Chapter 13

Machinations and the Messengers

In the long service to his new Lord, Kalev Zalliste would conjure many things for Sauron. Kalev, the man was brilliant, and wicked in his naked pursuit of all things possible through the use of the scientific powers granted him by station, technology and his own intelligence. His great and terrible laboratory would be built, known to himself and those as would come to serve him as, Genesis.

Deep within the facility, as the droids erected walls, and built up foundations of rock and soil into steel that was glimmering and shining, there could be heard unspeakable things. Within the furthest depths there were screams. Gurgling roars like that of drowning monsters. The shrill shrieks of petrified beings unknown to all. Things that had sentient thought, reduced to animalistic horror.

The wet squelching of rending flesh and splitting vocal chords. The primal cries that bore no words to them, but the panicked howling of base minded abominations. Whilst there were others. The howls of a more feminine manner. These were long and often rumbled deep into the base and lab. The very air seemed to twist and bend when unleashed. None, but Kalev and Lord Sauron when he visited, ever had access to the source of these womanly cries. Their cage, whoever and whatever they were became known to those without access, but knowledge of its existence as, 'Hold-101.'

However, Kalev's experiments and machinations were not absorbed solely with Hold-101. Even in the earliest weeks of his employ under the Great Lord, Kalev found himself staring at the cellular reactions of black blood samples. As well, several of the most sniveling and cowardly creatures in Sauron's service, the Orcs, or rather, the basest of them known colloquially as Goblins, these things were brought before him. Led in by magnaguard droids. Kept in chains, and thrown to Kalev as they had failed to conduct themselves to the benefit of their orc chieftains or even Sauron himself. They were called, snaga. Which, as Kalev came to understand, meant in Basic, 'slave.' Little did he care about the title, nor the politics behind it. The Doctor found much more intrigue in the broken shambled body and how it reacted to certain...stimuli.

...

"Is he secured?" Kalev asked one of the droids. The gray, and robed magnaguard tilted its body in an affirmative. The blazing red 'eye' of its photoreceptor piercing, but of little menace to Kalev. The Doctor stood in his white coat with himself presentable as ever, he smirked thinly.

"Very good."

"Let me out of 'ere! I swears I did what the Chief wanted! I swear!"

"Oh," Kalev clicked his tongue in condescending disappointment. "Now now, none of that, you."

"Who are you to talk to me, man-thing?!" The little green skinned near-animal squealed! Thrashing himself about and slamming his chained body against the side of a seemingly crude durasteel cage. Greasy green hands wrapped about two bars as he pressed his face between two metal bars. Kalev imagined the stink before it hit his nose of the foul little impish thing.

"If you'd please?" Kalev raised his left hand up and out to the cage. In a flash, the same magnaguard activated its electrostaff and stabbed it through the bars into the goblin's left hip. He gave a squealing cry! His body snapping to and fro until he finally spasmed his hands free of the bars and fell onto his back. Piggish squeals and snorting occurred as the droid retracted its weapon and deactivated it. Planting it with a hard and heavy clang into the floor.

"Do not overstep your place, my little friend. You have found yourself, cruelly, in the dissatisfaction of our Lord. You know this, and I know this. So now, you must repay." Kalev shrugged as he pressed a few keys into his computer terminal. Preparing...something unseen. The goblin, whimpering, almost sounding near tears, quaked on the floor. Mewling he picked himself up onto his knees. His wrists bound by irons and connected into the plot on the floor. Sliding forward on knees the twisted face of the green beast looked pathetic. Eyes bugged, mouth opened slightly and panting.

"But...but I haven't done nothing! Nothing! The Chief told me to to grab some planks 'a wood, and grabbed them I did! Grabbed them and dragged them over to be used! Long sweating work it was!"

"You were found feasting on stored meat." Kalev numbly, disinterestedly even, corrected without turning his head up.

"Stored meat that...according to your file, and yes," Kalev tilted his head up with a dark bemused smirk on his dark features. "You all have one. But, on your file it says the meat was meant for your entire clan. Yet, you feasted on more than your portion. You little rascal you!" Kalev mocked him. The goblin sputtered before speaking, and when he did he sounded incredulous.

"I...I...well I was just...I did what I was told! I was hungry! You've ever been hungry man-flesh?! I hadn't eaten me a scrap of nothin' in a week! Half the troupe look down on ya' and thinks yer' looking mighty delicious! I wasn't about to starve! Nor be eaten!"

