Arise Now, Arise

[Ultimatum]

It seemed almost wrong to Ultimatum, life had settled down on his world. His company was pumping out weapons and ships, the populace were merrily going along with their lives, and he had had no adventures for what had felt like forever. It was a distinctly annoying dichotomy, his more droid part was pleased with the steadiness of the current situation, it proved that the model he had in mind for the galactic scale could work. But the other part, that which had been based on organic thoughts, was bored and screaming for something to happen. Whoever his enemy had been, he was gone, or at least quiet. There were no open signs of rebellion or unrest, he found that those areas that had been prone to attack before were silent and empty.

The droid looked at his reflection in the spotless silver metal walls, he allowed some other organic thoughts to enter his mind. He seemed to have done well, still young for his sort of being he had amassed a small fortune, a world, and autonomy. More than could be said for most organics, or even more of his own people. What was the organic saying, time had treated him well? It certainly felt that way. Though, looking at his original body he might say otherwise, his current one was clean and shining, impenetrable to lightsabers and blasters alike, while his old body had many of the marks of his early life. Carbine scoring, blast dents, explosion scars. Warfare had been his early life, but now he spent most of his time safely out of harm's way.

It was sad in a way, his mind had been made to survive the death of a body, but he had only once or twice had to rely on that final defense. Of course, battles were not what he sought, he just wanted something to break the dull repetition of his current life style. He needed motivation to expand his factories, his shipyards, and his control. He needed something to spark a need, a drive to complete his goals. His plans for the galaxy seemed to have faded in importance, even though they were still there, waiting to be completed.

Thus he sat in his work room, schematics set about him, communications left open for anyone to call, if they knew the number of course. Progenitor facility was running loudly outside, but his walls were made to keep the noise out, as well as the fact that he could simply turn off his audio sensors to better focus. But right now he had nothing really to focus on, so he sat and thought. If nothing else, the droid wished he could dream.

[member="Mythos"]

 

[Mythos]

To build an army...one who owed allegiance to no one but Him... now that was necessary for the ultimate goal, to rule the galaxy. Mythos was done playing games, was done hiding his intentions, he meant to rule it all, not just Atrisia and he all the time int he universe. First he needed an army, not vast by any means, but specialized and elite beyond any the galaxy had ever seen. He needed to kill and punish those he deemed unworthy, destroy and kill those in his way with or without the force... now, without. He needed weapons, specialized gear and tools of the highest quality and specialization, the Jar'Kai followed him in three freighters that were formerly medical ships all the way to the other side of the galaxy from Midvinter to Mustafar. It was a long ride...

The were not poorly armed by any means but if Mythos was going to recruit soldiers through the galaxy to form an elite special operation army he needed the hardware to do so and it would be found exactly where he manufactured the cortan blade... the foresight, the progenitor and Ultimatum. Upon arriving to the molten planet Mythos coordinated with the other three ships to make dock beside where last time he met Legion II. He had held his ground here against the Galactic Alliance and now they were no more, he and Ultimatum had outlasted the Alliance and Mustafar remained under their dominance. The hatches opened, orders were to stand guard by the ships and meet the droid and or, organic officials and inform them they were on a routine mission and Lord Ultimatum himself was expecting them... he wasn't.

Mythos, former Emperor of Atrisia, dashed through molten rock and stone at the speed of an athlete upwards and using the shadows of the stone as cover. It would be a long climb, but as he did so a drone would map out the area and give him feedback on his wrist communicator on the entire base of operations as soon as the small droid got the readings. He was careful to avoid the molten lava and it was not amiss to him that just this morning he was on the coldest planet in the tingel arm and now he was on the hottest planet on the outter rim...

After an hour of climbing, dodging security droids he arrived at the office of his mechanical friend... If he was following the news he would think Mythos dead. Either it would be a pleasant surprise or.. well, Mythos always went armed everywhere. Yet this time, he carried two prototype pistols and a stygium deposit on his freighters... he needed to build something... something that the galaxy had never seen before.

