Afungi mate have you tried making new quests? This and the one last week is just sad dude. Imagine waiting days for just one reply.

>>4417374
Give this one more than just an hour, man. Also, I'm used to this. Gets like this at times.

>>4417209
Awe fuck yis! I need to catch up with this quest. Do you have a like the link to the archives?

>>4417419
>Character Sheet: https://pastebin.com/nNRsydR1
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Star%20Wars:%20The%20Knights%20of%20the%20Old%20Republic%20and%20the%20True%20Sith

My bad, I have yet to make a post-OP text pasty for this quest. Also, the character sheet probably still needs a tune up.

>>4417209
>"All you need is some wings, a stinger, and the ability to inject eggs inside other creatures' bodies to truly be the most adorable thing that could ever exist!"
What about razor sharp mandibles that can extend outwards from their mouths to cut objects and people in half, or a smaller but faster mini mouth that can pop out and bite things?

>[ ] Write In.
Leave Darth GF to her devices, we must train so we can be a big strong lad.

>>4417374
at least you're here.

>>4417427
gonna pop in and out. Phone posting from work.

>>4417209
>[X] "Do you want to maybe...spend time together? I mean, I haven't seen you do a single thing of importance in the entire time I've been with you."

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>[ ] ONEGAI HOLOCRONU!
>[ ] Let's date and not just fuck.

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>[X] Take the holocron, it's your precious.

Becoming strong enough to jack up your father in single combat in your best conditions is one of your grand objectives. You can take anything so long as it allows you to achieve that goal. The other ones are not as important but still things you should do for the sake of other people. Maybe you'll help restore the lost arts in due time.

You levitate the glowing pyramid of magical-like technology into your hands and make your way out the office.

The usual faces of the academy blur by as you get out into the endless dunes of Korriban.

While you would check in on your students, that would be babying them after their grand murder fest. You sure as hell took off the training wheels with that assignment. Even you wre surprised by that, but it was necessary to prepare them for the inevitable.

You, sitting on the sand, shake your head free of stray thoughts.

Holo Hord's Holocron levitates up out your hands before the projection of the legendary Sith Lord appears.

"Young Magnus. In need of training as usual, I assume?"

"Uh-huh." You nod and shrug. "I don't really have an interest in ancient history or philophisizing with you outside of discussing combat... That's actually quite a waste of your holocron now that I think about it."

"I had no interest in history or much in philosophy when I was alive. This is more than fine with me."

"Alright, let's get to it then."

"Good, what will it be this time?"

A hum chimes in your throat.

Either you can further your martial abilities, learn what he knows of alchemy just to get it over with, or focus on Force Abilities for a change.

A total of four can be chosen, each taking three hours off your day. Sith Alchemy will take all your free time, however.

>Telekinesis
>Force Draining
>Force Lightning
>Force Absorption
>Force Reinforcement
>Emotion Channeling


>Form I
>Form II
>Form III
>Form IV
>Form V
>Form VI
>Form VII
>Formlessness

>Sith Alchemy

>>4417765
>Sith Alchemy

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>>4417765
Why do we want to jack up our pops?
What's the progress of our various apprentices?
What happened to edgy McEdgeMaster?

>Sith Alchemy
I hunger. Hunger for giant mechas. With LRM's and SRM's.

>>4418075
>Why do we want to jack up our pops?
It's the duty of one's children to surpass their parents or at least create their own happiness. As the heir to a great Sith bloodline and a young man with many targets at your back, you can't be weak.
>What's the progress of our various apprentices?
Arezoo be Arezooing and Karimi be catnapping. As for Yang, he's in the hospital because:

>Yang: One-eye was blinded, beheaded, and quartered.
>Magnus Blinkus: Hardcore, man.
>Yang: Not my fault he could heal and didn't stop attacking me...after I attacked him.

>What happened to edgy McEdgeMaster?
Still seething.

>[X] Sith Alchemy

>(1/2)

You best get the ancient Sith Arts out the way. The sooner you do that, the sooner you can learn more of lightsaber/general combat to face anyone who stands in your way. A gigantic robot powered by the Force is also a possbility. You'll call it Alchemechalica and rain death on the Republic as well as the Jedi. Maybe you'll make Pierce into a super bipedal tuk'ata that can be your Khem Val. If you've learned anything from hanging around that beast of an alien, it's that it helps to have one around.

"Sith Alchemy."

"After this, you will have learned all I can teach you of the arts."

"Good." You raise and stretch your arms. "I really want to continue training formlessness with you."

"In life, I failed to teach anyone anything I knew. My greatest apprentice felled me with their betrayal... Perhaps you will be different."

An eyebrow of yours rises. "Does it really count when you're a holocron and I'm living flesh?"

"Technically speaking, yes: for all intents and purposes, I am a technological shade of Tulak Hord. His spirit likely still lives, as Sith tend to linger far after death."

"Yeah, the real Hord is doing something with a bunch of other Sith Lord remnants. Not sure what exactly but if I think any further I might have a brain aneuyrism."

"...What?"

"No time to explain; let's perform some quite literal maybe-magic."

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"Alright then." The projection shrugs. "Close your eyes and dig a hand in the sand."

You plunge your punchers into the dirt as instructed.

"Envision the structure of your brain through the Force down to the last cell. Focus on the fabric of your being and its tie to the Force. Breakdown your body as you did your brain as well."

The structure of your entire existence is laid out in your mind like an anatomical diagram. Organs, cells, the microbiota in your stomach, and their functions are disected easily in their entirety. Every lingering presence of the Force inhabiting your body comes into your all-seeing perception as well.

"See the countours in the Force, the ebb and flow of your being in its infinite presence. The information instilled in it that retains your knowledge, the events in your life, and every last thought in your mind. Make the sand take form of whatever you wish and imbue it with the knowledge you have."

Your brow creases at the instruction but his words' meaning bear fruit as you use your understanding of sorcery to twist the surrounding Force in the form of knowledge you wish to impart. Lifting your hand, the sand turns into the form of a tiny plasteel man. It's imbued with the twisted Force as per your wishes and Holo Hord's instruction.

Steel-like eyes blink at your opening ones.

"...What is this?" He turns his head to its unfathomable surroundings. "How is it that I know these things I should not, much less understand these sounds?" His head twists in a circle back to face you. "How... The Force: an infinite energy that permeates the ever infinite universe. Its existence causes existence and few living things can manipulate it as to influence the state of existence." His metal eyes blink. "Who and what are you?"

You blink.

Now this is something on a completely different level than everything else.

>[ ] "Please tell me we couldn't just casually create life. I mean, we could but this is still insane and overwhelmingly powerful if in the right hands."
>[ ] "Let's continue our training and pretend this never happened."
>[ ] "Hord, can you help me understand what I've just done?"
>[ ] "...I think I may have given it too much awareness."
>[ ] Kill it, it's a mistake.
>[ ] Write In.

>>4418186
>your punchers
Had a hardy kek.

>"Who and what are you?"
>[ ] Write In.
I don't think we're powerful enough to pretend we're a god in front of any of our creations.
Fuck how do we answer constructs given life by space magic? I guess we are like father and son, or more aptly creator and tool. Either this thing is connected to the Force in a terrible degree we (Magnus) can't fathomably imagine, or it's a simple life form given a large burst of some sort of cosmic knowledge. Pretty sure this metal man wouldn't be bother to know that his existence was only brought into being because we were experimenting.

Can Holo Hord give us some insight?

>>4418223
>Can Holo Hord give us some insight?
He's the master alchemist, yeah.

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>[X] "I'm you're creator and you're my...tool?"
>[X] "Hord, can you help me out here?"

This is something you don't know how to handle. How one comforts their child during their first existential foray is completey lost on you. In a way, your father 'helped' by throwing you in so many dangerous situations you no longer cared what the hell the truth or meaning behind everything was. Death seemed more like a release than something to be feared.

"I'm you're creator and you're my...tool?"

It stares past your eyes. "What function do I serve as a tool? I merely am and have sentience."

"Hord, can you help me out here?" You turn to the projection.

"You are the one who imparted the knowledge you wanted it to have."

You grimace. "I know, but still."

The creation looks up at Holo Hord. "A projection of a personality recording containing knowledge typically regarding Sith, Jedi, or general force users. By your words, I can tell you are a reason behind my creation. What is my function?"

"To be a demonstration of what Alchemical mastery makes one capable of."

It looks down at himself.

"Uh, I think you broke his spirit."

"You are the one that gave it capacity to feel despair."

"Still, Lord Hord."

"Will I be destroyed now that the demonstration is over?" The new being asks.

A hum chimes in your throat.

You actualy feel really bad now.

>[ ] "Let's continue our training and pretend this never happened."
>[ ] "I can make you bigger and stronger."
>[ ] "Ah, I think I made a mistake here."
>[ ] "What would you like to do?"
>[ ] Kill it, it's a mistake.
>[ ] Write In.

>>4418777
>[ ] "What would you like to do?"
>[ ] "I can make you bigger and stronger."

>>4418777
>[X] "What would you like to do?"
>[X] "I can make you bigger and stronger."

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>[X] "What would you like to do?"
>[X] "I can make you bigger and stronger."

>(1/2)

While you could just unanimate this thing and call it a day, that'd be too abhorrent to you. It's alive now because of you, and you must take responsibility, like any man who didn't know he was a father. You'll only kill it if it wants to die. Living isn't so bad even if it may seem completely meaningless sometimes.

"What would you like to do?"

It turns its head to the sky. "There is so much I know yet so little I understand. I know of things I should not, but I cannot picture them in my mind. I wish to seek them, see them, feel them, and understand them."

"That's...beautiful to hear, actually."

"Beauty, how odd and twisted to know it yet not have ever seen or felt it."

You smile. "I can make you bigger and stronger."

"Can you provide a ship?" He looks down back at you. "I'll need it."

"...Well, I could in time. I'm in a position to have access to what you need, but I can't right now."

"How long?"

"A few months. It'll give you time to get situated into things."

It nods. "That's fine. I can tell this form will not age or collapse within that time frame."

Holo Hord mimics the sound of someone swallowing, emitting an odd electric simmer.

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"Oh yeah." You turn back to him. "We were practicing alchemy."

"Let's continue. There is much more for you to learn."

You nod, focusing on his every word.

Hours after hours of extensive lectures and test modifications regarding DNA, organ function, bone structure, cell structure, and the very function of what one would consider a soul pass.

>Force Skill Improved: Expert Sith Alchemy -> Master Sith Alchemy: You can permanently alter the properties of solids, liquids, and gases through the Force to better suit your needs. Moderate genetic sculpting can be done on yourself or others as well, improving physical abilities moderately, improving the overall function of your biology, or modifying nonessential appearance qualities (pigmentation, exterior bones, and cartilage). Automata or inanimate objects can be given sentience to various degrees when combined with Sith Sorcery. Can change the qualities of elements to make up for failings or for further strength in their specialization up to proficiency.

Your eyes open to the countless stars above a darkened Korriban, close them, and open them to see them shine even brighter over a somewhat Sith Homeworld. A smile forms on your face before grimacing at a thumping in your skull. Closing your eyes again, you make further alterations before opening them to a somewhat shady desert.

"Making modifications already, I see."

Nodding, a hum chimes in your throat.

"The stars... They could be dead, but they are beautiful."

You hum again.

Everything really is.

>[ ] "Naga Sadow once detonated one. The real wisdom in knowing that is realizing just how far we've fallen from losing that ability."
>[ ] "I might actually be able to supplant a Dark Council member from her own position in due time, now that I think about it."
>[ ] "I remember looking up to them and wondering if I'd die the first time I was left on a relatively uninhabited planet."
>[ ] Modify duratin Tim, he's going to need it if you get ambushed.
>[ ] Get up and leave, you've done what you need to do out with your precious.
>[ ] Sculpt yourself up, may as well. It's not like you'll give yourself blue or red skin or anything.
>[ ] Write In.

>>4419067
>[X] "I remember looking up to them and wondering if I'd die the first time I was left on a relatively uninhabited planet."
>[X] Modify duratin Tim, he's going to need it if you get ambushed.
>[X] Sculpt yourself up, may as well. It's not like you'll give yourself blue or red skin or anything.
>[X] Get up and leave, you've done what you need to do out with your precious.

>>4419067
>[ ] Sculpt yourself up, may as well. It's not like you'll give yourself blue or red skin or anything.
>[ ] Write In.
MAKE BIG STOMPY ROBOT

>>4419077
Who's Tim?

