The Cortan Blade. Demon of the Sith.

[Mythos]

Day 1

Finally the Foresight was completed and everything was buzzing perfectly. Animus loved how wonderful things have rocked on, first he had [member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"] Invited to see the Shipyard himself, [member="Ultimatum"] was in the area as was his custom. Such a misunderstood individual Animus thought... He considered the Machine a friend and his most Trusted personnel in this area.
The whole Shipyard was his to command, Animus sent information to [member="Darth Ferus"] and [member="T'zanith Zebron"] as well, he thought they might find something in the area that they would have an idea for.
The shipyard was as much a Battle Station as anything else, massive, Well defended. Anyone getting to Mustafar would have to get past this shipyard first, and Animus Malgus with it. [member="Nox"] was invited as well. an associate of Malgus.
He observed the Shipyards workings from his command center, He had already ordered the Construction of 300 frigates for the Trade Conglomerate, but he did not see to that order personally, he would let Jaster view it first. 7 separate stations over the Massive shipyard yet one was empty... at Animus' request... This was the moment. 5 years had led up to this moment, the time had come, all the elements were here. The Cortan Blade, would begin construction.
"Activate Oxygen, im going down"

"Roger roger" Said Legion II. A replica of the original Legion owned by Ultimatum.

The Smell was something Animus Loved, everyone else hated it, but to him, it was the Smell of... War... and soon to be coming death.
He rode his personal transport, an auto transport droid, there were hundreds in the area.
Upon arriving at the Space he was to begin construction on, he closed his eyes and pulled out the Blueprint of the Cortan Blade up to the Transparisteel Monitor 20 feet in size that laid in front of the construction field.

"All Right, let's get to work. The Impervium alloy wing skeleton will be needed to be built first, i want work to begin immediately on the suspension team, NOTHING Gets built or approved without my eyes on IT!"

 

[Aidan Moonrunner]

Nox observed the station, a neutral expression on her face. It was impressive.​

[member="Animus Malgus"] had called her here, and she had come. The assassin knew little about ships, and considered this an opportunity to expand her knowledge on the subject.​

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She awaited the man, her hood down, revealing her short black hair and crystal blue eyes, and the scar that marred her right eye.​

The girl clasped her hands behind her back, and continued observing.​

 

[Mythos]

Animus saw [member="Nox"] as she entered. "Ahh! You came! feel free to observe the area, ponder about and such., my personal quarters is up the lift through there, Make yourself at home." Animus said regarding the Beautiful lady but then snapped quickly at a droid handling the Impervium allow in a shallow angle "You peice of Junk! This is the angle that wing drive needs!" Animus quickly scurried to the Droid and showed him the direction of the angle cut as massive machinery cut the Impervium allow under Animus' sight exactly the way he wanted it. "That's it... That's it a little more!! perfect! Now get your Rusty junk piles to the other wing it needs to be an exact skeleton.
It had been 7 hours since the work began, right now the Outer skeleton of the Ship wings were almost finished. Animus nodded... there was still much work to be done.
Animus was a bit tired, a long day... his body wanted to curl up in the comfortable sleeping quarters up in his command center... But upon seeing the raw materials of the cockpit he jumped and started barking out orders.
"The cockpit needs to be airlock secure behind the main compartment of droid stationery you inbred, calculating droids!" Animus shouted in full force as he again took full control of the cockpit construction, Animus gestured to the cockpit window slit, "This area is where the Red Transparisteel we had made goes, make sure it it airlock sealed, The Impervium alloy beams must hold the center structure of the cockpits main area, What is your major malfunction you pack of rusted bolts get it right!"

 

[Ultimatum]

Foresight​

Something that few organics seemed to have.​

It was a rare trait in them, but fortunately he had been given some by his creators.​

That was the purpose of the shipyard, to prepare him for the future. Especially reprisals that he may have from the factions that opposed Sith. He expected it, eventually the enemies of the Sith would become his enemies if only because he was a supported of them. He knew he would pay for it. He had never intended this to happen, but it was too late he was doomed to the fate of those who allied themselves with Sith.

It was a newly constructed site, and thus he had to focus quite a bit of attention to it. He had to be certain that everything went as planned, if a problem would appear it would be soon after the initial creation. He would know from experience, he had run from his master soon after his creation. It was a matter of importance that this station not have many problems. Thus he was aboard as [member="Animus Malgus"] began setting up for his ship. He found it slightly amusing that the organic was so angered with slight failures by the droids. Ultimatum decided to over some of them, after all such mistakes probably meant a malfunction that would have to be fixed. He would handle it. He smiled to himself as he thought of Legion, that droid would have snapped back and Animus quicker than a vine-cat to the jungle.

