Private On control and eradication in heavily urbanized terrain

[DarrVack]

Their sun was peaking past the outer rim of the large red planet. Rays of pure light beamed through and gave warmth to everything they touched. A new cycle would start in the eternal circle that was the universe. He watched this natural phenomenon occur from one of the large viewing platforms of his Sirmas-class space station.

It was orbiting Anzat, parked far above its atmosphere.

Surrounding it were fleets of much larger star destroyers multiple thousand kilometers in length. There were others, transport vessels, support class frigates, cargo ships they were all here. This majestic armada had been sent by the mighty Sith Empire. Here to welcome this planet in its loving embrace.

DarrVack observed in silence and tried his best to take in all that it was. This moment right then, standing there and watching time and space unfold. A miracle he concluded.

And he would play his part in it. He was here for a very specific reason after all.

The over two-meter tall round figure that was his armament yet nothing more than a suit of armor turned its horned head away from the glass. Instead, his attention was now focused on a large screen. This screen hung to the left of him against a white metal wall. It was a news feed, send out from the Office of Imperial truth, meant to educate on current events on the planet's surface.

Supported by the antigravity capabilities of his boots which aided his over five hundred kilos heavy frame he moved towards a table near the center of the room. It was covered in handheld visual display units and contained info on the mission he was sent here to complete.

There was a floating city roughly 150,000 thousand lives onboard that was causing a problem in the flawless shifting gears that were the Empire. The issue at hand was that it was currently controlled by a large group of rebelling forces. Mostly supported by off worlds Anzatis that had returned to their home when news of its alliance with the Empire had spread. They had been untouched by the disease that was breaking out on the ground and had thus been able to gather vast numbers of followers. While in itself this would mean nothing to the might of the Sith Government the fact that they were housed within this city made it a problem. They couldn’t just strike the floating metropolis down it held valuable infrastructures, temples, houses of government, trading facilities, hospitals, educational institutes. This was one of the few highly developed places upon this land and crippling it would cost valuable resources to repair. The Empire was no stranger to the occupation and governing of conquered planets. This point of interest had to be maintained.

DarrVack the Detergent Sith was here to fix this problem. He was a specialist on lethal chemical warfare as well as siege strategy and he had come here with a plan. With sharp claws, his large gloved digits reached out to one of the holopads on the table and pressed a combination of buttons. Pulsating light and a combination of Sith symbols flashed across the screen.

His guest would arrive soon.

See to quell this issue the Sith Knight need something severe, he needed a swift solution that extinguished any remains of these rebel activities. His conventional use of Dioxis wouldn’t do the trick here, too slow, too obvious. There was also no way he would be able to cheaply amass enough Synox to wipe out a city as large as this one. Instead, he found someone who was probably even more experienced in the handling of these types of weapons than he was and the Ugor was glad that he had the honor of receiving this man here on his station today.

He did not welcome visitors often, he liked the solitude. The vessel was manned by droids so unless called into war council or other meetings the Sith preferred to stay to himself. He had to admit though that he was intrigued almost what one would call excited. Dr. Oriz Kradeen was a genius in his field yet rather good at redacting his work and erasing his traces.

But DarrVack was sure that if the rumors he had heard were correct that this man would bring the answers that would rectify this broken gear in the perfect machine that was the Sith Empire.

The large Sith Knight strolled through the station on his way to one of the docking platforms. The interior of the vessel was so flawlessly white that its wall reflected the light from above and mirrored the huge armored Ugor as he took one heavy step after the other. Once reaching his destination he would wait patiently and motionless in front of the hangar door that connected to the rendezvous station where his guest would arrive.

Only the red glow of the two eye sockets in his horned headgear gave away his sentients.

He had to admit, he truly was excited.

 

[Oriz Kradeen]

When the Director arrived, it was with minimal pomp and splendour. An anonymous shuttle, one of many, diverted from those flowing towards the disease-ridden planet, instead landing on the external docking pad of a bulbous space station. As the shuttle's ramp folded open, a figure in the black-and-golden brown hazmat suit of the Medical Corps and a pair of droid bodyguards stepped forth, even as the station's own blast door slid open.

