The sterile corridors of Flashpoint Station echoed with the distant hum of machinery and the occasional clank of Mandalorian boots. You made your way through the labyrinthine halls, a feeling mixed with anticipation and dread seemed to course throughout these halls. The station, once a hub of scientific research, had fallen under the iron grip of the Mandalorians. Now, it seemed to serve an even greater, darker purpose.

Approaching the central laboratory, the air grew colder, and the lights dimmer. The door slid open with a hiss, revealing the imposing figure of the Mandalorian Neo-Crusader's dreaded scientist, Demagol.

— Ah, a visitor. Demagol's voice was surprisingly smooth underneath his helmet, almost disconcertingly so. His helmet concealed any hint of emotion, leaving you to wonder what lay beneath.

— To what do I owe this... unexpected pleasure?

He stood before a large cluster of machinery for his, rather twisted experiments. But at the same time, you couldn't ignore the amount of work that was done here, and just how much was being accomplished ever so quickly. With his bland colored Mandalorian armor, a shade of cactus green reflected strongly off his t-shaped visor.

— Curiosity is a dangerous thing here. He chuckled, a low, chilling sound.

— But come, if you are so eager to understand, I will show you.