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The Return of the Dark Region Businessman

The Dark Region Viceroy
A large tattered up trade transport holding the faded symbols of the once recognizable Unkted Trade Conglomerate insignia landed on the landing pad. There were warn scars and what looked like animal claw marks on the landers armor. The power of such beast must have been destructive and resonate fear into those who witnessed it. The lander touched down on the pad as alarms rang all over the once mighty HQ of the UTC.

Medical personal rushed to the base of lander as it slowly opened its loading bay. The transport was large, able to carry tons of cargo and supplies to and from orbit. The medics and other personal were shocked to only find 6 men carrying a stretcher and several droids scattered across the cargo bay floor. There weren't members of the security team, or even men that were suppose to guard anything. They were no more then laborers and crew from the ship above.

One of the men dressed as a Crew Worker yelled out, "The Viceroy is in critical condition, he's been poisoned by some kind of acidic stuff, the docs on the ship said its eating away at his lungs and skin," they rushed down the bay doors and the medical team rushed with him into the base, "He's been in a bacta tank for 3 hours but it's only stopped the process, or that's what the docs have said."
 
Once they entered a medical room where the real doctors could get a look at the tattered up man they put him in another Bacta Tank for him to stop the decline of the poison eating away at his body. The viceroy was still very much knocked out by the drugs the ships doctor gave him.

The lead doctor and personal doctor to the Viceroy himself walked up the the crewman who brought him in, "What happened, we thought the planet the Viceroy was visiting was uninhabited, the fleets been gone for over a year?"

The crew, looking tired and exhausted tried to gather words. Their clothes were worn, as if they sometimes slept in them, and one of two had full grown beards. Such a thing wasn't against regulations, but they looked untended, even the men with who didn't have beards looked more prickly then clean shaven. The men vibrated with feelings of exhaustion and unwillingness to go back, that much was for sure. Then one of the men spoke up, "We thought so as well, everything was fine for the first few days, until a scouting patrol found an underground cave that had signs of valuable ore in it, the viceroy sent in a contingent to search it and after a week didn't hear anything." he paused at his words, as if that wasn't the worst of it all, "Soon after the viceroy himself lead most of the rest of the exploration team down into the pits of the world to search for the missing squads he sent before him, the rest of the orbiting fleet waited to hear back but nothing, the ship captains argued about control and the fleet splintered after 4 month of searching, marine teams and Mercs all went to the surface to find the viceroy, but only handfuls came back, soon after the fleet splintered, mercs left and soldiers joined the leaving ships to go home, as the year drew closer, only 3 ships were left of our great fleet." He paused again, but with a sigh of relief, "when the teams found the viceroy, he was alone, his skin was pealed off and he was crawling to the rescue team, his lasted words before fainting were, there all dead, we riches him here as fast as we could and spared no power except for nothing but the engines."
 
The doctor listening to the words of this sailor clinger to every word of his story, it wasn't as he though. He had hopped the rescue team had found out what poison was in the viceroy, but no such luck. The United Trade Conglomerate fell into chaos after rumors of the Viceroy death spread like wildfire, soon even the chair women left and everything spiraled downward. Builds were still operational within the Conglomerate Trade Empire, but employees weren't getting payed and pirates constantly raided their shipment as their alliance with the Hutt Cartel had vanished. Contracts were still unplaced because of the Chair Women's planning and extended their contracts. Also droid controlled buildings were still working at maximum capacity, but were on the verge of failing should the shipments of power cells not make their destination, which as of late was always a concern. The Viceroys return was a blessing as he would restore order, but the next problem was to keep him alive.

The doctor nodded his head as the men finished their stories of the disaster that would be later known as the "Third Fleets Disaster". He returned to his patient and looked for a solution that would garintee this mans health. Luckily Umbrella Interest was once a Medical Supply company and had enough supplies and know how to get the job done. Not knowing the poison though was very unlucky and could take a few more weeks before they could geneticly trace the origin of such a poison. He set into his work and left the Viceroy stay within the bounds of the Bacta Tank the kept him alive.
 
It had only been a few weeks, yet members of the supply Corp were already noticing him that the Bacta Supply's were on short supply. He wouldn't have the time he needed to finish the genetic trace he needed to find an solution to the poison. He had to come up with a solution to keep this very important person alive. If he was to die, so would the UTC.

He rushed to the engineers office to see if they could make a suit to keep the man alive and active while the science team looked for a cure. As he ran down the halls he knew the chance was slim, but the chance would have to be taken as it was no short statement that he needed to live. The company that lead this organization was once a leading Medical Supplier to the civilian and refugee population. If anyone could keep them alive, the Umbrella Interest Engineers and Scientist could.

He rushed into the office and ordered an emergency meeting with the Cheif Engineer to discuss if it was possible.
 
The Doctor meet relayed the truth at the engineers feet, the viceroy was dying, and the science and medical team were on the back heels on this one, they needed more time. As he finished and laid out what he needed, the Cheif looked and thought. As he finished the thought he rushed over to a digital file cabinet and put some files onto his datapad and rushed back. On the engineering table he placed several items out. "Leave it to us."

The items on the table were Soak Cloth, Liquid Herbs, Assisted Rebreather, Reg Shot, Zultec Ultra-Anium, and DZ Conductor. All products and ores the Conglomerate had under their control. It just might work.
 
