Location: Deep Space / Unidentified Sector Silence clung to the interior of the shuttle Tatsu operated from. I will be departing at once." The dark took Delta once more. Destroy it, all of it, down to the last bit of research and last person whom helped you." Townsend frowned, and then nodded. If they are as good as you claim, we can keep exactly four under the strictest secrecy." "And the rest, just kill them?" The Senators face grew grave as he spoke. We don't need mini deathstars running about. "Destroy it." "Pardon?" "Destroy it.no wait.". Arkanians helped us tamper with the code." There was another silence and then the Senator turned to Townsend. Super obedient, super fast, super strong and with a superior intellect. "You mean to tell me you've created mini me's of the most notorious and hated War Criminal in the Galaxy." "They share his Genetic code and some of his memories. "They dug too deep." "Whats the donor." "RC 212." Again the Senator reeled. Untimely ends." The Senator raised his eyebrow.
None of the engineers on this project were told the truth, and some of them met. All other info has been compartmentalized one phase at a time. Only you, me and one other knows of the full details. The public opinion.The Political Fallout." "This project is a hundred percent secure. If the galaxy knew that we were growing Clones. He strode into the room, angst gnawing at his gut. technically yes." A long silence wormed its way between the two men until the senator spoke once more. Super-soldiers for the Republic." "Clone soldiers!" "Well. "What in the nine hells is this?" "A secret little gem we've been working on. Inside were twenty four armored soldiers, the type that he'd seen before. He rubbed them thoroughly and then laid them back upon the pods. The doors slid back to reveal a sight that made the senators jaw drop. Laser whirred, gears crunched an pnuematics hissed. "What is it you brought me here for Townsend." Townsend an older white haired man gave him a wry wink and then palmed the door. As they walked idle chatter between the two began to heat up, until at last the Senator was forced to ask the question. A name-tape he wore on a black lab coat, only on this very ship. His neat little name-tag spelled director of Secret Projects.
Director Townsend marched at a steady pace with a Senator down the halls. After a brief stint in training, and even more flash training they'd shuttled him and his team off to. Unidentified Craft Deep Space The sound of footstep pattering down the hall was barely audible to him.
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