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Droids were not Sylvanan's speciality. He could not handle the cold calculations required to build an automaton. Living tissue was another ball game. He could see how that was effected, what it might do. Droids were unpredictable, and that made him uncomfortable. They were also needed desperately for Crynic and its associates, so Sylvanan had asked of [member="Cylus Jest"].
The man happened to be one of those associates, and an underling of his friend and ally, Tmoxin. She was busy finding him midichlorians, but that was another matter all together. Right now, here on Lok, they had another task.
A horde of worker droids was busy fitting the assembly lines in place. Half-opened crates and parts were strewn across the floor. Organic workers busied themselves with mindless, repetitive tasks as the Arkanian walked by.
He made his way toward his office, a well furnished part of the building that would go to Cylus once it was finished. The man would be the brains behind Crynic's droid department, and a close ally in the future.
Sylvanan waited just behind the wooden desk he had bought strictly for this purpose, and cracked a small smile. He would finally meet this supposed prodigy in person.