Stepping through the atmospheric shield and out of the vacuum of space, the Pantoran bowed respectfully. "Knight DarrVack, I presume? I am told there is a matter of some delicacy that needs attending to."

The unspoken question, of course, was evident to both parties - was this a place where they could converse openly, or was some lowly security officer with a far too limited security clearance watching through a security console somewhere. After all, they both knew the purpose for which he had come, though only Kradeen was intimately familiar with the true nature of his cargo. Familiar enough that he and the handful of thoroughly-vetted technicians accompanying him had opted to wear full hazmat suits during the journey, despite the secure containment units in which the substance was held.

DarrVack

 

[DarrVack]

Ahh, he had arrived, the red Sith slime could sense the darkness ushering in and out of the shuttle in which the man and his cargo had resided in. Folding his huge hands behind his back he eagerly awaited the parting of the blast doors and the sight behind it.

The doctor hidden away in a full-body hazmat suit took his first step out of the void into the bright white polished station floor, immediately he displayed the etiquette any good guest would bow, and greeted.

DarrVack returned the gesture and spread his arms in a welcoming gesticulation.

"Docdor Kradeen, id is an honor do welcome you onboard my sdadion. Yes, yes blease do follow me" his voice came deep from within the ooze projected by the mouthpiece in his helmet. It was oddly rugged almost as if his words were covered in the very goo he was made of.

Escorting his guest onwards along the white almost marble walls deeper into the station he took note "So you broughd id. Your brought Deathh." He had questions, and he would seek the knowledge that the much smaller creature to his side contained. There was much he would have liked to discuss but for now, he wanted not to waste his visitors time.

"You are familiar do dis station variand? The danks are sbecially modded to hold differend kind of gases." His large metal head turned and stared the doctor down "But I am nod sure it could hold dis"

Having arrived at same room he had exited to greet Oriz earlier he showed the doctor in. His droids were allowed entrance if he so wished it. Once inside he explained "Dake a look ad dis" lifting his massive digits the holopads on the table came to live and glided over to the two figures were he would let them levitate for the doctor to skim over or pick up however he saw fit.

"I need de silence of dis city. I need deathh upon id." he paused and tilted his head slightly coming to the question that he so fervently asked himself many times over since putting this plan into motion.

"Can id do dis?"

Oriz Kradeen

 

[Oriz Kradeen]

A soft smile subconsciously made its way onto the Pantoran's partially hidden features as the Sith Knight led him through the station. So stark, so sterile - it almost reminded him of his lab. A good sign, for while he would be supervising, it would be unfortunate to be stuck with a careless Sith.

Closing his eyes briefly, as if reviewing an internal text his answer was given with characteristic precision. "The Sirmas-class. Somewhat modified, perhaps? Versatile, but not used for chemical warfare before, to my knowledge." A brief pause, broken by the soft clucking of his tongue. "But with a good bomber squadron, an attached supply, yes. Yes, perhaps not today, but this bears investigation. Thank you for the suggestion, my lord."

Coldly analytical mind filing the concept away for later, he followed along, observed as the Sith laid out his plans. Force preserve him, an entire city. For a brief moment, a flicker of hesitation entered his eyes, though it quickly vanished once he reminded himself why he did what he did - for who he did what he did.

"Yes." Oriz paused for effect, eyes flickering over the schematics, mental gears turning with complex calculations and the mechanics of dispersal. "We will need access to the climate control system, but yes."

DarrVack

 

[DarrVack]

The Ugors were an exotic species, a unicellular organism wielding brain capacity that far outmatched that of other multicellular ones.

The future impact of the confirmation uttered moments before filled DarrVak with a satisfaction that was felt at the very core of his being. The red cytoplasm inside the large suit of armor pulsated at the thought of awe and wonder he was about to bring into motion.

