@[member="Velok"] @[member="Ashin Varanin"]
"Yeah its impressive alright. If even half of this gibberish in this book is correct...these bastards were hiding something special."
Skorn was already strapped in, with the baby in the seat next to him, strapped in nicely in his golden basket. He was poring over the book now. Translating it in earnest and taking notes while he was at it. The Sorcerers had created a vast network of spelllines, weaved into one giant spell after the other. At first they had used the life of the planet itself. And this child had not been the first.
The book held it all, it was more a private journal than a spellbook. But this just happened to be the private journal of the Head Sorcerer in charge of research. They had created hundreds of failures, all dying at an early age. But they had been so close to achieving perfection. It was so simple that it was hilarious. The Sorcerers considered all Sith who inherited the mantle after the pureblooded ones died out to be false Sith. They thought them lesser. Even the few outcasts or degenrates who existed in this Galaxy were lost Souls, too far away from their inheritance to achieve true power. And true power was all they wished for.
So they created this child, as pureblooded a Sith as they could manage. The genes of Adas himself were used to clone him. But he wasnt just a clone they made sure of it. Somehow tapping into the planet itself for energy and later on sacrifice by the hundreds, they fueled their spells and channeled the lost potentials of the greatest Sith Lords of old. The Echoes of their actions which could never be, their lost dreams wandering chaos. They stole them all, funneling them into this child. A child created to be Sith'ari. A child created to fulfill prophecy.
The Chosen One.
The Dark Side of the Force was mother's milk to it. The only reason it hadnt killed everyone around it or possibly on this planet was because it wasnt aware of the concept of death yet. And that was a blessing. He cast one last glance at the baby.
"With your permission, your majesty."
The ship rose up and out of the mountain, out a cave built specifically as an escape tunnel. It was an old Imperial shuttle, a relic really but still flew decent. The coordinates specified were not that far from his location. He landed the ship amidst a field of corpses. The old Tusker stood in the midst of it all the carnage.
And he wasnt even breathing heavy.
The ramp went down and Skorn came down, with the baby in hand. It was asleep.
"Tada."
