My Babies Daddy(s)

[Jaster Awaud]

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

Jaster did his best to ignor the particapents as Jaster would see them true selfs through their DNA structure. Jaster was a grade A geneticist, capable of telling the base line of any sentient being and their abilities. Jaster had created creatures of many designed, genetic combinations were his specalty. While many called it an abomination to the science, Jaster saw it as a chance to increase species abilities. He did his best to stray away from Vong breeding which took to long, and instead choose Genetic Combinging at an embryonic stage. He was good at what he did.

He walked to the observation room and without delay took a look at the datapad which would read their given history. As well as sending a holo-mail to his Agents in the underground to make sure they weren't lying. Of course Jaster would keep this to himself, as he was not the boss, but it would effect his grading during processing.

He looked over to his datapad and began to read off it, "None that really fly off the chart to me, but with only one female, I've got my vote just off the history."

As the patients began to speak Jaster glued his eyes to the datapad, but kept his ears open.

 

[Willa Isard]

Willa looked at the man as she stood there and was listening. Her attention aptly on the needles while she stretched out and jumped on the table. Her boots unclipping while she started to take them off and clenched her fist over letting her holsters and sheath be taken to the side. This was the best one could hope for and getting most of the things at least wasn't going to be impeded with requiring bone marrow as she finished and laid there waiting for a gown. The different tattoo's from Havok and Zathra Fett's canvas along her ribs were adding color while she finally laid as directed keeping her hands ready for something to come at them.

 

[Lord Tarantula]

Kyale wasn't terribly surprised by Garter's response, but there was at least a a chance that he could track any Republic purchases of these clones and get the intelligence back to Starchaser and his lot to go and capture the shipments. He ignored Jaster's muttering, and replied back to the small blonde woman a bit dryly, "In case anybody didn't notice, I have pretty extensive cybernetics. Very few of my internal mods were made or implanted by other people. Basically, I want to see whether a living but non-functional clone of any of these people can handle specific combat implants without the neural network that holds mine together."

[member='Patricia Susan Garter']

 

[Edward Frisby]

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

Frisby hesitantly took off his breastplate and sat both it and his helmet on the floor beside the table before laying on it. He looked over at Willa, his gaze lingering for a moment before he turned back towards the attendant. This wasn't what he'd signed up for, he'd thought it would be a simple combat test then a bit of blood. But no, now there was talk of spinal fluid and brain tissue.

In fact, he wasn't even sure he'd pass this. What if his madness had always been there genetically and his wound brought it on? IF that was the case, he wouldn't get far through this. No, he knew it was brought on the attack, it must have been. He was a veritable statue emotion wise before, and no hidden problem could turn him into this.

The attendant came over, needle in hand, as Edward recoiled slightly on the table. It wasn't so much as needles that bothered him, it was the pain they brought on, pure pain, with no distraction and no escape. It brought on the spells, sometimes useful, but not in peace time. It was the last thing he wanted to happen here, if they thought he was insane then he'd be booted out of here before he got any creds.

The man stuck him with the needle, and his fears were realized.

"I did it! I took the Lindbergh baby! I am 'Joseph Mengela AAAHHH!" he yelled while convulsing, oblivious to the confusion of the others and the attendant who was trying to think of a gentle way to tell him that was the anesthesia shot.

 

[Grimm]

Grimm looked at all the equipment she held in this location, it was impressive and he was just watching for the time being. He knew some genetic structures because of a mad scientist that wanted to tear him inside out.

Yet, he preferred to create weapons like a lord of war. His plans for the future were shrouded in darkness, until he could make his own light. Looking down at the applicants, they all had there own charm and skill sets. Maybe they can be used to create special squadrons.

When the women was done with prepping, she asked what was our goals. The spider guy just wanted to test how much a being can survive before dying and the other was just into his data pad. So he decided to speak up now.

"My name is Grimm, I create ships and combat vehicles for all purpose usages. I believe in progress, the clones here will be a fine example of what the future can bring. It takes time to create a master piece, currently my company is in the works of a state of the art virtual reality training faculty and programs to go with any combat situation that could occur." He said confidently to the host.

[member="Patricia Susan Garter"]

 

[Farlon Orbit]

Orbit undressed the armor resting on him. Taking each piece off and laying it in a small pile until he was in his black jumpsuit. Orbit was not impressed by the medical equipment, only thinking of it as the first stage of the tests. When he sat down on one of the tables, he showed no emotion. The Nurse came up with all the equipment she was suppose to inject and test him with he continued his detainment of any emotion.