>>4419227
the guy we just made.

Voting closed; writing now.

>[X] "I remember looking up to them and wondering if I'd die the first time I was left on a relatively uninhabited planet."
>[X] Modify duratin Tim, he's going to need it if you get ambushed.
>[X] Sculpt yourself up, may as well. It's not like you'll give yourself blue or red skin or anything.
>[X] Get up and leave, you've done what you need to do out with your precious.

>(1/2)

No harm in taking a moment to really take things in before you up and leave. The modifications you made to yourself during your training more or less extended your stamina to keep you up far longer than you'd normally stay awake, not that you couldn't use some rest right now. Darth Nox is probably waiting for you to crawl back into her bed so she can keep you awake with chittering bug cats.

"I remember looking up to them and wondering if I'd die the first time I was left on a relatively uninhabited planet."

The plasteel man turns towards you. "How did you get in that situation?"

"My father tossed me to the woods in one of his first of many tests." You sigh. "I learned to survive, but bloody hell were those first few weeks rough."

"A father is supposed to prepare the child for what's to come in their future, their adulthood. Either you were born the son of a sadist or someone in despereate need of a survivalist to carry on in their place."

"It's the latter, and you have no idea."

Mr Plas tilts his head. "You're a Sith, are you not?"

"...I guess." Shrugging, you ease the metal man down into the sand. "Let me fulfill my promise to you." You close your eyes and modify the plasteel into a perfected durasteel-titanium alloy before expanding him in size with alchemized endless grains of sand.

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Duratitanium Man's eyes are looking down at his new seated self when you open yours.

Laying back, you close your eyes again. "Keep each other comfortable. I'm going to refine myself as much as I currently can."

"Be cautious, one mistake can lead to your body's healing process rejecting the new cells."

"I know."

The layout of your body's design appears in your mind again.

Your refined eyes open fifteen minutes later.

>Special Condition Gained: Alchemized Moderately Improved Body -> Modification to muscle tissues, the various types of bone tissue, nervous tissue, and organ tissues have increased strength, durability, energy efficiency, and blood production. Adds +2 to all attack and defense rolls.

Several steps closer to matching your father, you are.

You levitate Hord's holocron back into your hands, get up to your feet, and motion for your creation to rise as well.

The two of you make your way back into the academy to odd looks from the force blind staff to the roaming, sniffing tuk'ata.

A step into your lover's office, you freeze as you remember your company.

She'll have a lot of questions you wouldn't want to answer. Knowing her, she might try to kill it. You haven't even given the poor thing a name and it's basically your first born child of sorts. Even if it's just an animated metal thing, it doesn't deserve to die so soon after it's been created.

>[ ] "No doubt, you know what a crazy mistress is. I have one and she might kill or baby the shit out of you if she realizes you exist."
>[ ] "Do you feel like exploring the planet? Just say you're a servant of the Faxerus family if anyone has questions."
>[ ] "Stay here and don't run from a giant vibroblade cleaver-wielding alien if you see him."
>[ ] Levitate the holocron on to Nox's desk, it is hers no matter how much you like it.
>[ ] Take a moment to really process your expanded awareness, there is a lot of things you can sense now.
>[ ] Take your rightful place in Nox's bed, Dark Councillor Concubine is a respected position you should totally be proud of.
>[ ] Write In.

>>4419557
>>[ ] "Do you feel like exploring the planet? Just say you're a servant of the Faxerus family if anyone has questions."
>>[ ] Levitate the holocron on to Nox's desk, it is hers no matter how much you like it.
>>[ ] Take a moment to really process your expanded awareness, there is a lot of things you can sense now.
>>[ ] Take your rightful place in Nox's bed, Dark Councillor Concubine is a respected position you should totally be proud of.

>>4419557
>[ ] Levitate the holocron on to Nox's desk, it is hers no matter how much you like it.
>[ ] Take a moment to really process your expanded awareness, there is a lot of things you can sense now.
>[ ] "Do you feel like exploring the planet? Just say you're a servant of the Faxerus family if anyone has questions."
>[ ] Write In.
So maybe we got off on the wrong foot, creation and sort of force crafted progeny and what not. I guess he's technically our son, or however he wants to see it. If he wants to pick a name, what would he pick? How does Achilles sound?
Can we tell if our construct sort of son has any force potential, or is he simply a sentient force aware construct?

Voting closed; writing now.
>>4419585
The Force is animating him but he can't use it, unless you decide to go full reality warper Sorcerer Alchemist

>>4419602
Maybe hold off on the "full reality warper Sorcerer Alchemist" for now. If we start giving force powers to everyone we feel bad for, then that'll always be one too many people with force powers.
Besides. He doesn't need to force. You don't need the force to be a badass. Our father and many other figures as examples.

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>>4419602
Is there anything stopping us from making a stupid as fuck lightsaber for the giggles? A swiss army knife light saber? A chainsaw light saber?

>>4419557
>Dark councillor concubine is a respected position you should TOTALLY be proud of

I think I found another one of Nox's tainted thoughts.
And shit, it's good to see you back Afungi, I've missed the threads.

>>4420227
No, other than it being stupid as fuck. Which, lets be honest, is pretty cool anyway.

>>4420616
Of another note, Nox Promised to kill anything we loved more than her, so tin man should probably go explore the planet.

After this, we can dedicate our learning with the holocron to some more formless, maybe spend a few hours fixing our brain to receive information better which should also tie in well with our mastery of the mind realms.

>[X] Levitate the holocron on to Nox's desk, it is hers no matter how much you like it.
>[X] Take a moment to really process your expanded awareness, there is a lot of things you can sense now.
>[X] "Do you feel like exploring the planet? Just say you're a servant of the Faxerus family if anyone has questions."
>[X] "Want a name or are you fine as you are?"
>[X] Take your rightful place in Nox's bed, Dark Councillor Concubine is a respected position you should totally be proud of.

Sleep is important and you've been neglecting a lot of other things your body needs as of late. It won't kill you as you are now, but it's still not healthy for you to keep this up. Taking a moment to really take notice of your expanded senses would do you some good too. Mr Duratanium also doesn't need sleep, so you have to think of something for him to do.

You toss the object of great importance towards the desk, where it's set down with the Force.

"How does it feel like to have that kind of power in your hands?"

A hum chimes in your throat. "Like more of a gnat in the grand scheme of things: the Force is infinite and I can't really do much compared to the infinite reality we exist in."

"...Interesting."

You close your eyes and relax.

Clicking shoes thump ever so often on the steel floor of the academy beside whispers and hushed voices, gossiping and passing along secrets. Nox's sleeping breaths are modoerate as what are simulated breaths from the bug kittens you conjured. The air is brisk like always at this time, though you can taste a hint of perfume in the air. A sniff reveals a collection of sorts hidden in one of Nox's cabinets.

"Creator?"

You open your eyes to his shininess. "Do you feel like exploring the planet? Just say you're a servant of the Faxerus family if anyone has questions."

"I am curious, but I already know everything you do of the Sith."

"Oh right." A hand of yours lightly slaps your face. "Want a name or are you fine as you are?"

"I'll form one in due time. Perhaps I'll name myself after a star. Speaking of which, I wish to watch them for as long as they're out."

You nod. "Go ahead."

He nods back before walking out the door.

Child accounted for, you step into Nox's room and ease yourself into her now even more soft bed beside her bugcat surrounded self.

A moan churns in her throat but she doesn't wake up.

You close your eyes and let time edge you to sleep.

...

...

A hand clenching your crotch wakes you from your precious dreamless sleep.

"Did you get bigger?" Your dear naked bug-kitten scratching mistress asks. "There's something different about you."

You blink.

Now this is something truly unprecedented.

>[ ] "Are you jealous I've been spending more time with Hord's holocron than you?"
>[ ] "In front of the bug cats? Really?"
>[ ] "I worked out a lot yesterday."
>[ ] "Please stop womanhandling me."
>[ ] "...Noooooooo?"
>[ ] Write In.

>>4420635
>In front of the Bug cats, really?
>Please stop womanhandling me
>Write in: "Practicing Alchemy on myself, practice makes perfect, please don't damage my groin"

>>4420635
>[X] "In front of the bug cats? Really?"
>[X] "I worked out a lot yesterday."

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>[ ] Off me alchemical dick, literal mate

>[ ] I work oooooout.

>>4420725
>[ ] I work oooooout.
power bottom sex now

>[X] "In front of the bug cats? Really?"
>[X] "I worked out a lot yesterday."

This needs to stop as soon as possible. You are neither in the mood or lack of clothing to enjoy this. Plus, it's just far too weird when you have literal mandibled cats made of Force Energy in the same bed. What you're saying isn't exactly a lie either.

"In front of the bug cats? Really?"

She raises an eyebrow. "I was naked when you made them all cuddle with me."

"Yes but this is sexual. Their little manifested Force minds cannot comprehend why you and me would be atop each other thrusting."

"I groped you. I didn't pull down your pants." She grins. "Or is that what you want me to do?"

You roll your eyes.

Should've seen this coming a mile away, but you're not foresighed when it comes to this crazy women.

"Seriously though, did you get bigger?" Her grip on you tightens.

A yelp whimpers from your lips. "I worked out a lot yesterday."

"Most sentient humanoids' penises are basically inflatable blood tubes: they don't get bigger from excersise. If they would, body builders' privates would be especially awkard with disgustingly small testicles and overly big penises."

"I don't need nor want that image in my head."

Nox laughs. "Really? It's hilarious! Big meat, little plate."

"Please stop."

"Okay, big boy." Letting go of your crotch, she raises a hand to pet your cheek.

You twitch.

One day you'll have to have a serious discussion about this relationship when she can't electrocute you like a moth.

>{ ] "Excuse me I need to find a walking statue."
>[ ] "Want me to make us both breakfast again?"
>[ ] "I need to go check up on some acolytes."
>[ ] "...Do you actually want to?"
>[ ] Disappear the bug-cats, they've had their fill of this world and aren't really real.
>[ ] Write In.

>>4421121
>[X] "Want me to make us both breakfast again?"

>>4421121
>[ ] "Want me to make us both breakfast again?"

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>[X] "Want me to make us both breakfast again?"

As the only one in this relationship that can actually cook, you are obligated to ask and do the cooking anyway under threat of electrocution and/or literal ball busting. You are somewhat excited to eat something with your new expanded sense of taste, so you may as well. Breakfast is the most important meal of the day to have before you throw yourself into training or tomb excavating. Now you can probably go by your everyday life with just breakfast to eat.

"Want me to make us both breakfast again?"

"Aww, aren't you a dear?" She kisses your forehead.

"...Is that a yes or?"

Her hands return to pet one of the many bug-kittens still around her. "That was a yes, yes. Try to bring something for the kitties, please."

"You didn't feed them while I was gone?" Your brow rises.

"I fed them some acolyte Khem brought back from Hord's upper tomb. Each chittered and purred even when they ate him down to his bones. Thanks for excavating the bottom area in my name by the way."

You blink.

The ability to feed was given to them as an afterthought of yours just so she wouldn't shock you into doing it for her. As beings of pure Force Energy, they don't need to feed but can reduce damn near anything into nothnig if they tried long enough. It might be worth it to try and use them in combat some time.

Slipping out of bed, you make your way out of Nox's office and chambers down to the cafeteria.

Cluttering, sizzling, whispers, and regular volume voices as well as a variety of mouthwatering scents are known to you before you're even halfway to the feeding room.

You find yourself in the kitchen and with two plates of well-made balanced breakfasts in no time.

Nox is fully dressed and behind her desk petting her bug-kittens when you get back to her office.

"No pet food, I see."

You, setting her plate and cutlery before her, shrug. "I didn't have the time or a reason to kill an acolyte."

"Feeding our little thousand-eyed is a perfectly valid reason." Nox pouts.

A sigh escapes your lips.

The little bastards would be dispersed if she wouldn't take offense to that.

>[ ] "You do know they can technically eat everything being made of the Force after all, right?"
>[ ] "I'm going to go have breakfast with the acolytes then."
>[ ] "Can we just have breakfast with each other?"
>[ ] "Excuse me, I forgot an important statue."
>[ ] "Feed them your insubordinates."
>[ ] Write In.

