A long long time ago in a galaxy far far away, years before the stories of the Jedi, before the Sith, before the line drawn in the sand of dark and light orders, there was an empire. This empire, its ever expanding planet conquesting, produced the precursors of the force's widespread acknowledgement with their enslaving and taking planets for their own. This empire was known as the Infinite Empire, ran by the most ruthless race to ever grace the systems, The Rakata. This species of hyper intelligent, cannibalistic, greedy, dark side embroiled race held hearts of stone, minds of steel and an unquenchable thirst for power and greed that spanned from the Lehon to the Unknown region. This hyper intelligent reptilian race made it their directive to conquer and seeked means of making it easier through ways of the force. The Rakatan had the ability to induce fear and hate within the force sensitives to better locate those whom they could use as tools and bend to their will.
Each planet they conquered they took children, forcing them into a brood; a pack of other children to grow, train and become more adept with their powers all for the purpose of making a Force sensitive that was loyal to the Infinite and their conquest. Forcefully stripping children from their homes, forcing them into these make shift packs, branding them with their new names with tattoos that littered their face and body all for the purpose of identifying a dead body and syphoned of their connection to the force for the sole purpose to power the engines of the ships to conquer more planets and repeat the cycle . These children would be molded and groomed into tools, loyal to those they served and as cold as their master's blood, their attunement to the force tainted by the Dark, drawing them in with hate, fear, passion and blind following of evil.
These children, once grown became the most feared weapon in the Rakatan arsenal. They were capable of heading a planet's taking, tasked with hunting all force sensitive on said planet and did so without mercy as their master's words were law. These duties were their only purpose, never to stray from their master's side lest told otherwise, ruthless hunters of the regions. These were the Force Hounds, the apex of force organized power at their time.
What I am about to tell you is a legend, the legend of a Hound Out of Time. It is an exciting story, one not for the faint of heart of course. Be warned as stories always hold emotions and emotions sway the force, keep your heart and mind steeled as I spin this tale.
It all started in 27,000 BBY with a slave branded with the name Senth whom lay curled in a ball just outside the huddled mass of his brood, tears dripping down his face as he looked through the darkness of the night with blurry eyes.