Private Acolyte Alchemy

[Sicarius Hekate]

Sicarius was studying. She was focused, intent and concentrating. Not even the screams of her subject was distracting her. In fact it was a vital part of the study she was attempting. Sicarius was trying to discover the origins of how, other species became humanoid. Some species obviously descended or diverted from the human track genome. Most likely they were specifically diverted through genetic manipulation, cloning and breeding and the like.

Sicarius herself was Dathomiran. The combined genes of those with access to the force as well as the innate athleticism, physically, rage and most important pain threshold was useful to inherit. Other Human and Near-Human cross genetics had their own advantages. Zeltrons had somehow developed the ability to secrete pheromones for instance.

Sicarius was also trying to find the source of how some obviously animalistic species developed bipedal evolutions in addition to their sentience. Similar experiments had been done before of course. Notably by the Arkanians.

Sicarius was trying to track the DNA and Genomes of such species to find an origin source, of where they herself included split off. If her studies were successful it was possible that one day she herself could genetically splice enough desired genes. Combat, Labour, Entertainment.

The possibilities were quite literally limitless.



Sicarius glanced up from her subject, who had stopped screaming into quite whimpers and the occasional spasm. Sicarius frowned in frustration the subject was close to passing out, while learning the limits of a person and species pain threshold was an intriguing part of her work. In this test subjects particular case she had figured out their limit quite awhile ago. They were disappointingly weak. One of Sicarius’s favourite ancient sith proverbs exemplified it with quite a florid prose.

Live with a man for 40 years speak on every subject then one day hold him over the volcanos edge and on that day you would truly meet the man. Who they really are.

Speaking of Sith lords Sicarius checked the time she was almost very nearly late. The lab ship that had picked her up and brought her to Darth Trilgans by his personal invititation. Which in there world was just a polite way of saying an order to be obeyed. Still the Sith Lord had been kind enough to give her a lab to continue her experimentations. It was a courtesy she appreciated.



Sicarius didn’t quite know what her purpose of the invitation or her visit was. All she had been told was the Sith Lord had heared of her experiments and wanted to meet her. Sicarius was intrigued and her insatiable curiosity lead her to want to know more.

The Ship landed in a docking bay.

“We have arrived mistress” The droid pilot informed her.



Sicarius indicated her acknowledgement before turning to the subject. It appeared she had learned all she could with this subject. She had ‘met the man’ as the ancient proverb had said. Still didn’t mean she couldn’t have a little fun. She flicked the switch of the electroshock table up to full. The subject screamed and thrashes. Sicarius let out a little self satisfied smirk as she left the ship.

Sicarius was met by a service droid who lead her to where the sith lord was. In his own lab conducting his own experiments. She heard the screams before they entered the room. Like sweet music to her ears.



“Master. You summoned me” Sicarius paused “How may I be of service?”

Darth Tigran

 

[Darth Tigran]

Pesh was focused on his current experiments, new variations of the Brainrot Plague. He was so fascinated of how it attacked the bodies and minds of Humans and Neimoidians. Especially Brainworm Rot Type A and Type C. He had evolved it to become a new, more Infectious strain, which he called it fittingly, Type E, as the Type D variant had been produced in recent years and had been ineffective. He had figured out that if the Dialogen in the subject's bloodstream was increased and if micro electropulses were added to the formula, the disease would become far more sturdy and more infectious.

"AGGGHHHHH!!!!!".

The Neimoidian subject screamed as the first draft of Pesh's Type E Brainrot strain had been injected into him a day earlier.

Pesh drifted over to the subject and looked at his vitals and could see via the Holoscreen & thermal scan, the strain moving through body. He placed his hand over his chin, pondering.

"Slow...", he muttered in a gradual evil tone. He meant that the variant was moving slower than he had predicted. He soon walked back to his lab table and began to tinker with his various formulas and substances.



A few minutes later, he was using telekinesis to pour several test tubes of compounds into a beaker, when he heard his servant over the lab's intercom.

"Master, the Acolyte has arrived".

"Very Good Jeremus, send her in".

He could hear the doors open and he could sense the Acolyte as well.

He stayed focused with the task at hand and kept his back to her as she greeted him and the service droid left the room to return to its post.

She greeted him, “Master. You summoned me”. “How may I be of service?”

He turned his head slightly to catch a glimpse of her as he soon turned back to his experiment.

"Welcome Acolyte, I trust the journey was not troublesome".

He paused and focused sharply as he poured a light compound to mix with a substance in another beaker that was sitting over a heat pad. After that he put down his tubes and experiments and slowly turned to face her.

"I would apologize for the state of my lab, but I have heard that you have already taken a liking to torture and experiments". He saw her eyes gleam with interest. "Come, approach". He now walked around a middle table to the subject, the Neimoidian.