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>>4421325
>[ ] Write In.
It is time for FUN. Lets make some basic bitch primitive ballistic weapons, and go hunting some anythings in the tombs. Literally anything I don't care if it's an acolyte or giant bug monster.
FOOD IS FOOD. GUN IS GUN.

>>4421325
>[ ] "You do know they can technically eat everything being made of the Force after all, right?"
>[ ] Tell her the truth about how you changed.
>[ ] "I'm going to go have breakfast with the acolytes then."

>>4421325
>[X] "You do know they can technically eat everything being made of the Force after all, right?"
>[X] "Can we just have breakfast with each other?"
>[X] Tell her the truth about how you changed.

>>4421325
>They can beat everything made of the force, you know?
>Why not feed them your insubordinates, It'd be painful and quite drawn out.
>Have breakfast

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>[X] "You do know they can technically eat everything being made of the Force after all, right?"
>[X] "Can we just have breakfast with each other?"
>[X] Tell her the truth about how you changed.

You know you'll regret telling her these two things, but her reaction to finding out you've been keeping secrets will no doubt be severe. She won't actually be mad, though she will act like you grievously offended her. It's just how she is no matter how unfortunate it is for you.

"You do know they can technically eat everything being made of the Force after all, right?"

She crosses her arms. "I deduced that. You still didn't bring anything for them to eat, not even a bag of sand."

"Pretty sure you'd shock me if I decided to do that."

"Yes." Nox smiles and nods. "I would've fried you crispy and healed you to fry you again for daring to feed my dearies that slop."

"...They don't even get anything out of it, they're just made to chitter and purr when they eat."

"How dare you limit their stimulus."

"Can we just have breakfast with each other?" You twitch.

Nox grasps her cutlery in each hand. "Yes."

Rolling your eyes, you take a seat on the other side of the table and grab your own knife and fork. A red-belly, blue-spotted pork sausage is scewered first and meets its end by your teeth. One savory explosion occurs in your mouth, making you moan.

"Look at you mouthfucking your food. It's good, but it's not that good." She raises an eyebrow. "Beside that and your dick, there's something different about you."

You raise the glass of fruit juice to your lips and sip its rich super goodness. "I modified myself wih alchemy to be more durable, stronger, faster, perceptive, and efficient with assistance from Tulak Hord's holocron."

"So you made your dick bigger as an afterthought?"

"No, it's just more durable now."

"Riiiight."

You roll your eyes.

She's just doing this to fuck with you now, as always.

>[ ] "You don't seem that surprised by my words."
>[ ] "So you have no interest in Alchemy?"
>[ ] "Where has Khem been lately?"
>[ ] Eat your food in silence, she's gonna be she.
>[ ] Write In.

>>4422403
>>[ ] "You don't seem that surprised by my words."
>>[ ] "So you have no interest in Alchemy?"

>>4422403
>[X] "You don't seem that surprised by my words."
>[X] "So you have no interest in Alchemy?"
>[X] "Where has Khem been lately?"

Voting closed; writing now

Forgive the sporadic updating times, I've been sliding in and out of sleep a lot the last two days.

>[X] "You don't seem that surprised by my words."
>[X] "So you have no interest in Alchemy?"
>[X] "Where has Khem been lately?"

Any other Sith would've frozen in silence at the words you said. Your father would've probably just written it off as a good attempt by you to get on his level. Nox either already has the knowledge, knows she can just learn it from the holocron herself, or is so mad she doesn't really care at all. She should really take care of who she shares that kind of vital information with.

"You don't seem that surprised by my words."

Nox scoffs. "Why would I be? Tulak Hord is one of the most revered of the ancient Sith, who all had some knowledge of Sith Sorcery and Alchemy. I'd be more surprised if you didn't give yourself a big dick after learning some of either."

"So you have no interest in alchemy?" You dig back into your food.

"Oh no, I have some interest. It's just that I have no need for alchemy at this moment. With access to the holocron, I can learn it anytime I want to. You can also do whatever I want you to do, so I already have access to alchemy."

"Do I have any say in that?"

"Oh, don't be silly!" Nox laughs. "Of course you don't."

Lifting your cup back up for a gulp, you roll your eyes.

There's no domesticating or bringing sense to a wickedly mad woman without her other favorite, equally mad pet.

You set down your cup and blink. "Where has Khem been lately?"

"He's been helping the men under my sphere exavate the lower tombs of Tulak Hord, by which I mean he's standing over them threateningly while they do so."

"Makes you wonder how he spent most of his time with Tulak Hord."

"At his side looking menacing until he put him in the stasis cage." Nox smiles.

Chuckling, you shake your head.

His loyalty is completely insane but something still to be respected. Maybe one day you'll find your own dearly loyal Khem to stand menacingly by your side. Hell, you can probably create your own Khem with the right knowhow. It's going to take a level of alchemy beyond your current one though.

>[ ] "Is there a reason behind that? You'd think Tulak would want him as close as can be."
>[ ] "I heard you have a fallen Jedi as an apprentice. How did that happen?"
>[ ] "What happens if I take the holocron back to Dromund Kaas with me?"
>[ ] "Does he still want to see the holocron?"
>[ ] Eat your food in silence, she's gonna be she.
>[ ] Write In.

>>4422785
>[X] "Is there a reason behind that? You'd think Tulak would want him as close as can be."
>[X] "I heard you have a fallen Jedi as an apprentice. How did that happen?"
>[X] "Does he still want to see the holocron?"

>>4422785
>[ ] Write In.
turn some of the food to small mammals for the catz to "play" with.

>>4422785
>I heard you had a fallen jedi in your service
>Is khem suited to that sort of thing, I'd have thought that his masters want him close as can be.

Now, I do REALLY want to examine Nox's genetic structure, but I'm unsure how to broach the subject without being electrocuted.

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>[X] "Is there a reason behind that? You'd think Tulak would want him as close as can be."
>[X] "I heard you have a fallen Jedi as an apprentice. How did that happen?"
>[X] "Does he still want to see the holocron?"

It's rare for a Sith to not use every tool to their advantage, whether it be weapons or people. Khem of all people should've and would've been used whenever possible within reason. He's just too tough and strong to be left on the side-lines. Of course, his lack of restraint could've caused problems, but a wise man would've never used Khem in a situation where his absoluteness in things wasn't needed.

"Is there a reason behind that? You'd think Tulak would want him as close as can be."

Nox shrugs. "Apparentally it was for safekeeping. Not sure for what, but that's the reason Khem gave me. Maybe you can ask the holocron for a clearer answer."

A hum chimes in your throat.

Tulak Hord would be the only one who truly understands what Tulak Hord thinks.

You smile.

It's really quite amazing overall how diverse Nox's old crew is rumored to be. Besides the ancient Dashade, there's the pirate and the fallen Jedi apprentice. Your mother is a rarer case with her special ability, but fallen Jedi are hard to come by.

"I heard you have a fallen Jedi as an apprentice. How did that happen?"

"Ashara?" Nox laughs before swallowing some fried rainbow hen egg. "I was looking for her ancestor's Force Ghost and she just so happened to be the key, so I felled her with a classic holocron trick and strung her along as my apprentice ever since. Khem wanted me to kill her, the savage boy, but that's Khem's default answer for everything he's somewhat weary of."

Sipping some more delectable fruit juice, you raise an eyebrow. "Does he still want to see the holocron?"

"He told me he thought about it for a bit but ultimately came to the realization that it's useless because it won't be his real master."

You look back down to your food.

At least you know he's still out there for them to reunite one day.

You blink and look back up to Nox.

The woman raises an eyebrow.

Gulping, you shake your head.

Either she's messing with you again or mistakingly let you know part of those Force Ghost Eater rumors are true.

>[ ] "Aren't you the descendant of Hord's greatest rival? Why does Khem still serve you?"
>[ ] "What happens if I take the holocron back to Dromund Kaas with me?"
>[ ] "...Can you actually eat Force Ghosts?"
>[ ] "Let's ask the Holocron ourselves."
>[ ] Eat your food in silence, she's gonna be she.
>[ ] Write In.

>>4423724
>Aren't you the descendant of Tulak Hords greatest rival? Why is Khem still serving you?
>Why don't we ask him?
>Would you care if I took the holocron to Dromund Kaas with me? I can't tell with you.

>>4423724
>[X] "Aren't you the descendant of Hord's greatest rival? Why does Khem still serve you?"
>[X] "What happens if I take the holocron back to Dromund Kaas with me?"
>[X] "...Can you actually eat Force Ghosts?"
>[X] "Let's ask the Holocron ourselves."

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>[X] "Aren't you the descendant of Hord's greatest rival? Why does Khem still serve you?"
>[X] "What happens if I take the holocron back to Dromund Kaas with me?"
>[X] "...Can you actually eat Force Ghosts?"
>[X] "Let's ask the Holocron ourselves regarding Khem."

>(1/2)

May as well ask everything on your mind. You'll take what knowledge you can get from her odd maybe half-truths and try to comprehend the galaxy through her insane lens. Of course, you'll probably figure out long after you lose your mind from being around her for too long. Life is ironic and hilarious that way.

"Aren't you the descendant of Hord's greatest rival? Why does Khem still serve you?"

Nox giggles. "He's too honorable to betray his words of loyalty to whoever may beat him. Besides, Aloysius Kallig was vanquished by Tulak Hord a long time ago and I received no special training thanks to my bloodline before I faced Khem."

"You managed to actually beat that huge guy?" Your modified eyes widen.

"He was a bit rusty after the thousand years of stasis."

"Oh yeah, that can happen if... you're kept conscious for that amount of time."

"A part of him was, a part of him wasn't. Anyway, I still managed to beat Tulak Hord's most loyal beast without learning anything from the man's holocron or leftover writings."

You blink.

It's a miracle Khem isn't a gibbering oaf after all that time. Maybe he wasn't consious for most of it but still. A mind can only give up so much stimulation before it just shuts down on its own.

"What happens if I take the holocron back to Dromund Kaas with me?"

"You won't." Nox laughs. "It's mine and you're mine. I can maybe part with one of you but not the other, if you understand my meaning."

>(2/2)

Groaning, you shake your head.

The things of which you should expect yet you don't are ever growing.

"...Can you actually eat Force Ghosts?"

Nox grimaces. "Those dusty old codgers? Eww, no. I simply bind them to me for all eternity incapable of speaking unless I allow them regardless of what they will or wish."

"Did you just actually tell me the truth or are you lying to me again."

She shrugs.

You levitate the pyramid-like holographic information device to the middle of the desk. "Let's ask the Holocron ourselves regarding Khem."

Holo Hord appears before you both.

"How may I help you..." He looks down at your breakfast. "Enjoy your meal?"

"Why did you lock away poor, faithful Khem?" Nox asks.

He flickers to face the Darth. "Did I when I was flesh?" He lifts a hand to his chin. "Presumably, I would've done it in the face of death as to preserve my loyal servant and safeguard him from my enemies."

With a hum, your mistress levitates the holocron back to her side, deactivating it.

You raise an eyebrow before returning your attention to your breakfast.

She'll be her always it seems.

>[ ] "Any plans to take to the warfront? I know your position is mostly non-combat but you are powerful."
>[ ] "Come on, I excavated the tomb, at the very least I accelerated its excavation."
>[ ] "Do I need to give you something else in return for it?"
>[ ] "Have you by chance seen any spirits here on Korriban?"
>[ ] Eat your food in silence, she's gonna be she.
>[ ] Write In.

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>>4424096
>[ ] "Have you by chance seen any spirits here on Korriban?"
>[ ] Write In.
Excuse yourself when you finish eating so you can continue your training. You're expected to make the most of your time here.
Pic related, stompy bot.

>>4424096
>>[ ] "Any plans to take to the warfront? I know your position is mostly non-combat but you are powerful."
>>[ ] "Come on, I excavated the tomb, at the very least I accelerated its excavation."
>>[ ] "Do I need to give you something else in return for it?"
>>[ ] "Have you by chance seen any spirits here on Korriban?"

Think I'm going to sleep now, for real instead of just drifting consciousness. I'll either roll a die or write whichever vote has the most when I wake up.

Any thoughts or questions?

>>4424096
>[X] "Any plans to take to the warfront? I know your position is mostly non-combat but you are powerful."
>[X] "Have you by chance seen any spirits here on Korriban?"

>>4424096
>[ ] "Come on, I excavated the tomb, at the very least I accelerated its excavation."
>[ ] "Do I need to give you something else in return for it?"
>[ ] "Have you by chance seen any spirits here on Korriban?"