"So you admit you did what you were not supposed to. Only now you have moved from denial to excuse." Jaded and with monotone voice, Kalev scoffed.

"I see. The reason makes the action alright."

"That's not-"

"Enough, if you'd please." Not a question, but rather a firm command that shut the snorting creature up. His protruded brow meekly twisted to the droid that towered nearby and remained unmoved and unfazed. Most orcs, as Kalev had experience with at this time, looked on the droids in fear. To varying degrees of course.

The bigger ones thought they could well bring down a droid, and Kalev didn't doubt the ones that were also colloquially called Uruks, could. That was, of course, until even the most easily mass produced B1 battle droid put a bolt through their stinking carcasses shortly thereafter.

In the days before and days ahead few incidents involving orcs and droids would occur. Usually done because the droids had been ordered to clear a camp, move the orcs, or some other matter of business ordered of them by their own commanders. Always done by the will of Sauron or his lieutenant, the awe and fear inspiring black-robed figure, the Witch King. Whenever orcs resisted; which seemed to be an inherent flaw found in their aggression and unending ache for consumption, they were punished.

The worst of these punishments became known as being whisked away to Genesis. Funnily, in Kalev's mind, he was told orcs would call it the flight as they were taken by droids and sometimes even a present Nazgûl aboard shuttles. But, 'flight' wasn't the term. Rather it was known to the orcs as an 'Exodus.' Without knowing why, Kalev found their fear of that word amusing. It hardly mattered, however. When they came to him in the long days...and years of his service, Kalev always had new uses for them. New plans. New tests and new adaptions to discover and force upon them. To make them perfect.

All at the bidding of the Great One.

"Now, be a good little goblin, and be still. Or...don't, I really don't care. This test is quite simple." Kalev shrugged as the goblin's eyes tilted to and fro in fearful anticipation. His bottom row of teeth jutted forward in a slight, but noticeable underbite. His jutting brow made him an odd sight, misshapen in Kalev's eyes, as so many of his species. Black twisted hair fell down his back in a poorly made single braid. While the goblin bore the oddest and near seemly blue eyes. They bore within them what seemed almost a glow, and were what some would have called wise-eyes. They carried in them great emotion, and a beauty. Alone they would have deluded anyone into thinking the bearer of them was of worth. Now, however, with the full picture, Kalev saw just the twisted feral, or nearest feral as could be, horrid creature. No beauty in it.

"What...what are you planning on doing to me?" The foul thing trembled. Kalev rolled his shoulders. A buzz of adrenal agitation wracked his neck and he tilted his head in annoyance. But, he did humor the goblin. Flicking his chin towards the wall at the goblin's right. There about the wall was a circular porthole. Grinding gears in a spiral were shut tight with the swirling lines of the interlocked slabs pressed together.

"That there."

"What? What...what's that?"

"A window." Kalev hummed in near amusement. "And...there!" Kalev smiled in a pleased victorious manner. Around the goblin, from overhead a slew of instruments fell. He quaked again and shrunk down, but it didn't seem to bother Kalev. These things, unknown to the lowly creature from the backwater world he was spawned of, were monitors and sensors. Medical instruments meant to monitor his heart rate from a distance, quite sensitive. Some to gauge internal and exterior temperature and pressure. Whilst Kalev had already drawn blood from the goblin when brought to him, he had another arm descend that contained a readied needle and vial for his command and input. Many other such instruments formed a broken circle about and came to whirring stops in their assigned places.

"This shouldn't hurt." Kalev informed the creature. His greasy little fingers on both hands churning and circling in and out. A nervous tick, but Kalev found the pathetic thing in front of him unworthy of pity.

"What….what's going to come out the window?!" He begged to know. Kalev felt, more than willed, a cruel smile crawl along his face.

"What's going to come in is nothing. Nothing but streams of daylight." Kalev shrugged, and hovered his right index finger over a button. The goblin tilted his head in confusion, clearly not understanding, to his own detriment, what Kalev meant. Then, Kalev pressed the button, and a whir sounded as metal ground together, and the spiraling window opened. A burst of Lúnoranna's starlight bounded in! Almost as though a piercing ray like the shimmering of a Jedi's lightsaber. At once, the goblin understood now what Kalev meant as the light assailed his flesh and made him scream! Both in pain and in terror as he fell onto the floor. Trying to hide from the light from behind the thin bars of his cage.

