What Lies Beneath

[Arlan Zy'rosh]

Sekalus​

Phrikite Caverns​

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It was always strange to Arlan how things seemed to progress in the galaxy, how the smallest of details or problems could blow up into something much larger. The whole pin-drop in a pool of water metaphor seems to come to mind when you really think on it hard, at least from Arlan's perspective, as he rethought the events of his current job. His men had been in the caverns for quite some time now, working tirelessly to clear the caverns of any such creatures that may well hinder the mining efforts of Sasori and it's affiliates. Arlan had successfully eradicated any infestation within the set perimeter before nightfall, but the cost on the ecosystem was high because of it. Initially controlled burns and targeting of nests were set in place to deter any any potential widespread harm to the creatures and their environment, but a droid forcing Arlan's hand caused an entire group of beasts to be hunting down and killed for the safety of the mission. It was not something Arlan wished to do, but something he was not sorry for.

Now his men had been pulled back, their equipment slowly being loaded onto the transports that brought them here, base camp being dissembled, and Arlan sitting quietly off to the side. He had given the order to pack up and pull out so he was now simply waiting on a chance to call in to his employers and back to Rutan for report. The day had been a long one, full of strange turn of events and unexpected solutions, but even still The Carrion Company had gotten through another contract successfully. The funds from this job was desperately needed in order to advance the company to what Arlan had envisioned and Arlan was particularly glad he had been able to work with someone as large as Sasori whom could provide future contracts. Feeran had told Arlan that working with them would be beneficial for the troupe and it's goals and he had been right. All that was left was to finish off the day and turn a blind eye to Sekalus and it's plights.

"This is Commander Zy'rosh to Sasori base camp." Arlan raised his com-link and began to speak. "Caverns are clear and ready to be mined, enter when ready." Then Arlan stood, and began to walk towards his transport.

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[NG-888 (Eights)]

Eights had failed. He had failed completely and utterly. He had failed to an extent that would be difficult to match even if he tried. Not only did he not complete his objective, he went directly against it. His mistakes and headstrong actions had cost hundreds of innocent creatures' lives. Worse even that that, he had lost his commission. Once those who hired him caught wind of the issue, he'd lose his reputation too. He'd never be able to get a job on this city again, maybe even this planet. Eights hung his head in unbearable shame, berating himself at thousands of insults per millisecond. You useless, idiotic scrap heap. You worthless pile of tin cans. You failure. You have disappointed the Constructor himself who watches over you. You are a disgrace. You are perpetuating the very stereotypes that plague droidkind. You don't deserve to live. Eights unrooted himself from the floor of the tent. He turned to walk out, then stopped for a moment.

"I'm very sorry for any inconvenience I may have caused to this operation."

And with that, he slunk off into the cold, cruel world.

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