Of course, Legion had been destroyed in an attempt to capture Ultimatum. However, the droid brain had been undamaged enough that he could rebuild the droid into a new body, as well as upgrade the programs. He was glad that he could help his friend. He wondered what else Animus would want built, though he found it more intriguing that the man had called friends from the Sith to come and see this new creation.

[member="Nox"]

 

[Mythos]

26 Hours into Construction
The Cockpit of the Cortan Blade was Almost finished, Animus had overseen every single detail of its formation, he had the droids working non stop, and so was he,
Animus Was eating a large Mutton Chop of Bantha meat he had cooked, and drinking a large glass of water, but even food did not stop Animus from working, "Hey [member="Ultimatum"], the Blade is coming" Animus gulped the last of the mutton "Out quite nicely" Animus drank water while he Adjusted the Thruster, He had put the Sith Relic Blade's hilt as the Thruster Handle and now began to weld it himself. His body was tired, but his desire and lust for the ship to be finished would not let him quit.
Launching the Plastic glass towards a droid he continued the welding. Shortly before he had made a Cup Holder next to the seat out of Onyx and Mustafarian Durasteel.
He sat in the pilot seat for a second checking that everything was in place, "Transparisteel seems solid" Animus said as he Slammed his fist into the Glass, Nodding at the droid who helped him fit it and the droid gave him a thumbs up. "Cockpit Skeleton and interior is done bring in the Impervium for the Droid Station and rear turret Cannon!" The droids motioned in a fast hurry, as animus watched over them glancing at the ship, "Common Hussle Hussle let's Move!" Animus dropped from the Height of the cockpit and slammed into the floor, Using his telekinesis he brought a section of Impervium Alloy Tubes to be fit into the Droid Stationary Skeleton.
Animus was working like a Machine, setting up the Tubes in cohesion with the drones and workers a perfect mix of Organic Mind and Machine Muscle.

The Cortan Blade, was still, a long way to being completed

 

[Mythos]

39 Hours into Construction.
He had finished half of the Droid Station and had finished most of the rear gun turret and the ejection pod.
Animus was beginning to feel weary, but a large feast brought to him by the Men Jaster sent in a gesture of appreciation for his leadership and also... a way to force him to eat. Animus Still Drank and ate on the job, using a droid sometimes to pick food and hand it to him as he hanged from the wing of the ship, strapped from a suspension tight and short using the force to tweak small nuts and bolts into the Autoblaster location tube and welding a piece of reinforced steel into the Cargo and Ammunitions bay.
plunging downwards, Animus latched on to the lower part of the downwards wing to do the same and in the swing caught a glass of water, Water he did drink, and the times he did go to the restroom All work in the Spaceship Ceased. Once finishing the job he walked back to take a gander at an Almost complete skeleton of all the Impervium alloy the Ship would require. The interior of the Cargo bay way next. But before that he needed to set up the Ships 4 landing gears and propellers.


Pulling the Materials from wheeled stations with Telekinesis he took over the Construction again, he never actually let go of it, but now he was focusing it. "Alright let's get it moving now and hussle! get those landing gears upkeep! You Droid! You have it Backwards! Get the propellers in station you don't have to worry about the Landing gear being up. MOVE IT!" Droids... Always so calculative, so much protocol. But Animus gave them soul, to Build not with plans and Blueprints. Sure they were there, but asking Animus about the certain movements or installations giving voices to their Opinions which animus all took in Note. They Built With Soul, and Passion. And off they were, a conglomerate of Droids and men to build the Blade of the Sith. The Demon. The Cortan Blade. So many Names. Animus just thought with the first Word that came to his Mind.
"Death" For that is what would come to his enemies. But that was to silly he thought. The Cortan Blade, was the Name. It was a Name soon to be feared. For now, stil much work to be done...

 

[Mythos]

Galicus Sagious was not accustomed to being outside the Vast corridors of Muunilinst Banking Clan Halls, but he made his way all the way to Mustafar at Animus' previous request, Arriving via his personal craft a luxury cruiser. Sparing no time the Old muun made his way through the facility until through questions and directions arrived at Animus workplace. The Muun had been expected but not by Animus as it seemed to the Muun.
"Toiling away at your toys as always i see, You have not changed at all Animus." the muun said in his deep usual tone. "You called?" Always to business. that was his way, it always been, but with Animus he was a bit more... catering, as far a Muun would go anyway. The Muun arrived with his usual galant flare, which admittedly he knew Animus always appreciated, made him feel important.



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54 hours, Into construction.

