07-31-2017, 08:22 AM
Doctor Johnson examined the paperwork when Veritas had finished it, and then resisted the urge to face palm. When the Prime read the paperwork the chances are he was going to be in a very bad mood. Something needed to be done, but what could be done? Thinking of the other Primes, and of how Veritas had used an Energy Saber of his own design that was similar to a Lightsaber, an idea began to be hatched by the doctor. Calling in some Storm Troopers he had them get the designs of the Dark Saber, which were then sent to the nearest R and D lab within the facility. After about ten minutes, the replica of the Dark Saber had been crafted. While it had been a rush job, Doctor Johnson was hopeful it would count as a good enough bribe for Veritas to not take things too badly that he now worked for the Empire, because of the paperwork that had been snuck into the forms.
"About the documents you signed, before I tell you about one you missed in them... I brought you a present."
A Storm Trooper, clad in the familiar white armor of the Storm Troopers knelt, offering the box that contained the replica of a certain blade to Veritas. Examining the box, Veritas opened it, and pulled out the hilt. When he pulled out the hilt, and turned on the blade, a hiss of energy came out of it at first, and a black blade with a white outline that it hurt to look at formed. A smile was on his face as he swung it. It had a training setting, sure. But it could be adjusted so it could actually do damage. Perhaps his problem of unwanted guests at night could be...remedied now that he actually had something that could do it.
"As you were saying?" asked Veritas, once he had deactivated the blade and clipped the hilt to his waist.
"Well, you signed a legally binding agreement that would make you work for the Empire for ten years, please don't kill us."
Veritas groaned, and then said to the doctor. "I'm not a killer. But it will take me some time to process this. For now I'll have to go home, because I need to brainstorm, to think of the situation and how to get myself out of this mess."
"About the documents you signed, before I tell you about one you missed in them... I brought you a present."
A Storm Trooper, clad in the familiar white armor of the Storm Troopers knelt, offering the box that contained the replica of a certain blade to Veritas. Examining the box, Veritas opened it, and pulled out the hilt. When he pulled out the hilt, and turned on the blade, a hiss of energy came out of it at first, and a black blade with a white outline that it hurt to look at formed. A smile was on his face as he swung it. It had a training setting, sure. But it could be adjusted so it could actually do damage. Perhaps his problem of unwanted guests at night could be...remedied now that he actually had something that could do it.
"As you were saying?" asked Veritas, once he had deactivated the blade and clipped the hilt to his waist.
"Well, you signed a legally binding agreement that would make you work for the Empire for ten years, please don't kill us."
Veritas groaned, and then said to the doctor. "I'm not a killer. But it will take me some time to process this. For now I'll have to go home, because I need to brainstorm, to think of the situation and how to get myself out of this mess."