Slicer

The following contains actual graphic footage of recent massacre at Naboo. Viewer discretion is advised. The need for divine intervention... *An image of massive amounts of destruction and chaos are interrupted by a cut to a different image. In it a blonde hair corsec agent covered in blood poured coffee upon a weeping mother. The scalding liquid burning the poor desolate woman. Splattered security guards and volunteer army members were seen strewn about marble walls and beautiful columns in an art museum. The shot panned out to the burning and destroyed city, as well as a ruined huge power generation facility.* A low quiet voice came on and began to speak over top of the images. "There is a time where we the people have to say no more. When the government fails in its duty to provide adequate security of its population it is our duty to do it ourselves! We at Neogenesis again come to you, not as a medical company but instead as individuals who are hurt at the senseless slaughter of our fellow brethren in the galaxy. Truly we are all one people, and we do not wish to benefit from your pain or ours. We simply wish to help. Given how well RESTORATION OF CORUSCANT program, and in light of this recent tragedy. We will begin the RESTORATION OF NABOO project. This will derail our RESTORATION OF THE GALAXY however, unless we have your help. Donations to our cause will allow us to build more facilities which in turn helps us help you. We shall bring not just Coruscant and Naboo but the galaxy back to its glory. The planet Nespis Vii has opened its doors to those unable to put their lives back together after rejoining the land of the living. Will you help too? Help us heal the galaxy. If not for our sake, than for yours. ------ A second commercial came on shortly afterwards. "Hello we at Neogenisis are offering for a limited amount of time a chance to be insured for life. Well LIFE AFTER DEATH. Thats right for a mere 500 credits a month you can insure yourself and your love ones against death itself. If you fear being murdered by cops, government officials, Jedi, Force users or any other dozens of brutal ways, we have what you need to give you peace of mind. Call now!

The lights flickered briefly and a few swear words were cursed as games were lost. A few swore under their breath and this was before the massive report came in. Here at the cloning facility, it was quite frankly the size of a small city. Well small in comparison to Courscant. It was a network of hardened bunker like structures that spanned more than a hundred kilometers. For the most part it was hidden away, sequestrate from the living populous as before such humanitarian missions it had served as one of the work horses of an elite force of units. Yet despite its massive size, it had very little in the way of actual living space. The only living space in the city was the quarters of the owner and the military staff, and a group of apartments for cloning scientists. This 'small' city really only served two functions the militaristic and clone manufacturing functions. In other words this was a cloning complex meant to build and maintain clones in vast numbers. Completely independent from the Naboo people, it was far enough removed from their society geographically as well as functionality that many Nabooians had no idea it had existed. When the order first came down to simply let Naboo burn, it was met with 'mixed' reviews. Yet in the end it would have been highly unprofitable for the group to attempt any sort of planetary defense. So they had sat back, cooled their jets and watched as what appeared to be corsec agents burn the planet to the ground. In the end they monitored and built detailed reports on those who had participated in the attack. The weapons used, the efficiency of the attack. All of it was watched and recorded. Most of it would make for a great holonet news cast. Still clone development continues unabated on Naboo. A good thing as to make a move against this facility would have been attempting to take on a full funded private army. That was not always in the best interest many beings in the galaxy. Then the next order came down. 'Hack their medical files, bring the people back. Have the government be indebted to Neogenisis but not the people.' So it began a massive gathering of information. Genetic information from all over. It would be used along with their patented cloning technology to rebuild the populous. They would be rebuilt in the same manner as those who were built for the restoration of Courscant project. Due to this it would be free for all individuals involved. This was also of course an excellent time to install their own government on Naboo. This would effectively allow BF to gain a senator seat as they would have a senator from a planet with their interests at heart. Still even at peak capacity it would take over a month to truly repair the lives lost in this act of genocide. The facility could only produce 1,000,000,000 clones in a given month. It had the capacity when running at full steam to put out a million clones every three days. It was part of the reason it was so big. Still that only gave out ten sets in a given month. Still bottom line aside this project would be beneficial in the long run. Even the Gungans, minus Jar Jar Binks were being treated as though what had stricken this beings was a case of the flu instead of violent and brutal deaths. As a people they all would have massive scars psychologically to overcome. Though perhaps the survivor's foundation could help with that as well as the reconstruction of these peoples' homes and life styles.

Careful eyes did watch the occurrence between those who conspired there. Deep within a bar personnel ordered to meet paid attention then. The altercation short as it was, highlighted why they were present. Armed with the knowledge, they made their reports quickly. Orders then appeared. Representative they would soon make their approach but, first they would wait. Their approach would show soon after the first hunter concluded his own.

"With the same genetic structure plus our patented memory program, a clone is be completely identical to the original person." It was the third tour so far ever since NeoGenesis had announced its grand plan to help heal the scars of the galaxy. He had to admit he was impressed by the scale the company was attempting. Yet with all things there were naysayers, and that was why he was employed. To help the naysayers calm down by giving out these tours. He knew similar tours were going on at the facilities of Trulalis and Kamino but, Naboo was such a peace loving world. It was truly the face of the project given the appearance of the planet. ”œAs we all know know, there have been many problems with cloning over the years. However we at NeoGenesis have overcome many of the hurdles that normally plague such endeavors. Have you ever wondered why some prominent figures seem to be served grievous mortal wounds that no one should recover from, only to look completely fine three days later? I will tell you now, no your leaders and heroes have not been replaced by robots over the years. Instead they were perfectly cloned! We have had a hand in the forefront of that technology. ”œ He paused excited about the part of the tour. They had entered the area where the clones themselves were being built. An area that seemed to stretch as far as the eye could see and then some. ”œ In order to create a clone, a sample of a subject's cells is taken and its genetic code is duplicated. This in turn is implanted into a cell where it is allowed to grow and develop into an exact duplicate of the cell donor. An important aspect of this process is the use of vats for the clone to gestate which are artificial wombs that are filled with nutrients as well as organic catalysts. One of the reasons for this is to prevent any external influence from interfering in the growth of the developing clone. It of course is possible to alter the attributes of a clone's physical appearance by varying the intake of the nutrients into the vat and by altering the catalyst solution. Of course that is not what we use that method for even though it is key information to have. This method allows for us to accelerate the cloning process by many times the normal rate. At our current peak, this allows for a fully formed adult clone body being produced in a matter of weeks.”