This new line of clones would be very beneficial for him and his own mercenary group, the Open Circle Armada. But first he had to pass the tests, a task that could be easily passed if Orbit played it right. His eyes stared into space while thought about the future for him and his clones when he was distracted by the man with the mask. 'Overconfident' Orbit thought of him. Nonetheless Orbit had more worrying matters to think about.

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

 

[Ultimatum]

Ultimatum followed [member="Patricia Susan Garter"] as they moved about, when at last she addressed those that did not wish to be applicants, as he could not be. He was unsure as to whether he should have been there, if he should be able to take place among the organics while they attempted this feat. He wondered if this uncertainty was a fear of lessening himself as an artificial, or being trapped on all sides by those that are greater. Strange thought... Organics being greater than artificials, could it even be possible? Certainly they had an ingenuity that amazed Ultimatum and they were stronger in areas of the less logical mind that further confounded Ultimatum. However, they were inferior in terms of logical thought, and physical capabilities. It left him with questions about the identity of himself and droids within the galaxy. What role did they play beyond menial tasks?

Ultimatum had to terminate that line of questioning, at least for now. He saved the contents and thoughts and placed them safely within a backup file for later analysis. He turned his full attention to the statements and his intended response. "I will back this attempt with what funding I may from my people. I would also like to help with the process where possible. I am interested in the results and the possible uses of such."

 

[Preliat Mantis]

As Preliat stripped of himself down to his underwear and was assaulted by a variety of needles and assistants, he didn't flinch or move. A nurse inquired about his large tattoo of a shriek-hawk on his back, but it only earned a grunt from him. Preliat looked around, then heard the kid, [member="Grimm"] talking about his company and stupid projects that had nothing to do with the situation at hand."Clones of you running around the galaxy would make for pitiful soldiers. Scrawny, pale and weak- how much of a match would you make for a Mandalorian, or let alone, ten of you?"Preliat stood as the nurses finished taking their required samples. He began to lay his armor on the table, and began to place it back on, save for the helmet, which he carried under his arm. He looked harshly at Grimm again, narrowing his eyes. He looked down at his leg, a hefty Beskar-plated cybernetic leg, designed by his late wife, @Aditya Amadis. A flicker of pain registered across his face as he looked over at the man, [member="Lord Tarantula"]. He simply wiggled his cybernetic toes in response. It was a perfect replica of his other leg, save for the Beskar plating and the other components that he didn't fully understand. How he wished his wife were still here, able to explain it more than he could.


Preliat's eyes didn't seem overly fond of [member="Edward Frisby"] at his spasm, but then again, he looked at everyone with that stare. Preliat's eyes flickered over to [member="Willa Isard"], a notable contender (in his mind) for the grand prize of a clone army of themselves. The competition that he had seen thus far was menial, a few ragtag soldiers and a child- but Willa seemed different. Her tattoos seemed relevant, however, he had seen them long ago. Preliat was looking at the Havoc squad tattoos, but he had only met a few Havoc squad troopers- and thus, had only vague memories of them. Preliat looked over to the observation area, eyes narrowing to the space where [member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"] was standing, among others. A large, imposing droid, [member="Ultimatum"] also caught his gaze. Preliat began to slip his armor back onto his person, starting with the underlying flightsuit, as the medical team around him cataloged the samples that they took from him. He waited patiently, for the next task from [member="Patricia Susan Garter"].

 

[Miss Blonde]

"We will see about adding cybernetics to our soldiers, If you can develop a few that are EMP resistant and have them submitted to me within the coming year we will put them up for review and testing." Patricia said to the man with the crazy amount of metal on his back.

"As for the rest of you, I am glad that we have your support in this undertaking. Jaster I have heard of your work and I'm very excited to see you with us, Ultimatum I believe we've met in passing. I will be assigning you all parts of this project to handle individually, Jaster as a geneticist I want you to monitor and keep track of the clone's growth. Tarantula like I said before please explore cybernetics, and Ultimatum you are to make sure everything is running to its peak performance. You will all of course be signing non disclosure agreements and independent contractor waivers. Now let's get to the fun part." Patricia said to the group.

As the team finished gathering test samples from the applicants through a slightly painful procedures of needles and cotton swabs they stored the genetic materials for Jaster to go through and see which was the best for use. Patricia now had to make sure these people were combat effective, and to do that was to make sure they caught people outside of their element. So slowly one by one the over the course of a few minutes each doctor and nurse left the room until it was nothing but half dressed applicants and the people above them in the ballistic glass observation booth. Pressing a button on a panel bellow wall forward to the room began to shift and open up revealing something fun.