A much rougher hardened roar tore through the stainless room "GB Command" moments later the cold robotic voicebox of his Akguza guard replied

"Yes, Commander"

"I need confirmadion over de climade condrol on darget one, dis is a brio one dasg Command"
(I need confirmation over the climate control on target one, this is a prio one task Command)

His deep sticky vocals continued "Call ubon de Conquesd Consolidadion Corbs, dey will already be presend."

Even without eyes, the Pantoran would feel the Siths attention returning to him, "Docdor, do you have furder requesds?"

"I blan to end dis siduadion quigly. We gan engage both on ground or in air."
(I plan to end this situation quicky. We can engage both on ground or in air)

Oriz Kradeen

 

[Oriz Kradeen]

Cold eyes still examining the hologram, flickering back and forth as he attempted to identify any threats to the objective, the Pantoran felt a sense of grim satisfaction. The city's countermeasures against chemical warfare were... ineffectual. Poorly designed. They would need to improve it, once it was theirs.

"I assume dissidents control the city? One step from terrorists, most likely. May I suggest that we frame them for the populace's unfortunate demise? The accidental activation of an experimental weapon, perhaps?"

The Empire was not known for its mercy, certainly, but there were lines that were dangerous to cross. Clench too tightly, and entire sectors could be forced into rebellion, too lightly and they might still choose that path - motivated by the folly of the Jedi and their high ideals, no doubt.

Of course, the Sith no doubt knew that all too well, given his chosen profession.

DarrVack

 

[DarrVack]

"A fudile adempd do weabonize de very blague dhad broughd galamidy over deir sbecies"
(A futile attempt to weaponize the very plague that brought calamity over their species)

The faceless Ugor seemed lost in thought as he stood motionless in the command room.

"We musd reach oud do de Imperial drudh, I will have a rebord be issued do de new governor" he continued.
(We must reach oud do de Imperial truth, I will have a report be issued to te new governor)

Finally moving again his helmet swayed around and looked back through the large viewing windows onto the Planet Anzat.

The prospect of having cleansed a single spot in the universe so very thoroughly all the while elevating the Sith Empires grasp on the system was hugely inticing.

But he needed this man and his mind to bring this vision to life.

"Any furder suggesdions Docdor?"




Oriz Kradeen

 

[Oriz Kradeen]

Truth was such a fickle thing. So easily altered. It was unfortunate, in a way - if only they lived in a more peaceful galaxy, one able to unite without the need for such... extreme measures. Alas, ever are great visions impeded by the folly of the masses.

Pausing thoughtfully a for a moment, Oriz shrugged. "Unlike you, I am not a strategist - not in the military sense - but I would strongly suggest you emphasise the control of information. Even more so than usual. The Deathmist is, ah, rather recognisable."

Horrifying would have been more accurate a term. Under its icy caress, flesh disintegrated, with even the skeleton following not too long after. It was a weapon of death, yes, but also a weapon of terror - a weapon to force some of the Empire's many foes into compliance. To limit future bloodshed through fear and brutality. Or so, he hoped.

DarrVack

 

[DarrVack]

What form would death take to reap its harvest on this red planet?

This thought circulated the Ugors system as the red sentient blob began imagining a moment in his mind. What would it look like? A moment in the universe stopped in time, having been cleaned of all the life that existed within it. Barren and abrupt.

The Pantorans words were received and processed.

"We sdrige in deir nighd gycle. We sdard by glosing borders, widin dat same hour we gut gommunigadion. Dowards de end of de nighd, elegdrigidy. Dan de shells drob, as much of id ad onge as bossible. I wand do gover de endire span of deir brodegdive field in id. Inidial sdrige by air, half a squadron, low drob. Maximum effegdiveness, de full bayload, no misdages, no odher exbosure."
(We strike in their night cycle. We start by closing borders, within that same hour we cut communication. Towards the end of the night, electricity. Then the shells drop, as much of it at once as possible. I want to cover the entirety of their field's capabilities in it. Initial strike by air, half a squadron, low drop. Maximum effectiveness, the full payload, no mistakes, no other exposure.)

