Private A Diarch's Best Droid

[Lord Mettallum]

For now Lord Mettallum had been working with the Diarchy semi unofficially busy setting up droid factories and research stations on Taspir III and organising logistics for materials to supply said factories. This itself was nothing compared to the amount of research and development was required to create better and more advance droids to replace his old aging droid forces that once were just required to fight simple pirates and other hostiles in the void of space which is nothing compared to the threats faced by the diarchy which at this current time included the Mandalorians which had proven themselves to be quite formidable opponents during the events of Vexis Station and Daro with nearly impenetrable armour and a mastery of asymmetric warfare yet Lord Mettallum was certain with the right support and resources he could change this fact.

Right now Lord Mettallum stood outside the High Council Chamber doors awaiting permission to enter and blocked by two Preservers. Normally Lord Mettallum would have his own elite guard with him in a situation like this but today was not a day to let his ego control him. Today was the day Lord Mettallum would seek official recognition from the Diarchy and solidify his position within it. If he fails to succeed in this effort then all the hard work over the past months would be for naught but Lord Mettallum was positive this would not be the case after all in his eyes he had already proven himself, after all both times the Mando menace challenged the Diarchy it was Lord Mettallum and his droids leading the charge against them and even Lord Mettallum knew nothing proved loyalty and worth more than the spilling of blood.

Despite Lord Mettallum's certainty that this meeting would be a sounding success part of him was still concerned. He had not had a proper face to face meeting with the Diarchs before with most of the communications between himself and the Diarchs being down via underlings and holo messages. From what information Lord Mettallum had gotten was that Reign was the more decisive and forward thinking of the brothers while Rellik was calmer and more thoughtful in his decisions yet it was Rellik who had spoken in what at least seemed like support in the idea of Free willed Droid Army.

Diarch Reign Diarch Rellik

 

[Diarch Rellik]

The great doors of the High Council Chamber parted with a low, resonant groan. Gold light from the chamber's braziers spilled out into the hall, painting the armored forms of the Preservers in long shadows as they stepped aside in unison. Rellik rose from his place at the central dais, the folds of his cloak whispering against the polished stone as he moved around to be standing in attention. His golden eyes fixed on the figure beyond the threshold, and for a moment he studied the metal silhouette of their guest.

"Lord Metallum," he said, voice carrying clearly across the chamber. It was not the clipped address of formality, but one laced with welcome. "Your presence here has been long in the making. You have labored tirelessly for the Diarchy's cause, and we have not been blind to the steel and fire you have brought to bear on our behalf."

He let his words hang for a breath, then gestured with an open hand toward the chamber. "Come" Gesturing to the marble in the center of the room. "Stand upon the foundation of the Diarchy and let us here what reason you have requested this meeting. I do personally hope it is to align ourselves together in a more solid foundation. The words you shared back in the Chancellorate have stuck to the back of my mind ever since. I would like to help move those concepts into reality."

With Lord Mettallum's entrance the Diarch would bow in respect and return to his seat.

Lord Mettallum Diarch Reign

 

[Diarch Reign]

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Location: High Council Chambers | The Crucible
Tags: Diarch Rellik Lord Mettallum
Gear: Amulet of the Warden's Eye, Bladefather

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Reign’s green eyes lifted from the marble at the center of the room as the doors opened.
His injuries from the duel with Laphisto had healed, and he seemed noticeably more lively.

His thoughts had been on who that marble had once belonged to, his father, as he had been thinking of him much lately.

Eyeing the form of the large droid as it stood in the doorway, Reign himself would stand shortly after his brother. His uniform as well maintained and imposing as ever. The black cape touching the floor barely at his heels.

“Lord Metallum, enter this sanctum and be known”

His tone, as expected was much more authoritative than his brothers.

