Lord Renning

A speeder is allocated to you in the transportation hub by a surly maintenance droid. There is no time to waist and you spend the best part of two hours tearing across the desert landscape of the planet. Going no slower than120 mph the vast scale of the planets natural landmarks awes you. The Vally of the dark lords is truly a testament to their power and authority. One day perhaps you can achieve a tenth of what they could.

You arrive at a remote imperial research station nestled into the wall of a great cliff. Halted by a number of Imperial troopers your soon waved through with a careful mention of Overseer Tremel’s authority. You enter the walled installation and are surprised to find a Sith lord surrounded by caged animals working in the open sun. An overweight man and naturally radiating power he stoops over an operating table. His hands are buried deep in the guts of a vast dead quadrupedal animal when he addresses you without turning.

“A fresh young acolyte, come to view my experiments?” You smile unnoticed and quickly confirm the Lords assumed cover. “Yes my lord. The importance of your work cannot be overstated. My name is Vax Tramillion and it is an honour to finally meet you in the flesh.” You're confident your flattery will keep the man you assume to be Lord Renning from prying further into your identity. He turns with a smug smile, revealing his molten red eyes and black veined face. You hide your reaction, despite his overweight physical appearance he is clearly powerful in the dark side “Good good, young Vax. I trust the sight of a messy operating table doesn’t disturb you.”

You feel his power slipping into your mind as he studies your impressive physique. You may be strong in the **** but he is well practised and with enough time he could dance around your mental barriers. It is time to distract him with flattery. “Quite the opposite actually there is nothing disgusting about the acquisition of knowledge!”

His eyes flare with enthusiasm and you feel his probing relent. “Exquisitely said. Quite right, understanding the ****’s mysteries requires that we seek answers everywhere even from inside a beast itself. This used to be a Tuk’ata the hound-like creatures infesting Korriban’s tombs. On the surface nothing special. But, I alone can see this creature is an expression of pure dark side energy, aggression made manifest.”

Despite your better judgment, you are in-fact intrigued by his theory. “Quite so my lord, their connection to the dark side could explain what they are drawn to the tombs.”

He had been looking back to his work then turns as if slapped in the face. A smile then broadens across his **** ravaged features. “Precisely, you understand young Vax yes you understand. The **** is alive. It expresses its will in the physical world. This Tuk’ata was one such form.”

“Are we another of these such forms?” You ask knowing the answer but intrigued in his response.

“Sith are the highest manifestation of the ****’s will. Now, where was I. Oh yes. I have dissected hundreds of Tuk’ata, forging a direct connection to the dark side. Each beast I examine advances me toward perfect unity. I now stand at a new frontier but find myself thwarted. My most perfect specimen-a Tuk’ata mutant-escaped to the tombs before I could analyse it. With it, I have lost a vital key to unlocking the dark sides true essence.”

“My lord it would be my honour to recover the beast.”

“Yes, my apprentice Malora is readying herself to hunt the beast as we speak. She knows into which tomb it fled, assist her in the recovery of the beasts perfect brain and you will be rewarded.”

You raise your eyebrow, an apprentice you know for a fact most Sith don’t play well with others. And as an apprentice, she would naturally assume control over you a lowly acolyte. “Won't your apprentice take issue with my joining her on the mission.”

“She lacks the fire that you do now go you have my authority.” He points in the direction of a prefabricated steel building. Then turns back to his work. Great another hot-blooded Sith female, what could go wrong!