OOC: What do you know. They really do
live to 1000 years. Oo But, Jabba did have a son, Rotta. And disturbingly, it implies that Jabba gave birth. 8/
Anyway... I officially named my Droid 3R4 (thirty four

) and my sith character, Kaden. :3
IC: Pulling the lever upwards, the room's lights glowed dimly, the majority broken, and unlit. With his droid plugging into a concole, it activated the racks, allowing them to slid outwards. One by one, the droids activated, stepping off the rack and examining their surroundings. With 3R4 wheeling through, narrowly dodging deployed units, it left the room for business elsewhere. The figure stepped forwards, adressing the newly activated droids. They turned their attention to him. "I am Kaden, your new master. I am your superior, and you will obey." A droid quickly responded, "Negative. You are not Count Dooku. We only obey Count Dooku." "Count Dooku is dead. The Republic has fallen, the Empire risen and fallen, and now a New Republic has taken it's place. You will serve me. All of you, without hesitation or questions." He spoke, crushing the droid's head to prove his point, it's robotic scream cracking and fading as it was slowly compressed, collapsing to the floor in a dead heap of metal.
The other droids said nothing, instead, all straightening their posture, a military pose, unwavering, even with age. They would serve him, or face painful deaths. Kaden smiled, his countenance dark, as he began citing orders, bringing the place to life, in preperation for the first shipment of materials and workers. This factory was his.