Bio:===As Chance Would Have It===
The setting is 24 years ago, on the peaceful planet of Alderaan. A painter and his pregnant wifehad moved to a small town on the outskirts of the Castle Lands from their old home in Aldera, partly for the inspiring vistas of the Castle Lands and partly so that they could raise their kids in a peaceful place surrounded by nature. A life that couldn't be more perfect for either of them. But perfection cannot last forever and all good things must someday come to an end. This is the simple formula by which unspeakable misfortune befalls even the best of people and by which the injustice of chance is justified by those who do not wish to call it unjust.
The setting is 23 years ago, on the peaceful planet of Alderaan. We look in again on the life of the painter and his wife. Neither could have been happier, it were as though their entire world was coming up roses at every turn, but all good things come to an end someday and chance is not a just mistress. The day came when the wife was to give birth, the day when everything reached it's inevitable end, the day when the lives of two simple artists would be torn to shreds without remorse by the wiles of chance.
She bore a set of healthy twin sisters, both so alike and both so beautiful, but the mother herself, the painter's wife, died just after the sisters were born. It puzzled the doctors to no end, they'd gotten nothing but positive vital signs from her during the entire process of labor and she'd suddenly dropped dead as soon as the children were born. There were no warning signs, no possible way they could've tried to prevent it, her life readings just went from normal to non-existent in a matter of seconds It wouldn't make any sense to any sensible person...but then, neither would the suicide of her husband in the same hour.
The 'official' reports say that he shot himself with a blaster pistol out of grief for his wife's death, but why exactly would a painter be carrying a blaster pistol inside a hospital on a peaceful planet like Alderaan? Likewise, no one actually knows where his body went, nor the body of his wife. There were never any graves dug, nor funerals held, nor family gathered, they simply vanished into thin air leaving nothing but an abandoned house outside of town for people to remember them by. But...as chance would have it not everything from that day met with the worst of fates. The twins, the newborn sisters, lived on.
But what happened to them? Well, the 'official' reports say that they were sent to an unspecified orphanage somewhere on Alderaan, but no such records really exist at any Alderian orphanage. The hospital where they were born doesn't even have any records of their birth or even of their mother as a patient at the hospital, let alone records of where they went after their parents both 'coincidentally' died within minutes of each other on the same day. That quaint little town that no one remembers became a ghost town shortly thereafter.
===Project 72===
The setting is 23 years ago, on the industrial mining planet of Arkania. The Arkanians have always been a race that desired perfection, in their technology, their culture, and even their very genetics. To this end many Arkanian scientists began to undertake projects aimed at perfecting their race to truly make them the ultimate race in the galaxy, just as many of the arrogant creatures thought they already were.
This desire for perfection was kept within the realm of legality for the most part, as the Arkanians were allied with the Republic and inhumane experimentation would not be tolerated. The government agreed, but many individuals did not. Their obsession often brought them together, and their madness often created what the Arkanian government would come to call 'Black Projects', scientific projects disowned by the government for falling into categories that were prohibited by law.
Of all of the illegal research syndicates, perhaps the most infamous in the planet's underground was the group that called itself Terenta Tech. It was by far the most ruthless and outright criminal of the syndicates, known for taking drastic and even inhumane steps to insure that their projects would go off without incident or interference from their, or any other government.
This brings us back full circle to the peaceful planet of Alderaan, to a quiet, secluded village that outsiders rarely visited and that had no real peace keeping force of it's own. After all, why would they? They'd never had trouble in such a little traveled region and a security staff would just be a needless expense to them. Each of these circumstantial factors played a key role in the decision of Terenta Tech's executive board and the town soon became the prime choice on their list for acquiring human test subjects for their next project.
In theory they could've used subjects from any near-human race, even their own, but they viewed humans as inferior, underdeveloped beings who had no more value than slaves in their eyes. That made humans the top candidates for their test subjects, as not only would they be able to experiment upon something with a genetic makeup similar to their own without disgracing their race, they would also be able to eliminate whatever humans ended up as failures after months of what equated to flat out torture in most cases, which gave them some sadistic gratification in the end.
The one hole in their plan was finding the proper specimen. For a project of this scale only an infant would be suitable, and in such a small town infants are rather hard to come by. That's when one of the executives had a brilliant idea, if they couldn't get an infant from the town itself, why not import one? They searched thoroughly for someone fitting the description they had in their heads, a young woman around half way through the term of her pregnancy. They found one soon enough, the wife of a middle class painter living in Alaria.