"With the same genetic structure plus our patented memory program, a clone is be completely identical to the original person." It was the third tour so far ever since NeoGenesis had announced its grand plan to help heal the scars of the galaxy. He had to admit he was impressed by the scale the company was attempting. Yet with all things there were naysayers, and that was why he was employed. To help the naysayers calm down by giving out these tours. He knew similar tours were going on at the facilities of Naboo, and Kamino but, Trulalis was an unbelievable place to host such technologies. Some came just to see if the rumors were true. ”œAs we all know know, there have been many problems with cloning over the years. However we at NeoGenesis have overcome many of the hurdles that normally plague such endeavors. Have you ever wondered why some prominent figures seem to be served grievous mortal wounds that no one should recover from, only to look completely fine three days later? I will tell you now, no your leaders and heroes have not been replaced by robots over the years. Instead they were perfectly cloned! We have had a hand in the forefront of that technology. ”œ He paused excited about the part of the tour. They had entered the area where the clones themselves were being built. An area that seemed to stretch as far as the eye could see and then some. ”œ In order to create a clone, a sample of a subject's cells is taken and its genetic code is duplicated. This in turn is implanted into a cell where it is allowed to grow and develop into an exact duplicate of the cell donor. An important aspect of this process is the use of vats for the clone to gestate which are artificial wombs that are filled with nutrients as well as organic catalysts. One of the reasons for this is to prevent any external influence from interfering in the growth of the developing clone. It of course is possible to alter the attributes of a clone's physical appearance by varying the intake of the nutrients into the vat and by altering the catalyst solution. Of course that is not what we use that method for even though it is key information to have. This method allows for us to accelerate the cloning process by many times the normal rate. At our current peak, this allows for a fully formed adult clone body being produced in a matter of weeks.”

"With the same genetic structure plus our patented memory program, a clone is be completely identical to the original person." It was the third tour so far ever since NeoGenesis had announced its grand plan to help heal the scars of the galaxy. He had to admit he was impressed by the scale the company was attempting. Yet with all things there were naysayers, and that was why he was employed. To help the naysayers calm down by giving out these tours. He knew similar tours were going on at the facilities of Naboo, and Trulalis but, Kamino was well known for its cloning abilities and everyone always wanted to stop here first. ”œAs we all know know, there have been many problems with cloning over the years. However we at NeoGenesis have overcome many of the hurdles that normally plague such endeavors. Have you ever wondered why some prominent figures seem to be served grievous mortal wounds that no one should recover from, only to look completely fine three days later? I will tell you now, no your leaders and heroes have not been replaced by robots over the years. Instead they were perfectly cloned! We have had a hand in the forefront of that technology. ”œ He paused excited about the part of the tour. They had entered the area where the clones themselves were being built. An area that seemed to stretch as far as the eye could see and then some. ”œ In order to create a clone, a sample of a subject's cells is taken and its genetic code is duplicated. This in turn is implanted into a cell where it is allowed to grow and develop into an exact duplicate of the cell donor. An important aspect of this process is the use of vats for the clone to gestate which are artificial wombs that are filled with nutrients as well as organic catalysts. One of the reasons for this is to prevent any external influence from interfering in the growth of the developing clone. It of course is possible to alter the attributes of a clone's physical appearance by varying the intake of the nutrients into the vat and by altering the catalyst solution. Of course that is not what we use that method for even though it is key information to have. This method allows for us to accelerate the cloning process by many times the normal rate. At our current peak, this allows for a fully formed adult clone body being produced in a matter of weeks.”

If you ever wanted a miracle. It hurts to think about. On that tragic day a bright light lit up the sky and millions of lives ended in an instant. Now you miss the laugh, the feel of your lost love one, the sound of a voice. It hurts. It hurts to know you will never experience their way of laughing, loving and living ever again. People of Coruscant we are Neogenesis and we wish to make the pain stop. We have been hit by yet another tragedy. One more in a long list such as the collapse of the Coruscant Banking System as rebel alliance's miscalculation in planetary shield control. We come before you today, not as a small medical company but, as a company that is hurt by the scar left across the galaxy by the recent civil war. We come before you today not to ask for your business but to offer you a chance. A change to regain loved ones lost. We are a highly innovative company on the forefront of science and medicine. We are the answer to making that pain go away. For today we announce our RESTORATION OF CORUSCANT. A pilot program to our very ambitious RESTORATION OF THE GALAXY. We are putting lives back together one clone at a time. With a single genetic sample we can bring loved ones back, memories intact. You CAN be reunited with your lost ones again. Further more if you know some one who was killed during the attack you can still submit a sample even if you don't know the person. We have been given permission to relocate those unable to pick up their from where their lives ended. Wouldn't you like to give someone the chance to live again? If you or some one you know was killed during the New Republic invasion of Courscant contact us today! We will do what the survivor's foundation and the Empire were unable to do. We will put lives back together. We will be accepting and processing all requests for free. Why should we take advantage of your pain? It is ours too. Lets make it stop together!

"You are attempting to be a sith, and are no doubt filled with many misconceptions about how to achieve that state. My talk of defense is no doubt foreign as Sith always feel like they must charged blinded forward, like a stubborn panicked bantha. Yes, confrontation/conflict is required for growth, on the personal as well as the galactic level. However, to embrace combat in place of meditation constantly, and focused all emotions on battle rather than calm is a way to ruin. Never have an utter reliance on emotions, it unleashes monsters and clouds your judgment. Ruin is soon to follow. In a fight you are better getting your opponent to lose control than for you to do so. Of course not all emotion is to be avoided. Anger can cloud your judgment. Sadness can make you smarter. It can make you more skeptical and able to think critically. You can become more convincing. Always remember no matter how strong you become in the Force. Your body is still a machine and can be manipulated as such. Lastly there is a reason the dark side is stronger. For many beings in the galaxy, focusing on dark and negative thoughts can increase their endurance in tasks, then thinking good thoughts or thinking about nothing at all." He nodded in the direction of the ship. Before placing boots on the ramp. "Come time to leave."

