There Are Many Paths to Tread

[Ultimatum]

Ultimatum had plans for the newest work of LOOM. After the attack of Mustafar Ultimatum realized that his reliance on his central control of a world was a weakness. He needed to become solely reliant upon himself. To that end, he was working to expand LOOM's abilities. He was working towards finding a purpose of a material he had discovered on an asteroid that had passed by Mustafar before disappearing back into deep space. There had been only a small vein of this strange material, but Ultimatum had been able to extract what he needed before having to leave the floating rock.

The initial scans indicated that the material had an immense amount of energy within it, but not in the conventional manner. There was something different about this and he wished to put it to use. To ensure this, Ultimatum had firstly began having one of his molecular furnaces begin to synthesize the material, to see if it would be similar to its natural counterpart. Secondly, Ultimatum had sent out for others in the galaxy, people to help in the study, inevitable development, and then the testing of whatever might be built. Ultimatum already had something in mind for what he wanted to accomplish with this, what he would use it for, but he decided that he could need to wait and see if it could be utilized in that manner.

It would not be a singular effort of course, his word was spread throughout the HoloNet, certain to be seen by many being from across the galaxy. Ultimatum was certain that people would come, for good or ill they would come. With the expertise of others how could he fail? The artificial being was certain he had heard the saying somewhere that if all living beings were to bring their minds together nothing would be impossible, though perhaps that was just faulty memory.

Today was going to be a day that Ultimatum hoped would be logged in his memory banks for the rest of time. A day in which the speed of the Force users could finally be brought out of their sole monopoly. This was they day that Ultimatum hoped to take just one more thing from the Force users, negate just one more advantage that they had.

It was not that Ultimatum particularly despised Force users, but he found them to be far too unpredictable. After his last friend turned from the light side to the dark, the droid knew that he could not simply stand by and rely on any user's aid. He knew their loyalty to any cause was temporary and a whim. Therefore, he had to be able to accomplish some tasks that might require their skills.

The artificial being walked out of the science research building and onto the windy street of the Mustafar capital. He had decided to work from the less secret building in the middle of the city, rather than Progenitor Facility, too many people were already aware of that supposedly secret facility and he wanted to cut down on the people who knew of its location. Progenitor was far too important to allow hundreds to be able to find it. While the research facility was not as well equipped, it would have to do until Ultimatum knew what he had to do in order to take advantage of this boon.

Ultimatum had sent a small convoy of vehicles to await any beings who decided to come to Mustafar for the work, he was certain that at least one person would show up. He sent a message to [member="Vigil"], "Friend Vigil, this is Ultimatum. If it is not inconvenient, I would welcome your aid in some work in discovering the use of a new material I have obtained. I look forward to hearing from you."

Any others that decided to come would find themselves welcomed and escorted to any one of the waiting vehicles to then be driven to the research facility where Ultimatum would meet them personally.

[member="Damien Daemon"] [member="Thraxis"]

 

[Thraxis]

Mustafar. The single word rolled in his head as from the dark corners of space he watched it, trying to contemplate how to enter without burning alive. A group of Gammoreans scrambled back and fourth, paperwork falling as they tried to calibrate entry points that wouldn't leave Thraxis an immolated mess of fire and ash. With time slowly depleting and his chance for a bombastic entrance slowly dissipating like air dissipated through space he let loose a long-winded sigh, drops of sweat rolled from the Gammoreans brow, worried he might try the impossible. "I suppose... We need to just land." His head fell into his lap, his eyes shut tightly as the Gammoreans let loose a ruckus, letting loose their displeasure before being silenced by a raise of the hand. "Now now. We knew this day was bound to happen. We simply hoped it wouldn't." He cried, looking between the lot as he tried to hold back tears. It was a crushing defeat to deal with, his entrance denied its right by a few active Volcanoes. "Land the ship at our... At our designated location." His very words quivered as slowly the realisation hit harder and harder. The way he treated it one might have assumed some close family had died.