@Ultimatum

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[Ultimatum]

Even with his own mind lax, his security remained vigilant. The arrival of ships at first did not concern Ultimatum, to the point that the information was removed from his immediate mind. However, the unscheduled fly over awoke the droid from his thoughts. It was small, probably some sort of reconnaissance drone, and that was what began Ultimatum's thought processes. Of course it could have been some new recreational drone that a native had decided to fly out. It could not be any company drone due to the fact that it should have been mentioned to the government before sending it out.

What Ultimatum believed it was, maybe because of his wandering mind, was a military scout drone. Sent to find the Progenitor Facility, and perhaps map out the terrain for some form of invasion or incursion. Whatever it was, the AI believed that it would not find what it was looking for easily. The Progenitor Facility had been built into metal rich rock, which made scanner readings unreliable. It was akin to the effect that occurred on the planet Myrkr, its trees were filled with metal to the point that its jungles were almost impervious to most ship scanners. The same stood here, a very precise scanner could probably pick out where the metal was more dense, or the fact that a particular region was emitting more heat than others, but then one would require a very sophisticated sensor to figure that, given that the base was situated so close to a river of lava.

The same was not true for the scanners in the base. As the only foreseeable threat that Ultimatum believed would be an issue was from above, most of the scanners and sensors were oriented upwards. The atmosphere was filled with dust particles, ash, and minuscule metal bits picked up by the hot air. Because the metal was not as tightly packed or spread as in the ground, scanners could see all the way up to the cloud cover. The clouds were a whole other issue, akin to Kamino, they were almost always there. All the ash and rock thrown out by the volcanoes was forever trapped up in higher atmosphere. That was where the end of conventional scanners could be used. In order to reach space, one either had to build heavy duty scanners or connect to satellites. As it was, Ultimatum could watch the drone as it flew overhead. Whether it could see them, he did not know, but his assumption was that they had.

His plan to move was disturbed by a message from the spaceport. Apparently three vessels had arrived and when asked of their purpose the representative was told that Ultimatum knew they was coming. As this contradicted his current planned meetings, that meant there was something else afoot. Either the two were connected or he had honestly forgotten some appointment. The former seemed more likely to the droid. He decided to simply alert the necessary protocols to begin checking for military vessels or large numbers of organics in the vicinity. What he had not anticipated was a single person who knew his basic way around the facility to break in.

It surprised Ultimatum when he heard the note that told him someone was outside his doors. It slid open at a command from Ultimatum and the droid at first stayed neutral faced, but then smiled at seeing who it was. As far as he had known [member="Mythos"] was dead, thus Ultimatum would normally not have decided it was the man. But the biological scans pointed to a very similar person. On top of this was the sensor he had recently built into the complex, using crystals from Mimban they could be used to tell if one was Force sensitive. He was jumping to a conclusion, but he guessed that he was correct. Who else would have had knowledge of his facility and the cunning to pull something like this off? Ultimatum could think of only a few such organics, but most did not fit the current circumstances so he assumed that this was at least something related to Animus.

Ultimatum stood, "You've done well getting so far into this base. Based on the information I have available to me, you are in some similar to an organic I once knew. Are you perhaps a clone of Mythos? He is dead, which makes you a problem. Did you steal his memories and biological signatures?"

 

[Mythos]

It was not easy but entering the facility was not a feat far removed from abilities of one of the best assassins in the One Sith at one point in time. He knew his way around Mustafar, the heat of the planet cooling off his skin as soon as he slipped inside the room of it's Lord and master. The recon droid was dismissed at the push of a button as soon as he entered the facility, back to the ships seeing as all data was uploaded into Mythos' wrist device that served as a multi purpose information datapad as well as a weapon, mini surgery device and blood analyses format as well as many other uses. Mythos was heavily bothered by one thing above all, the lack actual armed security in the premises and the fact that Ultimatum, Lord of Mustafar walked up to an intruder without so much as a side arm or a weapon to meet his uninvited guest.

