Laboratory

*A noisy entrance alerts all that the Machine Lord had finally arrived at his destination. Commodore Starkiller entered the room, pausing only to scan the inhabitants. His sensors read the droid and verified it as having a 1% threat level to the Machine Lord. Anything below 10% was deemed ignorable. In a loud metallic voice, the Commodore addressed the sole occupant of the room.*

*Mechanical tone* So this is to be my new frame? Yes, I can see the improvements and upgrades you've made. Most impressive, you serve the Eye well drone, and you shall be rewarded for your efforts. Eternal servitude to the Almighty Eye will be your reward, and continued existence is the blessing I lay upon you. I trust you will delete the schematics for this frame once my programming has been downloaded into it. Otherwise I will have to erase your programming.

*The Mechanical Monstrosity stomped over to the new frame and released a data jack from his left arm. The war droid inserted it into the new frame and stood beside it. Turning his iron cast head towards K4, he spoke in his usual cold and ominous tone.*

*Mechanical tone* Prepare for the download of the Starkiller Virus from my frame to this new one.

*K4 connects the War Droid to the fully completed Starkiller Unit(v6.7.9-Alpha) Mk-V Starkiller begin his transfer.*

*The Machine Lord, Commodore Starkiller's photo-receptors began to dim and shut off completely as his viral programming was transferred from one mechanical frame to the next. A new life flowed into the new Starkiller Unit, one of malevolent rage and an all consuming desire to see the Eye's work done. The mind behind the viral programming was mad, insane and psychotic some had said. But the Commodore didn't see it this way, instead he thought of it as pure intelligent decision making. Serving the Almighty Eye and purifying its enemies was the only logical choice of work left in the galaxy, and he was a machine after all. Was not logic to be a part of his programming? Though perhaps somewhere along the line something had gone wrong when the original codes were written, something that caused the Commodore to be as he was. His hatred for organic life for one instance, where had that come from? The higher lords of the NOE, and even the Almighty Eye's great manifestation, the Lord of War, was a being of organic nature. So why did the Mechanical Monstrosity have a all consuming hatred for beings of the flesh? It had to be an error in his programming, something that was either written incorrectly or that had occurred during a power surge or transfer. That made the greatest deal of sense.

Not that such feelings towards organic beings were felt all the time. For instance, all his brothers and sisters of the Eye were exempt from this hatred he felt. The Machine Lord was in awe of their power, and was unable to raise an arm against any one of them unless ordered to by the Eye's holy manifestation, Lord Bacca. He physically couldn't do it, even if a desire had been there, for his loyalty programming prevented him from thinking such thoughts or performing such tasks. In fact, had he ever been ordered to destroy a brother or sister of the Eye, there was a good chance his circuitry would overload and he was shut down. That was how strong the loyalty circuitry was, it was a part of his core programming. Which was good for the NOE, as it meant that they had a servant who would never betray them, nor think disloyal thoughts, nor question their orders. Had Commodore Starkiller been ordered to destroy himself, he would do so without hesitation. The Almighty Eye's work would go on uncompleted, but his programming trusted that his brothers and sisters of the Eye were wise in their decisions. It was perhaps a dangerous option to have should one of the NOE ever choose to go rogue. But then, how would his programming respond to such betrayal?

Would the Machine Lord see the betrayal as a crime against the Eye? Would he choose to eradicate the rogue as a heretic? Such things were not to be put to the test, there was danger in possessing thoughts as such. No, the Machine Lord had to trust that his brothers and sisters were just as loyal as he, and trust in the decisions they made. While the transfer was ongoing, the Commodore made sure to delete the last few thoughts he had just considered. Such doubt was an unnecessary clutter to the Commodore's programming. With the internal debate deleted, the Machine Lord confidently transferred the last of his programming into the new Starkiller Unit. The new war droid, more of a bipedal tank really, came to life as two red photo-receptors burned brightly in the dim room, casting a crimson shade that encompassed everything in the laboratory. The massive war machine, towering 3.2 meters in height let out a mechanical screech that would have shattered the ear drums of an organic sentient in little time. The metal cranium of the Commodore declined downwards, looking at the metal restraints that held the body in an upright position. The sound of hydraulics could be heard as the Machine Lord's arms and legs broke free of the restraints, and he stepped onto the cold laboratory floor.