With a dawdled pace carried by the soft tears of the ship the Pack Master slowly descended onto the planet, Thraxis looked from a window with a mourned expression, his eyes cold with misery as he snapped his fingers, the rear door of the ship slowly lowering and letting loose a tap on the surface, ash raised from the barren ground before falling back with a soft pat as from the back end of the ship Thraxis slowly walked out, a duffel bag wrapped around his black armor as he turned back and fourth, looking at the convoy he was to meet with. A droid approached, a few beeps and boops released as Thraxis inquired, "So then." He clasped his hands together, holding back a tear as this was what he was degraded too, a simple walk down a ramp. Everyone did it, normally with the stereo in the background, maybe a rolling of mist separating at their footsteps. It was painful to go through but he had to push it aside for work. He couldn't let people know how much this was getting to him. "We off or we gotta wait?" Thraxis inquired as he banged a hand against the back end of the ship, the ramp slowly ascending back and closing shut tightly as the hum of the engines beckoned the ship to the skies.

"We are to wait for approximately one additional individual." The droid responded, its tone as robotic as could be as Thraxis responded with a nod, giving a pat on the shoulder as he bit his lips, he couldn't remember the last time he cried, but it seemed that the simple things in life got to him easier than the larger picture. He pressed his back against one of the ship. What one would call the dark brooding pose, his arms crossed, his head down. It was the generic Mercenary pose, but he didn't do it too look cool. He just didn't want anyone to hear his soft weeping.
[member="Ultimatum"]

 

[Vigil]

Vigil's response was, likely as expected, almost instantaneous. Such was the nature of both himself and Ultimatum, beings born of technology and connected by nature to the holonet itself. The short reply would be of welcome relief to [member="Ultimatum"], no doubt. "Consider it done, my friend. I will arrive shortly."

The disadvantage of a droid body was Vigil's travel time. He could go anywhere now, but it took time and effort. And batteries, which he was always certain to charge. Even so, the AI, a glorified librarian AI at that, hadn't been doing much at that point in time anyways, and soon enough he had chartered a ship to take him to Mustafar. The AI was operating under the disguise of a female twi'lek, using a rather nice blue-skinned form to convince the pilot to take it to its destination. Upon arrival, Vigil stepped off the man's ship, waving it away as he approached a strange man ( [member="Thraxis"] ) and a droid. He was unaware of the current location of his friend's workstation, as it would be foolish to reveal his more secretive locations, and had to be escorted himself.

The holoprojectors died down, revealing the sleek droid body underneath, as he approached. "Shall I presume you have come for the job?" The droid addressed Thraxis directly, in much more human a way than any droid should be able to.

 

[Thraxis]

Thraxis turned to see the skeletal frame of a droid of some sort, looking up and down with curious abandon. "Darn right. Dunno what were doing though." He chuckled in response, turning on his heels as he pulled himself upright, walking over to the droid and extending a hand, Black Phrik plating over his hands as his fingers wobbled back and forth. "Names Thraxis. nerf herder extraordinaire." He continued, the Droid like shape hadn't left him at a strange discomfort, uncanny Valley not yet reached. They were all the same to him, droid, biological anything in between. They were all simply creatures living their lives one step at a time.

He turned around, retaking his little sulky position as he looked to the skies, he could see his ship departing from the atmosphere, a small single tear rolled down his face beneath the Phirik Mask as he sighed, "Well... You know what we are we doing here? I just saw the job opportunity and signed up." He stated blatantly, he wasn't the kind to hide behind a valley of lies, that required a little bit more grace than simply being of honest folk like him.

With a beep, boop and a clank the droid that had greeted Thraxis hopped into the vehicle, turning between the two. "We have waited long enough. We are now to depart please hop into a vehicle." The droid exclaimed with its robotic undertones, Thraxis shrugged lazily, his feet flaring with yellow flares as slowly he ascended up the side of the tank, hopping into a passenger seat and looking at the splendour. All these buttons... He thought to himself, a single digit twitching as a childlike gaze took over.
[member="Ultimatum"] | [member="Vigil"]

 

[Matreya]

Damien typed lazily on a holoscreen projected from the watch on his wrist. He was making conversation with a potential buyer for future models of hold out blasters. Surprisingly, these models did excellently on the market. Everyone always wanted that last line of defense.

"Sir!" Came a voice followed by one hurried Paxim, "We just recieved notice from the scheduler. You were to meet with a corporation about now, one of the heads that had. came to our aid recently!"

Damien looked up, his interest peaked, "Where, and whom?"

"LOOM, and i believe the droid named Ultimatum, on Mustafar. These are the coordinates." No sooner than Paxim spoke the words, when Damien vanished from the space he had filled, leaving behind an explosive bang as air rushed to fill the vacuum left in his wake.

The pull of Folding Space was an odd one. It felt as if your every molecule was tugged at a million times lightspeed toward a far destination. Even if it was only a foot away. This time it was a billion billions of miles. And yet, he already was there. Heat from nearby lava fields blushed his light skin as he slid a hand through the hair atop his head.

