{First Order} Broken Bones & Megaphones

[knight_of_fire98]

Location: Unidentified Research Center​

Music: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_hyAOYMUVDs​

Post: 1/30​

In the depths of the research center stood a small old man. His skin was thin with age, betraying the strongly flowing purple veins that once hid safely beneath, invisible to the world. His hair, -or more accurately, what was left of it- was a frizzy mop that had recently crossed the thin line between a respectable grey and an aged white. His small, round brimmed glasses hung precariously on the tip of his beak-like nose and were secured tightly to the lapels of his laminate white lab coat by way of a deceptively fragile looking chain. A recent addition made by a man who no longer had the patience or care to bend over whenever the trusty frames fell off.

He had once battled with the decision to add the chain or attempt some other method of keeping his glasses secured, but despite his genius, and self awareness of it's existence. He had come to the conclusion that not all designs needed replacements.

The room he inhabited was a strange mix between a laboratory and gentleman's study. It was a richly decorated expanse of dark polished woods and bookcases lined with his favorite reading materials. Its two stories separated by way of two inverted black durasteel spiral staircases of Gothic design. Across the first floor lay six sparkling workbenches, each containing a segment of the exosuit dissected to its most skeletal level, from which the professor would adjust and rebuild after every trial. He did not consider each mistake a setback, but rather as an example of what went well, what did not, and how to make sure it never, ever happened again.

"Professor? The next subject is briefed and ready to begin." Said a young woman with wheatish skin who bared a feint, yet clear resemblance to the aged doctor before her as his distant, sorrow ridden expression faded away into a rare smile. It took a moment, but his wrinkles slowly caught up to the change as his facial warmed up like the gears of a too often unused machine.

"Thank you Sarah. Have him sent inside." Said the Professor as he turned away from her, and listened to her footsteps fade away before eventually vanishing into silence. His face faded back to its usual state of misery as he approached his finely polished desk, glancing momentarily at the silver framed photo upon it before he gently removed the record that was playing as the shutters of his two story window wall slowly opened to reveal an obstacle course and a skinheaded young man wearing a skeletal, unarmored version of the prototype Phase IX Darktrooper armor's exosuit component. As the man took a few cautionary steps, auto turrets tracking his every movement from far beyond his reach. The professor placed down another record as a new song began to play out so that both he and the test subject could hear it through the interconnected speakers, before the good professor steadily ascended the staircase in the furthermost left with a pencil and notepad in hand. One at the intercom. He held down the button with the flat of his thumb and spoke slowly and clearly to ensure the subject understood him. "Good morning 2471. I am Professor Aldherb Isaabire. Before we begin I shall remind you once of the importance in following my exact instructions if you wish to end this session with your body intact."

[member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"]

 

[Jaster Awaud]

[member="CT-47B"]

The sound of an Exoskeleton motors began to engage, yet it wasn't from the on in the center of the room. It came from the darkness. Then a large monstrosity of a thing appeared from the area just out of view of the second story window. The Auto Turrets did not move to target the man as he continued to enter the light area where the skinhead man stood. His dark silver armor of the machine that entered the testing area was only colored in flat black and bright red trim and a sash of red with a pin of the First Order hanging from it. This was Governor Jaster Awaud, the newly appointed Governor of Conglomerate Prime, as well as being the Viceroy of the United Trade Conglomerate.

Jaster walked out from the shadows creeping around Test Subject 2471, It was a clone he had made from a previous soldier that was killed in the line of duty several days ago. A nearly perfect match in all aspects of the word, and this creations only purpose in life was to obey orders and live.... or die. It was truly impressing what he had created with this clone and the 100 others he brought to this outpost.

The voice of a droid pieced the silents after the professor spoke, but there was a faint human voice in there as well. "I would not worry about the test subject speaking professor, these clones developed without the capability to speak, makes them more compliant so restrict your questions to Yes or No so the subject can answer them properly." The governor did not even look back at the doctor as he was to interested in seeing how the clone would settle with the experiment.

 

[knight_of_fire98]

The Professor watched from behind his tired frames as the machine entered the testing center, and listened as it spoke before replying in turn "Ah, of course Governor. And please, allow me to offer you my personal thanks for informing us, and for the generous donation of test subjects to the project." Isaabire stopped transmitting his voice through the intercom for a moment and leaned left past the transmitter. He peered out through the one way window, staring at the clones face to see if it did indeed possess a missing mouth.