>>4424096
>Have you seen any particular spirits on korriband?
>Eat food in silence
>When we finish eating, go see Tremel to check if any acolytes are progressing fantastically, as well as ask about our next trial.

>>4424213
I've a question, how many xp points is our Juyo on/ how many more before it advances to master? I think it's at 0/10 but I can't remember well.

Because I'm thinking that we should master Juyo before moving on to formless, Not because of the -1 to the DC though that is nice, but because we will have a master weapon to fall back on until we have mastered formless.

>>4424409
So I'm saying split the training with Hord about half & half juyo/formless,, maybe 3 and 1.

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>[X] "Come on, I excavated the tomb, at the very least I accelerated its excavation."
>[X] "Do I need to give you something else in return for it?"
>[X] "Any plans to take to the warfront? I know your position is mostly non-combat but you are powerful."
>[X] "Have you by chance seen any spirits here on Korriban?"

She has to give you something for getting such a priceless artifact into her hands. You can't just have the shiny toy taken away from you after you've gleaned so much off it. Maybe you can swap something with it or excavate another tomb in exchange. Perhaps there are other certain things only you can provide that you've already given before to appease her.

"Come on, I excavated the tomb, at the very least I accelerated its excavation." You impale another savory sausage and devour it in two bites.

Nox giggles. "You only got to excavate the tomb because none of us Darths could be bothered to go through the trouble. In fact, you eliminated quite a few supervising jobs for the Imperials. There are a lot more now in general for the excavation of his tomb, but they won't last as long. Good job, Magnus!"

A sigh seeps out your lips.

You had a feeling that was probably the case.

"Do I need to give you something else in return for it?"

"Aww, you're adorable." Nox coos. "You think there's anything you can give me for it."

"Oh come on, I'll... do whatever you want me to do."

She raises an eyebrow. "You little big dick minx!"

"Nevermind, that was a mistake."

"And here I was hoping to throw paper credits at you on stage."

"I'm not even going to ask."

"Do you need to?"

You shake your head.

That's an image you're going to need to scrubb from your mind later.

"Any plans to take to the warfront? I know your position is mostly non-combat but you are powerful."

"If I deploy myself on the various warfronts, the Jedi will deploy someone or multiple of their kind with power to circumvent mine, leaving the Empire without a powerful Sith if I somehow die." Nox lifts her glass of juice, scratches a bug-cat behind the ears, and sips her glass. "What brought this on?"

You shrug. "Just wondering."

The woman stabs into her own food before giving it to one of the manifested cats.

"Have you by chance seen any spirits here on Korriban?"

Nox scoffs. "You don't need special abilities to see those here. Practically every grain of sand here has something haunting it. The genocide and Revan's Sith Academy on this place ensured that."

You raise an eyebrow.

That last bit is something you've heard before but never really looked into. Could be something or could be somethng. Whatever it is, you're almost out of food to keep on talking over.

>[ ] "If you excuse me, I need to go check up on some acolytes."
>[ ] "At least, can I take the holocron with me for now?"
>[ ] "What exactly happened with Revan's Academy?"
>[ ] "Can Fallen Jedi really be called Sith?"
>[ ] "I need to check in with my overseer."
>[ ] Finish eating in silence.
>[ ] Write In.

>>4424780
>[X] "What exactly happened with Revan's Academy?"

>>4424780
>>[ ] "What exactly happened with Revan's Academy

>>4424780
>What happened to the academy?
>Then I'd best need to learn all that I can from the Holocron now.
>If you will excuse me, I need to check in with my Overseer

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>[X] "What exactly happened with Revan's Academy?"
>[X] "I'd best learn all that I can from the holocron now, if you're going to be the way you are."
>[X] "If you will excuse me, I need to check in with my overseer."

No harm in asking her what happened here in more detail. You know about the genocide but you know so little about what the Jedi did beside shell all places prized by your people into the sand. Revan's actions throughout the galaxy are vast and wide to the point any one person could hardly keep up with them. Korriban is just a footnote in the same regard.

"What exactly happened with Revan's Academy?"

"There was a holocron of sorts left here in the academy by a Bastilla Shan implying they descended to infighting not long after Revan left for parts unknown." Nox shrugs. "Could've just as easily been taken apart by the wildlife here if they banded together into a horde like they did around you."

You slurp up what little remains of your vibrant eggs, chomp down the savory sausages, and drink what remains of your glass of rich fruit juice.

Either that was a bad joke about the power of the Dark Jedi or one about you making academy history. Neither offends you or makes sense to you in any fathomable way. Woman is just being petty as almost always.

"I'd best learn all that I can from the holocron now, if you're going to be the way you are." You levitate the holocron towards you only for it to stop.

"And what is that supposed to mean?" Nox scratches a back-laying bug-cat's stomach. "I swear I felt a tinge of bitch-boyness in your voice there."

"You know what I mean."

"Do I?"

"Yes, you do."

Nox raises a free hand to her chin, holds the pose for a moment, and nods as the holocron resumes levitating back to you.

"If you will excuse me, I need to check in with my overseer."

The woman waves you goodbye while rubbing the belly of a cat-bug with her other hand.

You make your way down the floors and through the halls to Tremel's almost empty office.

Mr. Tall Dark and Elitist raises his head from his desk computer as you walk in. "Ah, Lord Faxerus. How can I help you this fine day?"

Shrugging, you levitate the holocron over your hand and catch it in its fall.

Only so many places you can start.

>[ ] "How has the new influx of tuk'aa influenced things at the academy?"
>[ ] "Any acolytes proving themselves promising from our pod of fodder?"
>[ ] "Just how much time do we have left in this stage of trials?"
>[ ] "I heard Revan set up an academy here before we returned."
>[ ] "What awaits us in our next trials?"
>[ ] Write In.

>>4425162
Heeey, it's the one handed legend himself.

>How are the tuk'atta doing, many problems?
>Any acolytes proving themselves promising?
>How much time do we have in this stage of the trials?
>I heard Revan set up an academy here, were there any places of note that they had set up which are not in the academy or the valley of the dark lords? Or just areas Revan was known to frequent often?
>I'd keep a very close eye on any Miriluka you bring in during future harvests. Some of them are part of a coven which are quite willing to invade the planet to recover them.

Open with a nice question, move onto looking for rivals to our little gang, the reason why we are here and at last some areas we can go and look for the ghost of "Rev" from the first thread, she killed Naga sadow in that vision, I think.
We've already found two super powerful ghosts so far, may as well find a third to see if we can get any strength from it.

No point asking about our next trial, since that would lessen the challenge.

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>[X] "How has the new influx of tuk'ata influenced things at the academy?"
>[X] "Any acolytes proving themselves promising from our pod of fodder?"
>[X] "Just how much time do we have left in this stage of trials?"
>[X] "I heard Revan set up an academy here. Were there any places of note they set up outside the academy or the valley of the dark lords? Or just areas Revan was known to frequent often?"
>[X] "Keep an eye on Miraluka strays. Two we had here...were strange."

>(1/2)

A lot of question are on your mind right now. Most of them relate to how you'll break the news of the Miraluka twins to him: that kind of break in to one of the most important planets to the Sith is something that should be kept quiet, especially since it's technically your fault they slipped away. You can, at best, say you ran into them and got a horrible feeling, which you kind of did. Good thing you left the lightsaber back in Nox's quarters.

"How has the new influx of tuk'ata influenced things at the academy?"

Tremel lifts and sets his fingers down on his desk one by one. "Logistically, they've had us request and scavenge for far more food than we usually would. I've been told it's recently been used as a new introductory trial. Some of the new acolytes have already tamed tuk'ata, giving them an edge over others. Most of our veterans respect them and keep one or two around but largely go on without their assistance, likely having confidence in their own powers. Overall, I'd say they've added to this academy rather than burdened it."

Your lips curve into a smile.

It's good to see your good boys and girls settle in with their rightful owners, not entirely because that reflects well back on you for leading them here. They're quite the lovable scamps with so much love and fury to give. You can only hope to have the most adorable little hairless murder machines from Red Fang and Queen Bitch's union.

"Any acolytes proving themselves promising from our pod of fodder?"

"Including or excluding the ones you are rumored to be mentoring? Excluding, there is a Zabrak and a rage-filled Twi'lek."

Twitching, you shake your head. "Nevermind."

"...You seem disturbed." Tremel raises his hand to his chin.

"Don't ask."

"Will that be all?"

>(2/2)

"Just how much time do we have left in this stage of trials?" You tilt your head.

"Three days." Tremel's brow rises. "Haven't you been keeping track of time?"

"I sort of maybe lost track of time after that expedition into Korriban's boundless desert."

"Ah, I see: the desert can be quite a maddening place with all the restless spirits and ancient Sith beasts prowling."

You nod and blink. "I heard Revan set up an academy here. Were there any places of note they set up outside the academy or the valley of the dark lords? Or just areas Revan was known to frequent often?"

"There are rumors that Revan had specual academies on the edge of previously known space dedicated to corrupting Jedi. Whether or not these places exist are still rumors however. One would either have to ask one of those turned Jedi likely living in isolation or Revan, the accursed pretender, themself. "

A hum chimes in your throat.

Revan and the fallen Jedi are likely elderly now. Your best bet is outer rim planets or ones strong in the Dark Side of the Force. Not much probably remains if they've been left alone for decades though. Still, could be worth a look.

Taking a few steps back, you raise a hand and wave goodybe. "Keep an eye on Miraluka strays. Two we had here...were strange."

"Is that so? Recently two Miraluka, twins, named Cerna and Scien were reported missing. Normally, overseers don't bother to report such things but those two eyeless aliens were 'strange' as you said they were"

You blink.

It completely missed you that other people could feel that.

"That was them. Just keep an eye out... I've got a real bad feeling about 'em is all."

Turning, you exit Tremel's office.

Now to go about the rest of your day.

>[ ] Go back to your mistress, maybe she could train you more for a change or impart information.
>[ ] Call Pierce, poor bastard's probably still moping.
>[ ] Head out with the holocron, it is your precious.
>[ ] Check in with your acolytes, been a while.
>[ ] Write In.

Late. Will close voting and update when I can.

Any thoughts or questions?

>>4425523
>>[ ] Call Pierce, poor bastard's probably still moping.
>>[ ] Check in with your acolytes, been a while.

>>4425523
>>[ ] Check in with your acolytes, been a while.
>[ ] Call Pierce, poor bastard's probably still moping.

>>4425523
>Call pierce, Our boy needs some pampering. And by pampering I mean genetic modification
>See how the acolytes are doing.
We have three days until the next trial, I'm not sure if we should be training ourselves or our acolytes for the trials.

>>4425532
Just one.

>An angry twi'lek
I hate it so much. Its such pure hate but it's made by Him, the filth, the Twilek. Everything in that godforsaken head is made by him. I hate it. I hate how loud his brooding thoughts are, I hate how easily he harnesses the darkside for petty reasons, I hate the dreams telling me to add him to our team, to be the best like no-one ever was, whatever the hell that means.
I also hate this Twi'lek, I hate Twi'leks in general but the QM made him funny to mock, now it's going to make me want to read about other Twi'lek that I'm going to hate which will make me hate this Twi'lek even more. Fucking Twi'leks and their force-blessed writers. Who am I kidding, they probably took him off of TV tropes. Force damn defilers of literature, Force damned Twi'leks, I hate them so much.

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>>4425628
lol

>[X] Call Pierce, poor bastard's probably still moping.
>[X] Check in with your acolytes, been a while.

Dogs and canine-esque creatures tend to mope a lot in your experience. They could've had a horrible cramp they think you're responsible for, a nightmare they think you gave them for some forsaken reason, or just a bad day where they didn't get to walk around the camp sight. It must come with being such loving and loyal creatures deep down. Reality is rather averse to their beloved kind.

You close your eyes and lock down the beast's presence.

Piiiierce, where are you? Come to your dear master, good t'akatan. Someone wants a belly rub and a head pat. I know you do.

A whine springs into your mind.

No want now. Contemplating life and meaning.

Please, I know you'd kill for a good back scratch.

Still no want now.

You roll your eyes.

Going to take a while for that Queen Bitch wound to heal. Most wounds tend to heal with enough time, most. Hopefully he'll be the lovable little murderous scamp you first met soon enough.