DarrVack was almost harmonic in how he communicated as if he were singing some ballad of war, in the traced by a vision of voidness.

"We bud de Howidzers on de ground, segondary fire, long disdange. Reliable. Sixdy maybe sevendy gilomedersout, we run de gidies drajegdory and but us dhree or so gligs furdher. Whadever is lefd we dage oud, bregision fire."
(We put the Howitzers on the ground, secondary fire, long distance. Reliable. Sixty maybe seventy kilometers out, we run the cities trajectory and put us three or so clicks further. Whatever is left we take out, precision fire.)

He ended his carol and his tone grew colder "We issue a requesd widh de Drudh, call id in ad Gonquesd Gorb, dhey will resbond swifdly. We need to agd fasd, de longer we waid de more variables. How much of id gan you subbly Doctor?"
(We issue a request with the truth, call it in at Conquest Crop, they will respond swiftly. We need to act fasd, de longer we wait the more variables. How much of it can you supply Doctor?)

Oriz Kradeen

 

[Oriz Kradeen]

The plan was solid, reliable. Plans much like it had been carried out by the Sith Empire before, and would again. Normally not on their territory, though. Normally not like this. Still, it was necessary. The Anzati were predators, not easily cowed. Dissidence would need to be pulled out, root and stem.

"Enough." A quiet pause, as he ran the numbers, accounted for any variables. "My shuttle brought a significant amount - highly compressed - and more can be requisitioned via stealth courier."

Pausing again, this time in hesitation, his answer continued. "I cannot tell you exactly when said courier will arrive, however. Time is distance, distance is location, and the location of my facility is a very closely kept secret. You understand, I'm sure, no slight upon your loyalty intended."

DarrVack

 

[DarrVack]

The huge armor claded Ugor waved off the Doctors last remarks with his huge paw-like hands.

“Doctor” he paused “you have created death. I understand.”

Just as he was about to continue the mechanic voice of an Akuza Guard blurred out

“Sir we have confirmation of the weather control system, futher more Sir, the Imperial Truth is reaching out a representative is on a scrambled line awaiting you”

The large round eye-like sockets of the blobs suit of armor flashed in different shades of red as his entire being began to glow from its very core.

“I will have to take this Doctor, how about you make yourself familiar with the blueprints of the structure and begin mapping out the high-interest zones for the shells to strike. Please feel free to call for anything you may need”

He lifted one huge leg at a time as he made his way to the door, down to corridor and into a white windowless room with a large mechanical table dedicated to a holopad. With a press of his huge digits, the hologram came to live revealing a human dressed in typical empire uniform proudly displaying the rank on his chest.

The miniature man took off his military-like beret and reveals his bold head. “Lord DarrVack it is an honor, you wish to lay in a request?”

“Yes, de Anazadi rebellion on darged Ebsilon will be soon berished by deir own foolish addembd to weabonize de very blague dat broughd galamidy over deir sbecies. An Offword Anazdi insurgence has greaded disdurbances widhin de cidy leading do looding and rioding of de logal bobulace. Using de ghaos do deir advandage dey began blodding a way do sdrige oud againsd the Empire. In deir naive dey exberimended widh de badhogen dat had caused de viral disease. Muldible exblosions were regorded ad Gey logadions, de gidy has gone darg. We will send in a more dedailed rebord afder our firsd on sighd rebord of de siduadion.”

(Yes, the Anazati rebellion on target Epsilon will be soon perished by their own foolish attempt to weaponize the very plague that brought calamity over their species. An Offword Anazit insurgence has created disturbances within the city leading to looting and rioting of the local populace. Using the chaos to their advantage they began plotting a way to strike out against the Empire. In their naive, they experimented with the pathogen that had caused the viral disease. Multiple explosions were recorded by night, the city has gone dark. We will send in a much more detailed report after our first on sight report of the situation.)

