Grudge concealed the sensation to shrug off [member="Darth Mephirium"]'s hand. The Grutt disliked physical contact, and being the rather grotesque abomination he was, he didn't have to worry about until now. "I'll be sure to remember that, Mephirium." Suddenly, the facility was bustling with, presumably, his new staff and work force. Another looong puff was in order, ahh..these were good times indeed. It reminded him of approximately 200 years ago, when eager interns and experienced scientists first came into his now abandoned, old lab.
The Grutt peered over toward him, momentarily, then resumed to discussing the matter at hand. "Though my mutants have a price, my allegiance does not. Nor, does my friendship, might I need. I'll be the first to take you down a notch or two should your ego start to inflate too much, Mephirium." He coughed, leaning to the side whilst chuckling. "I might pay for it with a blaster between my noggin', but HEY! What are friends for?" The Grutt continued his chuckle before his intentions were questioned, and just as quickly he grimaced.
"You see, Mephirium, I've dedicated centuries to creating what you see behind me. Failure, after failure, research upon entries of research. I grew mad with the idea of evolution. Becoming something greater. I gave up my bussiness, I sold those dear to me.." His gaze suddenly pierced through Mephirium, almost as if looking past the man before him entirely and into his past. "I developed a serum, a mutation serum more specifically. I had hopes of creating a new line of evolutionary creatures and monsters for war. For battle. To issue a new age sculpted in revolutionary evolutions." He coughed abit, wiping his mouth with a tendril. "I scheduled a meeting with the most renounced scientists in the galaxy. They would aid me produce the mutants on a grand-scale. However, the location of our meeting was leaked. Men and droid alike stormed in on us, striking down what little men I had with no remorse."
"I found myself a rolling head staring at my hutt carcass laying on the ground." His teeth began to clinch as he spoke, his body pulsating vigorously. The Grutt grew more furious with each word spoken. "They robbed me of centuries of work. Centuries of development. Still, 200 years later, I float before you now with a vendetta. A mission brought to an abrupt stop long ago. I do what I do in the name of evolution, and well..the beauty of bringing something into the world that shouldn't exist by ordinary means. This passion and hatred has festered for 200 years, my friend, and I'll be damned if I stop now before I revolutionize this world with creatures of mass destruction!"