What if this had been an actual threat? Mythos thought to himself, his disappointment showed upon his facial features as he pulled the cowl and metallic mask from his face and stepped forward without so much as a flinch of fear.

"I am not easily killed Ultimatum, i may not have the force with me but i am no less of a warrior than i was before... where is your security? the ones I trained? " His voice more agitated and displeased by the second. He removed his cloak to show his bare chest and stared down the figure of the imposing machine Lord. "As far as i know, clones do not inherit scars and the Jar'Kai would never follow anyone other than their Emperor..."

A pause, silence and a tension building as the cloak hit the ground. "I find your lack of saftey and security highly disturbing..." His tone dark and menacing, there was another pause only heightened by the background of the roaring fires "i protected Mustafar from the pathetic alliance and outlasted them with you and now i find you take no more precautions with your saftey and your well being than a backwater blaster salesman in Dantooine..."

Mythos crossed his arms in his chest and relaxed his posture and his tone of voice. "Still... its good to see you, we have much to discuss, i plan to rule this galaxy from the shadows of war... i need weapons, i need ships, i need to become deadlier than i ever was before... it begins here."

A sly smile crossed his lips. "Are you with me old friend?"

@Ultimatum

 

[Ultimatum]

It was a genuine surprise for Ultimatum, [member="Mythos"] had died, how and why was unknown to the droid. However, with the stranger asking such questions and speaking in such a way, Ultimatum could not help but wonder if perhaps this was the man. The droid had heard that Sith tended to be difficult to kill and Mythos was by no means the least of the Sith. Now it was a question of what he was doing here. That was fairly easy to answer, as the man had said so himself. It struck Ultimatum as amusing that Mythos should ask about security, the question of the organics he had trained was definitely valid. But questioning his artificial security, that was something that he would have expected was self-explanatory.

"It is good to see you as well, I can supply what you need and perhaps more. As for those clones you trained, they are currently on the Sovereignty, along with most of the people you would recognize. I can assure you though that this base is very safe, I am armed and there are plenty of combat capable droids that could come in an instant should I require." The base had been upgraded somewhat since Mythos had last seen it, though even so more of the droid's resources had gone into preparing the Sovereignty. That massive ship in orbit might have appeared familiar to the once Sith, as the ship that he had rescued Ultimatum from so long ago.

The droid decided to leave the question of his safety at that, if nothing else the death of this body would only slow his progress. He reverted to the requests for technology, "What do you plan for what you need? You wish to wage a war from behind the scenes? Or perhaps to manipulate it?" They were both things that he was interested in, his plans would probably require such subterfuge in order to achieve what he searched for. But then again, he did not like the idea of using the conflict for gaining control. It was the organic's decision and they would have to be given the chance to accept his aid themselves.

 

[Mythos]

The former emperor, the fallen king stood almost immobile as the Lord of Mustafar spoke, he nodded only when he had finished yet his eyes locked upon the machine before him and his chin raised in a gesture of defiance. Mythos was moments from putting this security to the test but not before answering the very valid questions his ally has laid before him. "I will shape war wherever it resides, i shall be in the shadows of every conflict from here to the tingel arm and everywhere in between. My son shall inherit the throne of weapons and machines i shall craft but i need your help."

Mythos, in all his self proclaimed wisdom had foreseen that his entrance here would be difficult only in terrain. Ever since he had met the Lord of Mustafar he had reservations about his character perceiving what he thought was an adversity to violence and confrontation. An unexplained and almost unnerving hesitance to combat and war... he had never seen him fight. "You say you are safe? that you are armed?"

Mythos smiled, shot his hand into the holster at his hip and engaged the prototype high powered blaster pistol. "Prove it"

In an instant Mythos aimed the blaster square at the face of the Lord of Mustafar with no regard to his own saftey while at the same time activating a thermal grenade, an explosive device unlike anything in the galaxy that was tampered with and enhanced with Atrisian engineering of ages past and upgraded with modern technology. It was a piece of art as much as an explosive device. Mythos had no intentions of actually killing his ally but he did want to make a point, it was far too easy for him to enter here and that fact alone made Mythos very concerned...

