Commodore Helix
Technological Terror


Objective: Currently unknown
Equipment: E-4H Phosphor Pistol, Horror Matrix
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OPEN
Helix arrived late, snapping into orbit aboard a sleek stealth corvette. Once landed, he quickly made the decision to dampen his olfactory sensors. The hordes of unwashed, miserable dregs were as much of a nosesore as an eyesore.
The nano-entity had made little secret of his utter lack of compassion for the masses in the past. He saw no moral issue with slavery (or any other crime) but as ever, politely kept his opinions to himself. Still, it galled him that so much perfectly serviceable meat was here, walking around and sucking up valuable resources, instead of being repurposed to more useful ends. He could only assume that this pageantry served some political purpose above his station. Malum seldom did anything for no reason.
He arrived some minutes behind the infamous Nefaron, whom he favored with a slight inclination of his head. They'd met only transiently in the past, but Helix knew well that the disfigured Sith must share his views on this shameful waste of resources. What power Malum held over the creature, he couldn't guess. Nefaron was normally all but a rogue element, answering to nobody but himself. Then again, the same could be said for Strosius, who was also present.
Interesting. The two famously did not get along, and to see them here in vaguely-civil circumstances was jarring. A tiny part of his compound-consciousness made a note of this. Helix had worked carefully to stay off the hitlist of each without offending the other. Strosius was a longtime friend, one he would far prefer to keep on his side, and Nefaron was as close to a political ally as he would ever get within the Order. Open advocates for slavery were few and far between, given the Emperor's policies. Few had the gall to flout such rules. He was one of them.
Helix had no real need for slave labor as such, but from time to time would nonetheless scoop up isolated individuals for his experiments. Being worked to death was a far kinder fate than an extended stay in his larder-dungeons, but the Order only seemed to care (so far) if the meat was used for labor, rather than testing. A puzzling and frankly pointless distinction, but one he'd not bothered openly arguing for some time.
Perhaps the whole thing was merely a screen for something else. It was wise, when dealing with Sith, to never take anything they said or did at face value. Malum must have some reason for this charade, and he meant to find out what it was.
