His personal lab was eerily quiet with only the steady, soothing hum of machinery and holoprojectors around him, he kept everything neat, clean, crisp view of lab tables, storage, and everything he needed. A garrison of TK Troopers, endless Imperial property of clones, and near endless funding by the Emperor himself.

Dr Hemlock stood by the window of his lab taking a short break. His holopad placed neatly in the middle of his table, since minutes before he was skimming through reports on Project Necromancer's progress. His mind was complex, he never rushed in his thinking or his work at all, following his personal philosophy unlike many other scientists, he is a perfectionist.

His eyes scanned the wild forest beyond the perimeter of this base. He sighed, feeling at his left hand... Project Shadow, Emerie, Project Necomancer, the Emperor, Clone Force 99 that continues to be a thorn in his side that could never be dislodged. It's always these clones that are getting in his way causing trouble...

He had created toxic nerve gas, using it on himself till his body is immune to his own creation. Being able to withstand his own poisons. Project Shadow was giving him some… difficulties but that isn't the main point. He's here to deliver on his promise to the Emperor, immortality. For the longevity of this new Empire.

He found it to be quite amusing, the Republic disgraced him for his unorthodox experiments, but the Empire welcomed him with open arms, gave him everything. He will stop at nothing but succes-

But his thoughts were interrupted when the ray shields lowered as someone decided to walked in. He was not expecting, nor wishing for anyone to disturb him during this hour... Even specifically stating this rule of thumb to the entire base when he arrived to lead Project Necromancer.

"I have told you not to come at this time haven't I...?" He asked, still looking out into the distant forest. A tone of displeasure slightly piercing through his usual cold and emotionless demeanour.