He knew the power of Sith Lords... if one could get this close then he or she could wreck havoc upon this place single handedly. That could not be allowed to happen, no one should be able to get this close at any given time... there needed to be more emphasis on security and Mythos was here to make that evident.

@Ultimatum

 

[Ultimatum]

Ultimatum listened. Indeed this man had an imagination and a drive to accomplish what he wanted, but the droid wondered if he truly could. The galaxy was just so chaotic that exerting control was incredibly difficult across space. Of course, he had to attempt such a feat in order to get what the galaxy needed. It was going to be a fight for this galaxy, a fight against all living things. The concept was simply too far out of an organic's understanding, thus he had decided that it could not be done here. This galaxy was too late for him, if Ultimatum had been created sooner, perhaps a few millennia ago, he might have been able to salvage this place. But it was too late, the beauty of the stars in this galaxy were tarnished beyond repair. He could do nothing.

Any more thought on the dismal state of the organic ruled galaxy was halted by the challenge that Ultimatum could almost sense coming. He doubted that [member="Mythos"] would fully understand the reason that security was so lax. There was a time, when they had first met, towards the beginning of Ultimatum's life, that he would have kept the security so tight that an attempt to enter would be near impossible. However, as times had changed and Ultimatum realized more about the organics and himself, he found that the security was in fact absorbing more resources than he truly needed.

When the movement began, Animus reaching for his gun, Ultimatum's internal systems activated and the blaster pistol concealed within him slid into his right hand. As the organic aimed at Ultimatum's face, so the droid aimed at his face. Security had already been on high alert after the incident with the drone and the sudden threat within the facility immediately activated the droid workers' combat functions. The A4 Sentinels, as they were originally designated at the time Ultimatum had had them built, were armed with built in weaponry, rockets and blasters. They converged on the location of the incident, in this case Ultimatum's still open work room. Five were close enough that within seconds they could be heard taking position at the open doorway and aiming inwards.

The grenade was something that Ultimatum could do little about, a suppression field might have been able to stop its detonation, but that technology was still beyond the capabilities of the droid at this time. But even if he could not stop the grenade, it would not have been a concern of deep issue. A Sith Lord might have been terrifying in such an enclosed environment, but Ultimatum had been working on something relatively recently. He had left the project only semi-finished and was thus not going to activate it, but it was based around the ancient area denial weapons of old. Specifically the vibration based devices intended to cause intense irritation and pain to those within a certain territory. What he had built and then left, was a system that caused the walls to vibrate in such a way that the vibrations were transported into the air, these were calculated to be an almost perfect resonance with the human ear. The vibrations would cause the ear to begin to oscillate in such a way that degradation would begin within twenty seconds of the sound beginning, granted that the human did not leave the vicinity or the device was not shut off, in a very painful manner. Of course, many organics in the galaxy were not human, thus it might be overly effective on some and less so on others. Humans were simply a starting point, due to their prevalence in the galaxy.

Ultimatum would have spoken of this, but the device was only partially functional, vibrating about half of the walls, basically only creating an annoying sound beyond the human's capacity to hear, it would cause headaches and the like given long term exposure, but nothing permanent. Instead he laughed as he lowered the pistol, "Quick on the draw I see. Perhaps this security is not enough, but what would a person do if they broke in? Steal my research? Hardly a point of concern for me, digital backups and what not. Ransack the place? I can always rebuild better. Kill me? That would be unfortunate, I admit that it is perhaps the most likely of the three. But death is not a frightening concept to me." Ultimatum assumed that Mythos would not actually allow the grenade to go off, however that did make him think. Would that grenade be capable of destroying this body? Phrik was supposed to be very strong, which was why blaster fire was no concern to him or lightsabers. However, grenades were much more thorough. They didn't damage a single area and because of this it was more likely to damage his internal components through the gaps in his structure. Something to look into for sure. But obviously not now.