An anonymous letter invited them to move to that quaint little town on the outskirts of the Castle Lands, that quaint little town that was now run in it's entirety by Terenta Tech and it's hired hands, trained mercenaries posing as the townspeople who were in fact dead by then. They welcomed the painter and his wife and made them feel right at home as they settled into their new lives. It was less than a year later when the painter's wife was finally due to give birth.
Everything went smoothly, and as soon as the children were born and successfully separated from their mother, she was killed with a simple injection of Malkite Themfar into her IV. Unexpectedly however, she'd given birth to twins which caused a bit of confusion amongst the board as to how to handle the situation. In the end though, they reasoned that this might actually be beneficial to their project.
Both twins were taken back to their base facility on Arkania which had been prepared many months beforehand in preparation for the experiment, whilst the remaining agents on Alderaan eliminated the twins' father and disposed of all bodies and evidence that might possibly be incriminating to the organization, leaving the quaint little village little more than a ghost town.
This marked the start of the black project codenamed, 'Project 72', an experiment aimed at creating the most efficient Bio-Weapons possible by any means necessary.
===The Art of War===
From the very first time they could think and comprehend the world around them, the twins were brainwashed by the Arkanian scientists. Not with computer chips or neural implants, not with drugs or any sort of hypnosis, but by a method far more nefarious, they were brainwashed by simply living.
Everything they remembered, even their earliest memories, were all of that cold, dark lab where they spent their days locked away in containment cells behind heavy blast doors. They were taught nothing that was unessential, and they were shown no love nor kindness by anyone but each other. They were, for all intents and purposes, slaves, but they were unaware that they were slaves, because they didn't know about the world outside of that lab.
And so they lived their lives not knowing, unsure if there really was anything beyond those durasteel gates or if that endless system of mining tunnels really was their entire world. They were never taught about emotion, and so they never understood it. They would sometimes venture a question about what they were feeling, but they were always told just to ignore it.
They were taught the basics of reading and writing as quickly as they could hold a book and a pen, but this was an act not of well-wishing or best intentions, but simply to get the information that was less useful to the project out of the way first. Once their basic studies were finished, they were immediately set to work studying the arts of war.
Thus, the twins who were at birth given the code names Altima and Ultima, were taught about weapons, stealth, and killing as early as the tender age of five and their heads were filled with the idea that they existed for the sole purpose of killing whom they were told to kill whenever they were told to kill them.
Ingeniously, the board had decided to keep both twins not out of pity, but for the simple reason that training a single warrior to excel in every field would be far less effective than training a pair of twins to excel in specific fields, making them extremely strong in one area so that they could cover the weakness of the other twin in the same area. This unique symbiosis would make them both highly specialized units on their own and extremely dangerous as a cooperative group.
As they had reached the peak of their growth at around the age of eighteen they were also modified physically for the first time, using a complex surgical procedure they were anesthetized and put under the knife. The muscle tissue of their arms, legs, and torso were all sliced apart with impeccable precision and then literally rewoven into a tighter, more efficient weave before being reconnected and fused, greatly enhancing the muscle strength of their bodies to levels beyond the limits of their slim and meager frames.
Then they moved on to neurological alteration, enhancing the signal capacity that their nerves could withstand and shortening the infinitesimal length of the gaps between their synapses to increase their overall reaction time considerably and, combined with their muscular restructuring, their overall speed as well. The Arkanians even went so far as to genetically augment their eyes, leaving them an unnatural shade of turquoise and greatly enhancing their night vision with the implementation of more cat-like slitted irises.
Once they recovered from their surgery, they were given only a further week of training to adapt to their newly enhanced bodies and polish their skills to the utmost limits. Then, they were deemed ready for the final, most difficult test of their training. The experiment so far had been undoubtedly harsh, but what they had in mind for this final test was nothing short of completely inhumane, designed to test the very limits of both their enhanced bodies and the physical and mental training they'd undergone over their past eighteen years as bio-weapons.
They were given no water, no rations, no maps, no bedrolls, not even so much as a length of rope, only the clothes on their backs, a force pike, a disruptor rifle with a single power cell, and a heavy blaster pistol. With only these they were told to enter a section of the mining tunnels that they'd never before been allowed to visit, an area sealed off by the same kind of blast doors as their cells, and there they were locked away.
