In the deepest parts of the huge complex that stretches through the whole crust of the one and only fortress planet, a scientist has just finished his creation. He has worked on this project for countless ages, completely sealed off from the surface, his existence forgotten by all but those who still remember the events of thousands of years ago. His lifespan was prolonged by medicine and the machines that still cling to his body, devices which are now on the brink of failure, threatening his fragile life. But the scientist cares not, for he has created the perfect weapon, the perfect sentient being that would restore the empire to its former glory. It was truly a beautiful creation, intended to destroy and utterly humiliate the enemies of the empire.
He looked at his creation, taking in every single inch of it. It looked just like a human, just like a young girl, its skin felt just like that of a young girl, however, its potential in battle was unmatched. It was capable of defeating a whole army, and turning everything upside down. However, when the scientist tried to activate his ultimate creation, the doors of the facility were blown off by an all-too familiar weapon of the empire's enemy. The plasma charges melted the metal and the air, turning the underground facility into a hellhole. The machinery that kept the scientist alive failed all of a sudden due to the changes in the atmosphere, but the stubborn man still clung to his life despite that his brain stopped functioning. With sheer willpower, he tried to pull the switch that would activate the machine, only to be shot through by the soldiers.
"Burn everything," said the commander of the soldiers. "But rescue the girl. We will need her."