"Not the light! Not the light! Please! Not the light!"

"You can endure it."

"It burns!" The goblin screamed as his heart rate, indeed, thundered up and his temperature spiked. Though whether from the direct heat of Lúnoranna, or his body reacting, Kalev hadn't the data for yet.

"It's not burning you." Kalev clicked his tongue in derision. "Your reaction is psychological. There may yet be a physiological reason. Xeroderma pigmentosum, or another genetic reason why your kind, minus your uruk kin suffer from acute UV sensitivit-"

"Stop it!" He quailed and howled! Shaking on the floor. The goblin was not truly burning. He was not experiencing an outward symptom of being in sunlight. Not one Kalev could see, and by this point this was not the first orc he had forced into direct sunlight either. Yet, all of them showed the same aversion to direct starlight as this one. All save for the uruks.

Thrashing on the floor, blubbering and spitting in pain...but perhaps it was more accurate to say fear, the goblin snapped his gangling body about. Back and forth and over again. Kalev would draw more blood while he was seizing on the floor and frothing. Muttering wordlessly in his horror and anguish. Comparing and contrasting the disorder from this goblin and his other tortured kin to that of the uruks.

The goblin would be dragged off, thrown into one of many cells deep within Genesis. Thankful to be left in the dark where but dim wall-mounted lights shone. Many frightened, cold and tortured fellows of his kind about in cells their own. It was not an unfamiliar sight, nor feeling, nor reality for the orc race. They could and they would endure. The will of their Lord could not be, and was not denied, even as they languished at the behest of the mannish servant in white.

Sauron willed his orcs, not some, but all of them – be they living or for the future 'production' as he called it, all of them should be cured of their weakness to sunlight. The uruks could and did move in sunlight, but even they did so uncomfortably. They tolerated it, they did not go without feeling the 'sting' of its presence. Kalev would help, with Sauron's own aid at times, to research the error in their much maligned genetic code.

With time, the fruits of his labors may show promise. For both the orcs, as well as the trolls.

…

Kalev Zalliste's works were many. His companions more times than not were droids. Aiding him in conducting experiments, give him readings, handling important vials, on and on. When he would, eventually, receive organic aid and fellow scientists of varying backgrounds they would seldom work alongside him. Kalev became both Chief Scientist of Genesis as well as General Director. His reach upon Genesis and within the depths of the massive facility were boundless, save for what Sauron or another of his representatives commanded of him. To which Kalev would always abide.

One such study, or experiment, that none had access to, but the highest of the high, was what became known as 'Project Chimera.' Induced by Sauron in relation to the experimentation being conducted on the horn sample, as well as what, or rather who, was in Hold-101. In time, over the course of the first year of Kalev's service many vials and pieces would be collected from many numerous locations across the galaxy. He never asked how Sauron got his hands on these samples. Kalev knew it was more than likely best not to ask. At least for some of them. Others were simple matters.

What mattered to Kalev was that this experiment, Chimera, related much to his work. His work, that is, prior to joining with Sauron. His desire to dig deep into the creation of new beings. Palpatine had once promised him the chance to conduct such trials. To try and create new lives to best suit whatever needs or uses Darth Sidious could design, and at a point in the future, bring Kalev's family back to their ancient homeworld in triumph. But, such dreams now seemed pathetically small. What was his family's honor, or legacy against the power of Sauron? There was no comparison, and even Kalev's pride ebbed and waned. The legacy, his own legacy, was tied up now in the plans of Sauron the Great. Through that power, Kalev could and would live in perpetuity.

Yet, the fact that he could conduct a variation of his grand experiment filled him with a swelling of excited pride such as he had not felt since his youthful days on Axxila. Back when he prowled the streets in poorer quarters...finding them walking about. Watching them break off from the crowds and shamble towards their homes. One would make error without realizing it, and turn down quiet, stinking dark streets or alleys. Oh, Kalev knew them all so well. The streets that is. He found great excitement then. Remembering as he rubbed his hidden, omnipresent, wrist-blade.