Cold, impassive, these would be the words to describe the motionless being standing before both man and beast. Truth be told more emotion could be found in the mirrored visor than on the face behind it. Yet the dearth of emotion output was only a mask for what was ticking in the assassin's mind. Slowly Darth Asperser removed a single lightsaber from his belt. It bore the color that was the signature of most sith yet it remained unactivated. Instead he tossed it toward his apprentice. "A lightsaber - any weapon - only achieves worth in how it is wielded. A lightsaber form, much like the lightsaber you use is deeply personal. Some find one of the seven forms that best reflects them and they become a student of that form. Others forge their own path. To dominate you're opponent's movements, you must be superior, you must surpass his movements. Lightsaber combat is the easiest to obtain this in by its very nature. " A snap hiss tore through the still night air and a bright cyan blade shone through the air. It was the color more likey to be found on a jedi. Yet in the hands of the bounty hunter the warm cyan glow was replaced with an icy cool grip. Chilling the very beings who had been unfortunate enough to see it move as an extension of the assassin. "This is a single lightsaber blade. It is easy enough to keep track of with your eyes or the Force. Where ever you see it, that is where it is. Beyond the use of a single blade comes two different dual blade forms. One is the double bladed lightsaber that resembles a staff. Most beings fear that saber, especially as it can cause more slaughter per swing. However, it is just as easy to predict as the single blade. for where ever you see one blade, you know where the other is. For they are joined together in a straight line. Truly the most difficult to surpass is a being wielding two blades. For you have to track two blade instead of one. Yet even then you can find the right method. As it becomes more of a matter of where it is not than where it is. The question is, which do you think suits you? I can teach you many forms, or I can show you my own. Form DCLXVI Krij'Val is a form of my own creation. It is.... unorthodox. Yet it is not your job to make up your mind now. Instead simply follow my movements and open yourself up to me." He took a guard poise and began a kata of sorts. Talking as he moved. "Defending is more worthwhile than attacking as aggression led to frustration, and frustration in any kind of sport or exercise led to one becoming tired much quicker. Yet, defending can waste time, so make your defense your attack and your attack your defense. Every strike is a block and every block is a strike." An imagined block turned into a parry which formed the spin that gave power to a strike. It was a shun that turned into a jung ma. Truly quite the fluid riposte "According to Jedi master yoda Lightsaber skills, important they are. How to use as well as how not to use. When to move as well as when not to move. Never throw away good advice simply because it comes from some one different than you." In mid swing his lightsaber turned off. Finishing the swing his lightsaber turned back on as it came back up. An opponent who would have moved to block the lightsaber swing, would now find that the blade had slip past his guard and was on the return up through his body. Slicer dodge the imagined and predicted slash that would come in an attempt to stop the attack. "Surprise, misdirection, deceit and deception. With out these, you have nothing but predictability. Master these and you shall be unstoppable. No enemies, both seen or unseen shall know how to strike you." He finished the kata by dropping a deactvated lightsaber on the ground while shoving down with both hands. As if catching the wrist of his opponent's lightsaber between the index and thumb of his hand. Shunting the blade of his opponent aside his other hand races back up as the disregarded lightsaber flies back up, ignited and causing a killing blow as it impacts in his palm. It was the sai tok and few Jedi would ever employ such a method. "Always remember the best blades are kept in their sheaths. For time is money, don't fight if you don't have to. Walk away if need be, and finish it quickly if you must. A lightsaber form is personal. The more you show it often, the more some one can learn about you, find your weakness and exploit it." Lightsaber still in hand he gave it a twirl to bring it back to a ready position, then started again on the same kata. Thrice more before finishing the basics of that kata. As he finished, the kata quite long and tiring he spoke once more, breaking the silence. "Every move you make should have the potential to kill." He deactivated the lightsaber and clipped it back on his belt in order to evaluate the current status of his apprentice.

Slicer stood arms folded across his chest over his apprentice's defiance. It was human nature to form a barrier to protect against threats and on some level the refuse of an order was a threat. It was a subconscious thing, not even noticed by the bounty hunter. Yet his appearance did seem far more threatening, as he was planted firmly in the ground as though ready for a fight. Night had fallen and he switched over to night vision while his apprenticed talked out of habit. Constantly surrounded by powered devices, he took little notice of the change itself. Instead he spent his time evaluating his apprentice, as well as the words the man spoke. He had the right idea but his methods needed refining. Still it had been enough to show he wasn't dealing with a complete idiot. Just mostly an idiot. It was a big difference. His arms unfolded when his student sat down and then he spoke. "Well, I suppose you have begun to prove yourself a decent asset. So I shall show you the path of the dark side." He thought about clipping the datapad to his belt, and then thought better of it. Though he had detected no danger from i, it was far to early in this relationship to just be trusting the gifts handed to him by his apprentice. Instead he placed it on the ground close to his apprentice. Via voice command he instructed one of the AI on his ship to remote hack the device. He had originally installed the equipment to steal nav data from a ship before it jumped into hyperspace but, he hadn't practiced it use yet. This would provide an interesting test for the system. All o this of course went unnoticed by the apprentice. Instead only a being fully clad in armor and possibly human stood infront of him as if waiting. "Though if you wish to learn you will have to answer the question from before."

As if emerging from a mythical yet felled creature, booted steps marked the arrival of the assassin. Carrying a package in his arm he tossed it towards the apprentice as he continued down the ramp. "Interesting package you have there. Looks like my tech. Not bad taste." He came to a stop four feet from his apprentice. Hands hooked into his belt he nodded toward the ground. Making the indication he wanted the man to sit. "Alright so give me the debrief on what went down. Following that I going to need a bit more information from you. You have wants and desires. Name three needs you feel like you have and perhaps four or five wants. Lying to me only hurts you in the end so attempting is is stupid. Plus I will know if you are lying and will likely kill you for the insult." He stood motionless waiting.

He had been listening to a band known as Far cry when he was informed of progress. Well not so much progress as it was movement. The music brought a slow, dark and moody atmosphere to the ship. One that he had appreciated during his meditation time. Silencing the music he had the droid show him the optics of what was going down. For a long time there was nothing, until a sudden explosion and the sounds of sirens tore through the nightly gloom. His apprentice commed him shortly afterward. "Excellent. Return to the ship." was his only reply

The droid tracking the apprentice stopped at the scene of the carnage. Internally its 'gears' were turning about a course of action. There was clearly a lot to do. In order to keep local law enforcement from investigating, the body would need to be taken care off, witness maybe need to be bribed, and some clean up work might be needed. These were all concerns that could not be addressed by that particular droid. So instead it made a call. Trailing after the wayward apprentice, the droid calculated that the clean up team would have five minutes tops if they did their job right. From traffic delays to the actual work detail itself. Still satisfied with the right course of action, it continued its tail. --- Slicer kept many books. Mostly all on a electronic database. He had kill logs, sniper logs, medical logs, diet logs, routine logs, bounty journals. It was safe to say he did quite a bit of writing along with his reading. Each log or journal having its own purpose. Such a routine log so he never visited the same routine on a planet to many times. After all routines could get a man like him killed. Still he did nor have a journal where he simply kept his thoughts. He had a journey on tenets he wrote to remind himself not to get killed. A little tips and tricks book designed to keep him focused. He wrote out a detail guide on his own lightsaber style, incase he ever suffered memory loss, and need to bring his mind back to where is muscle memory would be. Yet as he had embarked on a new leg of his life, the instruction of another, he felt it was time to start putting even more ducks in row. So he sat down and he wrote to pass the time. A single transmission later and a copy was sent to his apprentice's datapad. Perhaps it would get them off to a better start and the inevitable failure he felt like he would be responsible for would instead turn into a success.

