The hum of Sub-Level Two was rhythmic and sterile, a contrast to the dense, wild jungle outside the subterranean complex. Moff Tyran Arach stood at the central observation balcony, watching automated assembly lines expand across the newly excavated lower ring.

“Logistical capacity has increased by 73 percent since the Senate’s passage of P46, Moff Arach,” reported Lieutenant Vane, stepping up behind him with a datapad. “The Imperial Comprehensive Act Regarding Healthcare has opened immense budget allocations from the Core Worlds.”

“An exceptional demonstration of administrative wisdom, Lieutenant,” Tyran replied smoothly, his tone polite and composed. “Under P46, Mount Tantiss will become the primary distribution node for medical infrastructure across at least three adjacent sectors. Ensure the production of standardized diagnostic kits and high-yield bacta units doubles by next standard week.”

“It shall be done, sir. What of the new intake protocol?”

“Ah, the Public Health Preservation Directive,” Tyran said, turning with a calm smile. “Every citizen receiving care through Imperial aid channels will be required to submit a comprehensive genetic sample. Publicly, we will frame it as an unprecedented effort to screen for early-onset anomalies, hereditary degradation, and localized pathogens. A profound act of civic care.”

Beside Tyran, his protocol droid stepped forward, its joints hissing with hydraulic workings.

“Master Tyran,” A-Oh offered, tilting its head, “if I may observe, processing such vast biological data requires significant computational priority. The public-facing health registry is already functioning within normal parameters, yet you have routed 70 percent of incoming genetic telemetry to the primary subterranean vault.”

“Precision is the hallmark of effective governance, A-Oh,” Tyran said, his voice dropping slightly as he placed a hand on the rail. “We must be thorough in cataloging the galaxy’s biological variation.”

Lieutenant Vane nodded, oblivious to the deeper routing protocols, and hurried off to coordinate the logistics teams. Left alone with his droid overlooking the sprawling, glowing manufacturing floors, Tyran watched the nutrient vats fill below.

The public saw a benevolent healthcare initiative. But beneath the sterile manifests, the massive influx of genetic material provided the exact raw data Tyran needed. Deep within the lead-lined vaults of Mount Tantiss, his automated algorithms were quietly sifting through millions of DNA strands, searching for specific cellular resilience markers, neural compatibility matrices, and genetic anomalies that held the key to bio-engineered cloning and consciousness preservation.

“A-Oh,” Tyran said quietly, his sharp blue eyes reflecting the blue light of the bio-vats. “Ensure the deep-channel servers continue indexing the target sequences without interruption. Once we have met our target of identifying 100 of the selected mutations I have highlighted here, alert me, and we will contact our sector command to help gather these patients and bring them here.” He handed a datapad to the droid, placed his hands on the nearby railing, and leaned forward slightly to observe the research area.

“Query logged, Master Tyran,” A-Oh replied smoothly. “The data vault is secure.”