 

[Mythos]

Well... this was exactly what he expected.

Mythos found the Lord of Mustafar to be as quick on the draw as a human solider and within the instant he was sorrounded by a particularly old model of sentinel droid. Mythos smiled, this is exactly what he expected, every protocol and action done by the security was judged by Mythos in every second and slowly he began to notice a strange vibration in the air that began by opening his ears as if he was climbing at high altitude. His eyes narrowed and he looked at the Lord of Mustafar as to judge if somehow his reaction would indicate what this was about. A few more seconds and Mythos know without a shadow of a doubt what this was, some sort of sonic defense system that started to break the inside of his eardrum. It had been a while since he felt this much pain.....

Gritting his teeth, He let go of the blaster pistol and it dropped to the floor as well as deactivated the thermal grenade and did the same. His hands went directly to his ears, fingers digging deep in an attempt to shut out the sonic vibrations that threatened to permanently destroy his hearing. Through the sonic disruption he managed to speak, gritted teeth made words a bit harder to pronounce.... pain was something he was accustomed to however.

"Death might not be frightening to you" He said,cut off by a grunt of pain. "But I need you, thus, i will not let you be so careless..."

@Ultimatum​

 

[Ultimatum]

The vibrations must have activated by accident, the security protocol might have turned it on in order to protect Ultimatum. It was apparently more effective than he had anticipated, perhaps it was a device worth looking into. But for now, Ultimatum sent the override command to the system and shut it down. The droid had the others return to their work, ending the emergency protocols. He was surprised that [member="Mythos"] had actually cared about the security level, however the droid was not surprised by the fact that it was because the ex-Sith simply planned to use him.

"I appreciate the sentiment, but if I should die, then there are already measures set in motion to continue everything. There would be a representative that would take over and continue with that which we had started. You would continue to have support in your undertakings and allies of this company and planet." Ultimatum intentionally neglected to explain that the representative spoken of would in fact be himself in another body. It was a miracle solution that he was glad his creators had made, his entire psychological being was an entity within the HoloNet, thus the death of any of his physical forms would simply slow him while he switched to a new body. Of course, if someone knew where his information was stored within the HoloNet they could delete them and end his existence then, however the necessary work for such an achievement would likely require many months if not years of searching.

He put a hand on Mythos' shoulder asking with true concern, "Are you alright? That device should not have activated, it's still experimental. Is your hearing okay?"

 

[Mythos]

The sensor counter measure that was used slowly began wearing off after it hit, first his hearing slowly returned he could make out what Ultimatum said but through much effort. The real problem was regaining balance, the system had apparently messed up his equilibrium and thus he took his time standing up. "I think so yeah, hell a security system you have in place against organics... " His head felt like exploding but every second he spent without the security system being on slowly reduced its hellish side effects. After he regained his balance his face and neck felt numb as if the nerve ending had been damaged for some reason, he did not quite understand but he was glad it was over. The thought of what would have happened had the device been left on for a prolonged period of time.

"I will say that i can see Mandalorians making a earpeice to protect against it..." Mythos said, looking around at the display of sentinels in the vicinity in approval. "And you will need more of them as well...This is what i have"

Mythos handed Ultimatum a datapad, inside it, a detailed yet still initial design of an ambulance ship. Simple, down to the point and practical down to the life support systems and the internal medical droid. A simple design, yet incredibly sturdy and reliable as far as medical ships went. About one hundred yards across and with a small array of firepower.

"Can they be mass produced? with the foresight perhaps?"