The Captain at the other end of the transmission had begun taking notes and scanning information gliding by on a handheld he was using to keep up with the Ugors information.

He looked up from the display and asked “When did this incident take place?” Before he got back to feverishly finding information related to the target and all stakeholders invested in it.

“In roughly 96 hours”

The man looked back up, the movement of his eyes on the screen halted and he tilted his head slightly “Sir?”

“I will send in a sebarade rebord for de Governor in a few days when dhings have sedded down. De Conquesd Corb is in condrol on de ground”
(I will send in a separate report for the Governor in a few days when things have settled down. The Conquest Corp is in control on the ground)

The bold man put his beret back on and bowed slightly “I will form this statement and await your report Lord DarrVack”

--

A few minutes later the bulking suit of armor reentered the halls in which had left Kradeen to his preferences.

"Doctor, I abologize for de waid bud I can rebord dat we may begin brebaradions.”
(Doctor, I apolagize for the wait but I can report that we may begin preparations.)

In the same breath he barked out to his “Cendral Command, ready a squadron Ajundas” which was simply replied with a “Roger” echoing back from the walls.

He turned his entire focus back on the smaller blue skinned create in front of him.

“How soon afder de drob can we ender? Fully brodecded of gourse.”
(How soon after de drop can we enter? Fully protected of course)

Oriz Kradeen

 

[Oriz Kradeen]

Nodding respectfully as the Sith went to make the necessary arrangements, the Pantoran typed a quick message of his own into an encrypter communicator, making the necessary requisitions.

Turning back to the diagram, he surveyed its - its flaws and ventilation, its saferooms and isolated sections.

As the Sith returned, Oriz offered him a slight smile. "Think nothing of it, my Lord. I have taken the liberty of marking spots for optimal dispersal - it will be up to you whether there are other targets in need of prioritisation, I am no strategist."

Taking another long moment to consider the question - the Pantoran was nothing if not meticulous - he turned to the diagram, pointing as if to illustrate. "It works quickly, very quickly. We could theoretically enter mere minutes after dispersal and expect little or no resistance, but the substance is very potent. Even the smallest breach in a vacuum suit would likely be lethal - unless one's suit is rapidly self-sealing, like mine is."

Pausing briefly, he continued. "It might make sense to send in droids rather quickly, especially to seize vital systems. The gas should disperse within twelve hours, but we usually recommend waiting sixteen or more before entering."

DarrVack​

 

[DarrVack]

The Ugor pictured himself in the empty streets. He wanted to be there as soon as was anyhow possible. As the giant stood in thought a few meters away from the table its contents and the Doctor the now all to familiar voice of the droid commander unit disrupted their silence once more.

"Sir, evacuation of VIP status personal have completed"

It was enough to reignite the Sith, he waved off the information simultaneously silencing the messenger.
The walking suit of armor took a moment to process before he ushered a string of commands.

"I wand de Bowerheads blanedside as soon as bossible, brebare dem for dransbort. I will dransfer de goordinades momendarily"
(I want the Powerheads planetside as soon as possible, prepare them for transport. I will transfer the coordinates momentarily)

One of the holopads that had been placed on the metal surface in the middle of the white room came to life and floated toward the outstretched gauntlets of the red slime. He stared at the flashing screen with which he was engaging with as he continued.

"Send half a dozen Brobots. I wand do have eyes on de darged. Also, dell Conquesd Command do hand over gondrol do Cendral Command we will be in gcharge from now."
(Send half a dozen Probots. I want to have eyes on the target. Also, tell Conquest Command to hand over control to Central Command we will be in charge from now.)

His helmet turned too far to be natural as his red glaring eyes stared at the Doctor behind him, "We should head do de Command Sdadion"
"We should head to the Command Stadion"

He showed his guest out and back into the corridor they had descended earlier. His slow pace and heavy footsteps echoed as the two passed through the sparkling white halls.

The journey ended in front of a large metal door that revealed an elevator behind it.

