[Originally posted by Bastion] Basition Solus woke abruptly to the blaring sound of his chrono alarm. With a grumbled sigh, he shrugged off his blanket and slammed his hand down on the alarm. Giving out a heavy yawn, he slowly made his way out of bed , making his way over piles of dirty clothes and empty food wrappers toward the bathroom door to get ready for work. Basition never fully adjusted to getting up early to go to work. His previous job had him working all through the night gathering salvage on war torn Balmorria for the Republic war effort. The hours were long and it was dangerous gathering materials in warzone. Most of the gathering had to be done at night to avoid Sith military patrols, which made the task even more difficult. After the materials were gathered, Basition would break down the salvage to make customized battle droids and weapons. He was well known with the local troops for his work and more than a few Sith died because they under estimated the power of a blaster canon on what seemed to be a factory stock droid. The job might have been difficult but at least he had been his own boss, instead of now working as another lackey clerk at a czerka corporation store. Basition missed the freedom from his former life but not working for the Republic. As far as Basition was concerned, the Republic betrayed him and his family. Basition's family had lived on Balmorra for generations. His father worked as a droid engineer at the largest weapon factory on Balmorria, building some of the Republics most fearsome battle droids. His mother worked in Republic med centers, tending to wounded Republic troops. The Solus family were loyal citizens to the Republic and strongly believed in ideals it stood for. However the Republic did not show Balmorrians the same loyalty. For new platoon of battle droids produced, another platoon of Republic troops were transferred off of Balmorria, to somewhere else, that the Republic felt was more important. Where his father had once come home with an excited smile over his plan for a new advanced war droid, turned into disgust over troops being transferred to protect the Ithorians, who as far as he were concerned, did nothing to help the Republic and just wanted to protect their trees. In the end , it didn't matter how hard the Solus family had worked. With the signing of the Treaty of Coruscant, the Republic officially abandoned Balmorra and left them all to the malevolent rule of the Sith Empire. Basition made his way through the city of Bin Prime, to another day of work at the czerka office. Basition dreaded going into work. Each day he would have to deal with more idiotic Sith mercenaries or even worse, stupid imperial officers who wouldn't know a good droid if data probed their ass. The former would just harass him but the later could have him shot if he wasn't careful with his phrasing. He knew he would just have to deal with it for now. Hopefully the empire would have a opening on one their salvage teams soon. It would be very unlikely Basition would be able to make droids or weapons on Balmorra again due to imperial law forbidding unauthorized manufacturing. Most of the legal manufacturing on Balmorra was done by the czerka corporation, thanks to the monopoly given to them from the Sith Empire. Basition had originally signed on to czerka hoping to work at one of the factories like his father did but the Empire made it very clear that only those citizens who are truly loyal to the Empire are allowed to manufacture weapons or droids. So the only job opening for him was working as a clerk at the czreka office. As for his father who had worked at the plant for most of his life and was one of the planets top engineers, now worked as a droid repair mechanic fixing protocol droids. Basition's day was nothing out of the ordinary. Mercenaries hired by the empire, looking for replacement power cells for their weapons. Randar, the zabrakian stock room guy, showing off holovids he found on the holonet to the other employee's. Most of them featuring twi'lek show girls doing things more disturbing than any of the horrors of the war. It looked like it was just going to be another ordinary day at the czreka office until near closing time, when a rattataki mercenary named Vulkil and two gamorrean thugs walked into the shop. Basition had seen Vulkil in the shop before, he wore a heavily customized wrist launcher, which Basition admired, but Vulkil would only do business with the manager in her back office. He was glad that he hadn't had to deal with Vulkil before given his reputation for having a bad temper and being easily "provoked" into drawing his blaster. Basition still wasn't worried though, because the czerka office used two mark IV assault droids for security. Basition called out across the store saying "The manager has already gone home for the day, is there something I can help you with. " Vulkil facial expression remained calm but cold, as he walked to the counter and stared down Basition. "I'm here for my order" Vulkil said in his raspy voice. Basition looked to his data pad to find the order but a pickup wasn't listed. "I'm sorry I don't see a pickup...", Basition looked up from his data pad just in time to see that Vulkil had drawn his blaster and now had it pointed at Basitions face. Vulkil expression changed into a smile as he pulled the trigger. The blaster bolt going clean through Basition's right eye and out of the back of his skull. The last thought that ran through what was left of Basition's mind was " WOW...getting shot in the face REALLY f**king hurts." END PART ONE
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