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The trip to the Hammer of Barab is surprisingly comfortable. Instead of the usual Imperial Military Transport, the dozens of soldiers selected for the Project EFFIGY trials are treated to a VIP yacht reserved for their personal use until their arrival. The journey from the processing facility on Korriban to the massive vessel in orbit over Coruscant takes several days thanks to numerous stops to pick up ranking members of the Imperial Military. However, all good things come to an end. Eventually, the vessel finds itself docking with the Hammer of Barab and the officers around the candidates usher them through the airlock and onto the capital ship.The candidates are lead quickly through the ship until they arrive at what had once been one of the vessels hangar bays. It has since been refitted to function almost like a field hospital. Numerous beds set out in rows with medical droids and organic specialists milling about in preparation. Next to each bed a narrow box with a thumbprint lock is set atop the tools pan. Above the candidates, the security booth is well lit and numerous officials have taken up positions to observe the proceedings. The candidates are lined up in rows and a sole Bothan wearing the markings of a Major stands in a crisp pose.
"Troopers! I do hope you have enjoyed your journey here. Unfortunately. The fun is at an end. I am Major Syrr Mel'yat, behind me are the scientists responsible for Project EFFIGY. You have each been given a great opportunity in furthering the cause of Imperial Expansion. The Colonel has instructed me to tell you that each of you will be assigned a specialist to provide you with the injection. The Injection will be painful and will result in certain changes to your physiology. If you have any doubts, it is best to speak them now. You will be demoted two ranks and returned to the field. That is all." He said in a clipped tone.
The scientists appear to be working frantically along with the droids to get everything set up just the way they want it. Imperial efficiency demands that as soon as the product is ready, it should be tested.
A quick head count spots almost fourty men in black armor standing in various places around the hangar, each of them bears a heavy assault rifle, any more details you cannot make out.
The Major appears stern but confident, he smiles a lot when he speaks.
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