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[Darth Eversor]

Alderaan, Phrik Deposit.​

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//IMPERIAL ORDER #17. OBTAIN PHRIK FOR THE USAGE OF REDACTED. AWAIT THE ARRIVAL OF ONE CAPTAIN HANS VAIDEN; END MESSAGE.//​

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Detritus stood in a stoic manner just as he always does during these occasions. It was by the order of Captain Hans Vaiden that an outpost be set up so that they may extract Phrik; a resource commonly found upon the bodies of those that did not wish to endure much or any harm - namely Sith, but that was a different story altogether. The monstrosity awaited the arrival of the captain in order to understand exactly why he wanted such an ore, rather, what he wanted to make of it.

Patching into a particular frequency, Detritus spoke a message to Hans. "I'd advise you to double-time it. I didn't come down here just to stand and process the millions of reasons why I find it erroneous to obtain this material. Are you humans that scared of taking blows?"

The creature's voice was monotone at best, but the captain would more than likely pick up on the fact that he was being heavily snarky and impatient. Perhaps Detritus was more human than he would like to accept.

And so the monstrosity kept waiting. And waiting some more.

[member="Hans Vaiden"]

 

[Hans Vaiden]

Hans loved it when people - and things - waited on him, it made the man feel exponentially more important than he really was. At least he liked to thing like that, being the commanding officer of more than forty thousand souls fed fatty things to one's ego, and it was more than apparent in Captain Hans Vaiden. Currently, he was seated in an armored speeder and was dutifully making his way down the craggy terrain with haste. Several APCs trailed after the lead vehicle and several shuttles and dropships filled with construction materials were coming soon.

"Easy boy, I'm heading there now. No need to get so antsy, Papa will be there soon." Two could play at that snarkiness game and he knew all too well that Detritus loathed being submissively shunned in such a way. Then he mentioned taking blows, Hans smiled. The only blows he enjoyed taking were the ones from his lover.

The little motorcade rolled up into the valley with impunity, just as the dropships rumbled overhead and began offloading supplies. With the swiftness and discipline only beheld by the Imperial military, dozens of engineers and logistical personnel began to file out of their vehicles and get to work immediately. Blueprints and forward plans had already been made for this fairly small escapade. Hans didn't desire a massive mining complex just yet, only some small, sturdy outpost to generate enough Phrik for his newest secret endeavor.

[member="Detritus"]

 

[Darth Eversor]

"Don't ever say that again." The monstrosity caught a glimpse of the captain as he pulled through with a number of vehicles - such an important man deciding to do business with what everyone deemed a cold-blooded murderer. It was quite the curious situation all by itself, really. Detritus was none the wiser as to why Hans wanted him here just to oversee a mining operation - perhaps there were some antsy workers that got out of line sometimes? Who knows. The only thing that kept the creature around was the for the fact that a new weapon was going to be made; Detritus liked weapons.

The creation turned from where he was standing and watched as the entourage arrived. Most of the workers that came with Hans seemed a bit unsettled by the appearance of a lone man standing out in the distance with a skull for a face, but then again, that kind of reaction was typical for those that had just met the monstrosity. Why Sylvanan didn't design him to be pretty? The galaxy would may never know.

"Would you care to relay the information you have regarding the need for this metal? I wish to record the schematic for future study."

This was merely a reminder to show that Detritus cared for more than just murder. That other 10% being weapon design and functionality.


[member="Hans Vaiden"]

 

[Hans Vaiden]

Hans only smiled as the monstrosity of a creature strode up to him, seemingly malicious even in his kindest moments. Though this wasn't exactly a kind moment, he was much more temperamental and collected as opposed to shooting up a metric truckload of drugs and then ripping some enemy combatant in half with his bare hands. Captain Vaiden had to admit, the thing got results when they were desired, though he doubted if the thing was fully intact. Mentally intact, to be exact.

The small army of engineers and their combat support staff were already working, using old prefabricated materials to erect a quick foundation before setting up the rest of the small mining complex. It wasn't to be too large or too heavily funded, just something speedily fabricated for immediate use. Even Detritus, the monster, wondered of its use and purpose.

"Have you ever seen a Sith fall in battle? A Jedi, or anyone attuned to the Force?" Hans shook his head, "I'll assume that's a no, and it's a no for me as well and I've been in this navy for a decade. They're naturally resilient in all circumstances and I'm developing something to shorten their lifespan by a massive margin."

The Captain turned back to Detritus. "Ever heard of the Dark Trooper Project?"

[member="Detritus"]

 

[Darth Eversor]

"Dark Troopers were an attempt to deal with the shortage of trained troopers, correct?" Detritus had only ever studied this project once; they weren't the most fascinating of Imperial experiments, yet they held their own value and uniqueness. The creation had this complex of placing himself above most other creations and projects simply because of his computer-like processor of a brain. Despite him being a drug addicted psycho, he actually managed to carry himself rather well. In a totally creepy serial killer way.

