While not nearly as large as the twin cities on Nancora, the trio of factories that accompany them make a case to be called cities all their own. Empusa is the first of these industrial complexes, and the most notable. Its modular design lends itself to fabrication blocks entirely dedicated to specific needs. One section may be focused on the mass-production of firearms and other weapons, while another produces vehicle after vehicle.

The largest of these fabrication blocks is also the most vulnerable, a cavernous bay resembling a dreadnought's hangar system with an opening leading directly to the land outside Empusa. It is here that fabricators line the floor, producing ground assault vehicles along a series of conveyors. Supplies and materials are stacked along the walls, ready for delivery to the waiting automated arms.

This section is overseen by a series of control rooms and interconnected catwalks that form a spider web suspended above the fabricators. Security is tight, each unit closed off to the others and ID locks at their entrances. Shield generators are built into the gaping maw of the fabricator bay, preventing the elements from entering the complex while allowing a staging area for the completed units.

Like a fleeting shadow, a unique being slipped around organized mounds of junk and debris. Sparks lit the stagnant air which was rife with chemicals not suitable for breath and superheated metal sloughed into large vats, later to be poured into molds.

The droid foundry was only a small section of the massive facility. The Miraluka, Revs, as he was known in Odan-Urr's territories, like others, sought plans for a rather large and ominous superweapon. The intel was disclosed in a recent SeNet briefing and it had everyone from Odan-Urr on the edge of their seats. If the Iron Throne was able to create such a weapon… Revs didn't want to think about it. He merely searched through the Force. As he slipped past a pile of droid parts, he stopped, shifting his head back to the shuttering pile.

An explosion of debris erupted, startling the long haired fellow as he took a step back and swept his hand down to the hilt of his Lightsaber.

"AH-HA!" came a familiar voice. "I found the expanded memory core I needed!" No doubt an upgrade for a well known PIT droid.

"That's not what we came here to find, Gui. Focus."

With disheveled goggles, cocked to the side around a head full of dreads, Gui tilted his head.

"What do ya mean?" Gui replied, "This stuff is as good as Aurodium. Besides, I bet I can find those plans before you do, I'll bet my ship on it." He smirked.

"Is that a challenge?"

"A Jedi challenge..." After Gui spoke, he paused for dramatic effect. "Race ya!" Leaping from the pile, the kid stuffed the core into his robes and darted towards Revs, the Miraluka, like all big brothers would do, stuck out his foot.

Gui's capped boots became snagged and if it weren't for the Force he would've face-planted. Instead, he rolled and continued to run as he got back to his feet.

"Nice try, sucker!"

Revs grumbled as he saw Gui enter a sprint. With a shrug of his shoulders, the chase was on, as he too bound forward.

"You think you can catch me?!" Gui shouted, flexing his fingers into an invisible grip that, with a flick of his wrist, sent a large piece of metal, probably an all terrain tread towards the Disciple that chased him.

Revs ducked as it flopped overhead, careful to keep his balance as he stumbled a bit.

"Dirty tricks, huh?!" Revs shouted, "Ok."

Still quite young, Gui couldn't help himself. He often took things a bit lighter than he should. Everything was a competition and the adrenaline excited him. It became audible through a loud and obnoxious laugh.

Natural athleticism carried him over metal beams and enabled him to slide under conveyors only to pop up and continue sprinting on the other side. Honestly, he was surprised that Revs was able to gain on him.

"Come on old man!"

Revs sneered between breaths and as his legs went into overdrive, so did his strategic mind as the Force funneled into a vision that Gui could somewhat relate to.

The Rollmaster, making an uneducated mistake, turned to look over his shoulder, his lack of focus betraying him as when he turned back, Revs also flicked his wrist and—

Bang! One of the crane arms swung out in front of Gui, catching him right in the gut. It immediately erased his lead and stole his breath. Displeasure and pain were written all over his face as he looked up to see Revs run past him, flashing an annoying wave.

"Not fair..." Gui winced, biting back the pain as best as he could while sucking air back into his lungs. Ripples of Force energy coursed through his body and his muscles felt relaxed but eager as the pain dulled and his stutter step became a jog and progressively turned back into a run.