At least ten War Dog Battle Droids all armed with blaster rifles or slug throwers firing stun rounds and rubber bullets into the team of applicants. At the end of the thirty meter room on the second level where a good three droids were firing from was a golden chalice that the droids were protecting.

"Let's see what they do." Patricia said with a smile.

[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"]

 

[Willa Isard]

Willa listened to the ones talking and remained silent long enough to hear the mandalorian speak... who she didn't disagree with. He had the right idea just for now while she was moving off the table to stand and ready herself for the second phase of the testing. Which was coming sooner then she thought as the area was being cleared of doctors and opening up to reveal droid with weapons. Her first reflex was to go for her weapon on her hip but she was half naked and touched the air while she resolved to get one of those hold out blasters that naked twi'lek had pulled on her before.

The next thought was moving as she docked down under her gurney to have cover and clenched her fist around the metal of it. Eyes glowing while her skin glowed a little cherry red, the sizzling while she grabbed it and pulled making a club to beat the machines with.. Or at least stab them in their heads and take their guns. "Oh this will be fun." She said it low and under her breath before grabbing a second bar of metal and having it for a back up before she kicked and was moving backwards to get into some better cover and keep herself moving. Not taking in the chalice as much as she was taking in the droids defending it for now.

 

[Grozurra]

Grozurra walked into the the room walking a little stiffly. The sample-taking process had been nowhere near as enjoyable as he would have hoped, and for some reason his butt hurt. Some woman was saying something about a 'test', but Grozurra wasn't really paying much attention to her. He was mainly concerned with why his butt hurt. He had been wearing his armor after all... hadn't he?

A scattering of blasters and slugs reflected or ricocheted off his armor. Slowly, Grozurra looked around the room while shots impacted his armor. Here and there, the odd thud-thud-thud of slugthrowers against his armor was translated as an unpleasant pressure upon his flesh below. The energy weapons simply absorbed into the armor or, on the rare occasion, reflected off of it. Around him, others were ducking for cover from the dozen or so droids on the other side of the room. The same droids that were, apparently, shooting at them. Behind those droids, some form of golden cup was placed upon a table.. or... something. Grozurra couldn't get a very good look at it from where he was. But it seemed fairly obvious that the applicants were expected to get the cup.

Ignoring the droids and the small-caliber weapons that peppered his armor, Grozurra reached out with the force. His senses extended past himself, past the applicants hiding behind crates and pillars, and past the droids themselves. His mind reached the golden cup and focused on it and only it, ignoring the pat-pat-pat of bullets against his armor. The wookiee held out his hand, palm open, fingers spread apart... and tugged on the cup with the force, willing it across the room and, hopefully, into his hand.

 

[Preliat Mantis]

Preliat watched the other applicants sprang to the task, and watched how the droids focused on everyone else. As the bullets whizzed around him, Preliat calmly slipped on his helmet, and sat on the nearby crates, simply watching the unfurling chaos. As the intensity of the firefight picked up, he calmly slipped off the crate, and sat down behind it, resting his hands on his knees. He'd move when he deemed it necessary, and seeing as that the test was still going on- he didn't seem to be moving anytime soon. He gave the impression of a wolf, brooding and waiting for the right time to strike.


So, he tapped his fingers along his armored knees.

 

[Jaster Awaud]

[member="Patricia Susan Garter"]

Jaster didn't much care for this test, it wasn't his specialty, now if they wanted zero G training or fleeting strategy then Jaster could help, but they weren't asking. Jaster recived the medical data and blood samples he would need for a full genome panel for deseases, abnormalities, or disabilities that Miss. Garter didn't want in her clones. It would only take a day for the whole test to be complete back at his company, but he was sure a cloning facility would have better equipment.

He would read through their medical history while they fought. Though he didn't have it, he looked for it in his files, but none were there.

"Excuse me ma'am," Jaster held his datapad over his shoulders hight, "I seem to be missing their medical history, could you please inform them that I will need full medical history of both them and their families, otherwise I will be flying blind during the panel exam."

Jaster wasn't trying to be rude, but when he didn't get what he wanted he could come off that way. It had to do with him being Mandalorian or something, always wanting a fight.

 

[Farlon Orbit]

When they had finished the tests, Orbit had put his armour back on. So when they led him to the course he was ready. Immediately he went for cover, knowing well he didn't have a weapon at hand he decided to make a strategy. There was the droids, other applicants, and the the golden cup at the end of the room. It was obvious that the chalice was the objective of the course, but how he would get it was the problem. That is when an opportunity arose.

