My Babies Daddy(s)

[Miss Blonde]

Cartao, Spaarti Headquarters.

Patricia had sent out a message to the galaxy and a simple one at that, she was planning on undertaking a rather adventurous project. Now that Spaarti Creations was under her control and ownership she now owned both a weapons and vehicle company and a cloning company. So putting two and two together it equaled Clone armies for sale. Despite what some people thought Patricia was not a communist just because she hung out with the rebel alliance from time to time, nope she was as corporate and capitalist as one could possibly be.

So this meant that if Patricia was going to undertake such a project she needed to find two or more suitable candidates for her clone armies, and as they said variety was the spice of life. With that in mind Patricia waited at the jungle headquarters of Spaarti, a massive structure that was testimony to where the corporate world could take you.

The mission was very simple, find the chosen few to build this army, clone them, train them, then sell them to the masses. There was always a profit to be made in war and Patricia was going to make sure she was on the top of the market. Apparently droids were the hot item on the galactic market, but Patricia was hoping this project could have clones make a comeback. So she would wait for her guests to arrive and begin the process of extensive try outs and tests. There were even a few scientists and corporate types coming as well to help out.

[member="Lord Tarantula"] [member="Grozurra"] [member="Ultimatum"] [member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"] [member="Farlon Orbit"] [member="Death's Hand"] [member="Grimm"]

 

[Jaster Awaud]

[member="Patricia Susan Garter"]

Jaster felt awkward about being in republic space. He had spend many months in the Unknown Region setting up negotiations with companies for the planned exploration. The only missing piece was a military force to back his already growing Naval Influence, this was when he heard of New Clone Army being produced by the Spaarti Labs. He took the opportunity to pull strings to not only be one of the first customers, but also assist with the Genetics Division. A wonderful positions to be placed to work on his future soldiers.

Jaster arrived to the labs as scheduled, he never liked being early or late to any event if he could prevent it. As such he didnt travel with a Umbrella Fleet or even an escort, Just himself in his Lab Coat, and walked into the relatively new cloning facility.

This would be interesting, he waited in the lobby for someone to get him to meet his new boss.

 

[Grimm]

Grimm heard news of a company wishing to recreate a clone army for combat sources. It was more like the high light of his day, a chance to work in close relations of his intended product called war.

He was wearing a duster cloak as his YT-2400 landed at the intended location. The structure was impressive and massive, it also must have many defenses to protect it from harm.

He entered the lobby, spotting another man in a lab coat. He nodded towards him and waited for the host.


[member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"]
[member="Patricia Susan Garter"]

 

[Farlon Orbit]

Orbit arrived on a shuttle filled with other's visiting the planet. He was staying under cover because his helmet's visor was not favored by most. Semi-disguised in his brown cloak and clone armor he made his way to the spaarti clonning centers. When he arrived he pulled down his hood and relieved his head of the helmet.

Orbit was anxious to do this, it would be like Kamino so many years ago. Surrounded by family, most who would die in the clutches of war.
So when he arrived, he made sure he didn't look nervous, besides what was all that genetic engineering, and training for anyways?


[member="Patricia Susan Garter"] [member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"]

 

[Grozurra]

Grozurra sat rather uncomfortably on a chair that was, quite obviously, not designed with Wookiees in full Beskar'kandar in mind. His knees were bent at an awkward angle and he could have sword the chair was about to give out. The armored wookiee tried not to think too much about the chair as he read one of the dozen or so magazines that were nearly three months old. On the far side of the room, a cheap display screen was tuned to a Republic News Channel and a young, blond, human girl smiled at the camera as she reported on yet another Sith attack against one of their worlds. Grozurra dropped the magazine back into the table that sat in front of him. It joined the disorganized pile of discarded magazines that Grozurra had gone through while he sat in the lobby of the clinic.

Absently, Grozurra pulled a slip of paper from one of his belt pouches. The Mandalorian Wookiee gently unfolded the scrap of paper and read out the advertisement again.



Reclaimer Arms & Industrial.
Now accepting genetic donations from select, qualified individuals.
Give others the gift of life.
All chosen donors to be compensated according to their donations.



Absently, Grozurra wondered what sort of magazines they would have when he gave his donation.

 

[Lord Tarantula]

Kyale was kriffing ecstatic. This cloning facility was like a test bed waiting to happen. The Lord Tarantula could visualize the combat implants in his brain. They would go there, and there, and maybe even one over there... It was like a masterpiece that would flow out of the cyborg when he had the raw materials in front of him. A clone army that was almost as well-modified as him would be astounding to see in action.