Animus noticed his Muun friend for ages, and clapped his hands as he retracted from the insides of the main hangar. Already, almost complete. The right wing was almost finished, the interior gun racks and weapon racks were not, but the structure of the insides was. Upon the sound of his claps all work stopped "Take 5 everyone," Animus eyed some droids still carrying materials. "Everyone!" The force in his voice made them stop.
Turning to his Mujn associate he greeted him with a warm embrace, he was as close as Family as Animus ever had.
"How is everything Uncle Galicus?" Of course he was not his real Uncle, but it was a childhood name never lost.
Galicus met his embrace warmly and nodded in approval of the entire place. "You seem to be doing great for yourself, and i am fine, work as usual. I heard you needed me what can i be of service " He asked imploringly.
Animus laughed and shook his head "Allways right down to business Uncle, you never do change, Accompany me. I talk while i work. " Animus quickly went back clapping his hands force jumping to the inside of the cargo bay and began welding the bottom floors of the cargo bay.

Galicus approached slowly the massive skeleton before him of impervium alloy, Truly whatever this was meant to be was going to be a force to be reckoned with, he felt uneasy, something was growing in this area, something he had felt in Animus as he entered this area, but he quickly dismissed it.
"You know how it is, i am Glad to see you and it pleases me that you have an Entire Shipyard to yourself but, please do elaborate your summons" He was truly glad to see Animus, but time was Credits, and this Muun was all about Credits.

"I need financing, the kind that builds armadas, I need the collaboration of the Banking Clan. " Animus continued to work, he knew what he asked was a steep order, but he was not afraid that Galicus Sagious, Patriarch of the Sagious was not able to do accomplish this task.
Galicus sighed. "May i ask the reason for such an elaborate request" Galicus asked almost fearing the response.
"Why to further the expansions of my shipyards, with the collaboration of the Banking clans i can build another one of these shipyards exactly like it" If this was the Foresight the next would be the Hindsight, "Designed and built by Lord [member="Ultimatum"] himself The Banking Clans would receive either a steady Supplly of Ships or percentages of any contracts made with the Facility usage. "
The interior of the right wing Weapon Lockers had been completed and the Cargo Bay was now fully fledged in its insides, the details would come later.
That last part was what caught Galicus' eyes, surely such a deal would be a noteworthy thing, designers, a workforce, and a shipbuilder all in one place, all they needed was the push. "Animus i cannot guarantee you anything, but i will supply your Bank Account with a steady supply of credits from my Part, if you design me something... personal" He knew Animus had always wanted to build him a ship. Animus nodded, before Galicus added "I will have to discuss this with the Clan Counsel, and i will contact you as soon as awnser is had, is this agreeable"
Animus never stopped working, concentrated and focus he just said "Sure! See you then Uncle Galicus"

Galicus at the few hours was off and back to Muunilinst in hyperspace, He would soon be reaching his contacts [member="Vassik Kilvaari"] to see what could be of this,
Galicus Pondered the proposal, truly, maybe... the kid had something.

 

[Ultimatum]

Ultimatum had taken time to oversee the rest of the facility, an endeavor that might have taken longer than the production of any single starship. He had been ever so precise, checking ever nook and cranny to be certain that nothing was amiss, the same went for the facility coding and the droids aboard. It was an exhausting work, less physically than mentally. Ultimatum was the closest he could be to being tired by the end of the task. There hadn't been anything wrong that he had seen, it was still new and nobody aside from a couple of visitors had been aboard. The sort of problems that enemies made normally began to appear later on. It was a surprising phenomenon, that there truly was no end to being certain of the shipyard's efficiency and upkeep. Either the station would have a glitch early on or it might be sabotaged by an enemy at a later point. There really was no safe time.

That aside, Ultimatum was gladdened to see that [member="Animus Malgus"]'s ship was coming along nicely. He did notice that there had been a Muun aboard awhile ago, security cameras were an expected part of the facility, and while Ultimatum didn't know the exact relationship between Animus and the then nameless Muun, he did suppose that they were good friends at the least. Which was good news, Ultimatum didn't want strangers aboard yet. Technically Animus was a stranger to Ultimatum, in that he knew hardly anything about the man, but the shipyard was his and there was more beyond that which made Ultimatum trust him.

One of Ultimatum's favorite things to do while he waited was to rewind previous visual records and to play them at high speed to see what it looked like. Watching the construction of a ship was very interesting, the droids and people tended to blur out but the ship itself appeared to be coming together on its own accord. He knew that it was an illusion, but it was intriguing to watch it happen.