He would often be forced to shake his head to send the thoughts and memories from his mind. He was here and now! Now was the time of greatness. His own, and others of like realization to the wastefulness of all the galaxy. Of all the universe in fact. Chimera was of great interest to him, even as Sauron disappeared for many long weeks or months, especially in the years beyond. Going with fleets and armies into the Unknown, quite literally. To return at times, and odd intervals to see how Kalev got on with his experiments. As well as bringing even odder samples with him from wherever he had gone. All of them more than welcome by Kalev as he studied a myriad of creatures with specified functions. Almost as though designed. He would learn more of those things and their origin, in time.

Kalev received what necessary genetic material from what shape-shifting species were known, or of use. Shi'ido, and Clawdite material, as well as the unicellular Ugor species. Able to shift their bodies, even as a single-celled organism, into very intricate shapes and amalgams. Of equal importance came the material from the Gen'Dai. Not necessarily a shape-shifting species, but their form, their indestructibility, so-called, and their intricate nervous system made them a highly powerful species indeed. Resilient, powerful. Of use for Chimera's fruition.

These were not the only genetic samples Kalev received. Indeed, he knew for a fact that his store of samples rivaled, and with time, should have surpassed even Kamino's stores. Nautolan, Zabrak, Twi'lek, Shistavanen, Kaleesh, Pantoran, Houk, Verpine, Neti, Vodran, Nikto, Dug, Zeltron, Arkanian, Falleen, on and on! The prospects and the vast wealth of variation in the galaxy was near limitless.

More important than even the alien races and species that Kalev was freely give by Sauron, with no mind towards any 'cost,' were the genetic samples of a more...personal origin.

The dead ones on various worlds across the galaxy were the easier samples to get. Dead Jedi didn't resist when one took hair samples, skin samples, or even tissue. Those were plentiful, and all were curiously shipped by way of a company Kalev had never heard of before called SipTrade. He only learned of that because the materials were hidden in containers that had been traded across the hard boarders between the Republic and Confederacy after the Bestine Accords.

It was the other material that Kalev especially wondered just how they were attained. Living persons, living Jedi. Some things he could've guessed were within the Jedi Temple on Coruscant which had become abandoned. Yet, that couldn't have accounted for all the samples. Jedi of all rank and status...even members of the esteemed High Council as last Kalev knew them to be. Shaak Ti, Plo Koon, Kit Fisto, Mace Windu, even...Yoda.

As well, one day Kalev received stray hair elements that were supposedly of, and he had no reason to doubt the validity, but of origin from Obi-Wan Kenobi. Though, most important...indeed the most important piece Kalev had ever received were the abundant samples that had been smuggled out of the Republic Central Medcenter on Coruscant. Tissue, blood, all of it well preserved, of one Anakin Skywalker. In time, he would even gain hair samples of his children, Luke and Leia Skywalker.

Members of Sauron's trust would also provide genetic material. Kalev didn't ask if they came willingly or with some arm twisting. Exar Kun was the first among them, but so too did the woman who Sauron inhabited, she gave a few strands of her short swept golden hair. Others too. Beings who wielded the Force with great power of their own. Beings who trickled onto the world of Bâlmírdan over the course of weeks. All in service to Sauron, all at his beck and call. All bending knee and surrendering that which Sauron commanded, even if it was a piece of them in the literal sense.

Of course, the greatest additions to these samples were those as Kalev already had. Those bits Sauron had granted him access to. The beastly, and the prisoner of Hold-101.

Time moved forward. Kalev would and did begin Chimera with a giddiness rarely put into other works. Within that very first year of working for Sauron, Kalev Zalliste had several iterations created. Vats, cylinders that allowed for the quick and easy creation of life. Without the uselessness of nature hampering that which he sought, that which Sauron too sought. Perfection.

These first attempts were...varied in success. Some were ghastly abominations. Multi-armed beyond that of a human, certainly. Formed without use and wretched. Some were allowed to come to term. Let out of their cylinders they were no better than mindless beasts. Animals upon ragged limbs, some of use, some not. Their maws drooping, eyes twisted and in useless positions upon their ravaged bodies. Sent into wilds to hunt and be hunted. Tested to see if they could be of military use. More often than not, they simply acted as culling forces for the orcs, or hunting trophies for them in turn.