Never as well-modded as he was, though... Lord Tarantula's body was his own unique masterpiece. Even any children he ever had would not get the same amount of modification and nerve upgrades that Kyale gave to himself. Thinking back to it, most of his cybernetics were the product of circumstance and chance, rather than any sort of considered choice. Especially his lungs.

At any rate, Kyale saw a couple of the sort of people who thought lab coats made them scientists, and walked over, letting the photoreceptors in his cybernetic claws sweep over the rest of the room. He looked at the more uncomfortable-looking of the two men, and grinned. He said, "I can't wait until I can pick apart and rebuild some clones... So much fun!"

[member="Patricia Susan Garter"] [member="Farlon Orbit"] [member="Grimm"] [member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"]

 

[Jaster Awaud]

[member="Lord Tarantula"]

Jaster grinned at the man who was teasing some of the candidates and walked over to him, Jaster couldn't get a read on him. He seemed like an ordinary man, but Jaster knew that no ordinary man would work on this project without arterial motives.

"Hello, I assume you will be working on this project?" Jaster held out his hand to greet the other scientist, "I'm Dr. Jaster Awaud, PhD in Genetics and Bioengineering, it will be interesting to work with you."

 

[Lord Tarantula]

Kyale looked at the man who introduced himself. He definitely did have the self-assured air of somebody with a few degrees under his belt. However, what was more important to the Tarantula was the man's name. Jaster Awaud rang a bell... Something to do with Mandalorians and Sith... Something to do with... Something. Rain? Clouds? Lightning storms?

Damn, there was something important about that guy. Was he a former war hero? Tarantula shrugged and shook Awaud's hand back, replying, "Mr. Awaud, I know I've heard your name before. In reference to Mandalorians and Sith. And something or other about a raincoat company? Do I have that right?"

[member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"] [member="Grozurra"] [member="Farlon Orbit"] [member="Grimm"] [member="Patricia Susan Garter"]

 

[Jaster Awaud]

[member="Lord Tarantula"]

Jaster looked slightly confused, he was of course a Mandalorian, but he was also an exile. He did have contracts with some Sith characters, but none that really were conflicts.

Something did stand out though, his Company, "Ah, yes, I am the CEO of Umbrella Interest, we are a medical, Bioengineer, and Trading company operating in the Unknown Region, as for being Mandalorian, yes though I am branded a Dar'mando."

Jaster did hope he didn't come off to strong, he just wish to work with people who knew what they were doing. Having a PhD in Genetics was something he saw was needed to work on cloning, and this stated he knew what he was doing. Now though, Jaster was interested in what this man was for in the grand plan of it all.

 

[Miss Blonde]

Patricia and a group of Spaarti scientist stood at the center of bridge that extended out to the other landing platforms, she wore a form fitting red dress and tapped her foot against the concrete. The various mad scientists and doctors had arrived along with other clone template candidates. Patricia inspected everyone and gave any that approached her various nods handshakes and other greetings. She would save the real talking for when they all went into the main lobby.

"Gentlemen, if you'll all please follow me." She said addressing the fabulous people who had answered their ad.

Patricia turned from the landing pads and walked back to the main building and lobby of the massive headquarters of Spaarti Labs. After a few brisk steps Patricia entered the lobby and saw the beast of a wookie that seemed to be here to answer her ad. On the holo screen above was a republic news broadcast that she shook her head at and quickly dismissed as background noise. Now turning to face the crowd Patricia and her posse of scientists stood underneath the company's banner and the little five foot two blonde began to speak.

"If you are here to be an applicant for the cloning template please stand on the right, you will soon be escorted to our testing room where you will be given a few medical examinations and tests followed by a combat simulator. If you are here with another company or are a free lance scientist then please come with me. We will be observing the candidates as they go through the process." Patricia said aloud then a set of doors opened up to the right of her so the applicants could go through the process.

[member="Lord Tarantula"] [member="Grozurra"] Ultimatum [member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"] [member="Farlon Orbit"] [member="Death's Hand"] [member="Grimm"]

 

[Ultimatum]

Ultimatum was late as seemed to be usual now, caught up in an accident involving some droids on a transport had led to his being held up to make sure that he was 'clean'. They had tried to locate his master, however he had told them that there was none and they had still wasted their time and his. Following the fact that there was no master to find, they did a search to make certain that Ultimatum was some sort of terrorist threat or anything.

No need to say, Ultimatum was somewhat worn out with organics, however he hid his exasperation and made his way to the facility. He was interested in the company's want to reestablish the clone usefulness. Certainly clones were a workable solution to the hunger of warfare, however Ultimatum didn't enjoy warfare so he normally tried to avoid making anything to war's end.

He at last arrived and found that everybody was inside. He stepped in and waited at the back of the group, listening intently. He stayed put, as a droid was not a good template for an organic clone, at least so far as the purposes went.

