Shaidin Kamari
The buzz of the factory reverberated around the walls. Machines working on machines, constructs being built, an army being raised.. The maintenance crew of all of the consistent droids scurried around, especially in the presence of Lord Depravious which made them even more uncomfortable and on edge. They were already on edge from having to fill the order that he had put in for this custom made droid that was no going into mass production; however, Reiber Manufacturing wanted the business of the Sith Empire. A faction whom they thought would take over the galaxy should they so wish, the not only wanted the business, but the glory of being able to say their droids had a part in it.
What fools, always thirsty for power always thirsty for something that means nothing.. Money, power, glory, fame.. All of this is what Rieber Manufacturing seeks to gain, yet in the end they will lack the one thing that truly matters.. Lord Depravious thought for a moment as he walked through the great production lines that accompanied Rieber Manufacturing, they did live up to their name. They would deliver excellence if excellence was sought. Respect.. Honor.. Family.. All of these things Rieber Manufacturing would lack, something that Lord Depravious actually pitied them for. He would take no remorse on them, simply pity them for beliefs.
Now, do not take this the wrong way as if Lord Depravious had a soft spot, this he did not. He was one of the darkest beings to walk the galaxy and still his. Sadness looms around him in the force constantly, his aura feels as though it could take the happiness out of your very soul; however, Lord Depravious was a man of honor.. A man of respect. He believed that the Sith Lore of attempting to achieve perfection could never solely be taken by Maliciousness or Hatred. No in order to be the perfect warrior, or the perfect being.. You not only had to kill with maliciousness, hatred, and sadness but with honor, nobility, compassion.. Only then could a warrior of true hard achieve perfection among the Sith and among the Galaxy. When you understand what it feels like when you strip hope from a person, when you understand the darkness that you can plunge them into; that is what makes a perfect warrior.
As he stepped down through the factory he was lead by the leaders of the Manufacturing Corporation to the first droids to be finished. There were only a few as production hadn't begun too long ago; however, with mass production there was soon to be several thousand more. All seen ravaging the planets of the galaxy, at the bidding of Lord Depravious himself. A scowl resided on his face today as he examined the Droids. Shaidin eyed them over one by one; whilst the proud Neimoidian looked over his companies work. So sure of himself, so sure that his droids would be unparalleled to any other companies the Neimoidian held his chin high.
The only thing that uttered from Lord Depravious' mouth this day was, "Very good." The words snapped off of his tongue as he spoke them and looked to the Neimoidian sharpening his gaze to the man he simply continued to scowl for a moment. "Tell me Neimoidian, have you ever lost someone that you loved so dearly, because of a another man's irrational actions?" Lord Depravious' scowl worsened to the man as he began to step forwards The cape that flowed around his body that held tight to his shoulders drug along the ground. "I have a name-.." The Neimoidian spoke in their usually butchered basic; however, he was cut off by Shaidin Kamari. "I realize this, I asked you a question as well." The man realizing that he couldn't start this with Lord Depravious simply answered. "No, I have not." Finally a slight smirk came across Lord Depravious' face that seemed rather snide to the other man. "Then how could you create an army to destroy that hope and that fire in others?" Lord Depravious turned his head to the man before slightly ticking his neck to the side waiting for an answer.
The man merely looked down to the ground, no matter what answer he gave it would be the wrong one..
Lord Depravious looked upwards taking a deep breath in. The sounds of sparks flying, the heat from the machines being created resonated within the factory. All of these Lord Depravious took in as he closed his eyes and arched his chin upwards to take in the smells. The aroma's of musty machines filled his nose.. This was also the smell of war to Lord Depravious. A smell that he loved, a smell that he thrived on. He was not thirsty for war by any means, simply ready for the coming wars. Apocalyptic plight was coming, and Lord Depravious planned on being at the forefront of it all; laying his life on the line every moment of it.
What fools, always thirsty for power always thirsty for something that means nothing.. Money, power, glory, fame.. All of this is what Rieber Manufacturing seeks to gain, yet in the end they will lack the one thing that truly matters.. Lord Depravious thought for a moment as he walked through the great production lines that accompanied Rieber Manufacturing, they did live up to their name. They would deliver excellence if excellence was sought. Respect.. Honor.. Family.. All of these things Rieber Manufacturing would lack, something that Lord Depravious actually pitied them for. He would take no remorse on them, simply pity them for beliefs.
Now, do not take this the wrong way as if Lord Depravious had a soft spot, this he did not. He was one of the darkest beings to walk the galaxy and still his. Sadness looms around him in the force constantly, his aura feels as though it could take the happiness out of your very soul; however, Lord Depravious was a man of honor.. A man of respect. He believed that the Sith Lore of attempting to achieve perfection could never solely be taken by Maliciousness or Hatred. No in order to be the perfect warrior, or the perfect being.. You not only had to kill with maliciousness, hatred, and sadness but with honor, nobility, compassion.. Only then could a warrior of true hard achieve perfection among the Sith and among the Galaxy. When you understand what it feels like when you strip hope from a person, when you understand the darkness that you can plunge them into; that is what makes a perfect warrior.
As he stepped down through the factory he was lead by the leaders of the Manufacturing Corporation to the first droids to be finished. There were only a few as production hadn't begun too long ago; however, with mass production there was soon to be several thousand more. All seen ravaging the planets of the galaxy, at the bidding of Lord Depravious himself. A scowl resided on his face today as he examined the Droids. Shaidin eyed them over one by one; whilst the proud Neimoidian looked over his companies work. So sure of himself, so sure that his droids would be unparalleled to any other companies the Neimoidian held his chin high.
The only thing that uttered from Lord Depravious' mouth this day was, "Very good." The words snapped off of his tongue as he spoke them and looked to the Neimoidian sharpening his gaze to the man he simply continued to scowl for a moment. "Tell me Neimoidian, have you ever lost someone that you loved so dearly, because of a another man's irrational actions?" Lord Depravious' scowl worsened to the man as he began to step forwards The cape that flowed around his body that held tight to his shoulders drug along the ground. "I have a name-.." The Neimoidian spoke in their usually butchered basic; however, he was cut off by Shaidin Kamari. "I realize this, I asked you a question as well." The man realizing that he couldn't start this with Lord Depravious simply answered. "No, I have not." Finally a slight smirk came across Lord Depravious' face that seemed rather snide to the other man. "Then how could you create an army to destroy that hope and that fire in others?" Lord Depravious turned his head to the man before slightly ticking his neck to the side waiting for an answer.
The man merely looked down to the ground, no matter what answer he gave it would be the wrong one..
Lord Depravious looked upwards taking a deep breath in. The sounds of sparks flying, the heat from the machines being created resonated within the factory. All of these Lord Depravious took in as he closed his eyes and arched his chin upwards to take in the smells. The aroma's of musty machines filled his nose.. This was also the smell of war to Lord Depravious. A smell that he loved, a smell that he thrived on. He was not thirsty for war by any means, simply ready for the coming wars. Apocalyptic plight was coming, and Lord Depravious planned on being at the forefront of it all; laying his life on the line every moment of it.