The monster watched as the men went to work, not taking a moment of hesitation in anything they did. Humans truly were quite capable of being useful when they needed to be, well, that is when they weren't being idiots that breed even slower and less appealing versions of themselves. Detritus thought they all looked alike, honestly. He did think about the captain's question however. And truthfully, no. The creation hadn't seen a single one Force user fall in battle. Not unless they were severely overwhelmed or shot in the face with a slugthrower.

"Shortening lifespans is my life's work, captain. Please, go on..."

Hans had the creature's curiosity, but now he had his full attention.


[member="Hans Vaiden"]

 

[Hans Vaiden]

Of course this man's life work was killing people. When you mention one's primary purpose in life and how you can help them get better at it, you always garnered their supreme attention. Judging from the way the skull-faced abomination was looking at him, Hans had successfully tamed the beast for the moment. The Captain was admittedly terrified of the hulking beast standing before him, clearly knowing that his neck could be snapped in an instant. But as of late, that fear was just a dull memory.

"The Dark Trooper Project was a program designed to create the ultimate, supreme warrior model for the Empire. It combined the ingenuity, creativity, and uniqueness of an organic with the discipline, superior strength and dexterity, and technical knowledge of droids." Green eyes wafted over the engineers making their finishing touches on the building, with more supplies and mining equipment being dropped in by shuttles. "With Mister Tal'verda's cloning technology, the Yuuzhan Vong shaping techniques, and wide assortment of cybernetic enhancements at our disposal, we'll be unstoppable."

Hans sighed contentedly and folded his arms over. "I assume you'll be wanting to accompany me throughout this whole endeavor, correct?"

[member="Detritus"]

 

[Darth Eversor]

Like a kid in a candy store, Detritus became evermore enthralled by the deepening of the conversation. A new creation that could potentially slay that which refused death itself? A splendid gesture to the galaxy, Detritus might say. The beast had no intention of harming the captain or any of the workers present. He was actually very docile due to a sedative he took prior to the meeting.

"I'm certain my creator will be open for discussion. But I quite like this idea..."

Detritus casually picked up a rock that was at his feet and examined it, thinking about all the possibilities that could come as a result of such a success. With both himself and the captain, they could truly aspire to create something that the galaxy had never seen before in terms of power and sheer dominance. Control would be theirs, and those that titled themselves as "greater than thou" would bend a knee before such might.

"And you assume correctly, captain."

[member="Hans Vaiden"]

 

[Hans Vaiden]

Hans waved a hand at the small facility being constructed. "We need this Phrik to be able to adequately construct the armor of these new supersoldiers. It's light, more durable than most other metals and alloys, and it can withstand even blows from a lightsaber." The Captain peered at the men hoisting the mining equipment into the building, setting up electronics and establishing a sufficient source of energy for all of their needs. Several solar panels had been propped up, more engineers began locating prime spots for excavating, and everything seemed to move smoothly.

"And I'm quite pleased with your choice to assist me. You've got a much more.. innovative mind when it comes to exterminating those kind of beings and your work has impressed me this far." Hans grinned at the skull-face, "Know how to do anything else besides kill?"

[member="Detritus"]

 

[Darth Eversor]

"Designing schematics for weapons and innovating technologies that improve battle statistics. I can formulate battle plans and algorithms that allow for optimal survival in many situations as well. Computers and other various technologies are also things I find myself experienced with. Not to mention firearms and martial arts."

Detritus was quite content with himself - about as content as an emotionless cyborg could be. The work of the other humans managed to keep impressing him and just how quickly they could carry out their tasks. Almost a bit of a distraction, really. The creation still wasn't very thrilled with the idea of having to hide behind a shell that made all other close-quarter maneuvers useless. But then again, seeing fear was also something that intrigued the monstrosity. He still didn't quite understand emotions, they were fickle and caused many unnecessary actions to take place.

All things Detritus would learn in time. In fact, he learned something new about humans each day.

[member="Hans Vaiden"]

 

[Hans Vaiden]

These creations would be crucial to the survival of man himself in this great, wide galaxy. Hans desired for these manufactured men and women to be used as tools of order and justice, to restore peace within the universe by delivering those self-proclaimed demi-gods to Hell and vanquishing all other foes. Dark Troopers were the ultimate endgame policy in existence and only a select few of individuals even knew about these plans - mainly just Detritus, Sylvanan, and Hans himself. The engineer battalion and their logistics assets merely knew this assignment as a resource sustainment project.

"I'm glad to have you with us, Detritus. I look forward to creating these men and women and ushering forth a new age in the galaxy. The Age of Progress, of Rebellion." The building and mining outpost was almost completed. All it required was some finishing touches to ensure everything was grounded, electronic subsystems were safely hooked up, and that all each piece of the prefabricated materials were in their places. Once that was finished, operations would begin immediately.

"We're creating something revolutionary to life itself." The Captain peered up at the monster. "We're our own Gods."

[member="Detritus"]