Architect of flesh
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She was never one to properly keep up with the events unfolding about the galaxy, who cares about politics when there were so many arcane secrets lurking about? The last she recalled, the Sith were becoming an almost unstoppable force. Cleaning and purging any and all who stood in their way of bloody conquest, but what of those who dwell in shadow? One who spent more time perfecting her arts over the actions of her peers? From an outside perspective it would seem like business as usual, conducting tests on her current inventions...
But for the astute scholar? Pain.. Disappointment beyond measure even! No new breakthroughs, no new creatures... The worst part of it all was that it was her own fault, staying locked away in her lab as opposed to joining her peers in their more lively conquest. Were her creations even being used? Noticed? Perhaps there was some degree of merit behind salesmen... Mayhaps she had neglected to promote her craft well enough.
The thoughts of self doubt clouded her mind as her ever-present shadow leaned behind the girl, no doubt holding a joyful grin as the words danced inside her mind.
"Does the silence you once found solace in still caress you so gently? To dwell in self doubt instead of feasting on your fascination? You know as well as I do, how you crave to see it burn, flesh to ash, bones cracked and coiled."
The scholar knew how right her shadow was, and how her Rhandite beliefs often had her fingers itch and tremble, nails longing to dig into supple flesh.
The young Lutris hid behind a mask, hiding away her more depraved nature from others.
And so, letting out a mild sigh she brushed her gloved hand across the pages of her tome. Breaking out of her trance as her ears heard the sound of an alarm going off, where was she again?
Closing her tome she gets up from her chair, sending out drones to sweep the area to find whatever had just broke loose. Wherever she was, this was not her lab.
Where was she again?