At last Ultimatum finished his self-appointed task and walked down to the area where the ship was being made. It was coming together nicely, had he already thought that he didn't know. Ultimatum noted Animus working and the droids studiously moving about with their tasks. A busy scene and one that Ultimatum would have to accustom himself to. This wasn't like Progenitor facility all quiet and precise. Shipbuilding was a much demanding task and even droids were forced to worker hard. "Looking very good Animus!"

 

[Mythos]

64 Hours into construction.



When [member="Ultimatum"] had arrived it was basically the moment work had begun on the tip of the Left wing, the insides of the Prison containment hatch. The outside of the hatch breach was air locked and openable only from the Outside, or as Animus had planned it. SIM. The indoor hatches were made of Impervium that was especially thick, and the indoor hatch was a Cage made of two different steels, inside of that Cage was another Larger Cage that ANimus was currently welding. From his position he could command the droids and work at perfection, "Hey! Make sure the insides are Insulated on this whole wing! like the other one!" The droids heeded his commands as they flew about. Animus while working and eating this time light with fruits and veggies.


The interior of the the Inner housing skeleton was complete, but still remained the floor of the living quarters and the roof still needed padding. The Skeleton would not be completed fully in the insides of both wings for another 24 Hours. Animus saw Ultimatum from one of the sides that were not padded yet and threw up the horns saying "Your gonna get a room! When i'm ready to build it, i will have you Design it! so think up!" Animus yelled with a smile on his face before taking bites from several fruits and a drink of fresh Nabooian water from the Lakes of his childhood. He always had some of that water in a special glass bottle, but... something beckoned to him. Animus took the glass and tipped some of it to the ship's deck... "So some of me will live in you..." Animus said, while he went back to work


Animus did not realize it, but something strange had begun to surround the ship, some of the soldiers worked uneasy and some of the soldiers reported nightmares or the ship calling them. Animus took it all as superstition but after what he had just done and a few minutes had passed, his eyes wandered to that puddle of water more than once, all times he shrugged it off and work consumed him.

"Let's get these Cages Done so we can move on! Double time!" All slackers around him began to work on the Cage under his supervision, him around them, working in Unison under his leadership and proverbial whip. Still, much work to be done.
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[Mythos]

72 Hours into Construction

Animus began to show signs of Exhaustion at this point, deep purple lines dotted below his eyes but he would not be deterred, The Prisoner containment Unit was finished and Animus gave the go Ahead to begin the inner working of the ship's electrical systems, this was when the work Animus had the least amount of knowledge in came. Programs, Systems, electronic Hardware, firstly the SIM was to be implanted.
The cockpit was alight with welding instruments and Animus' eyes hovering over the droids. He began recording in private the Ships password for ignition. "Maiden's Love" and he also had already recorded his body scan and DNA authenticator. This was beside the Cockpit main room, it was a system of partial A.I. that would recognize only him as the Ship's' only pilot. This was done within the first few hours, and SIM was successfully installed. He brought a small recon droid to record the inner work of the ship from every angle so he could analyze it later. All over the ship automated Blasters were installed and connected through SIM.

Easy part was over, 4 Sinear X-C Ion Drive arrays were being hauled in, and now being positioned.
"Ok get 'those things steady behind the the rear turret! " Animus helped with his telekinesis to set the arrays in place perfectly, then scurried over to the other two parts of the ship where the Engines would be placed and did the same, expertly supervising each placement one by one demanding that each array be individually placed. "Everyone just focus on one at a time, no mistakes, no imperfections Got it!?"
The deafening "Sir, Yes Sir!" From the men around him even the Droids brought a smile to Animus' face, in Unison they moved as the Charisma from Animus' leadership spurred them on, their Loyalty to him was unquestionable, and some of them were beginning to adopt Animus' no rest till daylight mentality and began working beside him in a spurr of determination and desire to impress the Mighty Figure of Animus whose eyes were now nicknamed "The Orbs of the Golden Hawk" by the men as a warning to new workers who would flush into work. "He is always watching, he will spot any mistake, and he does not sleep" That is what they would tell the new arrivals and workers who have yet to work under his direct command, Some could not hack it and would go back to worker on the Many Frigates being constructed, some however... Would not work anywhere else.

Animus took an entire Drive array with his Telekinesis, the second one that would be placed and welded, he moved by himself with his Telekinesis. The sheer force it took him to place the thing was massive, but the eyes of all his workers and underlings was that of watching a God move mountains. The Murmurs of the crowds empowered Animus, he could make out some of what he was saying, and the firewood for the massive campfire that was his ego was not gone. Upon placing the drive array and the work on it's placement began, he was the sole thing keeping the array still. Focused and enraged, using his desire and will to keep the thing in place he noticed his Telekinesis had improved Dramatically since his last Training with [member="Darth Ophidia"]. He could move entire Drive Arrays, being that those objects were not particularly big or heavy but still an Impressive feat for an Acolyte.

