Rising from the Waste

[Ardgal Raxis]

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Ardgal sat back in his chair, watching with a critical eye. Before him the pair of experiments were already at work, one known as Yamrowk Mk 45, the other GT-677. His hand nursed a glass of brandy, the dark gorgeous liquid refracted in the low lighting from his bunker-like seat behind the re-enforced glass.

"--And that is an appraisal of everything happening on the Zakkuul empire front, sir," Virgil finished from beside him. Unlike the general, who was wearing a casual white tee shirt and dungaree bottoms, she was wearing her full beskar'gam, nothing short of combat ready at all times.

The Yamrowk wrapped its tail around the GT's leg, attempting to pull it off balance. The red titan grabbed the Yamrowk's tail, whipping it off all fours and tossing it against the arena wall.

"And any news on the Mandalorian Empire itself, are we sure they can be trusted?" Ardgal mused.

The GT lumbered closer towards the Yamrowk. The genetic monstrosity gave a scream, the sonic blast from its voice sent the droid stumbling back and onto its knees. The droid extended its arm, the flame thrower hidden in its arm sent out a firey spray, engulfing the Yamrowk.

"All of our indications point to yes, but its hard to tell these days, sir, what's real and what's propaganda," Virgil affirmed.

Ardgal grunted in agreement. The Yamrowk leapt from the flames unscathed, flecks of fire glistening off its flesh. Its jaw gripped the droid's head. The GT's durasteel plated armor bent under its foe's massive fangs. The droid gripped the Yamrowk's tail, ripping the flesh from its foe. As blood sprayed from the Yamrowk's lost limb, it finally managed to pull the droid's head off. The four limbed experiment would not live long enough to celebrate its victory, it fell to the ground, the blood loss quickly killed it too.

"I feel we can still improve on them both," Ardgal said motioning towards the dead and defeated before them. "I want more ranged attacks for the Yamrowk and I want more speed for the GT."

"Of course, and now for the next one?"

"Yes, send in experiment 45."

 

[Bralin]

The quiet of space. It was odd. Bralin's sensors were picking up many new things that the living cruiser didn't even know were there. The other RMIA experiments in his group were here too, and what looked like many discarded subjects and systems. Had they... been thrown out? Had they done something wrong? Why would their creators just... throw them away. He focus on one of the females in the group, Liry, using the Force to speak to her.

"Have they forgotten about us?" The smaller ship, which was the closest thing Bralin had to a sister, seemed to react efore speaking back.

"I don't want to say yes, but it seems like they have." A small hum seemed to come from the ship, and he began to move, his gravity flux drives coming to life as something bounced off his hull. He seemed to be looking for something as he drifted around. "What are you doing."

"If they don't want us, why stay? Do they even know we're sentient?" The smaller ship seemed to emit a sigh before pulling around somewhere to get a better view. A couple of other living ships seemed to catch wind that something was happening, and moved towards better spots to see. It was then that Bralin started doing whatever was needed to leave this junk-heap he and his kind had been left in. If it was ramming through a wall, he was ready to do it. If it was running a gauntlet, he didn't care. Either way, he wanted to be free, and soon, the others seemed to be joining in.

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