Testing Testing, Does it Work?

[Jaster Awaud]

It had been to long, nearly five years since he had the chance to speak to his old friend [member="Mythos"] and it nearly felt longer. Word was it that he had become a god of sorts, service to the Ancient Eye while he served the Republic in its recovery. Nothing seemed as adventurous as they use to be, and meeting with his old friend was mostly business. Jaster was putting together an army, not just some corporate small contingency to protect his investment. No, he wanted an army that could rival all before, the artifact told him so.

Jaster stood at the edge of a cliff on the planet of Ruul, a planet he recently brought into his household. The original owners were lifted of their debt by their life and its key location of Hyperspace lanes were key to him. Using the planet as his launching point for his trade ships into and out of the Hutt Region made a pretty penny. It was also a great location to hold his Hideout and Military base for the new army, at least for now.

He invited his friend here to show off his new weapon of destruction, and lucky for the both of them a new shipment of Slaves had arrived. It also did not help that his neighbor was bad mouthing him and threatening a fight. Best to be ride of bad cargo and bad blood in his mind, he also knew that Mythos would not mind blowing up a few problems.

He looked to a Conglomerate Police Officer and Engineer, "Make sure those left overs are given their freedom and escorted to their new settlement, they did not make the cut but they will work for the Support Units."

 

[Mythos]

If it was one thing Mythos loved to do was create new equipment to use on his enemies. He constantly plotted an attack on the Common Wealth of Atrisia to retake his city of Jar'Kai and use the miasma of the city to create new weapon... but for this he needed his own personal army. He had brought down his Hell Hounds to conduct a field training exercise here as well as his Nubian Strike Force to command the exercise. An old friend met him here, one he had not seen since his days as an acolyte, in his mind Mythos owed him a debt that perhaps on a later date he would repay with dividends. The conglomerate was ancient, an old Myth of sorts only in the minds of those with enough hair on their chin to remember the One Sith Civil war and the Omega Protectorate. No one said those names anymore, no one but those looking for what they left behind.

This military outpost was just to his liking, small, concealed yet powerful enough to threaten the neighboring government. Perhaps that was one of the reasons Clan Awaud wanted him here, dispose of some unwanted presence with extreme brutality. Mythos could do that, he needed an afternoon stretch anyway. With [member="Ultimatum"] back doing his thing around Mustafar, Mythos wondered if he would get the call from his robotic friend, force knows he could use him right about now and right about a week ago too.

"Jaster. I hope you did not bring me to build freighters old friend. I can build things that can haul a little bit more these days" He said, laughing at the sight of the main firing ranges and enjoying the smell of burning iron with plasma. "I hear you got a design"

[member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"]​