Now to get into contact with the rest of your animals and the one human.

Karimi, what have you been doing?

Training. I'm eating breakfast right now. Where have you been?

Same deal, more or less. Not like there's a lot of sights on this rock outside the tombs.

You flip your mind to the one opposite of the bipedal sentient cat.

Arezoo, been training with Karimi and Yang or?

Oh! I've been training with Karimi. Yang's been resting in the medbay for a while now. He takes his food there too.

A hum chimes in your throat as you flip to the final acolyte.

Yang, how's the wounds?

Healed up, mostly. They dumped me in the kolto vats after realizing my wounds were more serious than they thought. It interfered in the tests they were running on me for a bit, so I've been staying in the medbay for most of the time.

Try not to get rusty in your training.

I don't know how that's possible after getting it thrashed into me by you and the others.

Laughing, you shake your head.

The teaching method you're used to is pretty effective after all.

>[ ] Go back to your mistress, maybe she could train you more for a change or impart information.
>[ ] Plan your last trial days, may as well have a schedule than play it by ear.
>[ ] Command Pierce to come out with you, his tummy must be rubbed.
>[ ] Head out with the holocron, it is your precious.
>[ ] Write In.

>>4426402
>Tell pierce to come when he wants a scratch then
>Head out with the holocron

Right, so we have 3 days, that means we have 12 3 hour slots of training. Spend 10 of those to learn Juyo and get us up to master, then spend the rest on brute forcing formless. with the greatest luck, we can get it done in 5, but that's not likely.

We are at expert juyo 0/10, right?

>>4426413
Yup. Unless I have said otherwise in previous threads and forgot.

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>>4426415

in previous threads, you have said we had 1000/15 in all powers and forms, and our skin is as lightsaber resistant as beskar, and we can take our precious away with us to dromund Kaas.

>>4426425
nice try

>>4426429
Worth a shot. What's the DC on learning formless again? it was 18 wasn't it? and it goes down by 1 with every form we reach master proficiency in?

>>4426402
>>4426413
+1

>>4426431
Formlessness is a special case because it can normally only be learned after mastering all forms. Also, it's too broken for me to let you learn so easily.

>>4426441
Aye, which is why I recall you saying that the DC goes down the more forms we learned. like mastering Juyo would lower it by 1 from 18 to 17, because we are getting closer to all the knowledge we should have.

Is this still the case or has it been altered?

>>4426446
That's the case, yeah.

Rolled 1, 19, 4, 20, 20, 1, 14, 19, 6, 1 = 105 (10d20)

>>4426449
Then plan is still a Go.
Just a bit of research

Rolled 13, 11, 16, 19, 18, 2, 2, 5, 8, 1 = 95 (10d20)

>>4426455

Rolled 7, 1, 15, 11, 5, 12, 1, 20, 15, 15 = 102 (10d20)

>>4426461

Voting closed; writing now.

>>4426455
>>4426461
>>4426463
17 below our min, 8 would let us do this
leaving 5 of intermediate quality.

Esh. not very good. So the quickest way to reduce this down would be to get our 18 dc down to about 15, which takes 3 masteries.
We have Juyo and Shii-cho at expert, meaning we require 20 points to get them up to master and give us 16 dc [a 1/4 chance] At which point we should have a perfectly fine time. If we wanted to even our odds even better,we would elevate our advanced ataru to master, which takes 15 exp, so a total of 35 xp for successful training.

I'm personally of the opinion that 1/4 is a good place to make some progress, but if the rolls keep going against us we will have to suck in our disappointment and keep working on our other forms. The current plan should take only 2 days to do if the rolls go our way with the third day leaving us a master of juyo by afternoon.

>[X] Come to me when you're ready for scratchees, Pierce.
>[X] Head out with the holocron, it is your precious.

It's that time of day again where you go out into the desert and learn some old ancient powerful art. Really, it's probably the best time of day. You have quite a lot of fun and frustration like that. Frustration is a bitch but it tends to make your successes that much better.

Come to me when you're ready for scratchees, Pierce.

A low whine chimes in your mind.

You chuckle before making your way through the academy back out into the endless dunes of Korriban.

It doesn't take you long to find a familiar spot by a familiar man made of literal steel.

"Creator, you've returned."

Blinking, you tilt your head. "...I somehow completely forgot about you."

"I imagined that was the case. Far too many tuk'ata and acolytes took notice of me during the morning so I fled back here in case you'd return."

"And if I didn't?"

"During the night, I would've waited by the academy entrance for you to return: I divulged enough information from sentries to understand that you do that quite often, presumably to learn from that holographic recording device."

"Pretty much, yeah." You shrug. "Can I help you?"

Its eyes blink. "Creator, I have been awaiting instruction. I understand that I must experience this strange reality on my own, but there is not much I can do without drawing unnecessary attention. Perhaps, I am in need of an introduction to others?"

"Maybe the sentries; acolytes are unecessary and unlikely to bother you. The Overseers and full-fledged Sith may be an entirely different story though. I advise staying far out of sight from them."

"Understood."

You seat yourself in the sand and activate the holocron.

Holo Hord appears before you again.

"Magnus." It turns its head to your automaton. "Animated Automaton."

The creation waves at the holographical figure.

Ignoring it or accepting it, Hord looks back to your fine self. "What will it be this time?"

You hum.

What to choose can be so hard sometimes.

A total of four can be chosen, each taking three hours off your day.

>Telekinesis
>Force Draining
>Force Lightning
>Force Absorption
>Force Reinforcement
>Emotion Channeling


>Form I
>Form II
>Form III
>Form IV
>Form V
>Form VI
>Form VII
>Formlessness

>>4426678
>Formlessness
>Emotion Channeling
>Form I
>Force Reinforcement

>>4426678
>Form 7
>Form 7
>Form 7
>Form 7

>>4427069
so in 4 days we are going to be doing the trial and we have 3 days to train, so my proposed plan is the same as the one here >>4426413

>>4426678

>Force Absorption
>Force Reinforcement
>Emotion Channeling

>Form VII


>All this metagaming

Rolled 1 (1d3)

>1st Vote
>2nd Vote
>3rd Vote

>Formlessness Roll
>DC18
Best of three D20s please.

Rolled 2 (1d20)

>>4427813
Lets see if we are lucky

Rolled 13 (1d20)

>>4427813
giant droids!

>>4427324
And there's nothing wrong with metagaming the most effective training route, numbers are there to be crunched.

Anyone want to try again?

Rolled 20 (1d20)

>>4427903
Fuck it, we aren't getting the 18 anyway

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>>4427912
...Pffffffffff

>Emotion Channeling
>DC 16
>+2 Modifier
Same rules as before.

>>4427912
sugoi

Rolled 7 + 2 (1d20 + 2)

>>4427920

Rolled 17 (1d20)

>>4427920
Genuinely unexpected.

Rolled 5 (1d20)

>>4427920
to speed this along

>Form 1
>DC16
>+3 Modifier
You know the drill.

Rolled 5 (1d20)

>>4427975

Rolled 8 (1d20)

>>4427975

Anyone else or?

Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>4427975
fuck it, 2nd roll

Nice save!

>Force Reinforcement
>DC16
>+3 Modifier
I believe in you.

Rolled 5 (1d20)

>>4428064
today seems to be the day of saves

Rolled 1 (1d20)

>>4428064
fuck it, I'll toss in another and wait for someone else to roll. But I think the other guys went to sleep.

>>4428115
fuck sake

>>4428120
you can do it

one more roll

Rolled 11 (1d20)

>>4428129

Rolling closed; writing now.
>>4428134
you did what you could

also, holy shit did you guys succeed

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Rolled 19 (1d20)

>>4428143
This is why we need big stompy death machines.

>Formlessness
>Emotion Channeling
>Form I
>Force Reinforcement
>Rolled 20, 17 + 2 = 19, 15 + 3 = 18, 1 + 3 = 4
>Critical Success! Success! Success! Failure!

>(1/2)

The ancient arts Hord could teach you have been taught as much as he could. You're going to have to go excavating more tombs if you want to learn more. Now, it's time you returned to learning what you do best: fighting. He's the only one in existence besides your father that can bring you up a few levels in the shortest amount of time.

"Formlessness first. There's a few other things I want to touch up on, but it takes priority."

"Assume a stance."

You grin. "I'm already in one."

"Good, now we begin."

After three hours of lecturing, hypothetical fighting, literal fighting kata, and fighter philophisizing you feel like you've made great progress in your path to formlessness.

>Special Ability Experience Gained: Advanced Formlessness (2/5) XP

"You are nearly halfway to the next level."

"Good to know." Wiping a small line of sweat from your brow, you sea back down. "Now let's try something different for a change, like emotion channeling."

"One can never channel too much of the Force, that is if they can control it."

You nod and listen to Hord's ancient wisdom.

Three more hours of your life are consumed by varying degrees of emotion and their pull on the Force depending on intensity. Emotions like rage, fear, pride, confidence, and joy tend to give you the most power. You know it's different regarding other people, but it's almost always the same. Being in the wrong emotion channeling state can really screw you over though.

>Force Ability Experience Gained: Advanced Emotion Channeling (1/5) XP

A groan escapes your lips as you let go of your anger.

"Such simple things are never so simple, are they?"

You shake your head. "Much better to just fight than go through all this."

"Formlessness again?"

"No, I think I made a mistake by jumping to that so quick. I should at least get a better foundation by mastering Shii-cho."

"A wise ideaa. Shall we begin?"

Jumping back up, you nod.

Old nostalgic memories of your childhood spring to mind as you go through long unused kata and practice sweeping strikes. Your father taught you Form I before he first threw you to the wolves. It was horribly strange when he picked you up as if nothing at all happened a month or so later. He taught you a lot more after that.

You swipe again with your sand-made cortosis blade and breathe, letting the knowledge given by the ancient stew in your mind.

>(2/2)

>Lightsaber Form experienced gained: Expert Shi-cho (1/10) XP

"That's enough. Too much concentration on something can make your progress slow."

The blade in your hand dissipates back to sand.

"Yet we spent almost all of my free time the past few days on Sorcery and Alchemy with great progress."

"They were academic subjects, which require you to concentrate even if you don't like them. Martial subjects exaust someone physically as well as mentally."

You seat yourself down. "Didn't even need to tell me that. I have improved though, I can tell."

"Indeed, you have. Will that be all or will we call it a day?" He points up to the darkening sky. "Much time has passed."

"Ha!" A smile makes its way onto your face. "You know how I do things. Let's try reinforcement for a change."

"Alright then, concentrate."

Nodding, you comply.

The next three hours of your life are some of the most embarassing and frustrating ones as you fail to advance past what are effectively low-middle class reinforcement methods. When you do manage to reinforce yourself well enough, you lose focus and create small force explosions that break apart your clothing's sleeves and leave bruises on your limbs.

You plop on to the sand, defeated.

"...It happens to all of us."

"Don't even try to console me."

Durasteeloid walks over and looks down from above. "I do not understand the Force but I can see you were trying hard."

"That's not enough though, my alchemical child. Sometimes, you can put all the effort you can into something and still fail."

"...I do not like seeing you, my creator who can create sentient life on a whim, fall down onto the sand and give up."

You kip-up to your feet. "Don't get me wrong, I may acknowledge what a complete failure I just was, but I didn't say I'm giving up, did I?"

"No, you didn't."

"Yeah." Nodding, you cross your arms. "I'm just going to take a break."

"Best you do."

A groan escapes your lips as you roll your eyes.

Everything said by the Master of the Gathering Darkness himself just hurts because he saw you fail that damn hard.

>[ ] "...I get the wierdest feeling that's going to become a running trend."
>[ ] "So, my alchemical child, how are you doing so far in your existence?"
>[ ] "It actually warms my heart you feel bad for me, my technical son."
>[ ] Go back to the academy, you have a mistress to attend to.
>[ ] Relax, you need to.
>[ ] Write In.

>>4428798
Build robot

late

will close voting and update when can
>>4428816
examine one first, unless you want another alchemical child

>>4428798
>It's nice that you care, but remember junior you must always know your failures and then work to correct them.
>How are you finding existance?
>Return to the academy

>>4428816
Hmm, I don't know if we have any war droids on Korriband but spending a bit of time in the grease pits to learn how protocal, astromech and lifter droids as well as various speeders and star ships is a pretty good idea. Could probably do that tomorrow, you never know when you may need to produce a speeder to escape.