Journal Entry #1 by Darth Asperser L:RC-P:Nua Shortly after New Galactic Order It is natural for one to look at a mirror to get an image of one's self. Even a distorted mirror provides an image that can be seen and reflected upon. There are many various Force groups in the galaxy. Each group has carved out its own niche and philosophies and view of the Force. Out of the many different groups in the galaxy, none are better known than the Jedi and the Sith. The problem is what is known of the two groups have lead to a common misconception about the nature of each order. Although Jedi and Sith are indeed quite similar, they are not two sides of the same issue. A true Jedi and Sith are not two sides of the same coin as many tend to believe. In actuality they are two different beings with a common thread. To sum up their core is actually quite simple. A true Jedi is like clay. His substance is not hard but soft and malleable, watered down with moral sensitivities. Though a trial by fire will force a shape for the Jedi. It allows them to find their role and place no matter how big or small. However they never lose the substance they started from. They always remain clay, be it in the shape of an expensive yet fragile vase, or a soft lump dug from the ground. This is not a weakness for them but the strength of the true Jedi. As no matter the trial or form they may take, they have the ability to remain true to themselves. Unable to be changed into a new being, just forced into a new shape. A true Sith is not any more complicated. As Jedi are to clay, a Sith is to smokeless fire. They are are not the fuel that is burned, nor do they have impurities upon which to release into the air. They resemble a scorching wind. Able to blow through an area, and all can feel their impression. The nature of a smokeless fire does have the added benefit of having no actual shape to conform to. There is not much that can act upon it to force it one way or another. All one can do is douse the flame and hope it dies. This uniqueness of core allows the Sith to take many forms. Yet it often causes confusion for those who wish to be a Sith, for there is no substance for them to latch on to. It takes quite the individual to truly walk the path of the Sith. If only because at the core of a true Sith their lies only passion. The reason for the misconception is because of the common thread found between the two groups. The ability to wield the Force. When a Jedi falls, he breaks. Having gone through his trial of fire and turned into clay pottery his descent into darkside, is the fall before the big smash. Due to this and the Force, the fallen Jedi turns to powers he considers to be dark. Powers opposite of what he has used in the past. He begins to manipulate the Force to reflect the pain and suffering he is feeling from having been broken into pieces. As such he used the Force to inflict pain, as it is the opposite of what he has always known. Thanks to this the Sith then get the rap that a fallen Jedi and a true Sith are the same thing. Many Sith hopefuls fall into the trap that to be a Sith you must act as oppositely of a Jedi as you can. This is simply not the case as that leads to the secondary trap of believing you have nothing to protect or, to believe in. Being a Sith is not about being the opposite of a Jedi. Nor is a Sith simply a being that does whatever he wants. A true Sith is free of restriction. The restrictions could be those placed upon a being by someone else, or restrictions that one placed upon oneself. They can also be hard to identify. For example you can have too much muscle on your body. Many believe a key to power is physical strength. Yet go to an extreme, and the muscle that you use to beat down an opponent can also get in your way, limit your mobility, and provide more surface area on your body to either protect or be attacked. An even harder restriction is that of desires. While a sith relies on passion and emotion it does not rule him. Similar to a true Jedi, allowing one's emotions to run you is nor acceptable. A jedi might have to guard against wanting to bring a being to justice, or saving a hostage, or stopping a cannibal from eating. While all of those can be noble causes in their own way, a true Jedi understands that what he wants personally, might not be what is the greater good. Likewise a Sith has to guard against allowing desires to ruin his judgment as well. Throwing a temper tantrum and killing everyone in the room simple because you have the power to do so is not the way of the true Sith. It is the way of an overgrown child or a psychopath with a gun. A true Sith understands that life does have a price. There is no such things as a worthless being. While Jedi believe all life is scared and priceless, a Sith understands the value of even the smallest of creatures. A microorganism can be harmless on one world and a plague on another. Like wise a washed up junkie trying to kill you, could actually reveal a much bigger threat than a druggie with a score to settle. A Sith only performs a kill when it is necessary. There is a difference between wanton slaughter and killing to make a point. A famous example is Darth Bane, who when poisoned murdered a family in order to gain strength. Slaughtering them would have had no value to him had the circumstances been different. The fallen Jedi or wannabe sith manipulates the Force to be the opposite of known Jedi use. Jedi like to defend and they like to heal. Due to this the step of the fallen jedi is to turn defense into attack and healing into pain and suffering. A true sith on the other hand bends the Force to his will. He is the embodiment of passion. The popular Force choke is proof of this. How often do you hear of a crime involving the victim being choked where the murder was not moved by some passion? It is hard to be cold and impersonal when strangling the life out of some one. Keeping the very gas they need to live from ever becoming useful. Denying them resources on an up close and personal level, in no way removed from the scene of the crime. The Force choke was just a natural progression of the physical act, as the power was bent to the will of the user and was then manifested as such. No one save Lord Vader has ever choked a being from kilometers or miles away. Passion is a driving force, and it can lead to dark and nasty things. It is this reason that the Sith and fallen Jedi end up using very similar powers. While they are the same in form, their execution and motives are quite different in just about every case. It is important to note however that a true Sith understands that the lack of restrictions does not make him a loose cannon. Instead the lack of restriction, having one's chains broken simply means going to whatever lengths it takes to keep that passion alive. The true Sith is a passion, and his body and power in the Force are nothing more than tools to get it done. This is why at the core of a true Sith survival along with the belief of immortality go hand and hand. For a true passion never dies. It simply is. A true Sith is energy in motion, it is what holds what the Sith wishes to protect together. Much like the energy one finds in a chemical bond. Truly a true Sith is in many words a specialist. To have revenge, justice, or anything like that as a need or want is selfish and not reflective of a true Sithly being. It is in short a restriction. Though a Sith may have many skills and powers at his command, he is a specialist as his passion is his specialty. Some find killing to be a passion. It is not truly a passion as it is a way to pass the time. However, some find that death is their passion, and so they learn to kill. This is the difference between a true Sith and a wannabe Sith or fallen Jedi. To become a Sith you must understand or find what it is that you want to protect in this galaxy. There must be a few needs or desires that have a common ruining theme to them. Identify that theme, and a master Sith you shall soon become.