[member="Patricia Susan Garter"] [member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"] [member="Lord Tarantula"] [member="Grozurra"] [member="Farlon Orbit"] [member="Grimm"]

 

[Lord Tarantula]

Lord Tarantula replied, "An exile? Fascinating," before turning to look at their new employer for the day.

Kyale's first impression of Miss Patricia Garter was, wow she's tiny. He never really had another impression of her, because that was the one that stuck. He didn't stop to be impressed that a woman who was probably a year or two younger than him was running a Spaarti facility. He definitely didn't stop to check her out. That wasn't his thing. He could appreciate that she was pretty and all, but he didn't care right at that moment. He cared that she was freaking miniscule.

Why? He's a mad scientist... Who cares why? He's got strange thought processes almost by definition.

Anyway, he stepped towards the left after the small blonde woman. He was definitely here to observe, and hopefully here to experiment a little bit. A functioning clone of any of these people wasn't even needed. He simply needed a living one to use as a test bed to see what implants would kill the subjects and what implants would work.

When this thought process ended, he smiled slightly at the blonde woman and greeted her, "Hello, Miss Garter. I'm Tarantula. You won't mind me asking whether this will be funneled to the Republic or Rebels at all, will you?"

[member="Patricia Susan Garter"] [member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"] [member="Grozurra"] [member="Grimm"] [member='Ultimatum']

 

[Edward Frisby]

[member="Patricia Susan Garter"] [member="Lord Tarantula"] [member="Ultimatum"] [member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"] [member="Grozurra"] [member="Grimm"] [member="Farlon Orbit"]

Frisby hadn't exactly felt like socializing with the other patients, instead he quietly thought of guns, jetpacks, scantly clad female Mandalorians and of course, tuna. Twas an interesting experience, acknowledging your own madness. Somehow Frisby suspected it made him able to deal with it more then others. They'd insist on their sanity while using a rake to attack womp rats that aren't there. He however, accepted it, keeping the delusions out of his head except for the odd spells.

His musings were interrupted by the arrival of their host, a petite, blonde haired woman. Her words were lost to his ears but he got the message, and followed behind the group in an somewhat comically hurried pace. He stopped for a moment while the Massive droid passed alongside him. Physical differences notwithstanding, the droid reminded him of Vogel, Frisby's wing-droid and pilot. Vogel in fact, was one of the reasons he was doing this. A certain Hutt had captured his droid and demanded that Frisby hunt a bounty for him if he wanted him back.

Normally he'd accept any job, but with the Hutts he made an exception. He'd ran into enough in his early days to know they were bad news. Nevertheless he had to accept it, even though financially he was incapable of completing it at that moment. And all that led to here, Frisby being stuck in a lab where he most likely would be, well, stuck with a needle. Oh how he hated needles, they were like claws except they stabbed instead of slashed. And normally they were wielded by a pretty nurse who's visage takes his mind off of it...

The woman spoke again, telling him and the others to go to the right, but who's right? Hers? theirs? He'd take a chance and guess she wasn't courteous enough to mean their right and instead was hogging the directions all to herself. Though the promise of combat did lesson the "insult."

Frisby went towards the door but paused under the frame. "Um," he said in a fidgety tone while holding a finger up inquisitively, "will there be any... needles?"

 

[Willa Isard]

[member="Patricia Susan Garter"]

She was from the look of it the only female there.... which for cloning purposes well said a few things to her. She had known some tough girls who wanted could fight. NOw she was moving as she stood there with her anti- material rifle on her back and smg on her hip. The shatter pistol against her boot under the sheath with the armatech under barrel attachments she could switch out while she was moving to go towards the testing areas. "Alright then, this should be fun." She rolled her shoulders checking her armor while she moved towards the rightside of the room.

 

[Jaster Awaud]

[member="Lord Tarantula"] [member="Patricia Susan Garter"]

The man was quite an oddity, well that wandered his question of weather he was crazy or had alternate motives. This man was a true definition of curious and possible mad.

Jaster was interrupted in his thought process with the boss lady entering the lobby. She spoke with confidence that it reminded him of a short young lady he had meet on Nar Shadda, though he got so drunk he couldn't remember her name. She was a very assertive and spoke with not just kindness, but power. Jaster enjoyed her ability to take control of such a spread of people.

Jaster walked up to Miss Garter and when the mad scientist asked his question, Jaster thought it was rude, but listened for an answer.

 

[Grimm]

Grimm watched as more people came into the lobby. Many interesting fellows, some weird and others just plain mad. He didn't care in the slightest, other then being overlooked.

