Darth Demus: Star Wars
Copyright© 2007 by Cylis Derrens
Epilogue
In a secret underground facility there was a room full of sparti cylinders holding not clone but another experiment. The Mandalorians had been the prototypes to this little project, and Demus had perfected the process through them.
The young beings inside the cylinders were his offspring and were made up of a random genetic sampling of his and Aayla's DNA. Like Demus each was receiving training from a subconscious program made to interact with their dreams
In the program he taught each separately with a standardized program, and most reacted relatively the same. Demus had a hunch that one of them would react much differently than the others; Demus wanted only the strongest, the rest could remain here in this universe.
It required patience to wait and watch. Even during his time away when he attacked Coruscant part of him monitored them.
Wisps of consciousness would draw his attention hinting that something was stirring. Hurrying back from Coruscant he allowed Talas to accompany him this time.
Demus had always come here alone. The techs and doctors who had setup the automated system that took care of them were long gone.
Demus himself normally checked in on them, when he wasn't forced to leave to deal with Imperial business.
The stirring sensed as they came into orbit of the strange barren world made him hurry. When the shuttle landed Demus headed immediately to a small metal structure that contained a hidden lift to the lab far below.
Talas barely keeping up with Demus was surprised by the level of secrecy. Whatever lay below was very important to his master, that much was clear.
Entering the lift they stood inside as the enclosed lift zoomed down to the lab. He could sense his master's growing impatience.
The last time he had felt anything like this something was terribly wrong.
Stepping out of the lift Demus headed across the narrow metallic hall opening a door.
Inside glass shards covered the floor along with dozens of bodies. Talas saw their resemblance to his master and understood now why his master had kept this place secret.
On the far side of the two survivors stood: one wounded at the shoulder with a glass shard imbedded there and the other picking himself of the ground. The wounded one had blue skin like Demus' dead son and was almost a true clone of the original.