@Ultimatum

 

[Ultimatum]

Ultimatum would have been surprised if organics would not create some sort of defense for that system. That was how they functioned in regards to their weapon technology, they would try to create a defense against the new weapons of an enemy. Then either side would try to create a better weapon, and so on and so forth. Personally, Ultimatum saw development into a defense fairly simply. Just had to stop the vibrations. That was easy enough through things such as negation fields or perfect counter resonance. It would probably be easy to develop something along those lines, but the idea was surprise and hopefully the person who went through the device would not be prepared for it.

Ultimatum accepted the datapad and looked over the information. He nodded thoughtfully as he sent the information visually to the Foresight. The calculations were being made for producing the ship, however just looking at its designs and major components Ultimatum knew the answer. "Definitely. This ship is simple enough that producing it should be a trifle." He looked questioningly as he asked, "But why medical ships? Do you have something in mind for them?"

[member="Mythos"]

 

[Mythos]

Mythos expected the question and smiled while wiping the blood pouring from his ears with some white cloth.

"All in good time my friend, suffice it to say that this is something LOOM can profit from grotesquely, every single major and minor faction of power in the galaxy needs medical ships with rise of war and tragedy and violence everywhere. With the massive wars one thing everyone will need is patching up, if LOOM canprovide it, everyone will buy it this i can guarantee you."

Mythos smiled and patted his friend in the metallic shoulder, then gestured to the blaster pistol in the floor. "That thing is something i would also want you to look into, my men analyzed it" Mythos said, while pulling a smoke from his pocket and igniting it with falling milted lava from the side of a window. He still hadn't kicked the habit of smoke... if anything would kill him, Mythos thought it would be that. "They found the energy core of those pistols whom i found in my old Temple in Obredaan are unique, cannot be replicated and highly unstable... perhaps you can come close?"

@Ultimatum

 

[Ultimatum]

That was always an interesting thing with organics, once war became obvious they turned to medics and doctors to save them. Ultimatum could remember reading some of the old rules of war, or whatever they had been called, one of the portions described what was considered a war crime. One the mentioned crimes was the attacking of a medic with a clearly visible insignia. Perhaps it was due to the importance of their job, bringing life in the midst of all the death of war. But that did not change the fact that it was something he could use to his advantage as [member="Mythos"] had suggested.

He turned his attention to the blaster pistol. It was of a design he was unfamiliar with, but that was hardly a surprise. There were many places in the galaxy with unique technology, so many in fact that it was impossible to know for certain where one might come from. The statement about the power cores being unstable made Ultimatum a little uneasy about their use. When a power core was unstable, intentionally, that meant that the people who had built were not concerned with the safety of the person using the weapon. At least that was the usual understanding that Ultimatum had of those kind of weapons. There was a trade off of safety for power.

The droid picked up the pistol and looked it over, "I will see what can be done for creating a similar power cell. Do you want blasters made using this? Or are you thinking of making them larger to power other things?"

 

[Mythos]

The thing about actually building and designing weapons and technology apart from basic blasters and canons, lightsabers and the occasional engine was that Mythos lacked any technical in depth knowledge and had to rely on external sources and experts to guide him along or co-design things. In the case of the blaster pistols, two, one still in his belt, they were unique in design, found in the depths of his temple alongside an abundant plethora of failed experimental or untested weapons the One Sith never really got around to or scrapped completely. The pistols however did catch Mythos' eye from back in the day, they were tested, cost the lives of a few men because of the instability of the power cells used inside them, unique in design and even the test labs of Coruscant couldn't determine their origin, nucleus or replicate it. If Mythos was to be tottaly honest, they had no idea where these pistols even came from but by the design and metal of the blasters they were about a thousand years old or older.

"The guns work perfectly until the power cells decide to go crazy and kill the user, i lost three soldiers to their testing..." Mythos frowned remembering the incident. "Their faces" He said, wiping his hand over his face. "Gone, blaster plasma backfire without even scratching the gun... i'd like you to make them..." Mythos paused, placing both weapons in the desk of @Ultimatum. "Stable, usable, not deadly for the user... then we work from there to see if we can replicate the energy source into something else.... but priorities first... "

Mythos turned, looked through the window as smoke blew from his nostrils again, imagining how the foresight looked now, any advancement or any upgrades done. "Lets get those ships built... by the way... " He looked over his shoulder. "Just because they use the same energy system does not mean they work identically... both guns are entirely different, almost as if they had a mind of their own.."

