Impulsivity is the Spice of Life

[Davin Jusik]

Aldous almost couldn't believe what he was about to do. He'd taken a job on his least favorite planet to build armaments for someone who had a fair chance that they would try to murder him. Why? As to the reasons for taking the job in the first place the pay was at a well above market rate, and was very short.
Aldous had also never worked for a Sith before and was more than a little curious as to how such a scenario would play out, especially since he'd been mistaken for a Jedi on more than one occasion. It'd nearly cost him his life on Korriban. Darksiders sensed his presence and because of his aura loved to jump on the assumption that he was a member of that oh so cult like group of force users. Explaining it away way always his favorite part.

Which was what the Sith were as well, in all fairness.

These were Aldous's thoughts as he strolled along one of the fancier areas of Coruscant toward the address the contracted had sent him via holo mail. A small grin made it's way across his face when he took note of a few snoddy citizens. In his work clothes he looked wholly out of place in an area where most were dressed in the height of Coruscantian fashion. He wore his saber along his tool belt and a backpack that carried the things he wasn't wearing. His helmet, thicker leather, gloves, and pliers among others. The building designated by the address was smaller than he'd imagined, tucked away in a small corner and wedged between two other structures.

An odd place to build death machines.

Aldous merely shrugged off the thought and activated the intercom that sat adjacent to the heavy doors guarding the enterance to the windowless dwarf of a building.

"Hufmann here." Aldous said neutrally.

There was a ping of excitement as Aldous wondered whether he was going to be attacked or not.

[member="Darth Praelior"]

 

[Aldous Hofmann]

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[Balaya Praelior Zambrano]

[member="Aldous Hofmann"]

The building was wedged in but it served a purpose as Balaya signaled with her hand for the Blackblades to open the door. The Sith Warlord stood in the tall open area below the entry way. The ramp heading down into the basement forge perfect for her purpose here. That was building armor for her battlelords, her new battlelords as one stood three meters tall covered in sith tattoo's that she was applying with ink. The red skin marking him as a dedicated member of the brotherhood within the sith and her smile coming. Every inch the tattoo's covered hummed with darkside energy while she stood up to full near thirteen feet of height to turn to see the man who had been led in to them.

"Welcome human." Her eyes gazed down to stare at him for a moment taking in everything while she stood. Since the ritual had been done she had grown and continued to grow until this. The power of the darkside enhancing every fiber of her being as she became what she created a sithspawn her body pulsing with black blood tainted by the darkside. "You have come and that is good, we will begin now. Your task is to work with me and create an armor for the One Sith's newest weapon. The battlelords, and when you are done you shall be paid. If you betray me, betray the dark Lord and talk about this I will find you and feed you to my leviathan. Understood?"

 

[Aldous Hofmann]

The tall Sith had surprised Aldous with her sheer height and the very strong waves of energy she radiated. Scattered throughout the area were what appeared to be a non conventional group of Sith Military, though they of course kept the jackboot style and attempted to radiate intimidation. Kinda how he remember most of his interactions with Stormtroopers back when those had been the "hip" military unit. They cradled their assault blasters in what he imagined was the equivalent of a loving embrace.

Aldous gave a polite nod that was certainly not expected from him and said politely, "Glad to be here."

[member="Darth Praelior"]

 

[Balaya Praelior Zambrano]

[member="Aldous Hofmann"]

Balaya looked at him and gave a nod of her head to it all. She was glad to have someone to help make the equipment while her hands revealed the battlelords covered in parts of heavy duraplast armor. Nine foot tall soldiers with broad shoulders and the armor was being setup. "Get to work, grab the equipment and we are making as much armor as we can for them. Suits of high grade duraplast with armorweave bodysuits underneath." She started moving and was paying attention to the armor while it was too small for her to wear she could still make it for her battlelords. Her and Sinna would need special armor built for them down the road. One suit to emphasize her status as the Warlord and the other for the Vahla who was getting bigger by the day.