He looked up at her as she would approach, "Look at this whelp, tried to swindle my son out of 700 credits, and all for some long forgotten debt". "Instead of killing him, I brought him here". "A fresh body could always be useful, wouldn't you say Acolyte?".

He now checked the subject's vitals, they were dropping, but the infection had slowed faster than he imagined and was going to grind to a halt. The subject would probably even though he would damaged beyond repair. It seemed that his first draft was a complete failure, but this was only a temporary setback, his second draft was being crafted on the lab table behind him.

The young Dathomirian Sith looked intriguingly at the subject, possibly itching herself to inflict her darkest desires upon his person.

"Before we get to the reason why you were summoned, tell me".

He looked at the worthless grubby man before him.

"How would you kill a worthless Neimoidian scum such as this?". He soon crossed his arms and waited for her answer. If she answered to his liking, she might become his apprentice, possibly the one he was searching for. Not that he needed one, but with his son off and about in the galaxy, a new student could be useful for the progress of his projects & experiments. Such an adept could possibly take his place, one day.

Sicarius Hekate

 

[Sicarius Hekate]

Sicarius looked on with interest and an eagerness to learn.

“The journey was fine Master.” Sicarius reported absent mindedly “The ship had a useful laboratory set up. Possibly even more useful as my own. It provided little to impede upon my time. If anything it was a benefit. My lab doesn’t always have a self sustaining current of electricity.”



“Thank You Master” Sicarius bowed her head as she approached the table with interest.

Neimodians they were a curiosity from a biological perspective. Born in hives, infants as larvae and biologically susceptible to diseases. As a society and culture they were almost as equally contemptible snivelling cowards who only cared about profit and only then as long as there were no risk to themselves.

Sicarius smirked at the explanation of the Neimodians current predicament. “Neimodians. The only time they ever come close to risking their skin is when there greed blinds them”



Sicarius considered the question of how to kill a Niemodian carefully. “Neimodians are notorious disease carriers. If I were to take my time as the most useful and informative death, I would inject a disease into a Niemodian as a test subject and incubator. Their susceptibility makes them a perfect breeding ground for such diseases. With the right genome sequence you could launch a plague that would decimate entire worlds possibly even the entire galaxy.”



Sicarius look turned pensive. “I suppose you could even develop a vaccine for a cure. If it worked on one of these grubs. It would work on most species. Assuming your interested in such an avenue of science”

Sicarius continued her train of thought “Such research can be intrigueing on an academic level. At the very least you could administer an immunity vaccine among your own troops who could walk through a plagued world without fear of harm”

Sicarius stream of thought kept on talking “On another level, you could also use the subject as an example of mutation. If you were able to use a Niemodian as a base subject for any number of mutations.”

“There’s also the fact as hive bred bugs, if you were able to isolate there reproduction tendencies you could breed a limitless supply of any number of biological life forms. At the very least you could have a new way to feed troops on campaign, at best your own loyal bug like beasts.”



Sicarius continued the line of thought “You could discover ways to physical augment biological lifeforms exponentially. Being able to control such lifeforms would require further research. Ancient Sith lords attempted similar experiments which lead to the Rhakgoul plague via the Murr Talisman. A truly remarkable biological alchemist of our for fathers of the Sith.”

Sicarius realised she had been rambling lost in thought so brought herself back to the present.

“All of that research would provide a function for us to explore. As well as deliver punishment for the insult the slimeball has given you”



“Of course assuming scientific research wasn’t your primary goal, and you wanted poetic justice for the insult this slime has given you.” Sicarius got a sligh mischievous smile “Well it’s well known Neimodians don’t like risking their skin for anything… so perhaps they shouldn’t have its skin at all”

Sicarius could barely control her own smile at the turn of phrase.

Sicarius bowed “I hope those suggestion are to your liking master”



“Still those are just the potential courses of action that immediately come to mind” Sicarius admitted “If none of those suffice, I’m sure I could think of others, if I were given more time to think of further solutions”

Sicarius looked at the feeble form on the table with disgust

“Regardless this insect needs to learn it’s place in the proper order of the universe. Such lower lifeforms should know to fear us not hound us, for their own greed and profit”

Darth Tigran

 

[Darth Tigran]

The Fresh Hunger

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Pesh smirked with an evil grin as the girl rambled on about possible ways to kill the wretch before them. She was very insightful in the ways of torture, diseases, mutations, genetic manipulation, biological manipulation. His grin widened as she carried on. Instead of halting her, he let her drone on, as she poured her knowledge out before him.

He soon brought his hand to grasp his chin during the middle part of her ramble. He was actually somewhat impressed. Rarely did Acolytes of her age and level have such knowledge of the Alchemic practices or on the History of diseases & mutations.

When she mentioned the Rakghoul Plague, he softly chuckled. He would have something to show her regarding that.......later.

