The Sun Forge

Darkness, everything was enshrouded in the miasma, nothing could be felt, everything was afloat in this sea of darkness. He couldn't feel, couldn't see, he could barely tell himself from the darkness that he was lost in. Nero was scared, how long had he been here, he could barely even remember what had happened before here, whatever here was. He knew it was no longer the Ashla, he could barely understand what was going on but he felt weak, he felt his connection being sapped away, barely leaving him alive. Movement was impossible but his eyes were fixed to a point, a coagulated mass of darkness, drawing in everything and devouring it like a black hole.

Nero gasped out, jolting as his eyes went wide and his body screamed out in pain and want. He shook, his mind and body in shock as his stomach tried to expel anything in it but found nothing. He felt dull, his senses, his body, his emotions, everything about him felt frained as his blurry vision lay upon something familiar. This elderly Rakatan looked over Nero with curious eyes, looking him up and down as he spoke,

"Senth appears to be progressing slower than the others. The slave showed great promise whilst being transported to the Sun Forge, quickly growing his strength with the Force and enabling him to use the abilities even though the slaves were placed in a Force dampening cage. Though much to my dismay he has been making his transition slowly unlike the others, even the one he had such a violent outburst over has progressed far in these past years. It seems that somewhere in that young mind of his lay hope, deeply embedded inside him though I doubt it will be staying there too much longer.

I, Jul Gaivan; the head scientist of the Force, Force Hounds, and related areas am taking a gamble. These machines, which I have so aptly named Force Forge Feeders better known as FFF, draw from these force-sensitive slaves to power the Forge beyond its star siphoning abilities to power it better. A side effect of the FFF is leaving the slaves drained of all positive emotions such as empathy or compassion, allowing them to touch the dark side of the force and become in tune with the darkness. The point of my senseless rambling and explanations is that each FFF is set on a limiter, only drawing exactly enough of what's needed but I desire results.

This being said I am disabling the limiter, allowing the FFF to draw on as much of Senth's force energy in hopes of propelling him deeper into the cataclysmic change. I have several theories on what might take place and almost all signs, readings, and tests I have conducted say this will end in failure but a slave can be replaced"

Nero only caught bits and pieces of what was said, his head swimming too much as he felt himself begin to be pulled back in, forced into the darkness as its claws sank into him, burning like a star's heat as he was dragged into the slumbering void. Gaivan looked into the FFF, watching Senth begin to violently shake, foam began to permeate from his mouth as his eyes rolled back. The Star Forge seemed to be fine but the air around Senth was hard to breathe as a wicked smile crossed the scientist's face. He was making a monster, a personal pet project all his own and it thrilled him to no ends as he quickly scampered off from the area.

He had a direct link to the FFF that Senth was in, monitoring his vitals at all times. The initial jump start worked fantastically but wasn't something Senth was prepared for extended periods of time. Since they first arrived on the forge it had been seven years, the other slaves were being prepared to become hounds as Predors had already selected their hounds from his brood but Gaivan convinced them all that Senth was younger and still needed time within the machines, they gave him a year. The time it took to disable the FFF limiter on Senth's alone ate a month and a shelf of his time and was left with eleven months to make Senth into a Force Hound worthy of his name.

Thus began the making of Senth, Nero a figment of the past as each month Senth was pushed further into the dark than those before him. During this time Gaivan spent his time making any and everything that he could to outfit the soon to be Force Hound, the time spent from weapon to armor was taxing but in the end, had produced unexpected results. He remembers using some alloy for the armor, making him a full suit of decently weighted armor that wouldn't restrict his mobility but what he couldn't remember making was the crystal for the Forcesaber.

His memory was foggy of the events, his head still spinning as he tried to recall the event that took place for the crystal, even asking the other Rakatan what events followed. They all told him the same thing, He awoke from slumber, muttering nonsense none of them understood, his eyes crazy and empty. For half a month he was cooped up in the lab, never leaving to anyone's knowledge until one day he returned to normal, in his hands a Forcesaber that made each person who looked upon it go cold with fear, they couldn't explain why but it looked as if the hilt dripped ethereally, seen but not all at once.

Gaivon dared not question, the rumors instilling enough caution into him to only worry about one thing that mattered, his pet monster that was nearing completion.