Fixing the cufflinks on his his sleeves, Damien stepped onto the platform ahead of himself, then toward the door found there. Once inside, he looked about for a being, or droid, to alert to his presence. He might be late. He hadnt checked to find if he was yet.

[member="Ultimatum"] [member="Vigil"] [member="Thraxis"]

 

[Ultimatum]

While Ultimatum awaited the arrival of the first visitors, he took a moment to verify the information on the metal thus far. The basics were fairly standard for most studies, the material was a metal with below average hardness and toughness, but with an above average energy retention. Theories thus far pointed towards the substance being radioactive, but had yet to be tested in that area. The material was releasing heat slowly, but at a very high temperature, making it important to insulate it from the environment. From there, Ultimatum hoped that the help he called for would be able to aid in the furthering of the understanding of this material.

Truthfully Ultimatum would have wanted to learn where the material came from, or more specifically the origins of the asteroid it had been located on. It was obvious that this entirely unique at this point, if there was a greater source of it then Ultimatum wanted to know. The potential for this material was incredibly high, though it had yet to be proven as useful as he hoped it to be. The droid's fear was that the source was from beyond the edge of the galaxy, putting it beyond his reach for the time being. Once the experimentation had created a basic idea of what he was dealing with, the artificial being believed that he could then take that data and begin scans for more.

His thoughts turned to his allies when a camera picked up the sudden appearance of an organic within the facility, there was a moment where Ultimatum felt annoyance. His immediate thought was that the man, who it took a moment to recognize, was a Force user. The fact that Force users, could pop up suddenly out of nowhere disturbed him to no end. However, his mind quickly switched to control. He ran quickly to welcome the man who he now knew was [member="Damien Daemon"].

He looked forward to when the others would arrive, then the true work could begin. When he reached Damien, Ultimatum spoke, "Welcome friend. I hope that your travel was not too exhausting? I would not want to lose you before our work has even begun."

[member="Vigil"] [member="Thraxis"]

 

[Vigil]

"Truthfully, no. I only just received word from the.. employer myself." If the pause was noticeable, it really wouldn't matter much in the grand scheme of things. Vigil was quite quick to correct his verbal mistakes, after all. His thoughts were interrupted momentarily by the droid guide, who Vigil followed up onto the vehicle. Unlike [member="Thraxis"], who felt childlike glee at the vast array of buttons the moment he sat down, Vigil instead began to think forward.

Even as he took his seat, in his mind he was already attempting to decide on a conclusion to what [member="Ultimatum"] had in mind for today's experiments and research. To call up him, from who knows where, the AI certainly believed it to be worthwhile. After all, it would be something Vigil would be quite incapable of forgetting, logged away in his memory for future use. Questions upon questions, that only his friend could answer. "You are quite unlike other organics. Most would that I work with take issue to working with one of my form."

[member="Damien Daemon"]

 

[Thraxis]

Thraxis turned to look up Vigil up and down, giving in response a shrug, "Meh. Ya only grow up racist if ya need to vent anger as far as I can tell." He responded he had never seen the thing on Zeltros, too many sickening displays of joy and happiness filled their eyes for him to grow up hating anyone for a reason. Except for Zeltrons, they were a disgusting lot, they stunk up a room, they always had a stupid smile drawn on their face. When he thought about it a bit harder it seemed maybe he was racist towards Zeltrons. But hell he had a reason for that one. "Besides, I'm taking a job with Ultimatum. If I had issue or quarrel with Droids do you think I would take up this sort of job." He chuckled as he continued, giving a hardy slap on the back with a large grin.

It was a grind and a halt the cars came to a jagged stop, Thraxis pushing open the lid as he slowly dragged himself from the confines of the car, pressing a random big red button on his way out, simply responding with, "Whoops. My mistake." He sniggered, he pressed it on the way out for a purpose. To see what would happen and quickly he regretted it, no more than half of his body was out of the thing before a jarred twist of the top came through, his body rocketed quickly a hundred eighty degrees as he lost hold of the top, being flung out from the top and sliding through the dirt, ass up for a few seconds before rolling over, a hand wiping off the ash and soot that now made a comfortable layer across his face. "Stupid ass button... Show it what for." He grumbled as he kicked up his boots, pulling himself to full stance as he took a short look around.
[member="Ultimatum"] | [member="Vigil"] | [member="Damien Daemon"]

 

[Matreya]

"It was fast, a bit odd feeling, and none too tiring, Mr. [member="Ultimatum"] " Damien offered a smile, "You came when i called, now I readily do the same." He bowed low at that, then when he straightened, Damien stifled a yawn, before quickly raising a hand to explain, "That is from long hours, not the journey. No need to worry about me, comrade." Stepping to a viewport showing the lava covered planet, Damien stared at the multi-colored rivers of the stuff as it drifted by.