The difficulty would not simply come from finding food and water until they were released, however. No, the Arkanians were much more ruthless than that. Before they'd loosed the twins into the tunnels, they'd been filled with beasts from other worlds, specifically around four dozen Gundarks from planet Vanqor, placed there to test their adaptability and combat skill in the most accurate way possible, a life or death survival test where the only outcomes would be victory or termination.
It was a grueling test, one which required everything they'd been taught in their eighteen years of captivity about survival, defense, and killing, but slowly, despite multiple ambushes, low ammo supplies, and dangerous close quarters combat, the Gundark numbers began to drop. Even as their foe's numbers fell however, their own bodies were reaching a point where they could no longer function at their full potential without food and water, neither of which were to be found in the depths of an old diamond mine.
The directors thought that they would simply be forced to fight at sub-par performance levels, thus testing their mettle even further and greatly escalating the degree of mortal danger that they were already in, but the twins were masters of adaption and survival. They realized that their enemy was a fearsome one who would even kill others of his own race to survive, but the twins weren't about to kill each other. No, why kill each other when they'd already killed so many around them?
So that night they feasted, they feasted upon the banquet that they themselves had mistakenly overlooked for some time, a banquet which they themselves had forgotten they'd prepared. They tore the skin of the Gundarks from their bodies, devouring their succulent flush raw for it's all important nourishment, their teeth ripping into the tissue like the fangs of a wild Nexu, drinking down the blood from their veins in the knowledge that it's plasma would substitute just fine for their much needed water.
This was the result of Project 72. A pair of killers so ruthless that they would even devour their enemies to survive, so efficient that even swarms of Gundarks could not halt the death dealt by their skilled hands. They were exactly what the Arkanians had wanted to create, and they couldn't be happier with the product of their labors. But perfection cannot last forever and all good things must someday come to an end.
===Heart of Darkness===
The recovery team, lead by the director and co-director themselves had entered the sealed tunnels. All life signs except for those of the twins had vanished. They'd passed the test the Arkanians had put them up to, and now it was time to recover them so that they could finally be put to work in the field to do the work of Terenta Tech.
Yes, it was an absolute success and the director and co-director couldn't help but ramble about just how much of a success it had been. They'd had a bit much to drink celebrating before they'd finally gathered the recovery team, so it was only natural for their tongues to be a bit loose.
They reminisced about the past, about how this whole project began, about how grand the twins trainers had been and about what spectacular weapons and tools for the company they had now become. Unfortunately for them however, the tunnels were indeed underground mining tunnels, and the sound from their loud, obnoxious, drunken voices was easily carried to the ears of those inside. Those who listened all too well as their history was laid out like a holobook in front of them.
Something clicked within the heads of the twins as they sat within that all encompassing darkness, the truth finally reaching their ears and telling them anything and everything they ever wanted to know about themselves..
These people...the ones that they thought of as their family...had torn them apart from their family and rebuilt them, taught them that their entire existence was for the sole purpose of killing, and now they'd even stranded them here to fight for their lives. For what reason? Was there one? No. There wasn't. There was no reason for them to do this.
No reason.
No logic.
No purpose.
No need.
No care.
No feeling.
No love.
No heart.
It were as though that with every passing thought, with every fleeting word they spoke to each other, they slowly began to understand the world that they had been forced and commanded to ignore for the past eighteen years of their life. This...was not right...and they now understood...what right was.
What right was.
What wrong was.
What hate was.
What love was.
What their heart was.
The heart was more than an organ, the heart was the source of their emotion...yes even that, those feelings that had grown ever stronger as they grew up, even those they understood now, and the gears that had been stopped like a clock without a pendulum...began turning in their minds.
Yes they understood everything now. That they really were connected by ties even stronger than blood. That they were...each others everything in this world. That they were all that they had. That these people had wronged them. That these people...had to die.
Blood for blood.
Time to pay the piper.
And then they laughed. For the first time in their lives, they laughed. They understood now. They understood that this world was really as simple as this 'test' they'd been put through. That those men...were no different than these Gundarks that had been falling upon them from every side for days on end. Scum. Vermin. Fools who they'd so foolishly obeyed for all these years.