Strung tendrils that ran along their bodies quivered and motioned about. Sensory organs while they sported multiple brains, all ill formed. Some near human in appearance, and indeed the nearest useful of them all up until that point was a creature in the shape of a man, but with a terrible face. Sharp teeth capable of shredding flesh in a state of what could seem a perpetual grin, while its face jutted further forward than that of a human. His flesh reptilian and pinkish-red, whilst the hands sported needle-like nails able to pierce and tear. Eyes were circular and blank near husks. But for the murderous instinct that seemed inherent in all the mindless imitations Kalev created. A second set of arms grew out from the shoulders of what would have been a man's body. Thick and equally powerful amalgams to split one asunder.

This thing was...let loose, and the orcs that encountered it never found their trophy. Sauron found it a curious thing, while Kalev would've preferred killing it in its vat. He, however, bowed to the wishes of his Lord, of course.

Eventually, Kalev reeled himself and his ambition back. It was important to prove the theory possible. To mingle genetic code that was already compatible and create something new where there was nothing before. Thence, he made the barest, but ironically, the most sustainable of all the first generation Chimera born. From among that first generation, that success was found within the KY-Series.

…

Kalev stepped nearer a cylinder. Within it floating quite on display was the image of an as of yet, unready to be 'birthed' human fetus. Deep in the stages of growth with a myriad of instruments monitoring it...him. The amniotic fluid about, and the proper nutritional input through careful technique...it was all a delicate process to keep them alive. Iteration ten of the KY-Series. The first trues success of Project Chimera.

Within the reflection created by the glass Kalev could see himself. His green eyes almost seeming to glint as he looked into them. A mirthless smirk along his dark features. The sound of footsteps on the metal floor sounded, and from Kalev's right, to be seen within the reflection, a feminine figure appeared. Their arms were crossed, and their face betrayed no emotion, but for the fiery eyes that showed...what Kalev would like to image was curiosity.

"This is the one, my Lord." Kalev began, continuing the conversation he had been having with Sauron...or Valdaran. It didn't matter to him anymore what they called themselves. He called them both, and never was corrected or otherwise made to stop.

"Hmm." They began. Their voice as that of the woman who was born with the body, but carrying the familiar controlled and aged cadence of Sauron within. At the time of this meeting the woman had begun wearing a blackened shirt with golden yellow seams upon several ascending layers that jutted out along her arms and shoulders. Dark purple robes lay along the feminine torso and her breasts, while her shoulders were, below the jutting flaps, bare. However, purple gloves lay along both hands and rose up over her elbows. While she wore baggy blackened pants that were, for one reason or another, known as 'harem pants.' Ending within simple, but form-fitting black boots upon both feet. Kalev had also come to know the shirt, bold and brooding as it was, was at one point in time called a 'hallowed Gothic armor.' To whomever it was made for, and whatever movement that retained some religious significance, he didn't know nor care. The woman, as he also came to know her more openly as Vica, seemed to take with her attire. Sauron indulged her as well.

"Tell me, Doctor, what is the success probability?"

"With certainty, 100 percent, my Lord. Baring any unforeseen circumstances. The vat falling over, an explosion, acts of nature if you would."

"I see." Sauron nodded the woman's head. They circled in at Kalev's right and he stepped to his left. Moving to give them room to come before the vat. Fiery eyes fixed upon the growing being within. The blackened slits narrowed sharply as thoughts passed without being shared with Kalev.

"This one is purely human?"

"Yes." Kalev nodded. "Fully human and made from a mixture of the genetic samples provided. Several deviations had to be made of course. But, the sampling conducted thus far show a powerful midi-chlorian count! Once born this one will be quite powerful in the Force naturally. Training, of course, is not something I can speak to."

"In that I am most intrigued." Sauron allowed for the thinnest of smiles to grace the woman's lips. From Kalev's experience that was a good sign. Rarely did Sauron smile without there being good reason. Little else but progress and things working as ordered did that.

"However," Sauron began again. "For the purposes of Chimera this one is...unsuitable. Of use, but certainly not what I require."

"Should I terminate, my Lord?" Kalev asked unquestioningly and without reservation. Even if the unborn creature was bound to be powerful with the Force he would not deny his Lord his will. If one of countless more of his experiments should be denied life then so be it. Sauron, however, shook the woman's head slowly.

"No, Doctor. Not at all." The womanly face turned to Kalev. "I've thought of another use for them."