 

[Ultimatum]

"Or that they were created by different people." Ultimatum suggested. He had learned of times in the ancient days, where people would build their own blasters, often leading to each weapon being entirely unique while utilizing the same source of power and general function. Nonetheless, Ultimatum doubted that he would have too much difficult replicating the basic concept of the blaster, it would be the power source that could be a problem. He wondered what the properties would be, and what sort of modern method he would use to replicate the result. Perhaps Isotope 5. Or some similar source of power that was compact and powerful. It would be an interesting challenge, and perhaps one that would spark a need to create more. Start a creative spark.

The blaster itself would have had to been pretty tough to absorb the damage of an overload. That meant it was a strong material, maybe something akin to what was used in most starship's outer platings? More important than the physical properties of the weapon was the way that [member="Mythos"] had described the overloading process. As if these weapons were alive. Sentient blasters. That seemed a bit of a stretch to Ultimatum, simply because complex AI required more storage than the space of a blaster allowed. However, he was no expert in the area of Force induced sentience, so he decided not to make any judgements on that part. However he asked, "You speak as if these weapons are sentient. Have they shown signs of intelligence? Are the powercells overloading somehow related to any stimuli that you are aware of?"

 

[Mythos]

Mythos raised his eyebrow at the statement made by [member="Ultimatum"] regarding the literal sentient intelligence of the blasters. He was about to laugh it off while talking a walk to the platform of the foresight but his conscience and smile was wiped out the deeper he thought about it. In reality both weapons made him uneasy, whenever they were in his possession and in physical contact he could not help but think they made him a tad tense, if the word would make justice. Being severed from the force took away from him the ability to identify a force nexus, to sense the force in its entirety and as such, things of "Supernatural" nature such as force imbued blaster pistols or an axe, for that matter, became just regular objects.

"To be honest... i have no idea.... i have been severed from the force Ultimatum, any unnatural disturbance caused by the force in anything is beyond my detection, as for for stimuli detectors, I'm afraid i am not that well versed in tech to identify, if it were artificial intelligence at work here." Mythos did not think so, but did not discard the possibility of an artificially intelligent mechanism inside the guns, they were strange and not even the best labs of the sith could figure them out completely, he did remember statements about a "Saftey Lock" but furthermore nothing. Mythos discarded new technology in the past preferring to dig into the ancient for true power. Whilst marching through the lava sided walkways Mythos looked back to his mechanic friend, ensuring he was in toe, and that the foresight would be their next destination.

" I can no longer command the powers of the darkside... but i shall regain my strength and protect my family whilst i do so."

[member="Ultimatum"]

 

[Ultimatum]

[member="Mythos"] had lost his Force sensitivity? Was that even possible? Ultimatum was shocked to say the least, he had never thought it possible for that to happen. At the very least he had not anticipated that it would occur to anyone he knew. He had read rumors of a Force ability that severed one from the Force, but tales were so easy to fabricate on the HoloNet that he had taken little heed of it. Now though, now he had a reason to review the information and verify its potential for him. Perhaps there was a way to reverse it, there had been tales of that as well, but again they had not been taken into account as important.

This however meant that he would require someone else to figure out if it was a Force related intelligence. He had not thought of a Force based intelligence, though he knew such things were possible. However, he wondered why someone would want an intelligent blaster, a missile or a tank would make sense, but a blaster simply seemed a bit too small and insignificant to be special enough to warrant an intelligence. Then again, it could all be simple personification for the unknown.

