Sins of the Father

[Kyrel Ren]

Kyrel Ren, disgraced as he may be in his efforts to help the Ren in their time of need. Still had time to reflect on his actions, he had thought long and hard. Spending time outside of First Order space to acquire forbidden teachings on the Sith, and form his own agenda for the early plans to reform the Black Sun syndicate. His own agenda forming that would go against everything he had ever been taught. Everything that he had been striving for years. It was all for naught now. He had gone on a different path, and with that, he had made efforts to perhaps clone another offspring.

He might have thought mad of himself as he had tried. He had tried over and over, and to no avail his numerous attempts to correct the same process that had created Varas Ren had all but failed. He had now spent weeks with numerous failed specimens. He walked the silent halls of the fortress he was within, secluded on a remote world in the Outer Rim. Far from the First Order, far from anyone to know if he was here or not. None other than a few scientists and a lab assistant.

Yet so far in the past week, he had been filled with excitement. His current attempt while had borne little success and had to require the use of cybernetics he couldn't help but stare at the current subject in the vat so far. He spoke his voice in a dark inquisitive tone. "What is the news of our latest specimen."

[member="Corsica Cinto"]

 

[Jsc]

Her footfalls where sharp. Severe. Compliments to tall white heels and a dour woman's cunning professionalism.

"We are on schedule. Naturally."

Jagged blue eyes reflected in the tank before Kyrel. The first of her many sharp features. Taunt cutting cheekbones on her quiet ghostly face. Tall for a human. Unnerving for one too. Her posture was tall, towering, and obnoxiously uniform. It lent a cool strength to her already thin and slippery frame. Her pressed attire clung to her pointed shoulders. Her thin skirt clinging to her gargoyle knees. Indeed, what once might have been a woman in a soft beautiful form was now lost and fallen among her ridged, unassailable lust for perfection. Like red hot coals burning behind her sunken, smokey blue eyes. She remained. Silent as the grave. Hungry as the predator wolf.

"Shall I have the subject moved to the operation room. The,.. Well. The droids are anxious to begin."

Standing there alone in the quiet green reflection of the cloning chamber's cold shimmering mist. They both knew the truth. It wasn't just the the black droids who were anxious to succeed. It was her. Talus. Talus Von Murn of Mos Tyrell. A creator of art and an engineer of perfection.

And she was all too greedy to begin.

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[Kyrel Ren]

Kyrel had enough time to perhaps carry out the procedure, he needed to have the inhibitor chip implanted into her in order to make her more obedient. After all, he wished to succeed his previous attempt at where Varas failed. He needed an offspring that will carry on his dark legacy. To follow his will as her own, and after weeks of attempts, he had hoped to find that the cloning process was complete. He had instilled memory flashes so that she would be able to study or at least inherit his skills through memory such as Lightsaber combat, and piloting.

Most of all he couldn't afford for the project to be yet another failed attempt. He made sure that the one in charge of the project. Was able to read the previous files from the last project in order to improve on her work. Yet who knows what would happen. The Master of Ren was cautious and knew that any sign of failure and he would quickly end the procedure along with the test subject. Even if he had to be back at step one. The clone was carried over to the room. Still under heavy sedation.

"You may proceed Talus Tyrell. I do wish for the operation to go smoothly to make sure the Clone is obedient, and do please keep her restrained. Any signs of failure and I will not hesitate to end you myself." He said with a menacing tone as he walked inside the room. Waiting as the droids seemed anxious to carry out the delicate operation.

[member="Corsica Cinto"]

 

[Jsc]

A cruel smile crept up upon Talus' slim features,

"Well then. Your will is my command. Hehe. We shall begin, immediately."

The dark woman took her place at the command console. Slipping on an slippery pair of gloves, she smiled towards her reflection in the glass wall that separated her from the clean room. Her computer blinked to life and her glossy hands touched it's dials with glee. Red lights flashing against every cold finger. The droids in the next room spinning up. Rumbling to life. Ready to heed her every computerized command. They were ready now. The operation could truly begin. Just as Kyrell had instructed.

Thus. So it was that the powerful steel doors closed behind them. Slowly and with great force. Hissing shut and closing the outside world and it's many eyes away from Ren and Dr. Tyrell.

And leaving our world in darkness.

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The room was white. Brilliant and clear. A girl's fragile hand lay quiet against the soft fabric of the strange bed frame. Soft and alone. Her body hanging just slightly into the air. She was clothed in white raiment. Alien and form-fitting. Though she wore no shoes nor had any covering what-so-ever for her feet. Her lone identification was the blue bracelet that dangled from her wrist. Coded in a strange language that she might hesitate, slowly, to understand.

Her eyes awoke to the brilliance of the light and she quickly snapped them closed again. Rising slowly from the bed to rub her sore shoulders. Still balking at the headache and the brilliant lights that surrounded her. She said no words then. Still striving to gain her bearings. Almost wishing to stand. But then the questions came. Flashes of memories she wasn't quite were her's. With no recollection of why she came to be here? Nor even, how?

"Hello?"

Her empty words fell upon an empty room. She was awake now. And she was alone.

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