That behind Masquerade

[Amara..Valk..Dark one]

She knew the Sith, as well as the Jedi felt her coming from her hiding place within the form of her late Daughter, more importantly Sable also would have felt that. Adena looked down at the body glove, once belonging to her daughter, a paing of sorrow washed as memories of her first born come to mind, watching Nikita do all the firsts a child does, then seeing her become a skilled bounty hunter, then the insanity of her fathers blood, the fight that nearly cost Adena her life, the only thing that Kept Nikkita at bay was Lirreka, then it was Tiera, Adena's second child, a genetic copy of her and Lirreka,,it was she who killed Nikita, and skinned her..Adena shuck the memory from her head as she returned her attention to the lab door, biting her lip as she reached out with her feelings, probing for anymore traps, or force barriors that would keep her from just walking in.
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[Seirra Darque]

*The very act of probing the door is all that is needed to trigger a response. No one else would have triggered this particular response, only Viea would. Sable is nothing if not cunning. A hum and a shimmering sound echoes around Viea as first one holocron and then another activate. Soon an even dozen are active and their projectors cross in the middle of the room forming not the hazy half-seen images a Holocron is known for but the crisp, clear, real seeming image of Sable herself. Her robes flow in the non-existant wind, her silvery white hair follows suit. She smirks at Viea, yes as if she can indeed see her.*

"So you've made it this far. Impressive, few Sith let alone a Dark Lord would make such an effort as to track me down. I don't know if I should be flattered or frightened." The laughter of the holographic image fills the room. "What you seek isn't here, nor am I though the latter you most likely know. After our meeting I took precautions specifically for you. If I were you I wouldn't enter that Lab, you might find it a division of effort on your part." Again she grinned that smirky grin. "I would walk from here right now were I you but I doubt you will, position always bring ego. When you do enter my Lab keep this in mind, I DID warn you. Good evening Viea, it has been a pleasure." Her silvery laughter rings around the room as the holocrons go dark once more.

[Amara..Valk..Dark one]

Adena scowls slightly, she half expected this reaction, reaching into her bag she with drew the portible plasma welder she had on her person, it was nothing like a lightsaber, but she knew verywell that it was more than enough in the hands of a skilled fighter, and force user to be effective, now curious she paused, probing deeply into the room beyond, attempting to create a visual in her mind of exactly what lay back their
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[Seirra Darque]

*The room beyond is a combination of an operating theater, a mad scientist's lab and a witchdoctor's hut. Fetishes hang along side surgical lasers, test tubes sit along side DNA sequencers, a powerful Gene splicer sits across from a stretching rack for hides (Or skins) A kiln, a small forge and a large cloning cylinder all fill the back of the room. It pulses with Darkside energies*

[Amara..Valk..Dark one]

Adena drinks in the visage, as she clentches the welder in her hand, her thoughts focus on the cloneing cylenders, and gene splicers, a thought flashes across her mind, and suddenly there is anurgency to her, she MUST look of the equipment, and any records, though she doubted she would see the awnser she hoped for, it was worth the shot

[Seirra Darque]

*The harder she probed the less she saw, like a sun slowly setting the room's image faded into indistinct forms wrapped in stygian shadows. Only entering would allow her to see what she sought.*

[Amara..Valk..Dark one]

Adena grunted again as she clentched the welder, she knew that Sable had knowledge of great importance, was it the origin of her Half Danthiri daughters, or other?; it did not mater there was something she MUST see. Taking a deep breath Adena supressed her need to breath for a time, incase of a biological or toxic defence, and braught up her sences, activating the dueling shield built into the suit, it would sustain no more than a few hits before failing and leaving her exsposed, but in her exsaustion she needed all the extra time she could get. With a final twist of her Lip, Adena entered the Lab

[Seirra Darque]

*The room was as she seen though somewhat larger then she mentally pictured it. No beast leapt from the shadows, no noxious fumes roses from vents in the floor, not even ONE poison dart flew from the wall. Even as Viea stood in the small alcove-doorway nothing happened to her. She could see from here the complexity of the Cloning Cylinder, far more advanced then what was being used now. Sable had modfied it to suit her needs. The Gene splicer was beyond state of the art, again altered by Sable. The woman may not be capable of much physically she was indeed a genius when it came to technology and adapting it to her needs. Nav-computers had less complexity to them. Here despite the mish-mash of styles and levels of understanding there was a firm scientific mind in charge of this room and its design. Only now after the room's vista has sank into Viea's mind did she feel it. A tickle at the back of her neck, she was somehow being watched.*

[Amara..Valk..Dark one]

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Adena may have felt the slight tickle, of her sences, her eyes darted about the room looking for anything that may be a camera, or holo recorder, however her attemps were dwarfed by her predominant thoughts and she quickly dismissed things as her cautious nature. Moving deeper into the lab, her eyes falling on once piece of equipment to the next, taking in all she can, searching for any files, or data pads of her experimant history, sucesses, failures, anything.

[Seirra Darque]

*Dominating one entire corner, hidden from view until she entered the middle of the room was something that should make her stop in her tracks; a Medtech Gene Computer, the heart of any genetics lab. This one looked simultaneously ancient and brand new. Its massive chassis looked hundreds of years old but the readouts screens were the lastest photo-mylar. It would hold any record of Sable's experiements. It was the grail in this room full of treasures.*

[Amara..Valk..Dark one]

Adena pauses, moving swiftly to the readout, scanning it over before trying to access the terminal, looking for anything within the past 8 years that may hold the key to alot of questions
*note Adena's computer is 10

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After a moment the screen is flooded with a collection of archived files, quickly Adena starts fileing through them , skimming over them quickly as she fumbled in her bag for a personal datapad she had used as " Nikita" to take down lessons, and pluging it into the data slot to make a copy of the files for harder look once she returned to a safer location.

[Seirra Darque]

*The last genetic format on the readout is that of Kyra Maans but body only the memories and mind were set to be blanked. The database looks at a glance large, VERY large spanning at least three centuries of work. It would take a time consuming detailed search to even check the last decade. No name leaps out save the first.*

[Amara..Valk..Dark one]

Adena furrows her brow as she ponders over that entry; what had she missed during this time? As she allowed it to continue downloading the Dark Lords eyes drifted about the room again, idly looking through random draws, and files where she finds them, looking over anything and everything she could, while keeping an eye open for any security that may pop up.
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[Seirra Darque]

*Tools, equipment and other such small things that would be of use to a crafter of Sable's skill. Although one drawer holds only a pair of black gloves of a material that does not look familiar to Viea. The rest of the room seems much like it looked from the begining, a lab.*

[Amara..Valk..Dark one]

the gloves looked of intrest to her mildly, more so due to the odd materal, I'dly she slipped them into her bag " I bet Lirreka may know what these are used for" she muttered " this is her sorta thing". Adena moved to retrieve the data pad and glanced about the room one last time making sure she did not over look anything [#@rand#=7.927814919669614%@]
before moving closer to the labs door