A long time ago in a galaxy far far away, On an imperial Star destroyer, There was an Imperial named Commander James Malice. Malice was one of Vader's high ranking military commanders. He wore dark grey modified stormtrooper armor made of Beskar (same material as Mandalorian armor). True to his name, Malice was very malicious. He has nothing but hatred and contempt to anyone who so much as inconveniences the Empire. He truly believes the Empire to be what's best for the galaxy and even considers the destruction of Alderaan an necessary sacrifice, despite him being from Alderaan himself. His loyalty to the Empire is rivaled only by his hatred for the Rebel Alliance.
Commander Malice, was in charge of a mining operation on the outer rim planet of Vandalar. Vandalar is rich in many different resources such as Beskar, Zersium and Rhydonium. They had been using nonhuman slaves for most of the labor since it was cheaper to use slaves than to manufacture droids. Like most imperials, Commander held a lot of prejudice towards nonhumans and viewed them as inferior. He also did not approve of Grand Admiral Thrawn's position, which put him at odds with Thrawn on many occasions. Malice often stated that the nonhumans usefulness is the only thing protecting them from being purged.
Malice's shuttle landed on the bluish grey surface of the planet. Vandalar had a light pink sky with for moons. the surface was mostly rocky with a few lakes and rivers. There wasn't a lot of plant life o the surface since most of it was underground. Malice stepped off the shuttle with a dozen stormtroopers following him. Malice spoke with the overseer. "Commander Malice!" The overseer said startled by his sudden appearance. "How nice of you to.." he stuttered before being cut off by Malice. "Oh spare me the pleasantry's." He commanded in an irritated tone. "Care to explain why production has slowed down this past month?" He inquired. The overseer gulped. "Well.. Um... The workers... They're starting to become weak. This may be due to malnutrition or overexertion." The overseer said meekly. " Nonsense!" Barked Malice. "You just need to keep them motivated." He said sternly. Malice Walked into the mining facility along with his troops. The overseer followed behind. In the facility, are various alien life forms toiling away. Togrutas, Zeltrons, Gungans, S'kytri, Lascats and even some humans along with various other life forms were all kept there against there will. They were treated worse than had a announcement to make. "Attention workers!" he said. His voice boomed over the loudspeaker. "Due to the lack of progress this past month, We'll be cutting your food rations in half". The workers let out groans, moans and gasps at the news. "However" He continued, If you work twice as hard...No, 10 times as hard, Than not only will I restore your rations, I may even start allowing for one hour breaks. That is all. You may carry on". The desperate workers started working harder and faster. Malice turned to the overseer. "You see?" He said smugly. "A little motivation goes a long way." He concluded. Malice turned and exited the facility.