what appeared to be a small laboratory. It looked more like a concoction of a conference room and laboratory fused together, with a large, broad table and chairs centralised in the room, with a large, bubbling bacta tank of green liquid playing host to an embryo. The charts on the holopads showed a DNA sequence of a Muun, still within the early stages of development. But it was growing fast and steady, just as Tennacus hoped.

The door shut behind them. Tennacus gestured towards the tank mounted on the table. "This is it," he declared. "The very fruition of what shall save us. My master and I longed to make this discovery. Always were we sure that we were so close, merely a Holocron or two away from understanding the nature of our goal. Until now, I have never been more certain of our capabilities. This is the answer we have been searching for. Everlasting life; the power of the Dark Side."

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[Darth Senthral]

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Darth Senthral need not be told the importance of this place, nor the being before himself. He need not ask what it was either, though curiosity rose before him. He suspected he would know all the answers in time. A strange feeling came in though, as if this thing was above both Sith and Jedi. This research was in the very Dark Side itself, more than simply ideologies. The same kind he wished to do himself, all so riveting. “I understand what you’ve said Master, but might you elaborate further? What exactly is this thing? It’s importance is not past me, but I cannot feign knowledge I do not have.”

Curiosity seemed to have gotten the words out. Well if he would know in time, there was no harm in simply asking. It was no crime to raise questions, as long as you did not do so simply because of ignorance. There had to be meaning behind queries. Only when you did not truly wish to know that which you asked, was it wrong to ask a question. Only then. Already though he was puzzling things out in his head, trying to figure it all out. Clearly it was an embryo, was this everlasting life something Darth Tennacus sought for himself, or perhaps another? Then again maybe this something would become or perhaps in a way already was a someone. Someone that would live forever. He was not all that sure, just dueling in the dark.

 

[Darth Tennacus]

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Tennacus stared towards the embryo in silence, only calm breaths sighing out of the vents within his mask. This is our future, my young Apprentice. Can you not see? He was thinking. This is how we live on, while everything lives and dies around us. A reference his own Master had said to him, once upon a time. Tennacus was once within his Apprentice's shoes, oblivious to the truth of it. But much unlike the teachings of his Master, Tennacus was not about to withhold the truth. Sith may live and die without ever knowing of this, but memory of its promise had lived on, leading them up to this very moment. The Dark Side lurked heavily within that room. Around that tank, preserving over it; watching over it.

"There have been few Sith to understand this representation," Tennacus claimed. "and we are among them." Tennacus slowly circled the bacta tank. "In the very early teachings of my Master, he often taunted me of death being absolute, unless I gave myself to him entirely. To his studies, to his cause - to the Sith. Records have shown that the Sith had discovered a way to live on - maintain consciousness after the flesh had served its purpose. Alchemy and gene splicing took us to realise that this goal was accomplishable, albeit through great risk. Our consciousnesses may live on beyond death, and return from that netherworld to breathe through lungs yet again. We calculated the risks. The percentages of an uninterrupted transition were minimal at best. My master died before I came to the realisation that we may be able to acquire this through genetic engineering. Alchemy may play its role, and in the end, it may give us what we have longed for."

Tennacus returned to his Apprentice, standing over him, digits curled around his shoulders, forcing him to stand idle. The quiet breaths amidst his silence rasped out of the vents. "This is how you and I ensure that we see the Sith reach their goal. Others may die around us, but it is you and I who shall live on. Live to see our cause completed, and leap forth into the future without ever fearing death. What you see before you is an incubated embryo that will play host one day. So far, we have only made one, and to make another will require the DNA of that being to replicate its cells. It will be a challenge, and I will demand everything from you to make sure we reach what we have been reaching for. You will sleep little and work hard. I have shown you but glimpses of the alchemic wonders offered from the Dark Side. But you will learn more as we genetically alter our specimens, making sure they are the perfect hosts for us to slither into when this flesh of ours no longer serves to carry our power. Do you understand what I am telling you, Lord Senthral?"