"To begin with, we shall be performing a simple locomotive exercise. The subject will walk in time with the the 4:4 beat of the song in laps around the field. I shall count them in until they are accustomed to its rhythm. Would you step clear of its path Governor?"
[member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"]

 

[Progflaw99]

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Location: Undisclosed Research Facility​

In Vicinity: [member="Rexus Wenck"] | [member="CT-47B"] | [member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"]​

Status: Observing 'Project Bastion', Observation Room​

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It had taken several hours to reach the facility, its location entirely unknown to the Major. In fact, he'd only just been selected as an observer. His XO had things in hand thankfully, a short message informing him of his temporary reassignment to 'Project Bastion'. He knew little of the project, in fact to memory he'd only heard rumors of a project called Bastion but he had thought that was what the Ren were calling their new fortress. It hadn't mattered much in truth, the location they'd traveled to was far off the radar of anywhere Rolf might have guessed. The whole thing was quite secretive, he wasn't even told anything other than that he was here to observe a research project with a few others as consultants.

Now they watched, silently from their small elevated box. Looking through what he assumed to be transparisteel, he noted a test subject had entered the room. Through a pair of low quality speakers mounted atop the ceiling in the small observation chamber he could hear the instructions being given. He had yet to fully grasp what the test was about, or why he was involved but his curiosity was piqued. The suit the subject was wearing was new, Rolf hadn't seen anything quite like it, at least not as far as in the general forces of the First Order. Perhaps that was part of his reason for being here, consulting on a new prototype. For now he remained silent, his fingers silently tapping the armrest of the chair he was seated in.

The small observation room was similar to a surgery observation chamber, the seats arranged much like a stadium, tiered and tightly pressed together. A glance around the chamber reminded him at just how few people were around. Whatever this project was, it must be something big.

 

[Stardust Solus Skirae]

The queen...or well govener of Imhalyan as the first order called her, had decided to see this project, she had been given little info and for good reason, her planet was just recently added to the first order cloud, where she remained queen of the planet

She moved into the viewing area as she inhaled and exhaled looking at the test subject, her wore a red patch on her to show she was one of them, her eyes looked over to the professor

Quote interesting professor, a exoskeleton suit on a person" she said a s she rubbed her chin as she cleared the area and stepped back as she watched now

[member="CT-47B"] [member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"] [member="Rolf Amsel"]

 

[Jaster Awaud]

Location: Unknown
Allies: [member="Stardust Raxis"] [member="Rolf Amsel"] [member="CT-47B"]
Objective: Provide Clone Test Subjects​

It would seem that there were two more observers in the area as Jaster slowly stepped back from the clone in the power suite. He then nodded to the clone as he started to get into posistion. The clone was vault with nearly pale white skin with an average build. He was a perfectly fit inside the exoskeleton, and he moved with perfect range of motions. If you looked close anough you would notice that the man didn't have an Adam's apple, the clones were bred without a voice box or the skills to speak, but they had a mouth. Creating soldiers always required a mouth as it was the fastest way to gain oxygen. Clone without mouth often fainted when worked too much, removing the voice box was a somewhat more difficult fast, but easier in the long run.

Jaster stepped back and the clone stepped onto a treadmill like object. It would test the stamina of the subject as well as the Exosuite. Jaster made a sigh with his fingers and the clone nodded before starting a jog, the clone then melted into a blank stare looking directly ahead, "The clone will continue to run until told otherwise, or it drops dead of exhaustion, Professor."

 

[knight_of_fire98]

As the observers filed into the room and found themselves offered some of the 'good' bourbon, the Professor found himself distracted. Leaving him unaware of the situation as the Governor ordered the clone to run. A moment later, the Professor turned back, and in a moment of unexpected surprise. Lifted an eyebrow. "I do believe the Governor has turned this into a demonstration of why we required more test subjects. Observe."

He would watch, his gaze firmly concentrated upon the clone, running freely as the exoskeleton predicts his movements, its complex mass of machinery allowing him to step further and faster than he'd ever ran before as he built up speed. "You see how the suit moves with him? It adapts to the user, allowing them to operate efficiently and without changing from their usual style of walking."

Isaabire takes a swig from the crystal glass. "At least it should. At this moment in time the suit moves with the user, but it is no droid, and possesses no artificial intelligence. It predicts the users next step based on their previous one, but once a pattern is recognized, it repeats and intensifies to allow increases in speed. Getting this to stop has been the next clear focus. We have developed 'safety mode', which reduces this behavior to within a safe and limited range of motion, but makes the machine sluggish to operate. Which is our next clear hurdle."

