Here in Hell (open)

[Olom Grihk]

Dromund Kaas--Mid Evening.

The cold, conniving Columi made a small innocuous silhouette as he moved through the abandoned building. If he was right, the lower-level vaults of the technology complex would still be sealed. Provided the Mandalorian barbarians didn't level the whole complex. He was not fond of the Mandalorians. It was their constant thirst for war that required his intervention, and their unbecoming savagery was one of the many problems surrounding Kaine's fall--admittedly, Kaine's own shortcomings and savagery were far worse, in the twisted mind of the Columi. Two humanoid-shaped salvage droids followed him, driving small a small hover-cart, that could carry a few hundred pounds of materials out to a shuttle parked nearby. He hoped he could weasel in well enough. He didn't need the difficulties involved in attracting attention.

He continued moving through what was left of this old ministry building, it obviously been bombed to hell. Lovely. Well, the basement was where the important servers were--provided no one from Intelligence ever leaked the information, that secret passage should still be there. He focused his will through the force, the annoyance and tedium of this work, the irritation of Mandalorian destruction and savage stupidity that had force him t sink to this. He focused the rage, letting it sink to the bottom of his blackened little heart, and focused, as piece after piece of debris began lifting it self from a small stairwell, slowly letting him clear a path.

 

[Olom Grihk]

Olom focused his anger as it let him decimate the rubble telekinetically. Not a brave battle, but an enjoyable dissection. He liked dissecting problems--that's why he was often in the labs instead of on the battlefields when the empire still thrived. He continued his focused efforts and continue down the stairs, followed by the simple droids and the hover-trolley. He smiled as he found the secret passage, unopened and unmanned. Nothing, no one was here.

He smiled, his teeth a little sharper than most Columi as he slowly began to telekinetically hit multiple sensors at once. He knew which conduits had to move where, a rare and useful bit of knowledge that made it nearly impossible to accidentally stumble upon this particular vault. Still, he was worried about being followed, and knew it would take a good ten minutes to close after it opened. After all, long-opening times were the only way to march multiple droids through.

He continue along through the small, hidden walkway onto a large catwalk, looking at the now abandoned facility below him. Bay 37. The Black Budget droid facility approved for special Imperial research. He sighed as he looked around too see what was still salvageable. He'd grin and smile as he did it. After all, there was much data and technology to be found here. With any luck, he could find some old data to toy with....

 

[Olom Grihk]

Olom grinned as he lurked around walking over to each terminal, glaring and swearing slightly at the rather shoddy shape they were in. He removed a spare power cell from the hover-trolley. He nodded and reconfigured, booting up a small emergency generator and letting it start to spin, some of the less battered lighting and ventilation systems activating, and then, last but most important, the data terminals. He smiled. There were so many projects to choose from, but the most important, the most dire, was his little secret work.

Project Terrapin. Arguably the most unusual project available, and most of the research and blueprints had come his own expenditures, primarily living expenses. He lived in an apartment far cheaper than he should, and divert the rest of lodging allowance towards a dubiously named "procurement fund." Most Sith did similar shady accounting, but it was usually spent on weapons to take over a planet, not collecting and stealing resources to commission a top-secret design in a top secret lab. Still, it was his data, and it was here. Thank the Force, the cruel two-faced mistress she was, it was here!

He grinned the kind of toothy, malicious grin that made most people think his species were evil. Well, that, and the fact that most humanoids thought they looked like atrophied babies with encephalitic skulls. His lobes pulsed slightly with joy as he inserted connect a cable to a data storage device. All of project Terrapin's work, the work on an amphibious version of the Prefabricated base. It was all here, including strategic information on the relays, the systems, and even the preferable weaponry. Hell, yes. It was time for some fun work. Some fun, evil work.

 

[Olom Grihk]

Olom nodded as he finished the download. Feth, he'd need a fortune to pull this off. Even with the credits in here, and the various blueprints, he was no where near ready to finish this particular mess. He'd have to get more money, more power, but where? Where could he find the resources to build this new fortress? Then again, maybe he could salvage more parts on Dagobah. But that was unlikely to deliver the yield he needed. He sighed. Were other Sith right? was focusing on material arsenals a fool's errand? Every day, he struggled. A weak Sith. A lowly Sith. A knight. But yet, ignoring such simple designations as lowly or weak, the masterless Grihk had learned much. Dagobah was a strong planet. Strong in the force.

And Olom, despite his supposed weakness, was a man of strength as well. Strong intellect. Cunning. He had fought lesser ceratures often, and remained victorious not through might, but through knowledge. That was Olom's mastery. The mind. His mind. Even by Columi standards, he was brilliant, albeit a little unstable. But, he didn't fear it. Not like the petty Columi of his homeworld with the same name. No, he was no petty coward to hide form the galaxy's strife. He embraced the tumultuous chaos of the galaxy, his youthful, sadistic mind finding the struggles entertaining.

But, regardless, he had to work into a new plan. He could scuttle some of the power generators here, but that and the blueprints was it. No special materials, no magnificent treasures, no buried holocrons. Nope. Just, well, the blueprints. Now to get on to the hard part....