​Telekinesis was what he most trained second to Force Sight, and it was paying off, A loud cheer from his men erupted as he let go of the Array seeing it was fit, ready and adjusted. He smiled looking at their faces so full of energy and ready to see this work to the end, he smiled at them and said in a Booming Commanding voice. "Together! There is nothing we cannot accomplish! The Galaxy will know the Power of our team and Unity! when they see the Product of our toil! The labor of our hands!" He showed them his hands, battered and cut, just like theirs. They responded in a battle Cry, as if they were an Army ready for war, but instead of signaling for an enemy battalion, he signaled for the next Array to be placed, but don't tell them that, they charged that array and began heaving it with Machinery like their very lives depended on it, all backed up by the spur of the Commander's speech and loud cries of motivation between the men.

The Inspiration and Charisma of Animus had doubled the speed of the current objective, but there was still much more intricate and difficult tasks ahead for Animus and his Team, the work ahead, was still less than half way done.


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[Ultimatum]

Ultimatum was glad that work was being accomplished so quickly on the fighter. In truth he had had some pretty large numbers for the time that it would take. He was pleasantly surprised at the work being done in such a quick manner. It was good that the work was being done, an important first vessel to be created here. What would be next? A ship for Ultimatum? No, he already had two, both of which had been manufactured slowly in Progenitor Facility. Both were somewhat understrength compared to what was being built these days, compared to what was being built before him right now.

He walked quietly about, trying not to disturb [member="Animus Malgus"] as he worked. It was well done and Ultimatum looked forward to seeing the finished product. He wondered what the future of the vessel would be. Would it ride into battle at the front of legions of fighters? Or would it sit at the back of the fight and watch as the war unfolded? Ultimatum didn't know enough about Animus to make a decision.

 

[Mythos]

88 Hours into Construction.

Animus was now walking inside the ship... the insides of the ship were almost ready to be built and adjusted, He was now on his way to prepare the rear turret for construction. His eyes would close every once in a while... But the Caff he had gotten from a guard in Coruscant with a Fuzzy mustache opened them up every time and with fury with every sip of it's hot energizing taste. Soon enough he was on that Rear turret fast and agile, allready welding had commenced upon his command and his eyes were upon it like the Orbs of the Golden Hawk.

"Make sure the Transparisteel is see through and is wired to the locking system to acquire targets" Animus said while drinking from the Hot mug ready for the work ahead. "Yes Sir!" the men shouted back, they were in Unison, prepared and motivated their work continued. The Engines were adjusted and had been wired and prepared. The Turret was quickly loaded, locked, and ammunition was placed in the DC chamber.

"Good work gentlemen, now the life support systems which are located in the cargo wing, let's move!" Animus began running to the wing with his troops on his heels the work driving them on with Hoots and cheers. Within the Hour the Life support system equipment was all brought to the scene and it began to take shape. In the Cargo bay to the back end of the wall they began adjusting the Artificial gravity and life support system lines and programs, Animus worked while imitating, the electronics of the ship was nothing he was familiar with, but now he was getting on the job training and quickly realized that is was not that much different that the Now finished cockpit.

The work steamed on, Life support systems were now being installed, and Animus took the chance to begin planting the ramp and exit door of the Cargo bay wing. Quickly he was now supervising both projects at once, the Force Helped him once again as he slid a large Box of Tools and Materials up the Ramp with telekinesis. All eyes were on him... as the box stalled in the middle of the ramp and men came to lift it up as Animus waved them off.... He would show his men he was capable of more.

Both hands reached out to the Metal box that weighed more than he anticipated, as he slowly stepped back... the force straining him severely as the box began to crawl upwards the ramp. Again he focused taking another step back, and another,. The Box followed him again and again, upon reaching the top with a loud *Thump* it instigated a loud cheer from his men as they dove on the Box ripping out the materials and tools they needed... sweat dripped from his forehead, and a cut in his hand from a slip earlier dropped a single drop of blood on the floor. "we Still have a lot of work ladies and gents, save the cheers and celebrations for when we are done!" Animus said with a smile, he did not want celebrations yet, though he appreciated the gesture, he preferred work right now... nearing now the Middle way point.

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[Mythos]

102 hours into construction.

