The new Army

[S.A.P.T.D]

S.A.P.T.D sat in his metal throne, in a high tower above Raxus Prime, two hand-built, barely functional battle droids next to him. His face showed little emotion, as it was hard for a droid to do so. He sat silently, slightly impatient, but silent nonetheless. he would wait. There was nothing else he could really do. He would have to wait, wait for someone to come in response to his posters, which read out as follows:​

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LOOKING FOR BATTLE DROID MANUFACTERER.​

Looking for manufacturer capable of producing battle droids in large quantities.​

Meet in Raxus Prime-Droid Tower.​

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Droid tower was S.A.P.T.D's home, in a way. It was his base, and it was easily noticed in the rather ruined world of Raxus Prime. Anyone who came should find it easy to spot it, and hopefully somebody would come soon.​

 

[Brin Vext]

Brins ship broke out of hyperspace into the Raxus system. the waist world of Raxus Prime loomed ahead. from a distance the planet almost looked like a desert but as the ship drew closer the red lights of a thousand smelting fires could be seen all over the planet, entire continents made of scrap metal shone in the sunlight and acid or other waste products pooled to form lakes.

"what a pitiful planet this is" Brin stroked his beard as he looked out the viewing window. the ship had dropped down into the atmosphere and now was flying past mountains of junk.
a voice rang out from the coms "we are approaching the tower sir"

 

[S.A.P.T.D]

The coms channel blurted out a voice. Someone was coming. Peering out the window with his enhanced vision, S.A.P.T.D spotted a ship coming in. It seemed like a merchant's ship, which made S.A.P.T.D believe that this was his man. Rather impatient now, the Droid stood up, striding to the elevator, which would take him to the Fifteenth floor, the highest floor with a landing pad. The elevator played a decaying and old song as the droid stood, waiting to reach his destination. As the doors slid open, he walked onto the pad, his metal feet clinging and throwing dust into the air.​

"Here he is." He would say, hoping he was right. Arms crossed, he awaited the man's landing.​

 

[Brin Vext]

the ship touched down and Brin made his way down the boarding ramp. he was wearing the chest and legs of his old combat armour, this world was harsh and it seemed right to dress accordingly. the armour had been cleaned and repaired a lot since his days as a soldier so Brin still pulled of quite a respectful appearance as he made his way across the dusty landing pad. flanked by 2 G2s on ether side Brin approached [member="S.A.P.T.D"], he had never done business with a droid before, but credits are credits.

 

[S.A.P.T.D]

His mechanical eyes followed the figure, dressed in some sort of combat armor, as he strode across the platform towards him. Behind him where to droids of his own creation, something which instantly forced S.A.P.T.D to admire him. But he was weary of his battle armor. He knew it was more likely than not due to the planet's conditions, but it still looked as if he was ready to fight. This was the [member="Brin Vext"] from the Vext Industries. S.A.P.T.D knew him well enough, though it was the first time doing business with him. He walked forward in a slow manner, somewhat lagging as his legs lifted and then went down, stomping on the ground, as if his body was rusted and broken.​

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"Good day, human." He would greet, bowing low before rising up again, "I believe that you are here to manufacter droids for me, correct?"​