He had been here a few times, but long ago, before Ultimatum had made this corporation a ready name. Back when it had been under the protection of the Jedi Marriis. He had been forced to beat the being damned near to death in order to bring him in and collect on his bounty... Would evidence of their battle still remain? He wondered.

[member="Thraxis"] [member="Vigil"]

 

[Ultimatum]

Ultimatum was glad to here that [member="Damien Daemon"] was alright, if a bit weary. The man was no doubt going to be instrumental in helping Ultimatum with his work, the droid looked forward to working once more alongside the organic. The artificial was further delighted to hear that the man was one of at least a degree of respect for mutual beneficence. It was always refreshing to find an organic who was willing to help after being helped. Many of the people Ultimatum had met were far more likely to take advantage of the droid's help.

"It is good to have you here, together there shall be much discovery. There will be a more complete briefing once the others have arrived and gotten settled in, but this material is perhaps the most interesting that I have ever come across. Isotope V does not contain the amount of energy that this does, yet there is no easy way of tapping into it or converting it into conventional energy." It was an enigma, one that Ultimatum looked forward to breaking.

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Due to the fact that Ultimatum was occupied, a greeter droid, actually a semi-competent battledroid under the command of a Hybrid commander, stepped out to meet [member="Thraxis"] and [member="Vigil"]. The robot moved somewhat awkwardly towards the organic and spoke in what might have been a concerned voice, "Have you been injured? Do you require medical assistance?" A rather silly question, but this droid was perhaps the least functional of the batch he had been created in and his job had been chosen so as to keep him off the field of battle, where malfunctions or imprecision could kill an ally. Unfortunately the droid was ill-suited to the role of greeter and the Hybrid commander unit often had difficulty with him.

 

[Vigil]

"Oftentimes individuals will take jobs from sources they personally disagree with for enough reward. Oftentimes Organics are hypocritical enough to do so." He watched with some amusement at the man's display of... quite the horrible impression for the 'greeter' droid. Turning his attention to the droid, and away from [member="Thraxis"], Vigil stepped out calmly and evenly, offering a nod to the mechanical being. "I'm quite certain I can find my way with relative ease. Please assist the kind man with a proclivity for buttons, while I make my way inside." If Vigil could smile, he would've had quite the bemused smirk.

Leaving poor Thraxis to deal with the greeter droid, he made his way into the facility of [member="Ultimatum"]'s choice, finding it rather simple to navigate. It helped that it was very well designed, leading him down the right pathways with relative ease. The scanners had picked him up, no doubt alerting his artificial being of a friend to his arrival. As he made his way in, Vigil couldn't help but wonder if he was aware of his, less than legal activity as of late. Truthfully he suspected Ultimatum hardly cared, as Vigil himself never takes part in anything he couldn't justify.

When he arrived to Ultimatum and [member="Damien Daemon"], he offered a bow of his head. "Quite the well designed facility my friend. An excellent choice."

 

[Thraxis]

He snapped his fingers, clicking at the droids as he turned to finger guns, "Nah my dude. It could have been worse." He responded, hearing Vigils quip. Sweet as. The guy doesn't know who I am. He thought to himself before realising why, Oh yeah. I ain't worth looking into. He let out an audible sigh as he walked over to the droid, a hand placed on his shoulders as he pointed to the building, "Now then, how about you take me to our mutual benefactor shall we." He wrapped an arm around the side of the droid, giving a short tap on the back as he started to walk and talk, he didn't pick up on the awkwardness in the droids voice instead considering it to be somewhat sincere.