Today had been quite the interesting day so far for the bounty hunter. The tell-tale squeak of stress echoed through out the warehouse. Shifting in his seat, the plates of his armor rubbed off on the disposable plastic chair. Though his helmet was off he was never one to let his guard down. His visor proved to be an excellent mirror to quite a bit of the room behind him. This included the door. Though it seemed like bad protocol to sit facing away from the front door, he was just slightly right of the back door in the open and empty warehouse. Always security conscious, he could see every entrance and exit conceivable. He stayed away from all doors and windows on the off chance he was attacked. However, he was close enough to make a dash to a nearby exit. Though the warehouse had not been used in some time, holoprojectors mounted on the walls detailed the outside world to him. This was for him a rather basic safehouse. He knew his ins and outs, and had a good idea of what was going on in the outside world. The clink of a fork hitting a plate rattled through the rafters as a sound of treds inched their way to the table. "Will that be all master?" Came the mechanical voice. "Actually no. I am feeling up for some sort of dessert. Feel free to surprise me." came the gravelly reply, unassisted by speakers. He rarly heard his own voice in the open air when not under some kind of cover. "Very well sir, it will be out momentarily." As the droid wheeled away plate in hand, Slicer leaned back in his chair. He had just enjoyed a rather filling and balanced lunch. It was something he had learned a while back. When in between jobs, it was always good to rest up, train hard, and recharge ones batteries so to speak. Today he had been living just that. Starting his morning with a HALO jump had been interesting, to the point that he had performed twenty-nine more jumps. With different methods to try, came the need to practice three of his favorites. So he had done so ten times each. It was said that the human brain needed to be exposed to something twenty-six times before it was mastered. It was always interesting to him how the body seemed to like a month sized number for everything it did. He had then moved on to his next activity. Breaking and entering was apart of his job description from time to time. Though most of his missions did end with him blasting or cutting through doors, locks, walls, and windows. Still the approach was always stealthy and in the Galaxy he lived in, stealth was hard to come by. The force had always assured him extra insurance in this department. The ability to remove himself from active electronic scanners, had always come in handy. Yet sometimes he didn't need to be removed as he needed the whole camera taken out. After all he was only one man, and sometimes you needed an army, to take on a target. Slicer had found that while he was a one man army, it never hurt to look like he was more than he was. So he had practiced different disabling measures for security cameras. Since most where rather light sensitive he found firing a laser at them was a quick way to kill the feed and make it look like something was wrong in a big way. This allowed a little action to look like a big one done by more than one man. Powerful as he was in the Force, he had been caught before, as when you are found out to be one man, overwhelming Force is generally applied against you. From black sun on Kashyyyk, the rebels on Gala, or even the Link on coruscant. It always paid to look bigger than you were if you wanted to avoid a storm of laserfire. A small plate of frozen yogurt was set infront of him, as he reflected back on the last time an overwhelming Force had pinned him down in a server room. Tearing his thoughts away from that gloomy night, his spoon dove into the cream, and the bounty hunter ate alone. Like he always did. Surrounded only by droids at best, who would be getting a memory wipe right after he was finished and the supplies were restocked. He sighed into his frozen yogurt before pulling out a datapad. It was time to see how his electronic spy was faring tracking his new apprentice.

High above the clouds a single ship was lost in the brilliance of the current sunrise. There at the crack of dawn the sun began to peek out from the horizon. The first rays of the sun graced the land, warming it and those who waited with baited breath for it to rise. The clouds began to be lit with a fabulous, glorious light as the rising sun announces the coming of a new day. A new day held a promise of new things to come. It allowed one to dwell upon what possibilities the day may bring, instead of the past regrets. Though the ship was stationary, the wind was something fierce. Slicer took a deep breath. He had checked and double checked his gear. He was as sealed a can be and everything seemed to be working just fine. He took another deep breath and looked down. Past the clouds he was at least 31,300 meters from the surface. He shock his head and looked back into the safety and comfort of his ship. There was no actual need to do this. He was sure if push came to shove, in a life or death situation he would perform admirably. In his time in the Galaxy, he has seen a lot of guys pull of stunts that would seem highly improbable. Each time the amount of time devoted to learning how to pull of such stunts always seemed small or barley practiced at all. It was as if they had a natural gift or some unknown deity allowed them to perform in the clutch in every situation with out fail. Yet, he rather not have to rely on the mercy of some unknown entity. It was bad enough the Force still existed with its iron fist-ed grasp on the galaxy. Slicer took a step closer to the edge, bracing himself by the door. His visor caught the steadily growing light and reflected off into the interior of his ship. There is nothing to gain by waiting any longer. In a single instant everything changed. For many panic would have overtaken then as they found nothing but air under their feet. Slicer had preformed hot drops before. Had done so quite a few times, and each time the drop always initial took his breath away. High in the skies a lone armored figure plummeted toward certain death. The light from the was reflected off the being, as if denying the rays a chance to penetrate to the cold creature in cased within. The wind wild and ferocious whipped past the being creating a roar so deafening, that no sound outside of his own encased world could reach him. Slicer's eyes watched as his ship rapidly disappeared before his eyes. He had opted to fall in a position that reminded him of a rocking chair. It had made sense, as most of his weight was on his back. Suddenly a thick fog overtook him as he dropped like a brick through the air. The cloud completely covered his being. Water droplets smashed up against his armor, and fractured, leaving a glittering trail long after he had exited the cloud. A warning light came one. That that soon turned the inside of his world red, as its incessant beeping alerted him to a problem. The stress of the fall was affecting the pack on his back. There was no safety net for this jump. If he screwed up, he would for all intents and purposes, leave a rather large crater and a rather stylish if smashed armor set. His insides would be turned to jelly and his bones would be pulverized into a fine power. His remains would be collected via a straw and probably disposed off in a nearby waterbottle. Yet that particular outcome did not flash before they eyes of the still falling Sith Master. No, the bounty hunter was of a different breed. One who knew the inns and outs of his equipment because not only was it his job but, his life depended on it. He took the stress warning as it were, and adjusted accordingly. Falling as he were, the slightest movement could easily send him into a spin. Moving in a very fine tuned synchronization between the halves of his body, he rotated so he could watch the ground coming rushing toward him. He stabilized as the thought of just how unforgiving the ground would be whisked through his mind like a stray breeze. Yet he was as unfazed by that thought and more concerned with his current speed. He was approaching the safe zone. Part of the reason he was performing this was to better himself at his job. Though the sudden inexplicable rush of adrenaline was more than enough of a reason to preform such an activity. Still it was nigh impossible to detect a person falling through the atmosphere. It was far more stealthy than flying in a ship. Still this was the highest jumped he had ever performed for a good reason. As with the way sensor technology was now, the chance of his ship able to fly low and fast for a quick hot drop was not always a guarantee. Though his hip was the fastest and stealthiest ship this side of the galaxy. Or any side of the galaxy for that matter. A new beeping noise made itself known in his little world. One that told him that so far he had reached a a maximum speed of 614 miles per hour.[988 km/h ] At such a speed, it was a good thing he was wearing armor, as he shuttered to think on how much a bird or even a bug would hurt if he hit one traveling at this speed. He was also alerted to the fact that he had been falling for four minutes and thirty six seconds. This has been his first mark. If anything at all had gone wrong, this was the absolutely last point where he would have wanted to start slowing down. However, all systems were green which meant that he would push forward. It was not a matter of pride, but instead an extreme test of his limits. In the back of his mind some where, the bounty hunter felt invincible against and all forces of nature. Even ones that should be certain death such as plummeting through the atmosphere. Though he only felt invincible in this because he had what nature did not. Technology and man's ingenuity. Ever since man had shown on the scene, nature had been trying to kill of the species in one way or another. Be it from natural disaster, or man's own internal nature to protect only his own and turn on anyone else. Yet man had grown, had developed technological advancements that drafted the power of nature, and had created whole civilizations that kept the baser instincts of man in check. Old and out dated as she was nature, was still a formidable foe, and one Slicer loved to triumph against time and time again. This included the nature of death, which was in part one of the reasons he was preforming this death defying stunt at his ultimate limit. He watched as he continued to plummet counting off in his head a grand total of five extra seconds before suddenly deploying his life saving measure. With a sudden stop and yank, his jetpack/repulsior hybrid came to life. Employing both gravity defying technology and lift, the bounty hunter almost spun out of control, as his rapid plummet quickly and violently slowed to a crawl of where it had once been. His eyes briefly lost focus, yet he quickly stabilized himself and them at the rather low altitude of 2500 meters.[about 8000 feet] A sense of absolute joy shot through the bounty hunter at another successful death defying stunt achieved. The rest of the descent was relatively peaceful, allowing the bounty hunter to enjoy the view as he floated more or less down to the ground. In contrast the sun rose high and higher into the sky. He aimed for his target structure which was a nearby rooftop. This exercise had truly been designed to be tough. Landing in a smaller target zone, that was elevated would be something more likely to do in the field, than say a small grassy soft field some place. When he was about a story and half up, he cut the power to the pack and dropped. It was far quieter to drop then it would be to float all the way down. Furthermore it was easier to get a sound suppression system like a belt, that would mask a mere drop instead of a whole jetpack. He knew from personal experience that a two story drop was likely to hurt if not injure him. So he had waited until he was sure of no injury. Landing with a relativity dull thud, the adrenaline was still high as he quickly pulled out his lightsaber. There were three battle droids standing on the rooftop. He dispatched all three quickly and quietly, allowing this entry to be the only time he used the Force. The urge to laugh to overcome the rush was quickly swallowed as his ship suddenly appeared over head in view. He sighed silently to himself. He had scheduled to practice this exercise three more times, if only to switch the method of dispatching the droids. Truth be told, he was unsure of the best method and wanted to just know by memory what would be best to fall back on. ”œStatus report on the apprentice.”

