The Branching out of Zugurk Industries

[Shaddi]

Location: Manaan Galactic Grid: O-11 Classification: Waterworld Loyalty: None/Neutral​

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He had rented out an office on Manaan while he conducted these interviews, Wearing a sith knight's armor would be bad not to mention having candidates meet on a sith controlled world would aslo be quite the unsatisfactory situation for most people. Why was he here well, he was looking for a doctor to head the first station of the new subsidiary he was getting off the ground for Zugurk Industries, or ZTI as it seemed to have been shortened into around the office on Csilla.
He wore a business suit/Tunic that wouldn't give away his sith origin but also allowed him free movement and concealment of his lightsaber. Around his eyes was a black silk blindfold as was tradition to the Miralukan's, it also served to hold his long silvery hair back so that it wouldn't fall in front of his face at any time. The office he had rented was minimalist with a large desk with three chairs facing towards the one behind it, this way he could interview many prospects at the same time if need be.
Holding a datapad in one hand and leaning into the comfortable chair he flipped through a few questions that would be appropriate to ask in such an interview. "Please send the first one in, miss Tann." He said with a calm and collected voice into his wrist com. "Right away mister Zebron." Miss Tann, a chiss assistant he had hired, responded and sent in [member="Jartani Ponds"], who was the first candidate.

 

[Jartani Ponds]

Out of all the worlds of the galaxy someone could have chosen for an interview, it had to be the one people could drown in the easiest. Luckily, doctor Ponds didn't go near the water in collection to the fact that he near not too much about aquatic planting of the sort, or what benefit it could give him. Before long of even traveling and looking into what the planet had offered, talks were made, and sooner than later Ponds was brought to a building for a job, presumably one he could keep, not that one-day save my daughter and I'll give you money type of deal.

The door slid open as the six foot cloaked being walked in, shining from the tiny trinkets at his waist, to the tip of his very bitty hat. His shoes and leggings on the other hand were a bit dirtied from the natural dust on the ships and planets. Walking in with moderately audible steps, he soon sat down, almost shedding a single piece of cloth that could have been very easily mistaken for a feather. Blue glassy circles stared shiningly at the employer at question, while the long beaked mask made no sign of emotion, nor did the figure inside.

[member="Darth Erebos"]

 

[Menoetius]

A few weeks ago, the sinister Anzati known as Menoetius awoke from his hibernation. He heard whispers in the undercurrents of the force. Quiet echoes that called his name, but not to him...

Darth Erebos... Darth Erebos... Darth Erebos...

For the first time in a year, rage overcame his wretched form. Knuckles cracked from the clenching of fists and the durasteel of his meditation chamber warped from the sheer anger Menoetius generated. A new mission called for his awakening, and that mission was to rectify the unbalance in the galaxy caused by two exactly similiar Darth names. Menoetius' Darth name was bestowed upon him by an emperor of the Sith, and arguably the strongest there had ever been, [member="Ashin Varanin"]. This made his name, at least in the Anzat's mind, legitimate. As such, it was clear what the real Darth Erebos had to do. He had to devour this imposter. The thought made the proboscises in his cheeks twitch with anticipation and the unnatural, nihilus-like, void that permeated through his very being churn.

It was time to hunt.

Present Day

A broken freighter that was scorched with blaster marks and the scars of explosions blasted through the atmosphere on Manaan, held together by the will of Menoetius alone. The imposter was easy enough to track, made even simpler by the fact that he was trying to get a business off the ground. Menoetius landed the decrepit freighter in a spaceport close to the office this fake [member="Darth Erebos"] was based in, and anyone in the surrounding area would suddenly feel very uneasy indeed. This was due to the unnatural hunger within Menoetius that slowly ate away at any living thing's life force in his immediate vicinity. It was a void in the force, similiar but much less prominent to Darth Nihilus, who existed millennia before.

A single thought went through the mind of the determined Anzat as he disembarked from his ship and made his way to the office.

There can only be one.

 

[Shaddi]

Erebos had to raise an eyebrow at that, this [member="Jartani Ponds"] certainly looked interesting enough. The eccentric always were the best choices for leaders in their respective areas. "Greetings My name is T'zanith Zebron, Ceo and founder of Zuguruk Týuk Industries." He began as he reached forwards to shake Jartani's hand. "Please could you tell me of your experience and qualification to become the head of a medical research station?" He asked first as he clicked off a pair of items on his datapad, then with a swipe he had the list of qualifications he was looking for first and foremost in the position he was hiring into.
With his eyes in the force however he could see that there was another sith on Manaan, but he would ignore this sith unless he interfered with his business. If he did there wouldn't be anything left to find of him, there was rude and then there was a deadly kind of stupid after all.

 

[Jartani Ponds]

T'zanith Zebron? What a particular name, though not something too uncommon in the worlds of the galaxy spread out. After giving a small firm handshake, rotten with oils spilling out of the glove, Ponds sat back in his chair and looked at the man as he began to ask questions. After a moment of rubbing the under-side of the large oversized mask, the doctor spoke in a scruffy and muffled voice, no doubt probably covered from all the things stuffed in and around his face. "A pleasure to meet you, Zebron. I am Doctor Ponds. From birth I have studied the medical field, specializing in natural science. I have traveled the worlds and cured almost every disease that has come upon the people of my travels, as well as minor repairs to their being. My business involving companies are little to none, though I have once worked in a clinic for head doctor a few years back. These are all of my experiences." He finished off with his hand trailing down his suit to hand at his lap, keeping there still and firmly.