"I am most grieved to hear that. How did it occur?" He hoped that perhaps he could find some parallel happening in the HoloNet and find a potential solution, maybe granting back his friend's Force powers. However should that fail then Ultimatum wondered if newer technological advancements could create similar results. Even now, Ultimatum could feel his imagination stirring with the rumble of new ideas. He was glad to have his friend return, it was just what Ultimatum had needed to get his mind set again upon the goal he had.

 

[Mythos]

He expected the question. Pulled his hood forward and sat upon the legion transport looking at his friend. "I fought the grandmaster of the Silver Jedi in Lujo alongside his wife... i fought well." He began, remembering the battle with every slash and blow one after the other vividly being replayed in his mind. "But i could not defeat them, a wall of light struck me and every injury i had taken up to that point suddenly became real... disconnected from the force i was... Human." His eyes narrowed as the pain of several shattered bones reminded him again of why it wasn't a very good idea to fight two jedimasters at the same time.

"Yet he spared my life... He rid me of being a sith... I now fight without the force with no less passion not for the sith, not for an order but for something greater than all else..." His eyes turned back again to the frame of [member="Ultimatum"], fire as the burning flames of Mustafar in his eyes again as before as he spoke. "I Will become the greatest warrior the galaxy has ever seen, I will kill those who betrayed my emperor, i will raise an army loyal to me and conquer a world of my own where I shall rule with no Sith over my head..."


He tossed the deathstick into lava and watched as it disintegrated into the molten fiery core of the plant and the smoke trailed into the engines of the transport directed to the foresight then turned his eyes back to his friend gesturing him to come along for the ride as they both looked at a live feed of his mechanical workers going to work on the pistols. "Then, i will work on regaining my lost power"

 

[Ultimatum]

That sounded about right, [member="Mythos"] losing his strength in a battle to be remembered. Ultimatum guessed that that was how the organic was probably going to die. War cries and the sounds of battle, those just seemed to be his way, though that was the old one. Perhaps Mythos had changed, aside from his obvious lack of Force. Certainly he was still war minded, but he wanted to command it from behind the scenes, a more covert location. That struck Ultimatum as understandable however, given the lack of Force it would be difficult to protect himself should a Sith or Jedi come to kill him. At the very least it would be more difficult than before.

Ultimatum stepped aboard the transport, the Foresight was doing well, so the datastreams to his mind told him. They would be seeing the Sovereignty there, in for a bit of maintenance before another stealth voyage, perhaps Mythos would get to meet some of Ultimatum's newest associates. It would be a surprise, given that their species was almost nonexistent in the greater galaxy as far as the records told. Ultimatum had found them on Taris awhile back and had had them moved the Sovereignty upon its completion due to some concerns of the public about their potential of disease spreading.

"You sound determined, that is good. I hope that I will not be considered a threat for you plans. I will try to supply what resources I can without drawing too much attention from the Sith or Republic." He waited a moment, thinking before asking, "Remember the cruiser you saved me from those pirates on? It has been updated and repaired. Did you see it on the way in?"

 

[Mythos]

Mythos looked through the transparisteel window of the transport ship and after so long, once again placed his eyes on the foresight... the orbital shipyard with enough firepower to defend itself against almost anything in the galaxy. It brought him good memories of the Cortan Blade, his personal ship, a ship that he created with arduous hard work... that now was in ruins somewhere. Most likely Taloraan.

Mythos nodded, relaxing in the comfortable metallic chair of the transport until they had arrived. Comfort was a rare luxury he could not afford to deign himself with these days, he was constantly training, eternally so until his muscles toned themselves into steel. "Aye my friend, neither of us must give any alarming signs, we must not draw attention to what we do, the republic and the sith would see us wiped out... yet, even though they cannot, they will most certainly put a damper on our progress."

The massive ship he had fought in, killed the pirate in and slaughtered his crew in was not a memory he forgot anytime in his life. "Aye i remember that ship, almost killed me to get it moving... i did not see it, last i remember it was a hulking piece of junk. You must have changed how it looked, that being, half functional" Mythos said, cracking a familiar smile and humor that harken back to better days.

@Ultimatum