>>4428798
>[X] "...I get the wierdest feeling that's going to become a running trend."
>[X] "So, my alchemical child, how are you doing so far in your existence?"
>[X] "It actually warms my heart you feel bad for me, my technical son."
>[X] Go back to the academy, you have a mistress to attend to.

Voting closed; writing now.

>[X] "...I get the wierdest feeling that's going to become a running trend."
>[X] "So, my alchemical child, how are you doing so far in your existence?"
>[X] "It actually warms my heart you feel bad for me, my technical son."
>[X] Go back to the academy, you have a mistress to attend to.

>(1/2)

May as well take some time to talk to your technical son while you cool off. You can't imagine what it'd be like coming into existence and having knowledge of many things without context. A bit of you feels really bad for that, but there's nothing you can do now but help fulfill the man-thing's wishes.

First things first though.

You raise and look down at your healed wrists. "...I get the wierdest feeling that's going to become a running trend."

"Highly unlikely such a ridiculous occurence would occur again."

Twitching, you shoot the hologram a look.

It meets your gaze for a good minute before flickering off.

You shake your head.

From the bottom of your heart, you want to believe him but you just know it's going to happen again.

"So, my alchemical child, how are you doing so far in your existence?"

It moves parallel to you and sits down. "It's been... hectic?" His stiff shoulders buckle as if to shrug. "I would say I'm confused, but I am not. Others are far more perplexed at my existence than I am."

"I did give you awareness of a lot of things I knew. They don't know things like you can exist or be created so easily like you were."

"The non-force sensitive population of the Sith Empire aren't privy to the business of the Sith."

>(2/2)

"Yeah, that plays a huge part into things but it's not really relevant where you're concerned."

"I know." It nods. "Giving information is a reflex of mine, I think. Unfortunately, all information I can give is information you already know."

Nodding back, you fall down on to the sand.

All else fails, it can get a job as a living encloypedia of knowledge you download into it.

"It actually warms my heart you feel bad for me, my technical son."

"Because of the three straight hours of your apparent failure?"

You twitch. "...Yes, that." Once again, you kick yourself back up to your feet. "Anyway, I've been out here long enough. I can keep going but a certain woman may torture me for leaving her alone too much at night."

It nods and rises.

"...You know you don't have to come with me, right? You can stay if you want to."

"No, I have seen the sentries by the academy entrance force back wildlife. It is dangerous to be out here at night, though they seem to avoid areas you go to for some reason."

Humming, you begin your trek back to more civilized lands.

The giant structure of refined Sith architecture comes into view easily enough and the Sentinels' usual welcomes ring out in no time.

You stop some ways away from the wide entrance ramp.

Sleep is unnecessary right now, though welcome. You could have more father-machine time if you really want to. Durasteel Tim seems like he could use some. Nox might have a lightning bolt or two to say about all of that though.

>[ ] "I think I need to make a Force Call to a family member for you."
>[ ] "What do you ponder most of the day?"
>[ ] "Thought up of any names yet?"
>[ ] Go to Nox, you know where you belong.
>[ ] Watch the stars with your steel son, why not?
>[ ] Write In.

>>4429576
>I think I need to make a force call for you, my son. Let you see more of he galaxy while I finish my trials.
>Watch the stars.
>What do you day dream about?

I think mother or father would be interested in Tim's existance, maybe get him a job investigating planets with the imperial excavation service. He would no doubt be incredibly useful there.

And hey, why not spend an hour or two with our son? It's not like the lightning bolts are a punishment for us, and I dont think Magnus wants to be a shitty parent.

>>4429599
And as another note, she will probably be too busy mocking us for blowing ourselves up to be mad, which she will realise from our arm that we cant heal

Voting closed; writing now.

>[X] "I think I need to make a Force Call to a family member for you."
>[X] Watch the stars with your steel son, why not?
>[X] "What do you ponder most of the day?"

>(1/2)

Nox isn't your mom and you are extremely glad about that because you want to kill yourself at the very thought of comparing the two. So long as you don't tell her a single thing, she can't seek out and kill your new alchemical child. You can probably get him off planet in an hour or two by sending word to your father anyway. After that character comparison, you don't care if Nox shocks you to death anymore.

"I think I need to make a Force Call to a family member for you."

Durasteel Tim shoots you a look. "Telepathy?"

"Yeah, that. I mean, people call it telepathy but it's more like a holo call inbetween the fabric of space-time. We are often literal hundreds of thousand light years away from each other, but it still seems like a holo call you have in your head, which you can just as easily have with a holo."

"How strange for technology to rival unfathomable infinite magical-like power."

"Yeah." You turn back towards the desert and start walking. "Makes you wonder sometimes the point of it is until you remember not everyone can set off explosion from nothing."

"Creator? Why are you heading back into the desert?"

Motioning for the being to join you, a smile makes its way on to your face. "Come on, let's watch the stars together. I don't want to abandon you this time."

"You didn't abandon me." Metal scraping against sand weens behind you. "Simply, you forgot."

"Same thing."

The two of you venture out into the normally freezing cold desert once again to odd looks and salutes.

You collapse on to the endlesss grains of Korriban once again before reaching out to the strongest being you know.

Hey, dad.

The patriarch of your family's presence emerges in your mind.

Yes, son?

You gulp.

I may have created a new lifeform with Sith Alchemy and Sorcery.

...I beg your pardon?

You dart your upper body off the ground.

That is the first time in your entire life that you seem to have caught your father off guard.

It's exactly as it sounds.

>(2/2)

What exactly have you been doing on Korriban?

Your back hits the sand with a small huff.

Oh you know, excavating collapsed tombs of ancient Dark Lords and learning from their holocrons.

I'm legitimately impressed.

Happiness engulfs your being.

Thank you, father.

Be wary, as always, and take care.

Your eyes widen.

Wait, I might actually need some help getting him off planet. Not now, but maybe soon in the future. Can I do that?"

Of course, just send word and I'll give the order. You're not leaving until you settle your affairs there, however.

You nod and hum.

Goodbye, father.

Goodbye, son.

"Creator?" The being you made asks.

"I'm still here and I'm done with my call." You raise your upper body again. "When it's the right time, I'll have you picked up from here."

It nods.

You take a breath. "What do you ponder most of the day?"

"What it'll be like to be up there." He looks up to the countless stars. "It's unfathomable in its beauty as well as its existence. I want to see it for myself. This knowledge you gave me will finally have context."

Another hum chimes in your throat.

Like the stars he gazes up on, his perspective is beautiful.

>[ ] "If I get my hands on a couple of battle droids, I think I could make you into the greatest that's ever been."
>[ ] "Maybe I should make an entire team like you to explore the galaxy or do whatever you do."
>[ ] "Galaxy isn't always beautiful. Plenty of ugliness in it, like Hutta."
>[ ] "Any thoughts of death?"
>[ ] Just relax, your creation is here.
>[ ] Write In.

>>4429944
>I think if I got my hands on some battle droids I could improve you further
>Plenty of ugliness about though.
>Relax for an hour or two.

Ha! We caught dad by surprise.

>>4430087
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>[X] "If I get my hands on a couple of battle droids, I think I could make you into the greatest that's ever been."
>[X] "Galaxy isn't always beautiful. Plenty of ugliness in it, like Hutta."
>[X] Relax for an hour and two.

It's a parent's duty to prepare his children for the world. Yours can very well do with some preparation, specifically top ballistic and energy weaponry to render entire civilizations to dust. Countless tears will be shed in horror and despair but mostly from the sheer joy you would feel for your child doing such an excellent job. Too bad about all the bloodshed and destruction but those things happen.

"If I get my hands on a couple of battle droids, I think I could make you into the greatest that's ever been."

Durasteel tim looks down to your fine self. "You'd take away my free will and make me a killing machine?"

"No, no, no, no!" You shake your head. "I'd make you into the greatest artificial sentient life form that's ever been."

"That is a much better idea I wish to see come into fruition."

A smile appears on your lovely face again. "I know, right?"

"Not necessarily for the same reasons you have in mind."

"Come on, you'd love crushing the Republic."

"It's a very morally ambiguous war you're fighting."

"And?" You tilt your head. "The Empire is home to my people and family. Regardless whether or not we attacked them first, war would occur between us two eventually."

"Letting ugliness into this wonderful reality."

"Galaxy isn't always beautiful. Plenty of ugliness in it, like Hutta."

It nods. "Better to look at the good than the bad, however."

"I'll give you that, kid." You plop yourself back on the sand.

The two of you look up into the stars together, losing yourselves in their brilliance.

A peaceful hour or so goes by.

You blink as you realize the time that's passed.

Other than being a long time to go without conversing, it's a pretty long time to go without doing anything of substantial value, though you did enjoy it.

>[ ] "Don't wear your heart on your sleeve, durasteel child. It shows too many people your most vital weakness."
>[ ] "...By any chance, you wouldn't resent me for anything, would you?"
>[ ] "Do you think the Republic is better?"
>[ ] "Why don't you support the Empire?"
>[ ] "Are you still there?"
>[ ] "Let's go back."
>[ ] Write In.

>>4430917
>You are quite open kid, be careful about who you let see that. That can be very dangerous for you.
>Do you resent me for anything?
>Do you think the republic is much better?

And I also think we should give his limbs some cortis alloy, so that the fist sith or jedi to take a swing at him isnt immediately successful.
And i dont know, does he know any of our hand to hand skills? Or is it just academics?

>>4430996
And apologies for the lax reply time, was watching lord of the rings.
Though I do wonder where everyone else has gone.

>>4430917
>[X] "Don't wear your heart on your sleeve, durasteel child. It shows too many people your most vital weakness."
>[X] "...By any chance, you wouldn't resent me for anything, would you?"
>[X] "Do you think the Republic is better?"
>[X] "Why don't you support the Empire?"

>>4431014
I was playing with a friend.

>>4431018
Well that's a relief. A quest is at it's best with three people bouncing ideas.

Speaking of, after our trial in about 3 days we can gather our acolytes together and educate them on the finer points of fisticuffs with junior tim over there. One thing our father didn't skimp out on was making sure that we were able to take care of ourselves.
That and I just kinda want to see their reaction to learning that they will be learning to spar with a man made of literal ship-grade metal

>>4431028
I feel like we should ask him if he's lonely, he's the only of his kind that exists right now, he may want a companion at some point.

>>4431035
I think it will take a few more days for the concept of lonely to sink in.
But sure, I'm down to ask him if he wants a pal. Maybe he can have a tu'kata friend.

Voting closed; writing now.

>[X] "Don't wear your heart on your sleeve, durasteel child. It shows too many people your most vital weakness."
>[X] "...By any chance, you wouldn't resent me for anything, would you?"
>[X] "Do you think the Republic is better?"
>[X] "Why don't you support the Empire?"

>(1/2)

His nonexistant synthetic heart is undoubtedly in the right place, but just because something is right doesn't mean it's efficient or productive. It's a sad truth of the world you already imparted in your steel child, though he probably disagrees. One single being can't save the entire galaxy unfortunately.

"Don't wear your heart on your sleeve, durasteel child. It shows too many people your most vital weakness."

"I am not: I statted I prefer the good in the galaxy to the bad."

You sigh. "Still, that's a major personal value you shoudn't let anybody know."

"Not even you?"

"Well..." Raising your upper body, you put a hand up to your chin. "It doesn't hurt just in case my mind is compromised."

Its eyes tighten a bit. "You'd have me go so far to conceal myself?"

"If it means you're safe, yeah." You drop yourself back on to the sand.

"The Sith way has taken much from you, creator."

A hum chimes in your throat.

He's not right, but you're not really in a position to say he's wrong either.

"...By any chance, you wouldn't resent me for anything, would you?"

>(2/2)

"No, I have no reason to."

You shrug. "Do you think the Republic is better?"

"Not necessarily, though I can imagine it'd be better to live under them than the Empire."

"Why don't you support the Empire?"

"I have your knowledge of its many, many, many flaws."

"Hey, we may have the biggest and worse case of class differences but at least we've never committed genocide."

"Yet you've enslaved people."

"Most were our own kind before this entire war started. There are regulations and laws in place of improper slave treatment. Slaves can even buy their own freedom if they really want it."

"And yet still fierce punishment such as maiming, torture, and violation can be given."

A sigh escapes your lips as you raise yourself up partway off the sand again. "It keeps them in line and reminds them of their situation. Not like slaves can't come to enjoy their subservience: I'll have to introduce you to Vette sometime."