The droid had at the very least the capacity to find the desired location if coming to a few dead ends. In the end, Thraxis arrived a little later than most, finally pressing open the door with a bombastic entrance, a comically sized Party Popper in hand as he looked back and forth, looking between the trio that had gathered around. Hmm.. This probably is a tad inappropriate. He thought to himself as he tugged at the long strand of string, an echoing bang and a series of confetti rolled up into the air, rolling down in a spiralling pattern as he looked between them. "And finally, with much thanks to this kind droid here, I, Thraxis. Have finally arrived." He let loose a hardy cheer, arms raised to what he assumed was very little fan fair. Oh, I hope I didn't sign up with a bunch of stiffs.
[member="Ultimatum"] | [member="Vigil"] | [member="Damien Daemon"]

 

[Matreya]

Damien arched a brow at the arrival of the other two that likely were too help. One respectfully acknowledged he and Ultimatum, while the other... Threw his own arrival party? Sighing, Damien returned the nod from the first arrival, then offered a salute combined with a smile to the newest. It was not that he was a party pooper, or a downer. No, he had been for so long. Yet with the introduction of his wife and daughters into his life, he had loosened up immensely.

Its just this was embarrassing.

"Iso 5 is actually quite powerful. If this new form of energy is even more potent, I am assuredly glad i am here. Merr-Sonn could benefit from something like this."

(Sorry for the short post. Sick and not able to think of much.)
[member="Thraxis"] [member="Vigil"] [member="Ultimatum"]

 

[Ultimatum]

The droid greeter, not entirely convinced that the organic was alright (though for different reasons than his initial query), nonetheless he followed the orders given him. [member="Thraxis"] was perhaps the most unique organic that droid had come across, both in good ways and bad. He responded to the request with a more automatic, "Yes sir." The odd hold that the organic had on the droid was entirely irrelevant to the robotic being, though it was new to him to be treated so kindly.

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Ultimatum was truly delighted to see his friend arrive. [member="Vigil"] was still relatively new to the artificial being, but in so short a time trust had been forged. He knew that he could count on the other droid should he require aid, as he did now. He looked forward to continuing his work with the artificial being, as well as this other being who had decided to join. The man was obviously of a more peculiar sort, he was very different from most organics Ultimatum had met. Yet this was not a necessarily negative thing.

From just this first impression Ultimatum assumed he was insane, but then insanity was often something that allowed beings to accomplish feats that others would have thought impossible. Indeed, artists, scientists, inventors, biologists, doctors, and even droid that had been classified as insane, or at the very least eccentric, had been able to make advances that benefited all of the galaxy. So to believe that insanity, or eccentricity, was a negative influence and would be counterproductive for his work was to deny all of the previous work that had been done throughout the millennia.

Therefore when Thraxis used his massive party popper, which momentarily caused Ultimatum to fear that the security teams would react, the droid smiled weakly. The droid greeter however gave a welcoming clap in return to the organic, still trying to decide what the best course of action was in the situation. Ultimatum then continued quickly into his statements, responding first to Vigil, "Thank you. The design is fairly standard among Mustafarians, they try to save metal so they can sell more, so they tend t economize their usage."

From there he moved to Thraxis, forcing himself to smile more realistically as he said, "Very nice entrance. Welcome and I look forward to working with you."

Finally he turned to [member="Damien Daemon"] and continued, "Indeed, I hope to synthesize it on a larger scale and I would be willing to pass on some to Merr-Sonn."

 

[Vigil]

"Yes yes, an extravagant entrance indeed Mr. @Thraxis. You've stunned us all." Sarcasm in a droid, you had to give credit where it was due, the level of humanity he had was stunning. Truly human like. The droid turned his faceless head to [member="Damien Daemon"], offering a polite nod, before picking up the conversation with [member="Ultimatum"] proper. "Now then my friend, I believe Mr. Thraxis and I have missed what little briefing has been provided. Perhaps you could bring us up to date? All I've heard regards its power potential relative to Isotope V. It seems we're dealing with quite the substance from what I've heard thus far."

 

[Thraxis]

Thraxis gave a cheerful smile to the droid. "Ahh. I like you." The droid knew seemingly how to deal with him in an appropriate manner. Claps and cheers. Sure Thraxis liked a bit of Criticism, but to hell, if he was going to deny the empty praise the droid served up. A somewhat receptive party it seemed. A salute from Damien, a level of respect from Ultimatum and overall bitter Sarcasm from Vigil. A bit of a mixup mashup of a response but so far he got two out of four responses came up with appropriate responses. He gave a courteous bow, "Thank you. I shall be here until I depart." He chuckled, might as well try and tear the tension down while he was at it after all.