The mechanical voice sounded over the comm again. "Here we are in the heart of manufacturing for most of the droids in the galaxy. As of late some one has been stealing top of the line Slicer droids. The local authorities are at a loss. That is where you would come in. Normally I would handle this myself but, this should pose little challenge to a man such as yourself. Find the being responsible, either bring him to justice or kill him. The local authorities have pierced together a dosser of the being in question. Some Duros named calling himself Stonebone Kandar. They claim he is armed with a lightfoil and e-11 blaster. the Slicer droids went missing, a few security droids disappeared as well. It is safe to assume he has reprogrammed those for his own personal safety." There was a silence as the comm shut off before one more quip came forth. "Take the creature with you." The comm shut off one more time as the ramp opened, exposing the man to the gentle light of a sunrise. What the Sith didn't know and wouldn't for some time was on this mission he wouldn't be alone in more ways than one.

Slicer raised an eyebrow with conflicting emotions. He was both mildly annoyed and pleased at the same time. The man had finished early which was good, yet had interrupted his current reading of Future weapons. Tossing the datapad aside, his hands move and moments later the ship came to life. The ship ramp opening was the only indication that Slicer had heard the man at all. A gentle purr might have startled the new found creature as the ship came to life. As various consoles light up, Slicer didn't bother to check to see if the young man had gotten on board. Already clearing his departure with traffic control the ship began to lift soon afterwards and as the ramp sealed those who had been smart enough to get on board quickly streaked toward hyperspace.

The hustle and bustle of the space lanes did not deter the Bounty hunter as he made his decent downward. He like many who had dealings with the smugglar's moon had pre-established arrangements. It was the cost of doing business, and it always helped to have a landing pad or two open and available at your sudden arrival. Won't be surprised if the kid dies out here. The comm snapped to life again as he addressed his lone occupant in the back. "You have three hours to find yourself a 'pet'. Find a young Anooba, narglatch, kath hound, or Dark wolf. The choice is up to you. I would come with you but, as I don't know what kind of trouble you are in with the Hutts, I wouldn't know what to expect. Perhaps you should use what is in your package to disguise yourself. Either way your clock is ticking." He didn't bother asking if the man had money. If he didn't he would simply have to find a different way to acquire the pet. He did know that if the man had not completed this task with in his allotted three hours, he would abandon him on the world. The ramp open and the rotting stench of desperate living permeated itself through the ship.

The comm fizzled dead as the communication was cut short. This left the young sith still being observed by the two now curious AI. Still no more words were issued from the bounty hunter in the cockpit. Be it from resuming work, or just a simple lack of communication would be unknown the the young man in the back. Still the journey from that point was quick and soon the familiar jolt of a landing signified an arrival. ((Continued on Nar-shadaa.))

"Most beings call me Slicer. You will get to call me Master." He chuckled to himself even though that was not heard on the intercom. "Revenge against the Hutts. What did they do to you?" And this just got both funny and interesting.

A blast door slammed shut between the cockpit and the rest of the ship. The two Ai, monitored the extra passenger, while Slicer attended to other matters. After all he was a rather busy guy. He had a host of accountants he needed to double check, with other accountants, spy network updates, as well as go over quarterly reviews for Benediction Firebrand and all of its subsidiaries. This meant for the better part of three hours, there was no word from the bounty hunter, as he was locked deep in a meditative state, using the Force to turn himself into a hub of information. Scanning documents and legal matters, as quickly as possible, as well as sending out the appropriate orders for actions to be taken. With the recent addition of Darkwatch into his realm of control, it seemed that he would have to adapt to certain policies that were rumored to be forming. He could attempt to put a stop to such groups forming but, in the end, it was far better to let them police, then for him to worry about policing such areas. If anything it free up more resources, and with the increase in competent man power, most of his assets were rather well protected at this point. After he was finished for the time being with the businesses, he decidedly took a nap. For one hour he did nothing more than sleep, as the AI continue to monitor the young sith. Having rested, he crammed down a ration bar, as he couldn't be bothered to find any sort of real food in the cockpit. Stretched and considered going another round in the business arena. He had been in the business long enough that he knew his limits, and used the Force to comprehend such things on an unconscious level. He generally had a 1:3 ration. Every three hours he spent was equal to about 9 hours another person would have spent in the same subject. As such he generally pulled overtime in terms of his own mental capacities. Having left the young Sith in silence for the better part of four hours, a sudden mechanical voice broadcasting itself over the ship. "Lets start with a proper introduction. How about a name? No backstory, but maybe some life goals, a life philosophy. Help me understand what use I will have for you."