"What, who, and why?" His head creaks to the side.

"It's a long, somewhat disturbing story."

Only the Force knows the unease you felt as a child hearing it, although you understand her sentiment now that you're basically in the same predicament.

>[ ] "I know the Sith are flawed but not all of us do the monstrous things we do for our own enjoyment. Darth Marr and Darth Mortis are exemplary Sith and they're on the Dark Council. They held everything together along with my father after Corellia and in face of Malgus."
>[ ] "Come on, you seriously think the Republic wageslaves aren't called that because they more or less are?"
>[ ] "Not even a week old and we're already debating politics with each other."
>[ ] "Let's go back."
>[ ] Relax, it's a wonderful night
>[ ] Cortosis weave him, you almost forgot.
>[ ] Write In.

>>4431361
>[X] "Come on, you seriously think the Republic wageslaves aren't called that because they more or less are?"
>[X] "Not even a week old and we're already debating politics with each other."
>[X] Relax, it's a wonderful night
>[X] Cortosis weave him, you almost forgot.

Voting closed; writing now.

>[X] "Come on, you seriously think the Republic wageslaves aren't called that because they more or less are?"
>[X] "Not even a week old and we're already debating politics with each other."
>[X] Relax, it's a wonderful night
>[X] Cortosis weave him, you almost forgot.

You're not done here. The citizens of the republic may have more civic rights than the citizens of the Empire but their lives are far worse and filled with trifling things. By the Emperor, their children grow up without slaves to do most of their chores or any menial work a well-bred human shouldn't be stuck doing.

"Come on, you seriously think the Republic wageslaves aren't called that because they more or less are?"

"I understand that some jobs are tantamount to slavery, but they're still not literal ownership with little or no chance of freedom."

You laugh. "I'd hardly call those low-paying entry-level jobs with no job protecton freedom."

"Well, they may be unworth the effort but they're still not slavery."

"They may as well be."

"I think you are reaching at this point."

You plop back on to the sand for the upteenth time. "Not even a week old and we're already debating politics with each other."

"Did you debate them with you creators?"

Steel scrapes on sand once again.

"I tried to. Father and mother would always shut me down though: what I wanted the Empire to be would require decades of reform and somehow wrangling all the deliquent Sith in our ranks."

"Would such a thing really be impossible?"

"The war prevents us from outright purging the malcontent Sith in recent generations due to their usefulness. Unfortunately, they're also the reason why we tend to get pushed back when we're finally making gains. Too many put personal power struggles, vendettas, and conflicts first."

"Such a shame."

You take a deep breath and sigh. "Yeah, a shame."

Silence fills the air, only broken ever so often by whimpering winds. Time bleeds together soon enough through it all. After an hour or two, you get up and lay a cortosis weaving hand on your artificial child before going back down and closing your eyes.

...

...

...

Groaning, you lift yourself up to growing light of a new day.

Nox is either going to kill you or make you wish she did.

>[ ] "...How does it feel like to experience consiousness without interruption? It's maddening for us biological sentients but our bodies are horribly inefficient."
>[ ] "I need you with the garrison. I'm going to talk with a crazy woman."
>[ ] "Son, have you just been standing there this entire time?"
>[ ] "Come on, let's go have breakfast."
>[ ] Boot up Holo Hord, screw Nox and nutrition.
>[ ] Write In.

>>4431748
>>[ ] "I need you with the garrison. I'm going to talk with a crazy woman."
>>[ ] "Son, have you just been standing there this entire time?"

>>4431748
>[X] "Son, have you just been standing there this entire time?"
>[X] "...How does it feel like to experience consiousness without interruption? It's maddening for us biological sentients but our bodies are horribly inefficient."
>[X] "I need you with the garrison. I'm going to talk with a crazy woman."

Voting closed; writing now.

So who wanted lightning training? Because we are about to get a near fatal dose of it.

>[X] "Son, have you just been standing there this entire time?"
>[X] "...How does it feel like to experience consiousness without interruption? It's maddening for us biological sentients but our bodies are horribly inefficient."
>[X] "I need you with the garrison. I'm going to talk with a crazy woman."

>(1/2)

Best face your fate with your head held high than quivering in the sand waiting for a lightning bolt from hell to fry you. It's unlikely she'll really be that mad, but she'll pretend she is, which she may as well be. Your artificial child should stay a safe distance away where you know he'll be safe in the meantime.

First things first, as always.

"Son, have you just been standing there this entire time?"

It lowers its eyes from the sky to your sand-sleeping self.

"More or less. I'd venture into the endless dunes of Korriban itself, but it's pointless if I have no idea where I'm going and get posessed by a Sith spirit."

You blink. "Oh yeah, that's still a possibility I should've thought of. No real way I know of to prevent that yet though."

"A shame."

Looking up at the rising sun of Horuset, a hum chimes in your throat.

It's never enough to just be powerful, you have to be beyond even that. A sad truth in life even if it often ends in self-destruction. Same could be said of quests for supreme mastery and immortality, but you've recently encountered people who've achieved both somehow.

"...How does it feel like to experience consiousness without interruption? It's maddening for us biological sentients but our bodies are horribly inefficient."

"I spend most of my time pondering, so it feels very enlightening. From the information you've given me on what biological beings experience as sleep, I assume it's very much like death... How does that feel like?"

>(2/2)

Again, you blink. "Peaceful so long as you haven't had any nightmares or dreams: just a void where time has little meaning. As some would say, dying is easier than living."

"There is so much in life though."

"I can't disagree with you there, but some of us don't get to experience good more than bad."

A metallic chime rings through the air.

You raise your legs up and kick yourself back up on to your feet, levitating your borrowed holocron back into your hand. "I need you with the garrison. I'm going to talk with a crazy woman."

"What?"

"Better you not know."

Durasteel Tim walks back to the garrison before you go your own manly man way into the academy.

Tuk'ata sniff you as go by but leave you alone when you go up their accursed step of falling and jumping to the second floor.

When you enter the dark office of your lover herself, you find her behind her desk with the numerous bug-cats you Force conjured sitting obediently on it.

You stare at her Sith red eyes glowing in the dark.

This would only be scary if it wasn't so obvious she's been waiting here for an unordinary amount of time.

>[ ] "How did you get them to do that? They look adorable lined up."
>[ ] "I was out drinking, woman. I do manly man things."
>[ ] "What is with those eyes? Most Sith's are orange."
>[ ] "Oh come on, we both know you're not angry."
>[ ] "...What? What?"
>[ ] Float over the holocron, it is hers.
>[ ] Write In.

>>4432832
>[X] Hand her the holocron, it is hers.
>[X] "Why have your eyes changed color?"

Voting closed; writing now.

>[X] Float over the holocron, it is hers.
>[X] "What is with those eyes? Most Sith's are orange."

It's probably the only thing keeping her from shocking the life out of you, but it's also ironically your one chance to preserve it. She knows she's not merciful, she just wants to pretend she is when you're in a position to beg for her to be. You giving her those adorable kittens bought you a lot of Nox points. Woman hasn't slept with you since, which is simultaneously a good and bad sign.

You hold out the holocron to your lover and let it float over to her.

Her eyes don't leave yours even as the invaluable treasure stops on the other side of her desk.

Gulping, your eyebrow rises. "What is with those eyes? Most Sith's are orange."

"They are a sign of unyielding rage." Nox's smooth hands stroke one of the quiet bug-kittens as softly as her voice. "Merciless anger at an unfaithful little ingrate."

"...You are literally the only woman I have ever had any form of vaguely romantic intimacy with."

"Silence, I did not give your sleepover having tongue permission to speak."

"But the permission to ask questions?"

Nox moves to pet one of the other colorful Force anthropodic felines.

You blink.

Either she's trying to psyche you out or seeing how long she can keep you in this dark as hell office before you try to go out and get shocked.

"Seriously though, your eyes; my mother's are orange, Sith Purebloods come with orange most of the time, and the aliens that become Sith eventually get orange too. Why red? It's a bit too on the nose considering our lightsaber colors, don't you think?"

"I do not care."

Pursing your lips, the faintest tinge of annoyange slips into your mind.

She's just wasting your time now.

>[ ] "...You completely forgot what you were going to do when I walked in, didn't you?"
>[ ] "I'm going to go make us and the cats breakfast."
>[ ] "Do you want to have sex again?"
>[ ] Conjure more kittens, they'll save you.
>[ ] Disappear the kittens, they've served their purpose.
>[ ] Write In.

>>4433322
>[X] "...You completely forgot what you were going to do when I walked in, didn't you?"

>>4433322
>You've forgot what you were going to do when I walked in, didn't you?
>The stars were nice and I got blown up, in case you were wondering.

I wonder what button's going to be pushed to set of the lightning torrent. We could try for a "You know we want to practice absorbing lightning again, so you won't do that" to pyche her out. But she may very well remember our last attempts at doing that and do it anyway.

Voting closed; writing now.

>>4433322
>[ ] "...You completely forgot what you were going to do when I walked in, didn't you?"
>[ ] "Do you want to have sex again?"
Maybe she just missed the D?

>>4433488
Proposing sex to fix the problem sets a bad precedent. If she's just crazy and picking this to make a mountain out of a molehill, it's probably best to stick to our guns and hold ground. If we don't then folding too quickly can give the impression we are weakwilled and easily guilted into compliance......over things we didn't actually do wrong.

>>4433502
Fair enough.

>[X] "...You completely forgot what you were going to do when I walked in, didn't you?"
>[X] "The stars were nice and I got blown up, in case you were wondering."

You've seen right through he and this pathetic act since you walked through the open hall to this dimly lit office. Now is not the time to show mercy to a woman who wouldn't show you any in other circumstances. It'll earn you a few shocks, but it'll be totally worth it.

"...You completely forgot what you were going to do when I walked in, didn't you?"

Nox blinks, her eyes shifting from red to their usual color. "N-No, I haven't!"

"The literal tonal shift of your eyes says otherwise."

"Stop with your insolence!" The Darth blushes.

"The stars were nice and I got blown up, in case you were wondering."

Nox throws a hand your way, emmiting a bolt of lightning at you.

Bracing yourself, you fly back into the office wall to your back, spasming all the way.

It was inevitable, but you at least took it on your own terms.

Chitter purrs thrum through the office.

"Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes! Mommy loves you all, yes she does. You calm her down when pathetic concubines aren't in her bed to do their job whenever she wants it even if she isn't in the mood, yes."

A groan escapes your lips as you lift yourself back up. "Aren't I their father?"

"Deadbeat father who lets them sleep alone at night wondering why he isn't in bed with their precious mother."

"Why are you valued more than I am in that equation?" You twitch an eyebrow.

Nox shoots you a look. "I am the holy mother woman, worshipped as goddeses that can create life since the beginning of mamillian sentients, and you are the male father, the sperm doner."

"I literally spawned them from nothing!"

"They don't know that." She carresses each of her little colorful Force anthropodic felines.

You stare into the woman's cat-bug crazy eyes.

Just when you think you win, you lose.

>[ ] "Can I please receive healing and be left to my own devices? Specifically, the holocron again?"
>[ ] "No sex for you anytime soon. I will seek mates elsewhere."
>[ ] "I'm going to go make us and the cats breakfast."
>[ ] Conjure more kittens, they'll honor you.
>[ ] Disappear the kittens, they've served their purpose.
>[ ] Write In.

>>4434047
You know!
>Conjure more kittens of your own, they shall honour you

This is the pettiest thing I can think of doing, so it must be the right one. Then
>I'm going to make breakfast.

>>4434050
Maybe we should pick up some of those "Force absorbtion" lessons from Nox to deal with the lightning a bit better after breakfast.

Or we could try getting some of our other force skills up to Scratch, Like lightning or telekinesis. Though I can't remember if telekinesis is one of Nox's specialties.

>>4434047
>>4434050
Support.

Voting closed; writing now.

>[X] Conjure more kittens, they'll honor you.
>[X] "I'm going to go make us and the cats, mine, breakfast."

One must fight fire with fire to create an even bigger fire that devours all other fire so there can be no more fire. That fire is mandible-mouthed, compound-eyed kittens but the principle is the same. All the anthropodic felines will be yours, leaving Nox with no choice but to surrender her bitchiness. Maybe you'll have make up unconsensual against your own will specifcially sex. That's a potential thing.