"The Command sdadion is ad te dob of de sdadion"
(The Command Station is as the top of the station)

He bowed ever so slightly and gave the courtesy of entering first to his guest before pushing his large body into the metal box. The Ugor was forced to activate his gravity boots once again that announced themselves with the subtle humming of the generators inside. As they ascended the Sith had to ask "Docdor, dell me... Why did you do id? Why did you greade deadh?"
(Doctor, tell me... Why did you do it? Why did you create death?)


Oriz Kradeen

 

[Oriz Kradeen]

It was hard to get a read on the Sith, but he seemed almost too enthusiastic. Like he enjoyed what they were about to do. Then again, that was the nature of the Sith, was it not? Relishing chaos and carnage, for when was individual power felt more clearly than when bringing death onto others?

"Of course, my Lord. Lead the way."

Following the giant of a Sith, the Director could not help but feel some admiration for what he had done with the station. Cold, clinical, even hospitals felt warmer than this. Just like his labs. Appropriate, given what he did... what they were about to do.

The elevator was a bit cramped, perhaps, but nothing he could not live with. The question, however, made him a bit more uncomfortable. Why indeed? Once, he had been a healer. If the medical student of decades past had seen him today, had seen what he had done, he might very well have eaten a blaster bolt rather than be responsible for such attrocities.

How soft he had been, back then.

"Necessity. Cold necessity. The galaxy burns, Sir Knight, and someone must restore the peace. To that end, almost anything can be justified."

DarrVack​

 

[DarrVack]

The force-sensitive Ugor could feel where and when he had pierced the mental walls of his visitor. The doctor was drifting in a stream of memory as his brain searched for the right chemical cocktail to make sense of his thoughts and form an answer. His reply assured the Sith of the Pantorans ability to guide his emotion, to take claim.

It was always fascinating to be witness to the complexities of multicellular beings.

He repeated the mantra that he held at the very center of his being, the core of the "Soul" that he had created for himself.

"Dhrough vigdory my chains are brogen... Dere is nodhing do jusdify Dogtor"
(Through victory my chains are broken... There is nothing to justify Doctor)

The polished metal doors opened and revealed the central command station. A single large circular room housing multiple screens that all seemed to be eagerly flickering with important information, droids buzzed around the computational devices interacting with them time by time. A much more sophisticated looking machinery walked over to the newcomers on deck.

The central command droid introduced himself "Welcome Doctor redacted…” the robots humanoid face twitched before he continued “…I am an Akguza of the Guard Protection Series. I act as the central center of information and command upon this vessel"

The walking armour explained that droids dysfunction.
"Your visid here doday has in fagt nod oggurred in any logs”
(Your visit here today has in fact not occurred in any logs)

The Droid picked up his string of thought again “Sir, we have been running simulations using your send coordinators for the ground fire and the Doctors recommendations on key structures to target via aerial bombardments.”

The Akguzas AI proved the finesses of its droid class and years of experience in the service of a ruthless general “A key factor to the success will be the control over entrances, and openings on the various streets and buildings. Conquest Corp has transferred us access to the main control lines of the targets infrastructures, we are currently working on a virus that will infiltrate their system and upon command open every door, window and gate to maximize the impact of the redactedI”

The giant folded his arms bending his back as he walked towards the center of the round room. All around him a dozen other droids were moving up and down exchanging information, calculating flight paths and ensuring the best spots for the Haubitzen. The main set of screens in the middle of the room, displaying a large map of the target and it's surrounding towered even above the Sith. To his left and right two further rows of screens and machines formed a rectangular cockpit within the control station.

“Where are de brobe bods? Give me someding holographig and dan show me a simuladion”
(Where are the probe bots? Give me something holographic and than show me a simulation”)

The Akguza swiftly answered “Yes Sir”

A small monolith sprung to live and rose out of the ground next to the group as the rays of its blue light projected a miniature version of the floating city. Small red dots marked the impact points of the aerial targets. Dotted lines displayed the predicted flight path of the payloads before impact.