The time had come to start fleshing out the Details, Animus was eagerly working inside the ship surrounded by workers as they buzzed like a hive fleshing out the interiors. Finally his shipment of Durasteel arrived, it was perfect timing too, the insides of the cargo bay were going to be molded and insulated with Durasteel to protect cargo from direct blasts, the ammo storage inside of the cargo way, was molded through Durasteel, it made for an extra layer of protection to prevent the ammunition to go off. The Cargo bay was enough to hold a significant amount of pressure, and haul a great deal of size, tall and wide, the area of the cargo bay next to the ramp that opened from the wing was being outfitted with the tools and pulleys necessary to strap in cargo.

The Ammo lockers were next, Animus oversaw the implementation of 18 lockers of weapons, made from Durasteel, and housed them with individual Uniforms of troopers of the One Sith, and Standardized Weapons, including Thermal grenades, E-11 Blasters, and Standard blaster Pistols. While each of the lockers was being installed, Animus took a moment to drink and eat a bit of bread, his eyes were drooping, almost 4 days of constant work, but he would not give in, he would see the Blade Finished.... and he still had some work to do.

The Life Support systems were checked and calibrated, the Cargo bay insides were fleshed and carved out, the entire wing was finished say for the small details they were finishing in the locker area, before the cargo area, immediately inside the wing, which was openable from the inside. The Cargo bay also included Twin Restrooms, and a Single blurred Transparisteel Shower and Sink. Next to the Armor racks were 18 seats with straps for resisting turns while in the ship. With all 18 seats filled, and the 8 rooms inhabited, 8 prisoners kept and Animus, the Ship would maintain 34 passengers safely for a short period of time, Dogfight, and Load Cargo, the thought of this filled Animus with the energy to continue behind his exhaustion.

Animus moved slowly to continue welding the ammo rack, his workers around him in a pattern, suddenly he noticed one dropped of exhaustion, his No sleep til daylight mentality was seeping into the workers. As another worker took his place and he was dropped off to a corner and a blanket thrown on top of him, Animus smiled, knowing not one Bolt or screw was put on this ship without him overseeing it or without passion. It was good enough, Soon would come the fun part.

[member="Ultimatum"]

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[Ultimatum]

Ultimatum would have been appalled at the lack of set hours, if he had not been used to a nonstop working day for most of his life. He was surprised that [member="Animus Malgus"] had not fallen asleep from sheer exhaustion. There was much to do and Ultimatum would have paced the construction of the ship. He found Animus' method, while valiant, somewhat inefficient. He could understand the organic's want to complete the project, but he wondered how the man's health was affected by this lack of rest.

It was a good design for a ship and he looked forward to seeing the completed product. It was a question of which would give out first, all the men or the their leader. He was willing to bet that Animus would finish the ship before he needed to rest, but he also bet that the man would have those black rings around his eyes by then. It was an amazing sight though.

 

[Mythos]

118 Hours Into Construction.

Animus and all the workers rested for a bit noticing that the Ship, was almost complete, they could walk inside it now in the Cargo wing perfectly, now, On to the droid station and to finish off the final details of the Cockpit before moving on to the Next wing. Without really noticing Animus fell asleep for Hours and so did many of his workers, no one worked, no one made a sound....

A dark Energy sweeped among them like a blanket of shadow emanating from their pain and toil, feeding on their weariness and their Desire. The time that this was all happening the Ship had begun to project a Malevolent energy... a twist and perverted Malice of the Darkside was Born from their Nightmares, all who stood in the sleep that lasted what seemed infinity and eternity in a perpetual stillness of Darkness of death had dreams of Glory, Victory and the Desire to finish the ship. It was it that granted them sleep... to give them the energy to continue...

The Dark Malice of the Cortan Blade.... was Born.
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[Mythos]

124 Hours into Construction

Animus as the work Crew of the ship awoke almost in a rhythmical pattern, each with the strength of of a Monday morning to get Caffe. Their dreams had not yet been reminded to them because of the weariness of their bodies. Animus looked like nothing more than a Worker too, drinking Coffee with the Troops and having breakfast and lunch and dinner or everything else he could stomach. He was famished. In fact, they all were, they ate with the fury of a Tuka'ta pack everything that they could devour until they were all satisfied. Then they sat in a Durasteel bench outside looking at the Ship, the Cortan Blade in their eyes. It called to them subtly, gently, soothingly... like a whisper of a lover, or the promise of easy power. She needed to be Finished... she needed to be Primed and Set...
Animus was affected by this the most, he could now remember his nightmare before he woke up. Flying through the Air of space crashing down on the atmosphere of a Planet with the incomplete Ship, a voice yelling to him "Why didn't you finish me Animus? Why did you leave me incomplete?"