Showing a rapturous smile and a glint in his green eyes, Kalev reclined slightly. His shoulders easing as the excitement of what was to come...not matter what it may be, filled him whole. Chimera would continue, and in time the Doctor would find success greater than that of the first.

From the first generation KY-Series an assortment of men and women would come. The first success among them held to be the greatest, but all would come to serve Sauron.

…

With the return of Exar Kun and others from the past, Sith of varied eras and powers, Sauron took into his service many who would call themselves of that Order. Some would be less interested in rebuilding it and creating something to match the Jedi Order as it continued and indeed thrived throughout the galaxy after a time. Some, would be solely interested in reforming their old orders and making them anew. At the last, there were those who imagined creating a new Sith Order entirely. Something to meet the times. To undo that which had ultimately failed under Sidious. Little did Sauron care to share his role in that failure, and even if he had it would have made no difference.

Eventually, Sauron would allow the Sith among his growing circles to conduct themselves within certain bounds. It was his will that the Sith and its Order come to be in service to him. Just as, with time, so too would the Jedi. Two oppositional Knightly orders made and remade in his image towards a more orderly galactic society. These plans, however, were far off.

As the Republic rebounded from the fall of Palpatine and the end of the Clone Wars so too did their institutions. The Security Bureau would not return, but Republic Intelligence would. Quite the power and agency. Further, as the Sith asserted themselves, and aspects of Sauron's vision began to sweep through the Confederacy as an unknown plague, the Confederate hierarchy sought to stamp down upon all manner of rebellion or uprising even of the most bare and peaceful manner. No tolerance was given towards them, and it was just as Sauron had imagined it would, and should be.

When the Herald came into the Confederacy there was the beginnings of the great realignment. Of turning the Confederacy from what it was into something better, and greater. Alone, the Herald was seen as weak and frail. He who came before and led all towards the One. In time, however, there would come others. Men and women drabbed in black cloaks and armor. Assorted and varied so according to their personalities. They were hardly ones to talk, but they protected the Herald, and as the Confederacy changed, they became an institution working towards its protection and policing.

The Confederacy would so change. The people would be freed from shackles of the base greedy oligarchs. The old systems would collapse for they were wasteful. There would need be those who acted as liaisons between the will of the One, of Sauron, and the people. The Knightly Orders of the Jedi and the Sith would not yet be able to play their parts in those days, and there needed be something new. Something different. A third Order that dealt in the needs and will of their One true Lord. To be trained not as Jedi, nor as Sith. To bear lightsabers or weapons of their own choosing, but all of them would carry and learn to wield a ceremonial, but all too deadly lightsaber. Fashioned in the image of those who helped train them, the Nazgûl. Swords, lightsabers with crossed hilts.

In Black Speech there was a word for Messenger. It was rêndas. It could mean messenger, courier, or runner depending on the manner in which the speaker used it. However, for Sauron's purposes he would call these knights, the Rêndas. His Messengers, agents of his will, and of what was to come when the Confederacy changed.

In later times they became known as: The Knights of Ren.

The first among them, the greatest of their number, KY-10.

Or, as he became known more adequately, Kylo of the Ren.

Kylo Ren.

These, the Ren, the Messengers, the men and women clad in black – these were the onyx-dark clad Knights who would serve in his honor and under the wing of the Nine come before them. Not Jedi, and not Sith. No loyalty to either side of the spectrum, but with great innate power, and an obvious disposition towards the Dark Side and its corruption. Trained in the art of the sword by the Nazgûl, supplemented by the Sith teachers, and even General Grievous himself. They would, once unleashed, be of great use to the Dark Lord.

The Messengers – The Knights of Ren

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I and Lord Kun especially hope those reading enjoy this...reinterpretation of an idea UTTERLY WASTED by disney's canon. BUT, you are all free to share your thoughts and ideas by way of review! :D

Also, in keeping with this story's Silmarillion-lite aspects, this chapter is a general chapter. It takes place in different time periods, but the information is what's important for later times. It is important, but the exact timing and exact place is not so but for the general idea.

We shall return to a more narrative chapter soon! For now, we must progress where the darkness lay. As usual, thank you all for those who have reviewed! Please continue to do so and share your thoughts and ideas. It helps push Lord Kun...the author, lol, to write. Also as usual, either ignore or point out any/all grammatical errors, and I will tend to them ASAP.

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Edit Note: Edited/Updated 01/014/2024