 

[Darth Senthral]

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“I understand now my Master, a shell for our souls, that we may see the Sith’s Goals through. Ages may pass before they come to fruition, but if we play our cards right, then we will be their for the ages. Immorality, true to form as can be.” That was his recognition of understanding, and now that he knew, it was only time before he took on the goal as if his own. Human lives were short, such was proved that ages came and past, and often their names changed. That age was the Rebellion Era, and one the Clone Wars Era. Few lived that saw more than two or three in their lives. Those that saw more were part of different species. He had never heard of them having great impact, except Grand Master Yoda. He had heard tales of that old bat before. Many tales.

“I’ve known no greater cause than this. If it’s Freedom I once sought, than surely it can be gained with this. Though even if I weren’t sure I could reach my own goals with this. I trust you my Master, and I fear I’m short for trust in my Sith Brethren.”

Trust was one way of putting it, it wasn’t that trust was the wrong way. Just that the trust did not come as it often had before. Camaraderie did not breed it. Nor friendship or anything of the such. It was respect for superiority, to know one knew more than you was a benefit if you were willing to accept it. Open your eyes to what could be learned. Master and Apprentice were often odd among Sith. He’d seen this now several times. Although there often seemed to be some underlying sense of respect, even for those that despised each-other most. Perhaps many saw it differently, it was hard to see respect where there was snarls and threats to slaughter the other one day, but he had seen it. Perhaps he was luckier, to not have a hateful master, and not be such a hateful apprentice.

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[Darth Tennacus]

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"Precisely, my Apprentice." Tennacus spoke in a low audible tone, having about him a certain tinge to his lilt. Like a phantom creeping over the shoulder of its prey, ushering whispers into their ears. Now, Darth Senthral knew what Tennacus stood for; what he had waited so long to accomplish. But it was as he had promised: it would be difficult, demanding and focused. One slip could ruin significant progress, and Tennacus was not about to lose what he had worked towards to have it end by the foolishness of quivering fingers. He would break his Apprentice's hands and make them heal anew if Tennacus sensed anything of an obstacle. Tenacity demanded certain sacrifices.

The Sith unravelled his fingers from his Apprentice's shoulders. "As you can see, there is only one vessel. And as I have said, to grow another will require the DNA of that species. We will make that trip very soon, so you best inform me what specimens you seek, so that we may begin the growth as soon as possible. We can only accelerate growth so much before the likes of genetic disfunction fall into place." Tennacus moved around to his Apprentice's side, staring towards the incubation tank. "What say you, Lord Senthral? What is the unfortunate soul of the species do you seek?"

 

[Darth Senthral]

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The Apprentice could not say he had given the idea much thought. Though he would not like to come back as some species of a lack of familiarity. “Mirialan.” A simple choice. His other’s might have been Umbaran or Chiss. Chiss Society looked down on Force Sensitivity. Therefore he would have been a stalwart against such ideals. Umbarans thrived in the dark, and many studied the Dark Side closely. Mirialan often had a primitive idea on the Force. To gain knowledge passed any other of their kind had seen before. It might draw them to new heights if they ever heard of him. If not, it was no matter, the Mirialan were a strong species. Beyond any other reasoning, that one was fair enough in it’s own right.

“There have been many to rise to the call of the Dark Side. There may be an untapped potential in places we do not know. I shall see. Though even if not, my own potential shall suffice.” Words decided actions, and often enough explained them as well. There were many species that spanned the Galaxy. Too many. It was best to keep it simple. Perhaps not the safest bet, and yet nor a dangerous one. At the end of the day it would surely all come upon himself, and not the body he chose to inhabit.

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[Darth Tennacus]

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"Very well," Tennacus answered, turning back towards the door. "Before we begin to delve into the experimentation of genetics, we will finalise our tasks and move to acquire the DNA and tames we wished to possess. I believe the Wandering Pilgrim has concluded its refurbishments for us to pursue our goal. Once we are done, the studies of two will begin, and you will become ever wiser in your understanding of the Force's nature."

With that, Tennacus left the room to move through the laboratory and exit the experimentation wing. They still had some ground together, but killing such time would benefit the development of the embryo in their absence. Once the Sith had made their way back out into the corridor, Tennacus said, "Prepare what you must. Weapons, provisions, snares - everything you will need. We will be gone for quite some time."