He now walked towards the Ship, ready to begin work anew. His strength and Stamina was now replenished, the Dark side engulfed him as he stepped inside the ship hastily and with great resolve. His men were equally refreshed and rested, their strength and speed not only giving them strength and power, but it was twice as determined and with s spurr of movement.
Rested, rejuvenated and empowered the Crew of the Blade went back to work. Animus began overseeing immediately the Final details inside the Cockpit, Automated Blasters everywhere. Of course, his Zion Autoblaster was mounted after that which took more time. Again he challenged himself with the Thought of [member="Darth Ophidia"].

As the Weapon came to be installed and the weapon components were placed, Animus helped put the pieces of the weapon together via telekinesis. Animus wanted nothing more than to increase his power in this skill and he was succeeding. This time instead of holding an Array in place he deliberately placed the entire weight of the main barrel of the weapon on himself, moving from the Ramp to the Left Wing of the ship. Moving the massive weapon was a difficult task in of itself, but placing it in the weapon socket required both Focus, and precision.
The weapon locked it's right part into the weapon slot on the ship as the soldiers began to adjust it into place and Animus began to push it and help them along, other workers accommodated the parts of the weapon and set it up. Only the Rooms remained, and Animus was well rested and Energized. So much so that noticing that the only work left on the Ship were the Rooms and sleeping quarters, he knew now was the time to send a little message to Chiss space.

"Legion II" Animus said to the Droid who was basically his second in command at the moment. "Send message to the Lady of House Chaf , and prepare for her arrival." Animus knew the droid would get to the job immediately.
"Well gentlemen! We are almost finished. Let's get to work!" ​

 

[Chaf’anta’natrano]

The Canary's Lament, a Chiss Star Destroyer, shimmered out of hyperspace in the orbit of Mustafar. Fantana, the Aristocra of House Chaf of Sarvchi had been called to the Outer Rim to pay Sith warrior, Animus Malgus, a visit at his Mustafar shipyard, a place known as Foresight. The handsome Nabooian Sith had another surprise for her, and she hoped that it was one that would make up for the trespassing that he did at her palace on Sarvchi.

Fantana was wearing a yellow and grey diplomatic robe, a traditional garment for her ruling house. Ever prepared for trickery, the Aristocra strapped on a nutrient pack with her Ysalamir Damasa clinging inside of it. With the Sith, one never knew. Around her neck she wore the Heart of the Sith, the exotic necklace that Animus had given her back on Sarvchi, as well as the Stygium earrings. His methods were strange, but upon assessment of the situation as well as consulting with some of her spies, Fantana was beginning to feel like the Sith meant no harm by the intrusion, however unorthodox it was. During the journey to Mustafar, she tried to keep her mind off of it, but when it wandered, she found herself confused and conflicted by her feelings towards the Sith. On the one hand, he was kind, attractive, and courageous. On the other hand, he was not Chiss, and her House expected nothing less out of a courtship.

A shuttle was prepared for the Aristocra Fantana's crew sent the Sith Lord a hail and explained that the Aristocra would be landing shortly. Soon, the shuttle floated into the hangar, folding up its wings and landing the Aristocra and her assistants and bodyguards safely inside the docking bay of the shipyard.

[member="Animus Malgus"]

 

[Mythos]

The Finishing Touches.

Animus' heart began to pound... She was here... She Came! Animus had begun to think that she would not come here, to the Outer Rim, to Mustafar of all places! It was a surprise for him that she arrived... the Star Destroyer parked in the hangar bay. She had arrived just in time for the Final touch to the Cortan Blade to be added.

To the Naked eye... There was no Cortan blade, there was no ship, Stygium Cloaking device hid it from the fight of anyone who beheld it, to Those who did not know it was there, would not know it was there. Animus had personally seen the finishing touches of the Cortan Blade as they were being brought, one by one the Rooms had been Finished. Even a room for [member="Kida Ravos"] to play in made entirely of Organic Material.
The Stage was set to receive the Lady of House Chaf. Before she docked Animus quickly made his way to his personal office and threw his clothes off diving naked into the shower to scrub every last part of Grime and Dirt and sweat off before she arrived.

When the Star Destroyer docked and set in the Docks and the Chiss Bodyguards began to step out Animus watched them while he got dressed with something formal and headed down to meet the Aristocrat his hair now free of grime and the smell of days work and now smelling quite fine and as if he was not a shipbuilder or a worker... But the Owner the Shipyard in Question.