There was some mention of Isotope V. Thraxis had never dealt with it personally, only knew the stuff was extremely powerful stuff and if Ultimatum had his hands on something even greater than that, well Thraxis would very much need to have a hold of the sample. He took a few short steps to the table, looking with empty eyes between the group as they talked about the potential of the Object in question. Thraxis came to test the stuff out not to talk sciency mumbo jumbo. He talked about Synthesising the stuff, which as far as Thraxis knew was related to the sun and plants. Maybe I should have arrived later. Would have been able to just get straight to the testing then... He thought to himself as he scanned across the room between the lot. His face was blank though thanks to his helmet, he needn't worry about the rest picking up on that.

"I could do with a bit of an update. All I know is the stuff is maybe better than Isotope V." He affirmed Vigil's statement, the Droid might be a bit sarcastic, and his sarcasm might make him a bit of a douche but hell. He wasn't wrong, Thraxis assumed he had missed out on a lot of going on so far and getting a catch up surely couldn't do much harm in the long run.
[member="Vigil"] | [member="Ultimatum"] | [member="Damien Daemon"]

 

[Matreya]

[member="Ultimatum"] [member="Vigil"] [member="Thraxis"]

"Pass on? No, no, no. We would make a contract mutually beneficial for trade." Damien grinned, "I do not take things without pay. You assisted me with mine own project, now I assist you. It does not merit anything in return once more." Chuckling, he stepped back and gestured for Ultimatum to know he properly had the floor.

"Please, explain more in depth, from the beginning, my friend."

 

[Ultimatum]

With a nod, the droid turned on a view screen on the side of the room. Ultimatum ordered three seats to be brought in as the screen opened to an image of the material that had been forged into a long rod. Beside the image various statistics scrolled, such things as atomic weight and structure. The artificial lord began, "As you are all aware of the basic concept of Isotope V, I shall simply state that this material is comparable to that. As of yet, there has been no identified half-life, so in order to maintain this material's viability the rod has been placed in stasis. We will be using small portions of the material severed from this main rod for our tests, until a successful synthesizing is accomplished."

"The material's energy potential is higher than Isotope V, however from the atomic scans it seems that the energy is of a different format than that of the Isotope. The tests we have in mind will be attempting to locate a use for the energy, the most efficient method of transferring the energy into conventional power. This is an effort that has the full attention of just us for the moment, as far as I am aware this is the only sample of this material within study. I cannot stress the importance of secrecy within this studying period. Until we can understand the properties and uses of this, the replication of this material will be restricted to this facility. Once the material is identified and its characteristics defined, rules of secrecy will be readjusted, needless to say you will each have access to this material to a greater or lesser extent and if so desired, and the dangers of the material fully comprehended, distribution of the material makeup will be acceptable. Questions?" The information on the screen changed to contain various layouts of the facility: designated workstations, emergency exits, living quarters, etc.

[member="Vigil"] [member="Thraxis"] [member="Damien Daemon"]

 

[Vigil]

Vigil's body hummed lightly, the mechanical parts whirring in life as he took the seat brought out for him. Interesting, the potential output, if comparable to Isotope V as suggested, or higher if they could successfully synthesize and utilize the energy, was beyond his current capability to understand. Isotope V was incredibly powerful, with a mere microgram being capable of powering a datapad for a century. If this rod held the potential [member="Ultimatum"] claimed..

The construct spoke calmly after deliberating. "I have two questions pertaining to the experiments we'll be conducting. First, I would be very grateful to know from where the sample was retrieved, it could prove useful in determining any contaminates already present in the primary rod. Secondly, are there any additional concerns to be held over the substance? Isotope V is an incredibly powerful and dangerous substance under certain circumstances. If there are any known concerns not already stated, it would be wise to do so now. I know you and myself, for instance, hold little fear over radiation, though our present company might hold concerns over such."

[member="Damien Daemon"] | [member="Thraxis"]

 

[Thraxis]

Thraxis looked between the lot. He had no idea what was going on. Between his fingers rolled a rock that was stuck in his armour, twisting and rolling between his fingers as he looked around, Vigil talking about its energy potential. Again, Thraxis looked around the room, his mask hiding his blatant confusion as he nodded every here and there. He didn't want to hold up this meeting, he had only signed up to test the stuff out not to prattle on about power and how much it produced.

What he did understand, was it was confidential and by the end of all this, if he made it out, he got to take a sample home. Would he utilise it? Maybe. Maybe turning it into a hacky sac to sate his boredom that the damn thing had got him stuck in.
[member="Damien Daemon"] | [member="Vigil"] | [member="Ultimatum"]