“We have much to discuss”

 

[Lord Mettallum]

Lord Mettallum would move towards the centre of the room providing a short bow towards the DIarchs. Lord Mettallum's photoreceptors scanned the Diarchs, their tiniest movements watched and catalogued as Lord Mettallum calculated the myriad of ways this discussion could go. It seemed Rellik was already in good spirits and would most likely be easiest to convince. Precautions should still be taken as Lord Mettallum had learnt from his past when dealing with organics that some had mastered the art of the false face.

Diarch Reign was different to his brother, his voice somehow carried far more authority to it. Where Rellik spoke in the welcoming tones of an old friend, Reign's few words were clearly remind Lord Mettallum that Lord Mettallum was here at the pleasure of the Diarchs not the other way around.

"I Lord Mettallum stand before you to discuss the future. As you may already know the droid forces under the control of I Lord Mettallum have been some of the first to the fight against the Mandalorian aggression. We have done this as auxiliaries outside the Diarchy Military. I Lord Mettallum seek to officially form a fully functional Droid Army within the Diarchy that unlike droid armies of the past is filled with free thinking droids who choose to fight for the Diarchy and its beliefs." Lord Mettallum would then hold out a holo-projector in the palm of his hand which would droids marching with a banner that had the Diarchy Symbol.

"Of course it would be up to you Diarchs to decide if this droid army would be integrated into the Legions or form a separate branch of military. Both of which have advantages and disadvantages." Lord Mettallum still hadn't been able to fully calculate which of the two options was better other than integration might be better long term but would have some serious problems short term that could prove dangerous in the coming war if not dealt with correctly.

Diarch Reign Diarch Rellik

 

[Diarch Rellik]

Rellik's gaze followed the droid as it came forward, He inclined his head in return to the bow a small, deliberate gesture of respect. "Your service in the battles against the Mandalorians has not gone unnoticed," he began, voice low but carrying through the chamber. "At Daro and Vexis Station, your fellows fought without hesitation, without fear, and with a precision that we can all admire."

He continued to watch in silence as Lord Metallum spoke, eyes reflecting the faint blue shimmer of the holoprojection as it painted marching silhouettes across the chamber walls. Ensuring to give the man the respect he deserved.

"I have always believed," he began quietly, "that life begins with choice." His eyes drifted across the projection, droids marching beneath the Diarchy's banner and the faintest trace of warmth softened his tone. "If something can form its own thoughts, determine its path, and fight for what it believes in… then it lives. It may be steel and circuitry, or it may be blood and bone" He paused, letting the hum of the chamber fill the silence for a moment. "You have never been a mere construct to me, Lord Mettallum. You think, you adapt, you strive. You have purpose and purpose is the essence of life."

Rellik's gaze lingered on the holoprojection, his reflection caught for a moment among the lines of marching silhouettes. "Tell me, Lord Mettallum," he said at last, voice even but carrying a quiet gravity, "how would your creations feel about war? Not as directives or subroutines, but as beings who think and know consequence. Would they fight by choice? Or would they bear it as a duty they did not ask for?"

He leaned slightly forward in his seat, hands steepled. "If they are to be living, then they must also be allowed the right to decline the life of battle. Perhaps we might begin forming programs, ways for those among them who wish to pursue another path to do so freely. Engineers, artisans, philosophers. Whatever they might dream to be."

Rellik's eyes met Mettallum's, gold reflecting pale blue. "The Chancellorate will have to convene on this question of rights." His tone softened, thoughtful but resolute. "How would you and your kind feel about those droids who were never given that spark of choice? The ones built as mere extensions of work, never capable of self-determination? Should they still serve as tools, or do you see a place for them under your guidance? Perhaps as a representative on our high council for all artificial life?"

A quiet pause followed before he continued. "And tell me, how would you see your people represented in our society? The Diarchy has room for many voices, soldiers, scholars, leaders. I believe your kind possesses far more merit than the galaxy gives credit for. If you are willing, I would help see such a project brought to life with personal funding."

He drew in a slow breath, his expression settling into one of composed sincerity. "This is what we must discuss, Lord Mettallum. How such life is to coexist with ours… and how we ensure that in giving it freedom, we make sure to respect all life."

Lord Mettallum Diarch Reign