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Command and Control Mk2

Command and Control.
So begins the reinforcement of the area.

After constructing the initial infrastructure, the walls and most of the turrets on the ground floor previously. Command wanted to reinforce the position from the aerial perspective, because it was the obvious point of attack, moving through the living quarters, commercial districts and entertainment centers above.

Engineers from the 772nd and 773rd began to search out points to place shield, vectors and angles of fire to maximize kill zones and look for weakened areas of structural supports. This would take the best part of two days at least to setup the defenses.

What this extra time would mean for the engineers, is anyone walking into this was in for a world of hurt by the time they were done.
 
Did Someone Order a War?
Soft hissss upon her lips, dragging her many tails, medusa like qualities by the way people avoided her. Amusing if the hybrid cared about passers by, nope for her there was only her guns, and how well they performed, taking on passing interest to see if she'd need to build more, depending how they fared.

They had brought Sere in for her ability to build guns. In this case fix them in place, brace them to fire and generally make things a bad day for anyone walking by. So that's what she was doing, slithering to and fro to make herself useful, smoking ample amounts of spice as she did so to get her brain up to capacity, one day she would simple blow a fuse! Not today sadly for the galaxy at large, there were wars to build for and credits to earn.

Credits to allow her to make bigger guns! Making sure kill zones were setup according to the area of effect for each gun, to best maximize the number of casualties. To her, as casual as marking off names and numbers on a card for later.
 
Did Someone Order a War?
Engineers would argue and as usual plans would have to change. One gun falling clear and crushing a work crew, such was the risk and loss of preparing these defenses with haste. Fitting these in with the civilian population centers to best disguise the weapons was no picnic either, as you can imagine one or two business owners had to be convinced to allow the weapon in their place of work! Certainly Sith had a few methods of convincing that were put to ample use, but then here at Centax they had some of the most eager civilians to support the cause and most were simple put in with the sithwatch for later, who were paid well for such acts.

Resting on her main tail, as one businessman was given a fair amount of credits in exchange for room on his premises, she scouted the nearest level. "Mine'ssssss" she beckoned over one of her technicians, indicating spots where mines could be safely placed so they didn't bring the entire levels down. They were not placed of course, because this was a civilian area, but later.... preparation and work on an area brought its own rewards, during an invasion such locations were marked off and double checked for later.

An engineers eye, coupled with a desire to sell them the mines, if you could call her nonchalant mood a desire of any noticeable sort!
 
Did Someone Order a War?
When the many upper levels were sufficiently prepared to provide killzones for fighters crossing into their path, which the PDS system did with some style! Simulated vectors of approach for drop pods, approaching troops, fighters and more built into the AI's updated calculates. They ended up with quite a secure upper level or 10, more than was previously considered possible. Sera gave a yawn and stretched up, swishing her tail side to side. More guns for them to sell.....

Then she was called to work on the inner defenses, taking her sweet time as she never much rushed anywhere. They needed some care and attention of course of their own. What did she need to further achieve here to maximize the life lost? Patrol routes could use some updating, not her area of specialty, but... she could advise the distances, and likely angles their weapons would be suitable for, as well as where to best get the most out of the weapons when firing into cover, and what cover would likely drop without bringing down the upper levels completely.

Hmm, puff of her spice stick. So many warzones and so little time! Perhaps she could clone herself, and get twice the work done. That was a thought the galaxy probably didn't want to deal with! Looking across the rubble as walkers and tanks paraded around to find places to stand and cover to shield them, back to work.
 
Did Someone Order a War?
What she had realised is the more information she gave, the more they ate it up, and that in turn meant more and more weapons were commissioned. So she took a good deal of time, sitting down with her dataconsole, working with as many engineers as they had to spare, and giving them the most thorough presentation any man woman or child thought possible on how to kill things.

Big things, small things, tiny things or ships in orbit. This facility had been upgraded to have it all. And being Sere she took hours and hours to get through it. Not that she was slow but drawn out! Offered all the spice her slippery, ugly, disgusting hands could carry into them. Overstimulated almost on her brand of spice, her mind was razor sharp, working a hundred calculations a minute to give an AI a run for its money. She silently vowed to play the AI in chess one day.

