Haiiro Kishi is a scientist and inventor for the Seperatists. He is in charge of furthering technological and scientific knowledge. He is, however, considered to be crazy due to his love for seeing enemies suffer and for his 'special and personal' d...
Turmoil has engulfed the Galactic Republic. The taxation of trade routes to outlying star systems is in dispute. Hoping to resolve the matter with a blockade of deadly battleships, the greedy Trade Federation has stopped all shipping to the small planet of Naboo. While the congress of the Republic endlessly debates this alarming chain of events, the Supreme Chancellor has secretly dispatched two Jedi Knights, the guardians of peace and justice in the galaxy, to settle the conflict....
A ship is seen approaching a large blockade of ships orbiting the planet of Naboo. The ship is a sleek shape of a silver colour with yellow lines and glowing parts.
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Inside the ship, we see a shadowed figure in a dark room repairing a droid like figure. The door behind him opens to reveal a red skinned twi'lek female in minimum clothing. She has a robotic left arm, cybernetic left eye, and a crown-like headrest. She stands there for a minute, just watching the shadowed man work.
Shadow: I've always enjoyed repairing things. Making improvements, fixing them. It really puts into perspective just how fragile we are.
Twi'lek: How so?
Shadow: Well, organic beings evolve over millions of years. Technological devices, if placed in the right hands, could "evolve" in a few decades time. Less so when in the hands of someone who knows how to evolve it. Maybe that's why I prefer machines over organics; they can be altered to fit a purpose.
Twi'lek: Is that why you enjoy being in some sort of lab all the time?
Shadow: Maybe... You usually don't like the smell of burnt wires, any reason you decided to pop in?
Twi'lek: We've arrived at the blockade.
A smirk grows along the shadow's face, as if it's coming from nothingness.
Shadow: Good. Take us in. I need to make sure those Neimoidians know what they're doing. Why my master decided to recruit them and not anyone else is beyond me.
Twi'lek: Agreed. I'll go take us in now, unless you would care to join me up front~?
Shadow: Maybe another time, my dear. You wouldn't want your skin smelling like oil, would you?
Twi'lek: Fine, but you owe me~
The Twi'lek leaves as the door shuts, trapping the room in an all consuming darkness. The Shadow seems to not mind as he finishes working on the body on his table. After a few finishing touches, he restarts the body as it leaps in the air. Once it clings to the ceiling, a loud, piercing shriek sounds as a yellow, acidic-like substance drips to the floor. The Shadow shows no reaction other than an uneven smile of pure sadistic joy...
