Battle Droids: The Future Of Warfare

[Mr. J.P. Huntington]

J.P. walked through the forest near the site of his factory on Kashyyyk - the Furry Seven arranged all around him. His mind was swirling with possibilities on the new design of the Scyther-Class Battle Droid that had been proposed to him by the engineers at KSLH Corp. It wasn't the cost of producing the droid that bothered him but the use of it in the battlefield. The proposal was heavily detailed and some of the functions and weapons the droid would eventually possess could be construed as a deadly machine of war. Once the droid hit the market - his bank account would inflate notably.

Spending some time taking in the scenery of the forest his mind became clear. The droid production would go forth and the concerns of the enemies that would face them was their problem - not his. He was - after all - a businessman. Whatever manner these governments used his creations for would not be rested upon his shoulders. His conscience would remain clear always.

However, he decided that he needed two things. The first thing he needed was advice from a fellow businessman - and the other he needed was a conversation with someone who didn't suck up to him because they were on his payroll. He didn't have many friends - outside the Furry Seven - that he could kick back and shoot the poodoo with. Actually - he only had one friend. Tion Dr'iol. The Munn owned several companies and despite one of his companies was in competition with his - they had a mutual understanding with one another.

It was Tion Dr'iol that aided him in signing his first contract. It was Tion Dr'iol that had purchased some of his droid classes in the past. So it only made sense that he would seek out Tion Dr'iol for advice and for an educated conversation.


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[Via Dolorosa]

Tion was surprised to hear from his friend. It had been a couple of months since the two sat down for dinner and talked shop. Tion had heard through the circle of businessmen how Mr. Huntington's company was faring. It wasn't quite a household name yet, but he had seen some of Mr. Huntington's products being put to use. Mainly the droids. He had purchased some droids from his friend's company and planned to do more inter-company business with him. Perhaps this would be a chance to bring that up.

"Mizz Wirlon, please notify Mr. Huntington that I have accepted his invitation."

Tion had never, ever been to the planet of Kashyyyk before. He, like most in the galaxy, have heard the legendary stories surrounding the planet and it's inhabits. By his own nature, he was not a curious Munn. But the prospect of seeing such a famed world held quite an appeal to him.

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[Mr. J.P. Huntington]

Walking through his factory in the wee hours of day - J.P. was doing a random safety inspection if the facilities. KSLH had a few droids working the production lines - where the threat of sentient life was to great a risk - but the majority of his employees were Wookies. From the time he opened the doors to his company and began hiring his work force - he envisioned that the Wookies would make up the blunt of his employees. Over several months - a few other sentient species had joined his company family. The engineers and technicians he used where mostly human with a speck of alien species mixed in. A few - and it was a few - Wookies worked in the engineering department.

"Have that machine stripped down and any parts needing to be replaced, have replaced," he said to the Wookie that was in charge of the Maintenance Department.

When he first under went the surgery after that tragic day - where parts of him were turned droid - that left him a cyborg he had suffered with the transformation. Now he embraced it and saw it not as a curse but a gift. Rarely did he employ upgrades or additions to his droid self - unless it served a purpose. One such addition was the TranLang III Communication Module which allowed him to communicate with almost everything that had a means to communicate. Which came in handy more often than not considering how many Wookies he dealt with.

 

[Mr. J.P. Huntington]

Having completed his inspection of the factory - which he found to be more than suitable and satisfactory - he headed to the factory's cafeteria section for a late lunch. While he ate he went through the inspection logs double checking to ensure he didn't miss anything or see if he was simply nick-picking departments. His policy was always 'better to be over-prepared than under-prepared' to keep the flow of productivity - and the incoming flow of credits - always moving. No factory survived in the galaxy by living in complacency and he despised that word.

Finishing up his meal he headed to his office where he sat down and looked through the specs on the battle droid once again. There were no glaring holes or weaknesses that he could foresee. He sat back - closing his eyes in the process - and meditated. He found meditated had given him a sense of serenity in a galaxy where death and destruction seemed to be ever present. Also - he noticed that in the past few weeks he was developing a nasty habit of becoming easily frustrated. Frustration had no purpose in his life - so he took to meditating when he could.

"Mr. Huntington," the voice of his secretary said breaking the meditation spell which he was under, "Sorry to disturb you sir. But your invitation to Mr. Dr'iol has been accepted. And you have a visitor. They do not have an appointment but they say they wish to speak to you. Should I allow them to be entertained by you or ask them to make an appointment for another day?" J.P. rubbed the bridge of his nose as she sat forward opening his eyes. The news of the accepted invitation was good - but the unexpected guest was something he was finding to be annoying. He was - afterall - a busy man.

"No. It's fine. Send them in straightaway."