The wookie, who he could now tell was a force-sensitive, began to pull the cup towards him with an invisible force. As it passed the droids and neared them, his newly formed plan went into action. Orbit jumped from his cover letting himself be pelted with the blaster and slug fir from the droids. He sprinted towards the floating gold object and leapt when he thought he was close enough to grab it. As he collided into it he gripped it tight to make sure when he landed it was still within his grasp. Orbit grinned form under his helmet, he thought that his plan worked well.

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

 

[Miss Blonde]

The War Dogs watched as the chalice floated in mid air and was soon captured by the clone who seized the moment from the massive wookie. Patricia let out a faint chuckle and continued to watch. When the chalice was In the hands of the clones nothing changed, like at all. The droids kept shooting at their targets and keeping people pinned behind suppressing fire, however that wookie's armor was going to be a nasty little problem. Recognizing this the droids calculated that the wookie was the biggest threat among them, and that he needed to be taken down immediately.

So shifting fire the droids with the blaster rifles began to fire steel grappling hooks from their rifles at different angles and elevations from the ground floor to the catwalk above. It would become abundantly clear that this wasn't a test about who could get a stupid cup, it was a test of morales, who was willing to put aside victory for teamwork and survival. So this meant that they had to up the ante a bit.

Pressing a few buttons on a control panel the five droids with slug throwers swapped out their rubber bullets for sim rounds. Flat tipped bullets that wouldn't pierce the skin but would leave a very painful shock once they made contact with skin or metal. So firing those bullets they began to move up from cover to cover as the other five droids were busy trying to ensnare the wookie with various hooks and cables, each droid roughly being around the same strength as a wookie due to their exosuit.

"That will all be handled Jaster. As of right now I'm liking the mando, biding his time and waiting for the moment. The clone is ambitious and I like the savagery of the woman." the woman watched as her fellow gal bashed in a War dog's head with a club like instrument leaving his slug thrower available.

"let's weed out the weak." she said with a smile.

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

 

[Edward Frisby]

[member="Patricia Susan Garter"] [member="Farlon Orbit"] [member="Grozurra"]

In retrospect, he probably shouldn't have left his flamethrower and blaster on the table. But as he was in his spell and apparently no one thought of saying "Dear handsome sir, you seem to have left your best weapons, please take them before you enter hell on earth," he'd have to manage.

When the room came alive, Frisby instead elected to dodge for cover rather then grab the chalice, the logical target so to speak. Because not only was Frisby not thirsty, he didn't exactly fancy being shot at by a trio of droids. Their rubber bullets would hurt, Frisby knew this from experience when mean police forces shot them at him just for biting somebody.

The white one stole the chalice from the furry dude's mind power, (quite nasty of him by the way) and nothing seemed to happen, giving the white one his just dues. Now the Furry one was getting shot to pieces by the mechs. He felt a certain kinship with the Wookie, he too, was suffering being peppered with those accursed rubber bullets, (And he expected he'd bitten his fair share of people by his appearance) so he had more reason then the rest to help the behemoth.

Sprinting from behind his cover, Frisby leaped onto the torso of one of the droids, resting his feet on its metal shoulders. He grabbed it by the neck and shifted his weight towards one of the other droids, making the droid extremely top heavy. He knew couldn't bring them down with his bare hands, but with a little thinking, (or lack thereof) he'd be able to take them down. Besides, the small lady could buff up Frisby-clones with steroids, so physical strength was of little consequence. What she needed was a good brain, and Frisby knew he had the best, despite some battle damage.

 

[Ultimatum]

Ultimatum watched the combat ensue, his thoughts were not focused on the outcome. He was watching how each combatant responded to the situation. He understood that clones would be a good alternative to droids, definitely nowhere near as effective he thought, though he was technically biased. If the organics could recreate a DNA to make a clone then they could probably also manipulate it as well. That meant that physical strength and even mental resilience was not the issue in Ultimatum's mind. To him it was the ethics, after all as one or two lucky people were going to have whole armies modeled after them the last thing that would be wanted was an army of maniacs or sadists.

In battle, as Ultimatum understood it, organics wanted soldiers who would be capable of questioning orders or making decisions based on his or her ethics. If an entire army of people with little or no ethical compass or no conscious to speak of, wouldn't that make something only a little better than a droid? He didn't know if that was even possible to answer, organics were too unpredictable for his ability to comprehend. As such, he remained silent and waited for the test to complete before making any judgments.