The armor was made with external armor of Zeltec Utra-Anium, strengthened and sealed to protect from outside oxygen entering the cracks of normal armor and contaminating the body. An exoskeleton was placed within the frame to keep Jaster frail body from over us wand the heavy components, this exoskeleton was powered by DZ Conductor batteries. The doctors would then be working on the rest of the body, using Soak Cloth to stop the pealing of the skin and stop unneeded bleeding. The Liquide Herbs would keep Jaster from not only dieing, but also stop the man from being in agonizing pain, they would be placed in an auto injector within the armor placed in seperate places and be able to resupply through piping. The Assisted Rebreather was to regulate the mans breathing and allow only filtered oxygen to enter the lungs and stop the spread of the poison as it would be modified to mix in Bacta in gas form to heal the scaring in the lungs. There was even talk of replacing the mans lungs, but that was quickly expelled. The Reg Shot would keep the patient from entering shock from all the medicine being pumped into his body and also regenerate any lost skin cells for the acidic poison to eat at.

The engineering team worked for weeks to build the suite as the Medical team slowly ran out of Bacta to keep the man in a constant stasis. Soon they had to switch to Kolto, which was more expensive and tougher to get. Still, it stopped the spread of the poison.
 
The suit was finished, after weeks of preparation and every department working on nothing but building and keeping the viceroy alive. What would have taken months or years only took 2 months and 3 weeks to create. The doctors pulled the man out of the regenerative bath and began to apply the needed medical attention.

It took several hours before the doctors and surgeons to completely stop the spread of the poison using the medical equipement they had in hand. Some even created new techniques to stop the spread. Unfortunately the right arm which seemed to be the epicenter of the spread was to be amputated and replaced with a cybernetic arms. Beside that everything else went as planned and the spread of the poison was slowed to a halt. Filtered oxygen and regular intervauls of Reg Shot kept the man in a state of neutrality.

The armor was wiped down in a containment clean room, made sure that no bacteria or even a cell of anything would be found in the suit. This alone took a few hours to do, and a squadron of medical professionals. As the last of the checks were done Jaster was slowly transported to the clean room via cleaned tunnels made spotless before hand. The importants of this man was understated as they were always in fear of the new threat the viceroy didn't know about. They moved with hast and caution.
 
The medical team got Jaster into the clean room, the engineers that were needed were placed in a minimalistic capacity. They didn't need a room full of people so only those who needed to be there were. With only 15 people in a large room, it still felt crowded. That many people were of course around a single person influential person. The pressure was now on, many of the medical team were now in their 8th hour of high pressure medical procedure, they were on their last stretch.

The exoskeleton needed to be linked directly into the viceroys brain, allowing him quick response times and act as natural as using his own arms and legs, no lag time. This required professional Neurosurgeons and Engineers to get the procedure done on time and before any leaks in the rooms containment were hazardous. Jaster was still unconscious and pain meds were I place to reduce the pain of the implants. He was carefully placed in the armor and closed within it, special Umbrella Containment Suits were lined between the person and the armor as an extra layer of protection. Taken off the meds that kept him asleep it would only take hours before he would wake and see what he had become. They could do nothing but wait.
 
Jasters eyes opened, the high pressure oxygen made it almost perfect for him to see through the red lights that light up his eyes. His skin was itchy and felt like it was burning, but more uncomfortable then painful. He tried to lift his head but he couldn't budge, then a man wearing a containment suits loomed over him, "Good, your awake, sir," Jaster recognized that voice, it was his personal doctor. "Lord Viceroy, what is the last thing you remember?"

The doctor pressed a button and electronic locks slid open, Jaster was now able to sit up, the he felt a pain in the back of his head, but as he moved, he heard rotors and motors start up. Then he realized it, he was in a suit of some kind, he patted his chest and it was true. He didn't over exaggerating, he knew that would make his situration worse. He calmly but with anger lingering in his voice began to speak, "What have I become Doc?" His voice was robotic, stiff, he didn't like that.

The doctor took a step back, the correct move Jaster thought to himself. "I'm sorry sir, it was the only way to keep you alive after you were brought to us, please forgive my insolence Lord Viceroy."

Jaster stood, he was a few inchers taller then he was before, he could tell. He almost fell from the mer pain but kept to his feet by his will power. The suit was easy to move, and felt light weight, good design as well, but he noticed yet another problem, he couldn't feel his right arm. "What happened to my arm?"

The doctor bowed his head lower, "We were forced to replace it with cybernetics due to..."

Jaster swung at the doctor hitting him with a massive backhand with his new cybernetic arm. His genetic beauty, was now ruined by his new robotic body. He looked apon what he had done and the doctor was now against the wall blood dripping from his contsinment mask. Jaster had killed his doctor, and he felt no regreat. He started to walk and gritted his teeth through the pain. Opening the door to the clean room engineers and doctors nodded and wished him quick health. He continued on his path.
 
Jaster walks to his office, long abandoned and infested with cobwebs. Inside his new suit such a thing didn't bother him and he walked through them without a care. Inside his office everything was turned off, and powered down, he walked out ass them to his window that looked over the horizon of Conglomerste Prime. He stood there in his new power armor that kept his disease from killing him, overlooking the skyline he one discovered years ago.

He turned to his computer terminal and began to read up on the news he missed.
 

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