The Mechanical Monstrosity took several moments to run a scan on his new body, checking the weapons systems, power supply, motor functions, and finally the remaining calculations and computations that were natural in a droids running. When all came across as clear and fully operational, the Commodore turned his head towards K4 and let out a course metallic chuckle. This was unusual for the Commodore as he usually showed little pleasant emotions. Most were saved for hate and anger, as to better become a vassal of destruction for the NOE to use. The cybernetic laughter filled the room, and disturbed those who would walk by outside. The Machine Lord, Commodore Starkiller was now complete. A thousand sorrows and woes upon the enemies of the Almighty Eye, for not they would come to know the true unmerciful nature of the Eye. They would be subject to excruciating pain, unending suffering, and unparalleled torment until the day they died. A thousand sacrifices would be made today, in tribute to the Eye for this blessing. Yes, the halls of the Temple of the Eye on Taivas would run red and become gore slicked with the life fluids of the slaves held there. For such was Commodore Starkiller's devotion to the Eye, he was its servant for ever more.*

*Mechanical laughter* Yes, I am complete! Pray that the Eye is merciful on those who prove themselves the enemy of the NOE, for I shall not be so kind. A new wave of suffering and death shall encompass this galaxy in the Almighty Eye's name. But first, a test is required. Droid, where might I find a nearby target suitable enough for destruction? Are there still tribes of Gammorreans in the jungles of Pzob? A village would give me an ample body supply to test this new unit.

*K4 Photo receptors pluses back and forth in Bright red*

*The Assault Cannon mounted on Starkiller's arm began to whine as it charged.*

*Mechanical tone* Then I won't waste time with words.

*The Machine Lord began to move towards the Laboratory's exit, he had a continent to reach and some pigs to slaughter. Within moments he was gone.*

*K4 watches The Commodore leave, when a priority message is relayed to him via Bilbringi Playform, reading the Data K4 Swiftly moves out of Lab and to the Starport.*

*Two droids bring in 4 *Myostim Units.**

*Technicians part of Saurn's scientific program rush about, making last minute calculations and running simulations. Phase I of the EHG Program was supposed to be ready within the week, and they were still working the bugs out of the mutagen. It was asuch a delicate process. EVERYTHING had to be PERFECT. It was an intricate chain; the mutagen required the implant to regulate it, the implant required a degree of strength and focus beyond that of a human, which was in turn provided by genetic manipulations. If just one thing went wrong, they would lose the subject. Fortunately, they had 1200 to work with...though most would inevitably die.*

*Saurn arrives at the observation platform. It was almost ready to begin. He nods to the scientist in charge of the experiment. The man swallows, his face beaded with sweat. He tries to pull himself together - it wouldn't do to lose control in front of his Master - but he can't. The procedure would undoubtedly be gruesome, and there was little chance the first subject would survive. Hopefully, though, he would pull through. They had chosen a good specimen: strong in body and mind, and tremendous willpower. If anyone could come through it, he could.*

*The scientist takes a deep breath, then orders for them to bring in the subject. One of the few survivors from the genetic research, he has already been fitted with his implant. He is tall, easily seven feet because of the growth hormones implanted into his brain, and broad shouldered. They walk him to a bed in the center of the room, and strap him securely to the stretcher. A mouthguard is shoved between his teeth, and his forehead is strapped to the bed beneath him.*

*Across the room, another scientist is loading a syringe with an odd red substance, labeled "EHG X-316 EE". He slowly approaches the bed, and shares a few silent words with the man laying there. He puts the needle tip first into a series of tubes leading to the back of the man's head. He glances at the supervisor, who in turn glances up to Saurn.*

*Saurn is quiet, silently speaking a prayer to the Blessed Darkness for the man. Then, he nods. The syringe is emptied into the tubes, and the liquid flows into the back of his head. All is silent, and the man cringes as the injection first reaches his head. Several minutes tick by, and the man slowly opens his eyes.*



*Everything seems to happen at once. The man's face turns dark purple, and he screams through the mouthguard as his entire body lurches off the mat. The leather straps stain and creak as he thrashes violently. The muscles in his body ripple, growing at a phenomenal rate. He clamps his jaw, still groaning. His teeth clench more tightly, biting deep into the mouthguard. With one final lurch, the strap on his left wrist snaps, whipping about the room. His hand shoots into the air, clenched so tightly that blood drips out of his hand and down his wrist.*

*Slowly, his hand relaxes, and lowers to the cot. His skin slowly pales, and his breathing starts coming at regular intervals once again. His eyes close, and after a minute or two, the sound of soft snoring fills the room. The technicians and scientists all breath an audible sigh of relief. The supervisor looks up to Saurn, a huge grin on his face. He extends his hand, thumb pointing up into the air. Saurn returns the smile, and heads down the stairs and enters the lab.*

IC: "Excellent work, doctor. It seems our first subject managed to survive."