[member="Patricia Susan Garter"]

 

[Willa Isard]

Willa looked from her cover to the clonetrooper with the cup and the giant wookiee and then the mandalorian as she saw grapples coming. She could do something about those and focused for a moment using that lull between the shots. Blasters would need to reload or in some cases she had seen fired to much melt their bartrels but those guys were idiots while she popped up and kicked with a burst of force energy the gurney she had been on to fly well in front and past the wookiee but into the grapples paths. Her rods heating as she charged one droid sliding on the floor at the last moment while pushing at his rifle to try and jerk it opposite her. One rod glowing white rod to try and stab the legs, the other going at the back for some of its systems while she was working to keep him as her source of cover to draw fire into their own man... or if she was lucky they wouldn't fire on him and buy her time.

 

[Grozurra]

Grozurra watched the clonetrooper grab the chalice and dive behind cover cradling the object. The armored wookiee turned to the man, about to forcibly retrieve what he perceived as his property when a cable shot out and attached itself around Grozurra. <What the?> Grozurra thought as his attention returned to the droids he had previously been ignoring. Another and another cable shot from the droids and attached itself around Grozurra as tazer rounds began impacting his armor, sending wave after wave of pulsing electricity into his body. <Ow, kark, sheb, ow, sheb, kark, taung-karking-neatherworld-it.> Grozurra thought to himself as he twisted and turned against the cables that restrained him and the constant stings of electrical rounds impacting his armor and relaying their charge to his flesh.

What began as a deep growl turned into a roar as Grozurra raged against his predicament. Grozurra felt his rage building as his connection to the force was turned inward upon himself. The constant stream of stunning rounds sought to dull his senses and obstruct his focus, but rage was a focus all its own. As that rage built, Grozurra channeled what remained of that rage-fueled clarity into his muscles and willed them to be stronger. At the same time, Grozurra activated the rarely used power source within his armor. Servo actuators whurred to life as Grozurra bent his knees and crouched as low as he could. A moment later, flames and repulsors erupted to life at the same time as the wookiee's overcharged muscles and the suit's servo actuators worked to propel the bulk of flesh and metal forward.

The Wookamalorian rocketed into the center of the room, many of the droids being yanked from their feet of pulled from catwalks as the wookiee surged forward. One by one, in spite of the pain and shocks that were being delivered to him, Grozurra grabbed at each of the cables connected to him and yanked upon them as hard as he could. He lacked the focus to simply pull each of the droids to himself with the force, but his enhanced muscles and powered suit of armor was more than capable of yanking the filthy constructs bodily from their previous positions. The droids were heavy. Each one weighed two dozen kilograms more than Grozurra. Quite nearly 400 pounds each. But Grozurra's massive armor weighed more, and the raging wookiee was accustomed to moving said armor unpowered. While the servos assisted him in his movements, Grozurra felt weightless. All his raging strength was able to be used against each of the vile droids.

As more and more of the droids were thrown off-balance, the volume of energized projectiles impacting his armor diminished. With their absence, Grozurra's clarity grew. In a moment of peace, Grozurra tugged at the force that connected himself to all things living and unliving. With it, he grabbed upon the chassis of the closest droid and yanked at it violently, pulling the creature within arm's reach. His armored hand found its way around the droid's throat. With a roar, Grozurra squeezed his hand and activated the crushgaunt that was worked into the palm and fingers of his gauntlets. A moment later, the droid crumpled to the ground next to its severed head.

 

[Grimm]

[SIZE=14.6666666666667px]Grimm was just pondering back to what he could employ, when [member="Preliat Mantis"] was shouting at him. He was some small individual that couldn't last, he would be a failed clone in the making. These words hit a sort of a bad note for him, yet he didn't show it on the outside. It only urged him to do something about it, which was thinking of doing at the beginning at first. Wondering if it would be alright with the hostess for his own late introduction. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6666666666667px]"Do you mind, If I get to go in for round two?" He asked [member="Patricia Susan Garter"][/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6666666666667px]He took started to take off his cloak, then his shirt as he walked over to [member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"] on his datapad. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6666666666667px]"Can you take the samples?"[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6666666666667px]Most of his body was covered in scars from various locations, the reason being unknown for now. His weaponry that were hiding under his cloak were two different looking blasters, and a sword in it's sheathe on his right side. There was also a tattoo engraved in his left arm that showed the rank of mandalorian clan known as the Garon. He got rid of his weaponry as well to give a fair advantage, expect for his metal bracelets that was wrapped around his wrists. He saw the field from above, giving him a eye view of the battlefield. Knowing is half the battle, the other is how to use said info to your advantage to win the battle ahead. He waited for the okay from the hostess to go into the battlefield at any time.[/SIZE]