08-26-2017, 08:00 AM
"Stay here," said Veritas to the ones who had been assigned to work for him. The last thing he needed was them mucking up his long term plans by flashing the white armor that they wore as Storm Troopers. Where he was going, the armor was only going to be a liability at best. There was no sense in scaring away the individuals he was going to be looking for, in order to help him mold these young Storm Troopers into a proper unit that could hold their own. What he needed was a kind of individual who he wouldn't find in the proper Tiers, of Tier One, and Tier Two. In other words he needed someone who had more talents in survival than what most of the people on these floors had. Sure they had some skill, but they were overly reliant on the Empire. In order to make the squad he had been given truly useful he was going to need to shatter that reliance, which meant he was going to need some help. Unfortunately he had no idea how he was going to go about breaking them of that reliance, which is why he was going to look for some people to help him with doing so. It did seem like a worthwhile endeavor and if they did become more loyal to him, it was worth it all the more. Plus it had an added benefit of avoiding them being sent to their deaths, should they still be under-equipped and lack the talent to improvise like they presently did. It was that thought in mind that made Veritas make his way to the elevators. There was something to be said about someone who would risk his life to help his subordinates.