 

[Darth Tennacus]

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"Their annihilation came as a result of the masses." Tennacus was continuing, enlightening his Apprentice, Darth Senthral , about the faults that brought about the destruction of the Brotherhood of Darkness. The two Sith were in the accommodation wing of Seculus-B, training, meditating, and studying whilst they awaited the bacta tanks within the experimentation wing to finalise the production of their developed experiments. Tennacus still had his Muun, but now they were waiting for his Apprentice's to finish developing. In the meantime, Tennacus had thought to pass the time with a touch up on Senthral's teachings, training him to be a more knowledgeable, stronger conduit to the Dark Side. The accommodation wing had been moved around to set a long, thick rug down for them to sit across from one another and meditate. Ominous, enlightening sounds emanated over the speakers of the dark, candlelit room, helping them channel their focus. The primary lights had been switched off, leaving the orange hue of the candles to glimmer in the corners of their sights. Incense burned in a bowl between them. Long wisps of smoke rose up to reach their nostrils.

"Lord Kaan thought himself wise to distribute power equally among the Sith," Tennacus continued, "but it could never be like that. Remember: power swells in singular beings, thriving in a host who absorbs all knowledge and wisdom to preserve for themselves. If you seek to distribute your wisdom equally among the masses, the Dark Side will only dilute itself, stretching and straining. Darth Bane saw the flaws in Lord Kaan's actions, and he took it upon himself to purge the last Sith of his failed order. Remember that there can be only two. One to harbour power, and one to crave it. That is what will make the likes of you and I different: power, wisdom and knowledge will not flow beyond ourselves, until one of us succumbs to the strength of the other."

The Sith Lord shuffled in his seated position, tightening his folded legs. 77-B and JO-1 would inform them when the time had come to see the production of Senthral's experiment. They had plenty of time to delve into the teachings further.

"Knowledge does simply fall into the hands of someone. One has to search for it - crave it so much that the Force draws them towards it. If there is anything you are searching for - any secrets of power you wish to understand - now would be the time to tell."

 

[Darth Senthral]

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Training would always continue, long as there was more for Darth Tennacus to teach, and more for himself to learn. Darth Senthral had sought the knowledge to gain Beast Mastery of his own will, but it was knowledge he would not have gained without that which he had from his own Master. This he knew, and so when asked of what latest secrets of power he sought to understand? There could be no saying he had not thought upon that, for he would never stagnate. There was always more knowledge to crave, and more power to be gained by obtaining it.

"My Master. Where the living fall flat, I've found I can bind the dead more clearly to my own will. Aside from the wolf of course." There was no dominating of wills there, no Force given commands, only a similar respect to the one he and his own Master shared. The Loth Wolf had power to gain from him. Nihil could not be Niall if he did not obey Darth Senthral, or work hand in paw with him. However the wolf saw it- he did not really care. The servitude, or dedication was of consequence, not what specifically brought it about. "Is there a way to directly snuff out the life of something and immediately resurrect it?"

He knew very well Jedi was not the only thing they'd ever battle, and even so some Jedi wielded with them the Dark Side. Why? Non sequential. How to combat it was what he wanted to know. Those Jedi, and even the opposing Sith they faced, he needed a tactic for them. The dead he could not be stripped of command, but those living he used through the Will of The Force? He could. So to snuff out their life and simply have them as the walking dead with ease of command, surely that would be the best way to combat things. "This is a power I wish to know. To take life with the Dark Side, and give it in turn. Without choking, crushing, slashing, or blasting."

 

[Darth Tennacus]

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Tennacus stirred upon the mat, shuffling his legs, fixing his posture. The meditative melodies brought certain focus and acceleration to passion - rather appropriately given what the Apprentice had asked of his Master. In order to submerge himself into focus, Tennacus had taken away the fabrics that bound around his torso, giving shape the muscles riding like waves across his chest. But it was neither the chill in the air or the lack of material that made his skin rise and tense, contracting the tens of scars which streaked across his body. Even his lower limbs had stirred beneath their fabrics, brought on by a ominous sensation conjured up by the will of the Force.