They knew that their parents weren't here. That none of these people were really their family. They'd always known that. But now they knew what these people were as well. They knew why their family wasn't here. They knew that they were raised to be nothing but mindless, emotionless, killers. They'd been the result of an experiment, an experiment by a group of men who wanted to turn those they thought of as lower than them into weapons that could be used like tools and then thrown away all in the name of profit...or perhaps for these Arkanians it was all just in the name of their worthless pride.
Yes, they understood. They understood that what they'd been put through was wrong. They understood that the right thing to do was take revenge upon these men. To spill their blood and gain the same satisfaction these mad had taken part in as they watched them suffer every day of these eighteen long years. That was what they realized to be right. That is why they laughed. Because these skills, this training, even this test they'd been put through were ultimately not going to be the cause of a great success or breakthrough in the world of science, but the cause of their own demise.
Die the death.
Sentence to death.
Great equalizer is the DEATH!
It was over even before it started. They weren't expecting it, how could they be? The twins had always been nothing but the perfect naive husks they'd raised them to be. But as they descended upon the first true prey they'd ever chosen, as mad, unnerving, bone chilling laughter echoed through those tunnels beneath Arkania, as it slowly extended out through the facility, as the blood of every person present was spilled, and before as the twins finally gained their revenge for eighteen years of slavery and servitude before taking their long awaited leave from those mines to gaze upon the world outside of their cage for the first time since they were born, they realized the irony of it all, if only for a brief moment.
They'd wanted to create monsters.
They succeeded.
RP Sample:Just another beautiful night on the peaceful and prosperous planet of Nar Shadaa...though it was hardly beautiful and Nar Shadaa could hardly be described as a 'peaceful' and 'prosperous' planet despite whatever advertising campaigns the politicians trying to hold the place together were running.
Yes, just another average, crime-filled night on the corrupt and scum filled planet of Nar Shadaa. The setting in particular is just an empty street outside of one of the planet's countless seedy bars, a few people passing by every now and then and the occasional drunk stumbling out to wobble down the street until they by chance pass out or get mugged. Not a very interesting setting in general.
Of course, such peace and tranquility rarely last on Nar Shadaa. A beeping noise suddenly filled the air, starting slow at first but quickly getting faster and faster until it was almost a constant sound. Then with a nice flash and huge bang, part of the bar's wall came flying out into the street, followed closely behind by several patrons of the establishment and a rolling cloud of smoke.
As the smoke cloud cleared up a bit, two moderately tall girls walked out of the front door, one dressed in a burgundy outfit of some sort, while the other was in a matching outfit dyed dark turqoise instead. With a huff they casually strolled over to inspect the debris and the dead members of various species who were currently lying around the street.
The blue haired girl was holding a disruptor rifle in one hand while she juggled a thermal detonator in her free hand, her face looking a bit displeased as she scanned around with her eyes like she was searching for something.
"Any luck, Alty? I can't find her anywhere."The red haired girl laughed at her companion's remark as she skipped around the fragmented pieces of durasteel in search of a particular corpse.
"That's the problem with those explosives of yours, Ulty. They get the job done but it's so troublesome to find the body after~!"Eventually the bubbly red head stopped and crouched down, tilting her head as though appraising something before grinning and waving over to her sister.
"Found her, Ultima!" At that, the girl with the gun walked over and took a look at the corpse herself. It was a young Twi'lek girl, probably a dancer by the looks of her. Her body had several chunks missing, and her left arm had been completely decapitated in the explosion.
"Boy, tore her up pretty bad didn't we?" The crouching girl chuckled and took a vibro-dagger from it's sheathe on her thigh.
"Sure did. I'm pretty sure they won't want her body anymore. Good thing her face is still nice and pretty though! Makes identifying the corpse a breeze."She continued smiling amusedly as she turned on the dagger's ultrasonic generator and brought it down to the Twi'lek's neck, slicing through it cleanly in one nice stroke, a bit of blood spatter hitting her cheek below her left eye. She didn't bother wiping it off, she disengaged her dagger, flicked it into the air a few times to get rid of any residual blood still on the blade, and sheathed it back on her thigh while her sister leaned down and picked the head up, slinging it over her shoulder with a cheerful smile before they both stood up and began walking away.
"Why don't we get some Tarine tea and sugar after we collect our fee, Altima?""Only if it's your treat, Ulty~!""But we share the same bank account, Alty!"Yes, just another average night on Nar Shadaa.
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