You close your eyes and feel the Force permeating the office.

On various areas of your body, weights begin to tug ever so slightly until your imagined creations take form.

"Aww, they're all over you!"

The dozen or so Force bug-cats you have all over your body chitter and purr.

You open your eyes to two small colorful cat jellybean paws hanging off the top of your head. "I'm going to go make us and the cats, mine, breakfast."

"What?" Nox's lips part in disbelief. "You'd blatantly pick favorites with your children than loving each equally? And here I thought you would've made a wonderful father."

"..I don't think we'd make good parents to any actual children."

"I... don't think so either."

Waving goodbye, you walk out the office and down the stairs of the academy.

Tuk'ata, early-bird acolytes, and staff alike stare at your bug-cat covered self, some tuk'ata also following you as you pass to better sniff and stare at the odd artificial phenomena you're covered by but leave you alone when you cross into the cafeteria.

You're stared at even in the kitchen itself for the bug-cats rather than your usual odd presence.

A sigh escapes your lips as you finish preparing yet another breakfast meal for yourself.

Nox will likely get back at you for getting back at her, but it was worth it.

You make your way out the kitchen and into the cafeteria, where you proceed to eat your meal and have your Force anthropodic felines cleanse your dish clean of any incidental leftovers to the still stares of your fellow acolytes.

Conjuring more Force cats seems to be the solution you should go for regarding angry Noxs. Perhaps you'll have to be covered with them at all times in her presence now. Whether or not she'll be more inclined to hurt you when yo don't have them is a mystery though.

>[ ] Awaken my acolytes! We have about two days of free time left to prepare you.
>[ ] Enjoy time with your bug-kittens, they're growing on you.
>[ ] Find your artifical child, he is your son of sorts.
>[ ] Dissipate the cats, they've served their purpose.
>[ ] Go back, she's probably waiting.
>[ ] Write In.

>>4434686
>[X] Go back, she's probably waiting.

>>4434686
At least we are self aware to know that we are terrible people.

>Go back, she's probably waiting
We can dissipate them after we are done with Nox. A little protection never hurt anyone.

Voting closed; writing now.

>[X] Go back, she's probably waiting.

Many things in life are inevitable, this is one of those many things that are dangerous. She won't attack you so long as you have the Force Bug-kittens of Disturbing Cuteness hanging off you. Of course, she could just disown them and fry them along with you if she's really mad. Her love of creepy-cute things seems like it'd prevent that though.

Rising from the table, you make your way out the cafeteria and through the academy back to your lover's office.

"The deadbeat father returns with his favorite adorable bastard children."

You roll your eyes. "Oh stop, I created the bug-kitties sitting on the desk without your help."

"No, you created them with my love in mind." Nox raises a hand to her chest. "Those little creatures were created out of your spite for me."

"And with your love in mind, technically speaking since they're what you adore in the first place."

"Shut your deadbeat father whore mouth."

You raise an eyebrow and a hand to pat the head of the bug-cat ironically on your head, making it chitter purr in delight.

The fact you're still standing and not writhing on the floor is a good sign that she won't dare raise lightning against such disgustingly cute nonexistent creatures. Walking around with them on you all the time would be an inconvenience, but it might be the only thing that saves you from a surprise shock if you run into Nox without them. One can't run forever.

Nox's own cat bugs purr as she pets them.

A sigh escapes your lips. "Come on, it was just one night?"

"One night?" She scoffs. "First it's the one night, then it's a full week, and then you're gone forever."

"...Do you have abandonment issues or something?"

"No, I am simoply stating things as they are."

You blink.

It's official she's just messing around at this point.

>[ ] "Come on, I know you're just playing around."
>[ ] "Do you want these bug cats to come to you?"
>[ ] "Slippery slope fallacy is in full effect."
>[ ] "I need to go thrash some acolytes."
>[ ] "Can I have the holocron back."
>[ ] Leave, your son awaits you at the garrrison.
>[ ] Write In.

>>4435412
>You're just messing about at this point
>Slippery slope is in full effect
>Would it make you feel better to just shoot lightning at me constantly? If you are going to be messing me around, we may as well both get something from the experience. Your sadistic tendencies and my first hand experience of trying to halt lightning would increase.

>>4435435
Scratch constantly, that kills us.

Lets get some absorbtion training out of this mess.

Going to a birthday dinner. Will close voting and start writing when I get back

Thoughts or questions?

>>4435533
Happy birthday lad, enjoy yourself and don't catch the attentions of Corona chan. She is a vindictive bitch.

A question, are you still enjoying writing this quest?

>>4435571
It's not mine, but thank you anyway.

I am. Just taking me a lot to update lately because of sleep and procrastination.

Voting closed; writing now.

>[X] "Slippery slope fallacy is in full effect."
>[X] "You're just messing about at this point."
>[X] "Would it make you feel better to just shoot lightning at me constantly? If you are going to be messing around, we may as well both get something from the experience. Your sadistic tendencies and my first hand experience of trying to absorb Force powers would increase."

Little harm in calling out her facade in a flippant enough manner to annoy her enough for a shock. The fake bug-cats will defend your already bruised body. Litchenberg scars would look pretty good on you though, however painful it may be to get them. Nox might even find them pretty sexy.

"Slippery slope fallacy is in full effect."

"It's only a fallacy if it doesn't relate at all to what the topic in question entails."

"You're just messing about at this point." A sigh escapes your lips as you shake your compound-eyed cat perch of a head.

Nox gasps oh so long and sharply. "...I am?"

You stare deep into her Sith orange eyes.

Even though you know she gets off on your annoyance, you can't stop yourself from being pricked by her hijinks. She's just too wild for your composed, manly man self. Maybe that's why you find sex with her to be exhilerating even though sex is supposed to be that way. That may be another reason why she's drawn to you when you really think about it.

"Mmmhm, you luck like you went from wanting to mock me to servicing me, like a good loyal concubine. Are we going to leave the children here to wait?"

Groaning, you shake your head. "Let's not do this and pretend they're our actual children with them here, it's just too much." You blink. "...And you're planning on shocking me if I have them hop off me, aren't you?"

"Of course I am." Nox smiles.

"Would it make you feel better to just shoot lightning at me constantly? If you are going to be messing around, we may as well both get something from the experience. Your sadistic tendencies and my first hand experience of trying to absorb Force powers would increase."

"Magnus, I thought you'd never ask such a delectable sado-masochistic way of play training." She raises her hands away from the kittens, letting Force Lightning cackle in them. "Shall we begin now?"

You tilt your head.

There's no time like the present, but you're likely going to be unable to do anything once it's over.

>[ ] "On second thought, that's a terrible idea."
>[ ] "I need to go thrash some acolytes first."
>[ ] "Ha! How does it feel to get outplayed?"
>[ ] "Actually, can I have the holocron?"
>[ ] "Alright, just go ea-"
>[ ] Back out, you need to take care of your artifical child.
>[ ] Write In.

>>4436254
>Alright, maybe you should go eas-

The cats can get off nor dissipate now, but you only bring up outplaying someone once you HAVE outplayed them, not while they can still refuse to play along. Anyway, a few hours of basically torture should be good for us.

Voting closed; writing now.

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>[X] "Alright, just go ea-"

Force Absorption is one of the most vital Force Abilities any Force User should know and master if they can. You're a hands-on learner, which unfortunately means the best way to teach you it is to get targeted by destructive Force Abilities over and over again. Luck you that your lover is a sadist with an unprecedented mastery of Force Lightning.

With a simple flourish of your will, the bug-cats spring off you and walk over to Nox's side of the office.

"Alright, just go ea-"

Nox's cackling laughter merges with crackling thunder as the jolting tips of her fingers unleash a storm of ethereal lightning into your being.

Your world becomes agony and flashes of blinding light with time having no meaning in it.

An unknowable amount of time passes until you can process something other than pain.

"D o e s i t h u r t?"

Blinking your very fried eyes, a somewhat familiar blushing face comes into view.

"D o e s i t hurt?" She asks, jabbing a finger into your now bare chest. "How much... does it hurt?" A moan escapes her lips as she drags it down.

"...Words cannot express."

Nox's ruby red lips pout. "Don't tease me like that. Go into detail."

"Oh... for..." You groan. "Did... I absorb... it?"

"Some." The Darth rests an entire hand on your chest and coos. "But you still took sooo much."

>Force Absorption Experience Gained: 0.5 -> 1.5/5

You whimper.

It's going to take a kolto tank to recover from this in time for the next trial.

>[ ] "Why do you always... Nevermind, it's... going down."
>[ ] "Medic... Medic... Oh, for fuck's...."
>[ ] "Teach me how... to heal myself."
>[ ] "Please.... heal me."
>[ ] Dissipate the Force Cats, that will be your revenge.
>[ ] Write In.

>>4436409
>Teach how to heal self

The republic really have NO fucking clue what level of bullshit they will need to do to break magnus in a torture room.
Seriously, who the fuck can do worse than nox does for pleasure?

>>4436425
As another note, we probably could have used sorcery to help mitigate some of that lightning couldn't we?

Even if it would invalidate the training, it CAN be done, right?

>>4436409
>[X] "Teach me how... to heal myself."

Voting closed; writing now.

>>4436431
It could, but it wouldn't hold up for long against someone like Nox.

>>4436460
Notes for later, thanks Af.

>>4436409
>[ ] "Teach me how... to heal myself."
Can't force lightning us forever.

>>4436734
She can do it......about 4 more times before we get to absorb slightly more of it. 14 before we can absorb most of it and 29 times before she can't do it anymore.

Assuming each session lasts 3 hours per standard training then she can keep torturing us for 87 hours, while if it is 6 hours she can do it for 174 hours, or over a week straight.

I think she would be satisfied with that time.

>[X] "Teach me how... to heal myself."

One of the other vital Force Abilities a Force User can pick up on is the good old fashioned art of healing. Unfortunately, healing is an ability either incredibly hard to learn or a gift directly from the Force itself. People may have the capacity to learn it but mastery is something far above almost all are capable of. Maybe you can learn some in your toasty toasty form.

"Teach me how... to heal myself."

Nox giggles. "I don't see how you're going to heal those third degree burns with what is effectively cheap magical ointment. You need a proper healer, like myself. Either me or a nice vat of kolto for all that roasted flesh."

Another whines chimes in your throat.

"Aww, there there." She pats your leathery face. "Why don't I give you some tips? Sound good?"

You try your best to nod only to whimper.

"Good boy! The trick to healing things with the Force is taking it quite literally into your fesh. It is boundless and all powerful. Force Reinforcement coats you with it to improve your performance, Force Absorption restores the reserves one channels from their connection to the Force, Force Concealment shrouds you with it in the veil of reality, and Force Healing is using the Force to reverse the state of your cells to resemble far far healthier, non-toasty cells."

Choke-like churning eeks out your toast self.

"Of course, you can't do that at all in your state." Nox's laughter fills the room. "Darlings, carry your father down stairs to the medbay."

Purr chitters chirp all around before you feel the immaterial material crawl underneath your limp form and ferrying you out the office.

The various confused and horrified faces of the academy's inhabitants float by until the sterile lights of the medbay come into view.

You're stripped of whatever rags weren't pulverized, dressed in a breathable jumpsuit, and dunked in a kolto tank.

A submerged whimper bubbles up in your new tube.

Today is just not your day.

>[ ] Try out Nox's given knoweledge, maybe you can help the kolto healing process.
>[ ] Analyze the kolto, you never know.
>[ ] Nox, I can't feel my everything.
>[ ] Yang, how are you doing
>[ ] Son, can you hear me?
>[ ] Rest, just rest.
>[ ] Write In.

>>4437430
>[X] Analyze the kolto, you never know.
>[X] Nox, I can't feel my everything.
>[X] Yang, how are you doing
>[X] Son, can you hear me?
>[X] Try out Nox's given knoweledge, maybe you can help the kolto healing process.

>>4437430
So much wasted time, A true nightmare.

>Analyze the kolto
>Yang, how are you doing?
>Son, are you going well?
>Try out Nox's given knowledge

We don't need to talk to Nox at the minute, she can wait a god damn while. As for the inevitable answer to "Magnus, what the hell happened to you?" I personally think that "Women are insane and don't let them use you for lightning practice" is sufficient advice for the bog rat.

>>4437600
Or for cheeky answer "I felt the need to practice healing but I went overboard with the injury part"