“I wand de brobebots do film de inidial explosion, jusd afder de hid bud before de agdivadion of de virus. Gud oud de drob I need id do loog lige de exblosion came oud of de sdrugdures demselves. Use an exdernal if you need do, bud no trages and id needs do loog real."
(I want the Probebots to film the initial explosion, just after the hit but before the activation of the virus. Cut out the drop I need it to look like the explosion came out of the structures themselves. Use an external if you need to but no traces and it needs to look real.)

"Condinue” the Sith Knight concluded.

Central command intervened “Sir it should be noted the calculation was done using Dioxis to replicate the effects of redacted"

The Ugor grunted and watched the simulation unfold, the gas was represented by a red mist in the blue projection. It quickly spread through the city, one could see how all over the floating metal island doors, gates and if you looked close enough even windows flicked open.

A progress bar on the left showed the death toll soaring after this hitting 100% within the hour of impact.A big bold 151,437 was shwon on the top of the huge screen.

“In case of a failed scenario the Powerheads would of course be standing by” the Akugza added.

“Whad do you dink dogdor?”
(What do you think doctor?)

Oriz Kradeen​

 

[Oriz Kradeen]

Nothing to justify? How simple it must be, to be able to give oneself to the Dark, but no - their deaths were his to bear, as were the deaths of oh so many before them. How could he do any less than watch them die when he had been the architect of their demise?

It helped that in this case, most of the victims were monsters, of a sort - how many did the Anzati kill to prolong their long existence?

"It will be quicker than that for almost all. The... substance will kill virtually any specimen within a minute of contact, but it is hydrophobic - it may be possible to survive by hiding inside active showers, but it is risky, to say the least."

Pausing, he shrugged. "As with any chemical weapon, it is also possible to survive by wearing hermetically sealed equipment - though if any contact is made with the substance before they put it on, even with only trace amounts, death is all but inevitable. For most beings, anyway."

All in all, it should be quick - and relatively clean. Their natural regeneration might extend the pain somewhat, but he seriously doubted any would be able to survive anything but trace exposure.

DarrVack​

 

[DarrVack]

The Dark Knight could feel as the Doctor navigated his emotions. He could not get a grasp of what exactly had stirred up these emotions but the sensation and consequence of death lurked in his minds.

What a strange organism, it was the mind of this creature that had given life to this weapon. A weapon, unlike anything the Sith had ever seen, one capable of bringing death on a scale compared to some of the most powerful weapons the Empire had in its arsenal.

And yet it was that very mind that was now somehow entangled in the conflict of this reaping of energies that the Ugor was about to indulge in.

"Tank you for gonfirming dis scenario, we will debloy shordy"
(Thank you for confirming this scenario, we will deploy shortly)

The large horned metal trunk turned to the side starring down the central command Droid "Mage de brebaradions do engage as soon as bossible"
(Make the preparations to engage as soon as possible)

The giant suit of armor proceeded to face his visitor again, he crossed his arms behind his back and stared down at the humanoid before him.

"I will dage over from here Dogdor, you have already done a gread bard in securing yed anoder vicdtory for de Embire, led me bring you do your shuddle"
(I will take over from here Doctor, you have already done a great part in securing yet another victory for the Empire, let me bring you to your shuttle)

He would escort the Pantoran along the meticulously white hallways, they were now much more lively than before. Droids were racing up and down, from door to door. The station was coming to life as they prepared to advance on their target.

Upon arriving at the docking station, the Ugor broke his silence.

"I will send you a firsd rebord of de incidend once we have gonfirmed a hid, afdter dad, you may of course requesd any addidional dada. I can also offer you a 24-hour window if you wish do be named in de rebord oderwise any hind of you or your work's gompliance will be redacded of course"
(I will send you a first report of the incident once we have confirmed a hit, after that, you may of course request any additional data. I can also offer you a 24-hour window if you wish to be named in the report otherwise any hint of you or your work's compliance will be redacted of course)

"Id has been my bleasure Dogdor"