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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 bowed her head to the Master who had just entered.
“How may I serve you Master?”
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Viktoria Anetheas
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 bowed her head to the Master who had just entered.
“How may I serve you Master?”
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