Slowly, the exoskeleton and the man within it begin to move strangely, its gait going too far and its arms forcing the mans own to spin dramatically in circles until he loses balance, and the arms pendulum around, dislocating the mans arms simultaneously before the two suit controlled limbs collide, the sheer force bending the unarmored suit in on itself and shattering his forearms. As he hit the ground the clone would have been screaming, but luckily the governor had removed his ability to do so. As the simple creature writhed in pain, so did the suit as it tore the man inside apart and crumpled in on itself. "It should be clear, that when the Governor ordered it to run. Safety mode was not engaged. Despite the theatrics, this is a relatively minor issue, and we are operating well on schedule."

[member="Rolf Amsel"][member="Stardust Raxis"][member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"]

 

[Rexus Wenck]

Rexus and the rest of his unit had been deployed to the system in order to secure the laboratory. Many of the Gundark Gunners were disgruntled at the secrecy of their mission. The unit had been redeployed from a brief respite on Avalonia where they'd enjoyed the company of fine society and simultaneously the women working the oldest profession. Now they were glumly trapped under lockdown protecting a project that most had no idea was about. For all they knew they were working on Gungan aphrodisiacs, or some new field toothpaste.

However that didn't phase Rexus out as much as his compatriots, in fact, considering recent events, some light guard duty would be some nice work. Plus, maybe he could figure out what the project was by patrolling the lower floors. Rexus moved through corridor after corridor, sweeping each room of bugs, and listening devices. When he entered the large observation room, he heard the distinct chatter of brainiacs going over what ever they were making. That's when he saw it, that glorious looking suit, watching it walk around. "Holy kark..." he muttered, walking towards it and wanting to take a closer look.

[member="CT-47B"] [member="Stardust Raxis"] [member="Rolf Amsel"]

 

[Jaster Awaud]

[member="Rexus Wenck"] [member="CT-47B"] [member="Stardust Raxis"] [member="Rolf Amsel"]

Jaster only watched silently as his glowing red eyes broke through the silent drumming of the exosuite. It was when the suite became haywire and started to kill the user that there was a loud grunt for a split second. The monster of a man then slowly walked from the shadows he hid in. Stood over the construct frame that was killing his creation. Staring down at the clone as his eyes looked to Jaster and all it saw was the glowing red eyes of a robotic demon. Jaster thought to himself as he watching his creation die, 'I brought you into this world,' Jaster then lifted his robotic armored foot over the clones head and in one fell swoop brought his quarter ton foot onto his head, 'I take responsibility to take you out of it.'

He then looked over to Rexus who was now in the room with him to speak only a sentence, "Bring in TS 2472, along with the next prototype of the Exosuite." He then walked back to another corner of the room looking over the shoulder of s scientist who was recoding the data before the malfunction and they whispered about possible improvements.

 

[knight_of_fire98]

When the next clone entered, the Professor watched from beneath his polished frames. The mans skin was pale, having rarely been exposed to natural sunlight, if ever. Isaabire was not sure whether he preferred using clones to prisoners. The clones were but blank slates of people, like children -new to the world- and completely unaware of its pitfalls and unending cruelty, they were innocent of it all. The prisoners however. In the Professor's mind at least, each deserved what they had got. Each had been a killer, murderer, rapist, reaver or rebels, each one having earned whatever fate they found themselves dealt. They had all taken from the common folk in some way, and though he had no way of knowing who had done what. There was always a chance that one of them had taken from him.

The Professor sat down, seeming more tired than he had before as he eased his glasses from his head and massaged his wrinkled temples and spoke. "Would one of you care to allocate this one new tasks? As long as you state 'activate safety mode' over the intercom before you begin, the entirety of the course can provide us useful data."

 

[Jaster Awaud]

[member="CT-47B"] [member="Rolf Amsel"] [member="Stardust Raxis"] [member="Rexus Wenck"]

Jaster turned from the counsel before him with the scientist typing away on the keys. They were just inputting new programming for the Armors Protocol. Making the suite less guess and more make split second statistics and choose the best probability. It wasn't what he would do, but this wasn't his program, he was just a supplier and observer, he would state his opinion if asked. He had created the current power armor he was using for his containment armor he was currently wearing.

When the programmer was finished with the updates, Jaster turned to the Professor, located in the second story window with the other observers. Interesting to see other people in the room above him, but they were nothing more then dark blobs from his angle. "We are ready Professor, TS 2472 is ready for testing as well as the next prototype suite."

He created clones for two reasons, one for tests like these, and to make clone soldiers to protect the homeworld of Conglomerate Prime. They knew nothing else, and it didn't bother him anymore as he had been doin this for years.