He now replied, "Yes, those are to my liking". "You do have a sharp intellect don't you my dear". "Indeed you have......promise".

He smiled at her last line and soon replied, "Yes, we are Sith, our fear & power leads to their suffering, their torment, their......death". He turned his back away for a second and then turned to face his side to her and the subject. He gave another evil grin, "The Overseers were not mistaken, you are an impressive young Acolyte".



"I am currently working on developing new strains of the infamous Brainrot Plague. I have been developing the next variant, Type E". "The rot sets in the brain and eats away at the subject's nerves and internal systems, the death is agonizing and typically occurs shortly after it initially enters the bloodstream".

"I have injected this scum before us with my first draft of the variant, but the rot has only spread to the brain and upper regions and it is slow, and won't actually kill him". "Mistakes are apart of science, without them, the mistakes would continue". "But if we learn, as we Sith must evolve, then there is nothing that could stand in our way". He walked back to the lab table. He soon filled the beaker with some more compound and mixed it well for a moment, then poured it into a test tube. He mixed something else and poured both back into the beaker upon the heating pad. "This is my second draft, I added antibiotics and mutated particles of Hydrogen Sulfide the first time, but it didn't eat away at the subject internals fast enough".

He soon laughed. "Hahaha".

"Luckily, a man of my position is able to acquire, more rare elements for his experiments".

"One in particular, is the key for this formula".

"Bospridium". He soon glared over at the single Bospridium cylinder laying at the edge of the table. He picked it up, removed the cap, and immediately dropped all of it into the beaker.

He used the force to mix the compound and used his Cryokinesis to freeze the substance just enough to a more hardened, but still liquid state.

He could sense that the Dathomirian was enjoying watching him work.

He took the beaker used a thin tube to siphon some of into an injection needle which was attached on the end of a mechanical droid arm which activated with the push of a button. It would proceed to inject the substance into the subject on the table.

"Now, we shall begin". Pesh said as he used the force to push the button downwards to activate while several feet away. The stationary droid arms moved up and forwards towards the subject. Pesh now walked back over to the subject's location and waited for the droid arm to inject the Neimoidian with the second draft. Then suddenly, Pesh frowned and forced the droid to stop using the force again.

"Acolyte, press the green button on the holopad in front of you, it will use Magnesium conductors to remove the current variant of the rot so we can see how effective my second draft will be".

"Then press the purple button on the bottom right, that will heal his organs and brain".

Once the Acolyte would finish her instructions, Pesh released the droid arm from his force grip and let it inject the Brainrot into the now healed subject. it moved slowly down towards Pesh's victim.

Being healed by Pesh's lab equipment, hyper ventilators, and heat compressors, the subject awoke after being rendered unconscious. He looked confusingly at the Acolyte and then back at Darth Tigran.

"Wh....what happened.....why am I.....".

"Foolish", the Neimoidian looked back up directly at Pesh, recognizing his voice.

"My Lord!". "Please, want do you want!". "I won't charge your son again, I swear it, just don't kill me, I beg you!". He said sobbingly.

"Your actions require consequence", "Even if they didn't, you would probably meet the same fate, one day". "Your entire species is nothing but backstabbing cowards and corporate slime".

"Instead you will meet your fate.....now".

"NOOOO, please my lord, I have immense wealth, and and and.....and contacts, yes contacts within the Alliance and New Imperial Order!". Said the man, as he was still strapped to the table.

"Worthless".

"PLEASE MY LORD, I BEG OF YOU!!!"

Pesh didn't respond.

"MERCY!!!!!!".

Pesh now looked at his future apprentice with an evil smirk, then back at the subject more seriously.

He replied with a single line that would be a dagger of fear to any non-Sith who would hear it in their final moments. It echoed the words of past great Sith and their descendants.

Karness Muur

Naga Sadow

Exar Kun

Vitiate

Darth Ruin

Darth Bane

Darth Zannah

Darth Plagueis

Darth Sidious

Darth Krayt



All had spoken the words at one point or another that he was about recite. One of the truths of the Sith and the dark side itself. It was a fact of the galaxy, of reality.

Pesh finally spoke, "There is no mercy".

The needle injected the formula into the Neimoidian as Pesh watched the Holoscreen to see its progress through his body.

"Better, much better", he said as the rot spread immediately to his brain, beginning to cause feral madness and the worse pain imaginable as the element put into the second formula, Bospridium, was eating away at his flesh, moving quickly across the inners of his upper body and towards his chest and torso.

"YEEEEAAAGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH", screamed and snarled the Neimoidian. In a matter of moments, the subject began to turn, bend, and shake himself to try to break free of his restraints, but to no avail.

He could see the Acolyte smiling, clearly enjoying herself.

"Enjoying this display Acolyte?". Said Pesh as the subject was shaking uncontrollably upon the table and was trembling in immense suffering. A true glimpse of horror.

Sicarius Hekate