[member="Darth Erebos"]

 

[Shaddi]

"Hmm so not an extensive background in Bio engineering or Cybernetics? Other than that you have all the qualifications needed for the medical department of the station." T'zanith said out loud as he went over the list. "Would you be willing to take courses and lessons on bio engineering and Cybernetics crafting and basic design?" He then asked as through the mans qualifications he was exactly what T'zanith was looking for in the position, someone that wanted to keep people alive and to cure their ails. From his dossier this was what T'zanith read from it, [member="Jartani Ponds"], though strange, was had the kind of mentality that ultimately would benefit both himself and his station.

 

[Jartani Ponds]

"Yes." The Doctor stated right away, twirling his hand in the air as he explained. "Studies of medical science, be it in biology, cybernetic technology, or herbal, are all very beneficial to both myself and those I am working to cure." Putting his hand back to his side, he looked up to the man who seemed to have an indifferent opinion in the sight of his looks. While the job could be a thing to live without, it still would be quite pleasurable to have during the writing of the story of Ponds' life. Thanks, [member="Darth Erebos"] , for even the chance.

 

[Shaddi]

T'zanith smiled at that. "All right then, then I hope my investment in your education won't go to waste." He said with a smile and reached over the table. "You have the job if you so wish it." To T'zanith, [member="Jartani Ponds"] was a curious individual, he dressed in a weird way but then again so did T'zanith. His drive to help others set him apart from pretty much nearly every single being he had met over his life and his drive to help others, at least in T'zanith's eyes, had to be nurtured and allowed to grow. "Please on you way out see to miss Tann and she will sort out the rest of the details." He said with a smile as he stood up from his chair. "Of course if you have any questions then you can ask me now as I'm going to another meeting it seems." Even though he was smiling the mere presence of [member="Menoetius"] annoyed him to no end, it was time to show the pup that the name Darth Erebos was not some prize to be fought over but a name given by the very sith emperor of the one sith himself.

 

[Jartani Ponds]

"Have a good day if you may, in that case." With the short interview over, Ponds stood up and picked at the pieces of cloth that had scattered from his form before walking away, and pocketing them, though right behind him came a small new little trail of the similar pieces. An ironic piece of work, that outfit was. Makes people wonder if that's why he wants jobs anyways.

Farewell to mister [member="Darth Erebos"] , Ponds went to Miss Tann to talk details with her.

 

[Menoetius]

[member="Darth Erebos"]

The Anzat stopped in the plaza just outside the offices belonging to the supposed imposter. Anyone attuned to the force nearby would not detect a signature emanating from Menoetius but rather an empty hole in the force. Menoetius, however, could sense his rival within the offices directly ahead. Powerful, he mused, pondering if their imminent duel would be a good one.

Utilising his natural telepathic powers, he commanded eveyone in the plaza to leave and silence descended upon the district.

The Anzat angled his head towards the top of the offices and snarled, before calling out in a booming voice amplified by the force.

"I AM DARTH EREBOS," Menoetius began, with heavy emphasis on 'I'. "YOU ARE NOTHING BUT MY NEXT MEAL."

With that, he drew his lightsaber and ignited it.

 

[Shaddi]

Erebos took his time, dressing up into his armor. When the voice boomed out he was mid way putting on his helmet and a smile creeped across his lips. Then the faceless mask was on and he was fully prepared for what this supposed Darth Erebos original wanted. Walking out he nodded to his assistant. "Stay out of the battle and go prep the shuttle... just in case call captain Pelarious to bring the Lament into range." With that he moved out into the plaza.
He stood watching [member="Menoetius"], silent as the grave but holding his cross guard Lightsaber unlit in his hand. 'Who ever this idiot is, he isn't normal... But if he thinks I'll just roll over and become his meal, he'll have a hell of a time even trying to take a bite out of me.' Erebos thought as he watched this entity through his eyes, the force itself, all he saw was a wound in the force, a wound that would have to be patched up.
"Who are you to demand MY time and all over a name?" He then said as he turned his saber on, the red hue around the black core of the saber flickered to life with a snap hiss. Erebos didn't do a flourish or a salute but instead simply stood with an open but hostile posture and his saber pointed down next to him, almost burning a hole into the ground as it hummed with power.

 

[Menoetius]

[member="Darth Erebos"]

Something strange happened as the Anzat lay in wait. The imposter's force signature slowly changed into that of a neutral, untrained, individual. How peculiar, pondered the Anzat. He wasn't fooled, though, oh no, he had sensed the power his rival possessed and would not underestimate him.

When the imposter finally made his appearance, Menoetius stepped into a neutral stance that was ready to either attack or defend depending on the situation and listened as the man spoke his bit -- barely.

"Can't you hear, whelp?" Menoetius snarled and frowned, though his rival would not be able to see it due to the unnatural shadows generated by his hood. "I am Darth Erebos, the devourer. You are an insult to my name."

Within the Anzat, something changed. The void was no longer simply a void. It had turned into a miniature black hole, with wretched tendrils of pure hunger almost visibly extending from Menoetius' robed form. They sought to sap his rival's strength gradually and transfer it to Menoetius, as well as lessen his connection to the force. Still though, the Anzat had not physically attacked.

 

[Shaddi]

The miralukan hybrid took a step to the side as he slowly began to circle his Anzati foe. Red force lighting crackled down T'zanith's arm as he looked at whatever it was he was looking at. To him this being was no longer a who but a what, a thing to be studied... dissected if need be. When he saw the tendrils try to come at him, T'zanith's brow furrowed under his brow. "You are a fool." He then said as he pointed his hand forwards, towards [member="Menoetius"] and let a lone red force lightning bolt towards him. This was a decoy however as the real attack would come from bellow the Anzat, in the form of sith barrage, a force lightning barrage would erupt from the ground under him.
T'zanith would then swirl his blade in a circle and charge at the anzat. "You will die for you stupidity, the one insulting you is your own warped ego!"