When the host finally appeared in the form of a blonde women. He just shrugged, trying to decide what to do either left or right? Could he stand in the middle? First he would observe them, it would be an interesting task that she has planned.

He just moved to the left, watching as the spider like guy was asking more questions. It was a good question to say the least. He would wait his turn to speak up for himself like a sniper in the brush waiting for the perfect shot.

[member="Lord Tarantula"]
[member="Patricia Susan Garter"]
[member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"]
[member="Grozurra"]
[member="Farlon Orbit"]

 

[Preliat Mantis]

Preliat watched the individuals chatter about, and began to run through various scenarios on how to kill them with his tomahawk, save for [member="Grozurra"], whom he'd happily stand back twenty feet and use his flamethrower to finish him off. However, his thought pattern was interrupted, and he began to shuffle through the door to the right. He hadn't bothered to take off his helmet, and wasn't looking forward to taking off his armor, either. It was a long process, but he figured that the process would at least be worth it in the end. He blinked, thinking of an army of himself running around and causing problems. He'd have a few conditions, and they wouldn't exactly be him. They wouldn't have his ferocity and all of his skillsets, but physically and genetically- they'd have the perfect template for a soldier beyond measure.

Then again, they wouldn't be Mandalorians. So he couldn't really measure their potential worth.


However, he felt, out of the candidates, he was the most qualified. So, he waited for the exams, and the combat simulation to begin.

 

[Farlon Orbit]

Orbit didn't really care about the others, except for one. He recognized him by imagining him down a sniper scope,

"Jaster Awaud, I remember you from Bakura. You killed 36 men of my men that day, during your 'science' expedition."

But Orbit was cut off by the hostess arrival, and thusly he followed. When they reached the testing area Orbit entered, following the order to the word. As he entered all his anxiety left him in a silent rush, he was ready to show what he could do.

[member="Preliat Mantis"] [member="Grimm"] [member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"] [member="Edward Frisby"] [member="Lord Tarantula"] [member="Ultimatum"] [member="Patricia Susan Garter"]

 

[Grozurra]

[member="Patricia Susan Garter"]

Grozurra stood awkwardly from the tiny chair as the woman called for the applicants to rise and make their way into the testing areas. The wookiee wasn't quite sure what the woman would be testing for, but Grozurra was reasonably sure that he would pass the test. Well... There was that one night on Zeltros that he couldn't remember. Unless something... unfortunate had happened that night, he should be able to pass the test easily.

As he walked down the hallway and to the testing area, Grozurra quietly wondered to himself what sort of genetic extraction process they would use.

"Is... this where I go?" Grozurra asked, his helmet translating his voice to galactic basic as he communicated with the technicians. "What do you need me to do?"

 

[Miss Blonde]

"Clones will be sold to the open market to their buyers, if the republic or rebellion wishes to sign a contract then they may. But Spaarti does not discriminate on who they sell clones to as long as they are treated with basic human rights and are well cared for, we obviously won't be selling to some warlord on a fringe world that would abuse the clones as they are men and women, not just clones." Patricia said addressing the question of where these clones would be going to.

"Applicants continue through the doors on the right. We will begin examinations." She said as she turned to the large droid and all of the other scientist who could enhance the performances of the future army.

"Now gentlemen if you'll follow me, we will be observing the applicants and discussing business." Patricia said and the the tiny five foot two blonde walked through a set of doors on the left that lead up to a set of stairs.

For the applicants once they crossed the threshold of the doors they would be escorted down a long hallway and into a very clean and sterile room that smelled of bleach and other chemical cleaners. Everything had a very dull medical feel to it and there were various operation tables laid out with a series of doctors holding different pointy medical devices, so to answer the previous question about if there was going to be needles. Yes, yes there was.

"Please, lay down and we'll begin the bio scans and start taking bits of DNA. Not to worry, nothing you'll need. Just some spinal fluid, blood, brain matter, and muscle tissue." A man in a set of scrubs said to the group.

As for Patricia she stood in a observation deck above head and looked over to the friendly crowd of people who had come with her. Suppose it was time to get to tbd brass tax of things, everybody wanted something.

"So let's get down to things, whose who and what do you bring to the table to contribute to this project. As you know Spaarti clones are grown in a year and history tells us that they were poorly trained, this will be a five plus year project to fully grow and train the clones. So if anyone is here for a quick buck look somewhere else, we are looking to create the next wave of clone soldiers to combat both Yuuzhan Vong and droids that seem to be all the rage." Patricia said with a solid but gentle tone to her guests.


[member="Lord Tarantula"] [member="Grozurra"] Ultimatum [member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"] [member="Farlon Orbit"] [member="Grimm"] [member="Preliat Mantis"] [member="Willa Isard"] [member="Edward Frisby"]