*The scientist pulls a handkerchief from his coat pocket, and mops the sweat from his forehead.*



IC: "Good, good. Keep me apprised of the situation. Excellent work, though. There's definietly a bonus in this for all of you."

*Some of the workers smile at each other, glad for the praise. Most however, are rather somber. They know the majority of the injections will not end well.*

*Needless to say, their fears are well-founded. To say the next several days are stressful would barely begin to describe the turmoil the project staff endures over the remaining weeks of their work. The deaths the majority of the subjects suffer are horrid to say the least. Several literally tear their limbs off with the lurching after the first injection, either bleeding to death or snapping their own necks or spines. Others can't handle the strain of the mutagen, or have a fault in their implants, and thier brains overload and shut down. The most horrifying are those who appear to survive, only to have their brains swell and explode within minutes, showering the scientists and technicians with gore. The successes are so scarce, that the staff find themselves cheering aloud at every emperiment that yields a survivor. Saurn reads over each report carefully, and weeps at the death of every man and woman who dies. He watches the cameras trained on the recovery center, and the peaceful look on each on of the survivors there. So much death for so little success. He grins. But what a success! Thirty-five men and women, survivors of genetic manipulation, implanting, and mutagen injections. Thirty-five supersoldiers who will cause the entire galaxy to quake. Thirty-five unstoppable towers of death who will leave wakes of destruction behind them. The main thing would be the cost of the serum. As the producer, costs could be cut somewhat, but it would still be expensive keeping them equiped.*

*Marrik comes and stands beside him as he gazes at his new army. He doesn't say a word, but the look on his face makes it apparent that he feels the same joy of victory as does his father. They watch as one of the men, the first survivor, stands to his feet and is lead to the armory. He follows the doctors out, a malicious leer on his face.*

*Victor had seen this place, it was perfect for creating a new droid partner after Shacko was vaporized a few years ago. He began gathering parts for the process. The various shelves seemed endless as he knew the exact type for the droid he wanted*

*After a few hours of gathering parts Victor had a list of everything he would attach to his chassis once he constructed it.*

Droid Battle Upgrade termianl
Ace 6 Droid Brain
Advanced Flamethrower
Advanced Stun Ray
Magnetic Feet
Droid Warfare Upgrade
Toxin Emitter
Droid Automated Repair
Mini Rail Cannon
TranLang III Communicator
Stealth Booster
Strength Upgrade

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*Victor ha sketched the frame out by hand, it would look something like this when completed*

*Victor began gathering metal for the frame. Victor wanted to give his droid a good armor base because he expected it to see combat in the field with him. More importantly it needed to be mobile to be a suitable recon device. As such he opted for A Medium Plating of the Type 2 similar to the Calin Industries model.*

Lets get started

*Victor began welding pieces of metal together to form a breast plate for his droid. He kept his HUD displaying the outer wall cameras in case of emergency in the Citadel*

*The body was coming along, after enlisting the help of a few lab rats Victor had created a frame with which to work with. roughly the height of Victor the machine body lay dormant as Victor began to construct the weapon systems*

*The droid was coming along now as motion controls and joint began to take shape. It would only be a week or so before he would have his first model*

*Similar to C-3PO the droid Victor was making had a Protocol Droid style linguistics module for translations. Now that it was installed, and the brain functioning, the droid was able of speech. Victor kept the function disabled while he worked, it was too annoying answering questions about stuff to a half built metal walking stick*

*The sparks showered the floor as Victor finished attacking the face plate of the Golem looking battle droid. He was happy with the progress, the circuitry was functional and the joints were flexible. All that was left was to cover the frame with armor and surround the vital spots with two-ply armor before attaching weapons systems and running a diagnostics. It would be only a few more days*

Time for a break, keep him on ice for me gents

*Victor headed out of the Lab*

*Victor came back after his break and continues work on his droid*

*It was almost done, the final touches were assembling the weapons positions and painting the body. He guessed 24 hours of work and he'd be done*

*The droid was completed and Victor decided to go get a drink before activating it*

Alright boys lets power it up

*Victor flipped the activation panel and locked it in place. The droid's eyes glowed red and the body began to vibrate. Suddenly it burst to life, the legs and arms moving in perfect harmony as it walked off the platform to the floor*

Hello there. Your name is SE-1 or Storm's Eye one. I am your master and creator Victor Stormcrow.

==SE-1==

:: Hello Master ::

*Victor was very happy, the droid was working smoothly. He checked it through a series of tests and it passed them all. Weapons good, voice good, armor good. He nodded and motioned for his new companion to follow him*