Last time he met with Fantana he had made his way through her Palace uninvited and it ended in a less than... Spectacular way.. Animus was smitten by her, slaughtering all the Kings and all the Worlds of the Galaxy would be a small task indeed if she asked it of him today however, he had something else to show her, as well as something he needed the help of her Advisors for. The Last room the Cortan Blade would have is a room designed and Inspired by House Chaf and Animus wanted it to be designed in a way that Fantana would like, so. Why not have Her help in the design? The Cortan Blade was a Masterpiece of Engineering and shipbuilding, it was the work of Animus' life, it contained his heart and soul in every bolt, in every slab of Impervium Allow, in every inch of the ship. Sharing it with anyone was something he was not willing to do lightly, Fantana [member="Chaf’anta’natrano"] was Animus' Achilles Heel and Animus knew it.


He paced down and as ordered all Soldiers and personnel made a single file line to both sides of the entrance, Each holding the Insignia of Loom (representing Mustafar) and the Other of the One Sith (Representing Animus) Animus however had also ordered that the Banner of Naboo and House Chaf be sewn into a banner that floated in the Cortan Blades entrance and as such it appeared to be floating in mid air. Yellow Golden and Purple was the banner and Animus had designed it himself. His heart... pounded again like a war drum as he got closer to her, he noticed quickly that the Heart of the Sith was around her Necklace and it showed a color that was not the same one he saw it change to when she spoke to Kyle... That was good.

"My Lady" He said with a smile and a bow as he took her hand into his and kissed the top of her Hand as customary. His heart wanted to bust out of his chest when he noticed her ears were adorned with the pure Stygium he had given her. Fantana made him weak to his knees and weak to his words like no one else did, in Atrisia he had been able to sway a crowd yet this woman made his tounge twist and knot in ways undescribable even my Animus himself. "You look breathtaking" Animus said whispering it her in a tone so low she would have to read his lips. Animus clapped his hands and the Cortan blade's cloaking device deactivated to show the ship in all it's glory.

"If i may have the honor" Animus Smiled Offering her his hand to come aboard the ship leading to the Ramp.​

 

[Lief]

This world was suffocatingly warm. Kida had built up a great immunity to sudden shifts in temperature, but even so the likes of Mustafar was nothing she had ever experienced before, an ashy volcanic wasteland. The ground became extremely hot at certain times of the day, even within some of the insulated bunkers it was not easy to miss, and her hands bore the brunt of it. Everything around her was metal, like the terrifying monsters she had been subjected to travelling within in the past, and Kida felt out of place.

And to make matters worse the only familiar thing proved to be [member="Animus Malgus"] who was extremely busy at this point. So Kida had sat quietly in one corner of the room she had been provided with, whimpering and growling at irregular intervals. Sometimes she would run around the 'box' but that just tired her out without any of the benefits of racing around in grass.

Hearing running water, however, Kida bolted through the selection of rooms in search of the source. By the time she reached Animus' room he was already dressed and leaving, and Kida hid in the shadows so as not to be seen. Moments later she hurried into his refresher and rolled around in the water which remained in the shower basin; it was cool and relieved some of her discomfort. And besides, water was the only natural thing around here!

Finally she picked up on Animus' scent and followed him through the rooms until she stumbled upon him and... Someone with skin as blue as Jaxton's hair? She sat there for a moment, in the doorway, and stared. Then she ran over to her new found protector and pounced upon him, the way she did with Jax and Furry whenever they were around.

[member="Animus Malgus"]

 

[Chaf’anta’natrano]

Fantana was not sure what to expect from the summoning, but she did want to discuss a few matters with Animus regardless of what was on his agenda. The Sith named [member="Vengeance"] had gravely insulted and threatened her in her own palace, and she wanted him eliminated. Whatever Animus wanted, she was hoping that she could barter for the death of the man. Her glowing red eyes scanned the shipyard hangar, stopping to reflect on the strange floating banners that hung in mid air. Animus himself was dressed in, not the Nabooian robes he wore to her inaugural event, but a handsome suit, and for a human, he looked quite dashing.

"My Lord," said the Chiss, returning the cordial bow. "I thought about sneaking in and surprising you in your bedroom," the Aristocra joked dryly. "But ultimately decided that coming in through the hangar was better."

He told her that she looked breathtaking, and the Aristocra gave him the faintest trace of a smile. Her blue black hair was worn loose around her shoulders. She twirled a lock of it absently as the Sith clapped his hands together, revealing a starship. Red eyes widened in surprise. He asked if he may have the honor of taking her on board.

"Of course," she told him, placing her blue-skinned hand in his. Holding her skirt so that she did not trip, Fantana followed him up the ramp.

Soon, a tiny youngling came running out into the hangar and clung to Animus. The poor thing looked as if it had never seen a Chiss before.

[member="Kida Ravos"] [member="Animus Malgus"]