"Are you referring to the concept of Force Transference?" Tennacus breathed out from beneath his mask. "To be able to pull a life force from one being and install it into another? If so, then it is possible to acquire such an ability, though it is not one to take lightly. Holocrons teach that Lord Bane had attempted such a power, but in doing so he had lost the tangible vessel of his former self - and inevitably failed in his attempt. Nothing but a mere shadow lived on in the Apprentice he tried to possess.” The Sith paused, turning to the image of Darth Bane scarred across the wall. Even in the dark of the room his eyes pierced through all shadows, ever watchful in the eternal pose. “If you require to take on such an ability, I can teach you. But to achieve such a feat upon others may pose a risk that is beyond your saving. The wills of others are different: those you choose to rebirth in the vessels of another are prone to the possibility of being lost to the void if you are not cautious. You must be able to bend the wills of others, just as you must be able to pull life from a defeated form. Weaken one will, and strengthen another. That is the key to your success. I only advise you do not attempt it on those with who your emotions are. . . engrossed.”

 

[Darth Senthral]

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"Force Transference." He tried the words in his own voice. He had heard of those Sith of Old, whom used such an ability to keep themselves alive. Perhaps it might even hold relevance to their own grand plan, of taking on other bodies when needed. They were after-all, both human men, leastways as far as he knew when it came to his Master. They would not live forever, and time was something they needed. He understood this greatly, it took time to do the things they had to, and they simply might not have enough. "To apply it upon others but not myself. If this is possible, then I could weaken the body and destroy the mind, and send another to inhabit it?"

If such was possible, he already saw the use in it. Send a beast's mind to inhabit a man's perhaps? Or vice versa. The possibilities he pondered upon, and yet knew without the ability he might never know the fruits they held. "I am willing to learn what you are willing to teach Master. Though, I do not imagine I will use this Force Transfer for myself just yet. I have been through so much with this body of mine, and thought it wears down... It is still of use. That and, another person's simply won't do." To manipulate life around him, with that he could surely reason out how to simply snuff out one's very being. That way he could have a relatively undamaged shell of something, and be able to throw in whatever he saw fit. It was only maybe possible, but it was something worth exploring anyway.

 

[Darth Tennacus]

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"Such power has led the likes of many Sith to their own destruction," Tennacus started. "To possess a mind is well within our reaches. To swap consciousnesses between hosts would be. . . challenging, in any sense. Not only would the being have to harbour the sensitivity to even take on such a trait, but it would require an ability to compel the will of another so that they could inhabit the following host. In the heat of battle, I would never suggest delving into such focus."

The Sith Lord paused for a moment, then added, "I would teach you an alternate solution. Rather than take on such a comprehensive task, it would be more beneficial to convince an existing consciousness that it was something else. Madness and delirium manifests strength, resolve and agility as if it were an inherent ability. Better to convince a sane mind that it is nothing more than a Rancor than try to put the mind of such a beast into a body that can barely contain it. You would risk losing yourself in the process."

The Sith straightened his posture, resting his hands on his knees. His eyes closed, carrying his consciousness out of the room, projecting it within the Breeding Grounds of Seculus-B, where the likes of Xenomorph ran rampant. His consciousness manifested as a shapeless shadow, taking on no immediate form of recognition. The grounds it loomed over were fertile soils of growing wild vines and trees; the likes of various native plants taken from their home worlds and grown into an aesthetic scenery for their creatures to roam freely.

"Take your consciousness to the Breeding Grounds." There was a pause while Tennacus waited for his Apprentice to conjure a shadow of his own making. When he felt it, he continued. "Just as you can manipulate an enemy to do your bidding, you can force them to take on aggressions they would never inherently manifest. Lord Bane recorded similar circumstances in his youth: his own abilities were fed on by masses. Crowds once calmed suddenly stirred in violence in the wake of his rage, anger and hate. Without even knowing it, he could twist the minds of others to a point where they started killing one another without being conscious of their aggression. The same principle can work here. Reach out to one of our beasts - or two of them, if you can. Think back on the thoughts of your brother. The hate you harboured for him. The anger he gave you in his oppressive ideologies; your detest of the Jedi who once held you from this very power. Focus your feelings into the creatures. Let them feed on your emotions, and make them befall a violence never thought possible. Make them fight until they die from exhaustion."