Grand Lord Vol wished that he hadn't had those first two non-Force-sensitive members of the Lost Tribe simply executed after they drank from the Font of Power and bathed in the Pool of Knowledge. But it wasn't because he regretted their deaths; he regretted his surprising lack of foresight on having any DNA samples from those first two before they died and had their corpses disposed of via that planet's star.
Thus, when Vol had Workan order two more non-Force-sensitives to drink from the Font and bathe in the Pool, the Grand Lord made sure to add to the High Lord, "And make sure DNA samples are collected from them both before they go through their transformations and then before they are executed."
Thus, after Vol and Daala set off on their respective journeys to the Maw—they each took different transports and paths so as to avoid suspicion—Vol received a transmission from Workan before the former entered the black hole cluster.
"It is done, My Lord," Workan reported. "Saber Vyn Holpur has reported the success of the plan."
"How badly garbled was the transmission from Saber Holpur?" Vol asked. "I hope that nothing was lost."
"I assure you, Lord Vol," Workan said, "I caught every word. Would you like to see a record of the transmission yourself?"
"I would," Vol affirmed.
"Very well, My Lord. Please give me a moment."
A moment later, Workan's image was added by the visage of Sith Saber Vyn Holpur right next to him. Indeed, in spite of the static interference that made transmissions between the Maw and the rest of the galaxy tricky, the boost in gain during the transmission managed to catch every word that Holpur had. The non-Force-sensitives had their DNA samples collected, ordered to drink from the Font of Power and bathe in the Pool of Knowledge, their DNA samples were collected again, and then they were promptly executed.
When the recording ended and it was just Workan that Vol was looking at again, the Grand Lord said, "Good work, High Lord. Now that Saber Holpur has the DNA samples, here is what I want him to do with them."
A few days later, when both Vol and Daala finally arrived to the mysterious jungle world in the Maw, their respective shuttles touched down upon a nearby beach next to each other.
After they disembarked from their vessels and met each other, Daala's eyes widened in mild surprise at Vol's purple complexion.
"So that is what you look like without your makeup?" Daala enquired. "Well, I must say, it's quite... exotic."
Vol raised an eyebrow. "I will take that as a compliment."
"As well you should," Daala replied evenly.
Before Vol had a chance to respond, he and Daala's heads turned to the entrance of the nearby jungle where a party of half a dozen Sith emerged, two of whom were dressed in casual civilian clothing. At the lead was a familiar human male, Vyn Holpur.
"Saber Holpur," Vol greeted with a strict, authoritarian tone befitting for a Sith Grand Lord. "Please present to Chief of State Daala the recently former non-Force-sensitives who drank from the Font of Power and bathed in the Pool of Knowledge."
"Of course, Grand Lord Vol," Holpur replied. He then waved theatrically at the two "former non-Force-sensitives," a young female human and a middle-aged male Keshiri.
However, Vol knew, as much as Holpur did, that these two had always been Sith, and were both currently Sabers at that. But for this ruse to work on Daala, until they allegedly drank and bathed in the Font and Pool respectively, they had no ability to grasp the Force.
The human woman reached a hand out and used the Force to fling a thick branch from a fallen tree by the edge of the treeline behind her. She then launched it high into the air, where she released her grasp and allowed it to begin its rapid descent for the ground.
That was when the Keshiri reached his own hand up for the branch and unleashed a torrent of Force-lightning that obliterated it into a cloud of mist and only a few dozen pieces of bark that collapsed harmlessly to the sand below.
When the brief demonstration passed, Daala turned to Vol and asked, "How can you verify their identities?"
"That would be Saber Holpur's duty," Vol replied. "Saber Holpur?"
Holpur then brought out his datapad from his belt and approached Vol and Daala with it. He then turned the 'pad to face the Chief of State.
"Here is all the information that you need to verify who they are, Chief Daala," Holpur said as he handed her the 'pad.
Daala took the device and began looking through the information presented there. According to what the info said, the DNA matched up with the images of the human woman and Keshiri man. There was also a midi-chlorian count from what they had before their "experiences" in the Font and Pool to what they were after.
Naturally, all of the information was fake, but Workan had instructed Holpur to be thorough in the work he put into it... or rather, the work that he had one of the Lost Tribe's computer geniuses put into it.
"I hope neither of you object to another DNA test," Daala said to the human woman and Keshiri man when she finally passed the 'pad back to Holpur.
Vol had anticipated this, which was why he said, without hesitation, "Of course they would." He then waved the man and woman over to him.
Once the man, Saber Pletoth, and woman, Saber Gheray, joined Vol and Daala, the latter said, "I have a DNA analyzer aboard my ship; it's been installed for just this occasion. It can verify these results with this new blood test in a few minutes."
Vol nodded. "Very well."
Several minutes later, the test came back positive; Pletoth and Gheray were who Vol and Holpur said they were.
And that was because both Pletoth and Gheray's actual blood samples were input into Holpur's datapad and, through some computer trickery, were made to match with the midi-chlorian counts that had been displayed from the sacrificed non-Force-sensitives. As for Pletoth and Gheray's own midi-chlorian counts in the blood samples that they gave to Daala, Workan had seen to it that both Sabers underwent a quick but grueling meditative Force-exercise that would modify the appearance of their midi-chlorians to match those of the dead non-Force-sensitives.
That cosmetic modification would wear off in a few hours; but by then, Daala should be satisfied with the results that she had seen and would question them no further.
"I've seen enough from here," Daala said in her shuttle's medbay, where the blood test took place. "They can go."
Vol nodded to Pletoth and Gheray, who promptly left the ship.
"Now tell me, Lord Vol," Daala said, "why can I not see a non-Force-sensitive drink from this Font of Power and bathe in this Pool of Knowledge?"
"Because I am afraid, Chief Daala," Vol nodded, "that there would not be enough time for you to view the whole process. You see, it takes several days for the process to take hold, and that is time that you cannot afford to spare on your little vacation. You have already spent enough time off of Coruscant just getting to the Maw; by the time you return, your vacation should be well and truly over. And you have no choice but to return to your duties as Chief of State of a recovering Galactic Alliance."
Daala's eyes narrowed; Vol didn't need the Force to tell that the Chief of State was suspicious. Still, he knew that she couldn't contradict him; she really did have duties that she was letting slip by already back on Coruscant.
"Very well," Daala finally said. "It'll have to do. Until we meet again, Grand Lord Vol."
Vol nodded and left Daala's ship.
Once her shuttle returned to the skies above, Workan, who was watching the ship depart alongside Vol, said to his Grand Lord, "It's a good thing she didn't see what actually became of those who drank and bathed from the Font and Pool, My Lord."
"Indeed," Vol replied. "Otherwise, she would never have agreed to this arrangement."