Darkwatch is now under the parent company of Benediction Firebrand. This includes Darkwatch arms manufacturing, and Neogenesis medical group. Darkwatch has operations on a number of planets, including Mechis III, Artus, Gromas, Silence, and the Hapes Cluster. Clone development continues unabated on Naboo, Trulalis, and Kamino. Kuat shipyards continues production as normal. It also has a contract giving it ten percent of Black Sun's profits. Two of its labs are located on Kamino and Ishvara. It is also well known to be a mercenary group. The standard solider is laid out in the following way: Darkwatch Armor Defense: All around balanced defense, lightsaber resistance, rebreather, shields. Mechanical attributes: Advanced comms and intel suite, smart grenade system, adaptive camo, holofade device. Weapons: Darkwatch pulse phase slug rifle, sidearm, smart grenades. Special solider types include: Viper Division Veteran: An elite sniper trained in urban warfare and stealth. Armed with a silenced rail rifle and wearing an adaptive camouflage cloak. Darkwatch Elite: Unmatched soldier chosen from the most experienced of the Darkwatch warrior fraternity. Equipped with shielded power armor with full utility loadout and a pulse phase slugthrower. Shadows: are discontinued Weapon definitions are as follows: Smart grenades are grenades that won't go off near a friendly ident Pulse phase slug rifles are automatic weapons that fire hybrid rounds, mass enveloped in energy

History of lightsaber style: Sith Master Darth Asperser commonly known as Slicer, is the founder and creator of this form. A man of high intelligence, and the philosophy to be prepared for anything as well as to keep everyone misdirected so even your hidden enemies have no idea where to strike. Craving a form to call his own, during his tutelage as a Sith padawan while operating as an Imperial officer, he struggled to maintain a firm handle of his emotions. Unlike most Sith who feel that in order to truly be successful you must wear your emotions on your sleeve, he felt that such rampant displays of emotion weakened one's ability to accomplish goals instead of strengthened it. Refusing to be reliant on such displays of emotion to over come opponents in duels, he shortly abandoned his first attempt at creating his own lightsaber style, which relied on just that sort of Sith teaching. To the point that he would often end up with a red haze covering his view, with threats and things of noted magnified or highlighted in his own perceptions. Instead, he turned inward into mastering his emotions, and reflecting the cool and calm demeanor that he would later display outwardly during duels. Upon becoming a bounty Hunter, the then Sith Lord still desired to have a lightsaber style that would be primarily for assassinations, yet still fit his over all philosophy. His form is based off of himself in more ways than one. As a man with such a firm grasp and control over his emotions, he considers this form to embody him in more ways than one. The first being in his nature to misdirect and confuse those he could potentially be facing. The second being of the idea that he feels the force itself is quite powerful, and between that and his own inner demons, he has a monster inside of him waiting to be unleashed that he must keep firmly in check, lest it consume him. As such he has given the form its own 'monster' to unleash, through the style it employs. Philosophy: The philosophy that lead to the creation of this particular form lies in three general modes. Time is money, don't fight if you don't have to. Walk away if need be, and finish it quickly if you must. Defending is more worthwhile than attacking as aggression led to frustration, and frustration in any kind of sport or exercise led to one becoming tired much quicker. Yet, defending can waste time, so make your defense your attack and your attack your defense. Every strike is a block and every block is a strike. Surprise, misdirection, deceit and deception. With out these, you have nothing but predictability. Master these and you shall be unstoppable. No enemies, both seen or unseen shall know how to strike you. code: The First Pillar, Honor, was defined by Korunnai tradition as the obligation to oneself, primarily one's own reputation, and secondarily one's own safety. This Pillar advocated honesty, truthfulness, fearlessness, restraint, and unconditional love. Self explanatory, though his love is not necessarily for sentient beings in the galaxy, but instead he loves how the galaxy works, and how he can manipulate parts of it to work his way. Prescripts you would find in this section: Honesty:  Peace is a lie, there is only passion  Trust no one, but use everyone.  Only allies and adversaries and enemies.  Through passion, I gain strength.  It is the internal struggles, when fought and won on their own, that yield the strongest rewards Truthfulness:  Imagination is a warrior's and an assassin's most important weapon.  Those who choose ignorance will never know their own greatness.  Through strength, I gain power.  Through power, I gain victory.  Those who fear death will never achieve pure power.  How can one who doesn't believe in his own powers stand against the power of another? It is impossible.  Everyone dies. It is the final and only ever lasting justice.  Evil exists; it is intelligence in the service of entropy.  Evil requires intent  The dark side is about survival. It's about unleashing your inner power. It glorifies the strength of the individual.  Surprise, misdirection, deceit and deception. With out these, you have nothing but predictability. Master these and you shall be unstoppable. No enemies, both seen or unseen shall know how to strike you.  The weak do not understand the Force.  The ability to do whatever one wished is not perfection  An assassin is more than his armor and kit. HE is preparation. Fearlessness:  A bounty hunter never complains.  If you must die, make sure you bring down your enemies and raise your allies and family.  A bounty hunter must always be ready to go anywhere and face any danger.  It is the dual role of both being predator and being prey that makes hunting humans so fascinating. The ability to co-exist in both roles is what some refer to as the challenge, or perhaps even the glory of the hunt. Restraint:  Never tell the whole truth in a trade.  Do that which you fear most, and you will find the courage you seek.  Always be polite to a client.  Vary your routine. Patterns are traps.  Never call attention to yourself.  Those who yield to passion will fail to dominate.  Always be polite. Especially to your enemies.  Those who suffer emotion will never enjoy peace.  Watch out for things that go too well.  Say no more than necessary.  Lightsaber skills, important they are. How to use as well as how not to use. When to move as well as when not to move.  The best blades are kept in their sheaths.  Defending is more worthwhile than attacking as aggression led to frustration, and frustration in any kind of sport or exercise led to one becoming tired much quicker. Yet, defending can waste time, so make your defense your attack and your attack your defense. Every strike is a block and every block is a strike.  To embrace combat in place of meditation constantly, and focused all emotions on battle rather than calm is a way to ruin.  Never have an utter reliance on emotions, it unleashes monsters and clouds your judgment. Ruin is soon to follow. Unconditional love:  The bounty hunter is free of attachments.  If you care for others, then dispense with pity and sacrifice and recognize the value in letting them fight their own battles. And when they triumph, they will be even stronger for the victory.  justice is a consequence, so that civilization can exist  confrontation/conflict is required for growth, on the personal as well as the galactic level. More important than Honor was the Second Pillar, Duty, which represented the obligation to others beyond the self. This Pillar advocated diligence in work and loyalty to elders and the ghôsh. This he applies to his occupation, once hired he won't switch loyalties to be on the winning side or for more money. Prescripts: Obligation beyond self:  He who hires my hand, hires my whole self.  If you must die, make sure you bring down your enemies and raise your allies and family.  Your reputation exists beyond you. It permeates every action you and those around you do.  You represent your client once employed. Diligence in work:  A bounty hunter never gets distracted by the big picture. He know it's the little things that count.  To dominate you're opponent's movements, you must be superior, you must surpass his movements  Time is money, don't fight if you don't have to. Walk away if need be, and finish it quickly if you must.  The act of predation can be broken down into a maximum of four stages: Detection of prey, attack, capture and finally consumption.  The ability to attain perfection leaves no room for improvement, and his fatal to that of mortals.  A tank the symbol of an unstoppable might, can be taken down by something as small as a grenade. Not because the grenade is more powerful than the tank, but because of where the grenade is placed. Or the tank can be taken out by a relatively small device in relation to the tank such as an anti-tank mine.  NO Bounty Is Worth Dying For Loyalty to elders and ghôsh:  If you must die, make sure you bring down your enemies and raise your allies and family.  If you seek to aid everyone that suffers in the galaxy, you will only weaken yourself”¦ and weaken them.  Betray not those who hold dominion over you.  Necessity makes allies Even greater than Duty was Family, the Third Pillar. It was similar in function to the Second Pillar, but with a much narrower scope, applying specifically toward love and care of one's immediate family. It advocated care for one's elderly parents, love of one's spouse and children, and defense of one's relatives. Another reason why he tries to rush to the planet's defense, since his relatives do live on world. Though he has no family that he has started Love and care of one's own:  A favor is an investment.  If you must die, make sure you bring down your enemies and raise your allies and family. Defense of what is yours:  If you must die, make sure you bring down your enemies and raise your allies and family.  Nature arms and equips an animal to find its place and living in the world and at the same time she arms and equips another animal to destroy it  Might makes right, or only the strongest shall survive are falsehood.  Cunning is the most devious yet useful tool of all.  perfection is the ruin of those who can taste death  arrogance is unbecoming. An arrogant assassin is a dead assassin. The supreme Pillar, superseding the demands of all else, was the Fourth Pillar, the Herd. The grasser herds of the Korunnai people were their only link to survival on the Korunnal Highland, they provided food and transportation, and without its herd, a ghôsh would die. Korunnai law demanded that one's allegiance lie, above all else, even one's own children, to the grassers of the herd, as they alone kept the race alive. This translates for him as your livelihood or, properties, businesses, assets. That which is greater than yourself”¦ the herd:  All power comes from outside the weak.  sapient beings, to some degree, must be accorded respect  Money is power.  Through power, I gain victory.  Through victory, my chains are broken.  The Force shall free me.  Life feeds on death.  There are those who kill or perverse life and the environment for their own gain and pleasure. They are lured by greed, or by the temptation to use their power to do as they please. They believe their power belongs to them, and in this it controls them, as they focus solely on the power itself, and how to better try and manipulate it. In that they are not evil by choice per say but, instead evil by coincidence or necessity. They become evil by necessity in order to harness the power, they must be evil, yet inbeing evil they wish only to harness the power.  A darksider that reached the pinnacle of their power, they would axiomatically lose control of it.  Anarchy is bad for business

