Davin Jusik
TIE Bomber LT- DREX
Tonight was a night of some small celebration for the thin, pale, and smartly dressed human male who just entered a cantina so often frequented by Sith and their minions. Doctor Cain Wards pushed his turtleshell glasses up smartly as he gave a quick examination of the establishment's patrons before taking a seat. A cold smile to the Bothan bartender gave the creature the uncomfortable feeling that it was a big in this human's mind. Something to be picked at, prodded, and experimented on before being tossed aside like a rotten hunk of flesh.
He was correct.
Wards ordered himself a Corellian Brandy and took out a small notebook, filled earlier with the names and brief histories of certain prisoners the Sith would allow him to "borrow". The large catalogue of specimens and his newly solidified position within the One Sith was why he was allowing himself a vice such as alcohol. In Protectorate Space the enlightened few not afraid of progress were labeled as killers. Sickos. Lunatics. This stance couldn't be further from the truth. True progress required a certain amount of sacrifice, this rang true for every investigative field, including Bio-Science. While the Doctors in Protectorate space quivered in their beds about morality and ethics the Sith understood the truth. They were not afraid to commit atrocities to further their play for galactic unity. Here the good doctor was given a government paycheck and had been promised a lab once he attained an arbitrary rank.
Life was good.
Cain began to pour over the names as he sipped on his drink.
He was correct.
Wards ordered himself a Corellian Brandy and took out a small notebook, filled earlier with the names and brief histories of certain prisoners the Sith would allow him to "borrow". The large catalogue of specimens and his newly solidified position within the One Sith was why he was allowing himself a vice such as alcohol. In Protectorate Space the enlightened few not afraid of progress were labeled as killers. Sickos. Lunatics. This stance couldn't be further from the truth. True progress required a certain amount of sacrifice, this rang true for every investigative field, including Bio-Science. While the Doctors in Protectorate space quivered in their beds about morality and ethics the Sith understood the truth. They were not afraid to commit atrocities to further their play for galactic unity. Here the good doctor was given a government paycheck and had been promised a lab once he attained an arbitrary rank.
Life was good.
Cain began to pour over the names as he sipped on his drink.