Private owner and CEO retires and leaves company in good hands CEO change signals new era for Darkwatch. By Alliston Saper Staff Writer, Holonet News With the tycoon known as Dagon recent exit as chief executive of Darkwatch, an era for the company has ended. Darkwatch has suffered through the pitfalls of strategic shifts however it has been at the forefront of many technology opportunities, and analysts say Dagon leaves it an profitable, and stable, company. Under Dagon's leadership, Darkwatch has become the most efficient and effective privately owned company second only to KCV enterprises. It has done this by merging its many assets adopting a single corporate structure. It also approved a far-reaching health-impact goal calling for the increase of quality as well as cutting edge medical care by 25 percent in the poorest regions of the galaxy. In that proposal was in increase in proper Obstetrics & Gynecology training and care through out the galaxy under the Anakin Skywalker clause. This goal was achieved this year, two years ahead of time. During Dagon's tenure as CEO, the organization has experienced its greatest period of financial growth and made many significant advances, including: - Creating the Neogenesis, as a division of Darkwatch. -- Introducing quality of care initiatives such as Get With The Guidelines, which encourages hospitals to improve care and outcomes for patients by following scientifically proven treatments and guidelines; -- Collaborating with the Empire to develop a goods and services program, -- Preparing tens of thousands of security personnel to work in hot spots around the Galaxy, as well as employing veterans out of service. -- Developing new science that's the foundation of many programs and initiatives, and launching several strategically focused research programs. However it is important to note that Darkwatch is a privately held company and does not publish much information about internal affairs. Needless to say the success of Darkwatch has made Dagon the second most successful businessman in the galaxy. About Darkwatch It's an organization that has three focuses, security, weapons manufacture and precision combat resolution, the pursuit of which is guided by principles of honor, integrity, and the preservation of civilian life. The lesser known subsidiary of Darkwatch, Neogenesis, provided cutting edge medical care across the galaxy, especially in areas that normally don't have access to advanced medical care. It's assets and influence includes Hapes, Kuat, substantial facilities on Kamino, Silence, Gromas, Artus, ten percent of Black Sun's profits. Darkwatch has operations on a number of planets, including Mechis III. Clone development continues unabated on Naboo, Trulalis, and Kamino. Kuat shipyards continues production as normal. Handing over the reins Darkwatch is being turned over to another man of mystery. Still this man is rumored to be the owner of the highly successful Galactic gun shop which offers custom made goods to anyone who asks. No doubt the new surplus of Phrik and Cortosis will go a long way to boosting sales in that department. As an added bonus Darkwatch would have another location to have custom made materials made for its security personnel. Another benefit of this merge is the partnership between the Green Moon enterprise, known for its stim packs and close works with IA. They are also well known for their dedication to supplying militaristic factions with bacta and other medical items as well as their focus to building cloning centers on worlds spanning the galaxy. This will help span the influence of both groups as they combine their resources in order to better serve the galaxy. Of course one of the most exciting aspects of the merge is that the Kuat shipping yards will now also be backed by the power of Bornaryn Trading which took control of Industrial Automaton. This is good news as now cutting edge developments made by the merger in security and medicine will be more accessible to the common populous in the form of droids and accessories on ships. As statement was made by the owner, who for his own personal reasons asked to not have his face or name shown. ”œWe are VERY excited about this recent turn of events. The possibilities this has opened up have quite honestly become unlimited. Of course one of our goals is to stay in neutral ground. Though a lot of our contracts are with governments. We wish to make sure that all people from all walks of life, can get the goods and services they want or need with out government interference or ban. We now have the power and the means to safely and securely ensure our business operations in the fields of medicine, security, and improvement in the quality of life.  We have truly become an equalizer. The less fortunate will now have the means to get the same quality of health as those of greater fortune. Those with out the manpower can buy whole mechanic armies, or have the experience of seasoned veterans on retainer for a price. All to help secure their borders and protect their interests. Local militia and planetary governments now have the means to quality weapons, armor, and supplies to supply their security forces with. In short we have evened the playing field to those who have the right price in terms of security, and equipment/weapons manufacturing. We have tip the scales to equalize a fair chance at quality healthcare, so that the weak can become strong, the sick can become healthy, the poor can maintain their family unit. Our innovations our cutting edge, and our goal is simple. We shall be the champion of civilization with this merger. We have become the fully realized Benediction Firebrand or BF for short. Why BF? Because we want you to know we are YOUR best friend.”