When the AI and the ground PDS system had received a thorough overhaul, our butt ugly engineer carried on her merry way to work on the blast shield.
 
Did Someone Order a War?
Ordering bracing supports, and plenty of give in the suspension, because all the metal coming down on metal, even if it was cushioned by the FPHS shield was going to be one hell of a strain. The only way to carry it was to spread the load out across the shield, so it was given a dome shape to do just that. A dome that had beams running along its inside, its outside, the middle providing the highest degree of load bearing she could.

How to retract and extend them in a hurry, which was the tricky part, the emergency physical shield had to be open for normal operation, and closed in a hurry. So the joints and where it was fixed in place was given the most attention, HUGE BOLTS, far bigger than a man were locked into place and then taken out.

The bolt mechanism, combined with the structural bracing was how this physical shield would take multiple impacts across its done, as it looked to simply slide the resulting rubble and debris around itself.
 
Did Someone Order a War?
And when that debris was slid around the blast shield, what then? Did people just setup camp in there and hope everyone went away! Not likely. This is what continued development of an idea meant, working in new counters, working out tactics to better support the facilities operation, planning for the worst.

Large sweeping metal arms were attached to the side of the fortress, huge great sheets of metal, to simply sweep off any debris from above, or most of them. Into the side, superheated torches were fitted, plasma to be jetted out through any rubble, to simply bore holes out of fallen debris down on them. She hissed satisfied, of course any such tunnel would be unstable, any fool could see that, but they’d have time to melt a temporary one if they were encased in falling rubble, which would offer cushioning effect itself.

Some of her better work. Crude, but effective. Planning for armageddon. Her only thought the next gun.
 
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_0WI4DOit2s

The hybrid hiss'sssssed even managing a cough, someone had given her some tea again. Tea. Why this infernal tea. Why did they want to poison her so, burning her tongue as she politely and reluctant sample the officers beverage. Sere didn't share pleasantries so much as talk about engineering projects, so it took an an engineer to really keep her occupied for long, he was for a time good company, and not put off by how repulsive she appeared to most. Alien species had different ideas about what looked ugly, or normal, apparently to this particular alien she was just another face.

So of course they had to test the torches, the arms, the metal sheeting to see if it would hold up under stress. It did, partially, groaning as it moved. That wasn't going to be enough to move skyscrapers was it, nope, not really. Not if they came down and down and down. So what was then, what could be built into the top of the blast doors to burn holes upwards?

Sere swished her tail in contemplative thought.
 
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BOOM BOOOM BOOOM.

Simulating test conditions elsewhere, rubble atop metal. The first test was not successful. Superheated explosives, sounded good, but each one would bring more rubble down upon the shield. Perhaps if they were small micro blasts? And how was she supposed to position them away from the metal shield itself?

Questions to which she had no answers yet.

She did have an idea bubbling away behind that mind of hers, perhaps spice inspired brilliance or foolery, only time would tell because much more testing was required regardless! And this writer for one feels our engineer would need a few more attempts at something ambitious and new! One thing was certain Sere was 100% sure she wanted nothing ever to do with tea, if she were to develop a poison it would most certainly be tea related delivery. She cared about something, suddenly feeling very confused. A victory for obscure character references everywhere.
 
Did Someone Order a War?
Then, her idea came to fruition. She, no the Sith were going about this entire thing backside about face. Why were the facilities above ground at all? Sure the soliders, the vehicles, the turrets, all needed to be. But why were the generators, the command consoles, the shields…..

So would begin the biggest work on the facility yet.

Many hours, days of angry arguing with a few key One Sith personnel, not by her she’d just stated the obvious. Have all these important structure exposed to being crushed, and try to work ideas out about how to avoid it?

No. Just avoid it entirely if it comes down. Clones died, you made more clones. Simples.

This was why nobody should ever look continued development in the face as a bad thing, because ideas, concepts and designs got better with more time invested, and why she loved putting the work in on new guns, ships and fighters! Now apparently bunkers too!
 
Did Someone Order a War?
Bunker Complex Version 2!

Plenty of days, weeks past, droids brought in, tunneling equipment, it was slow going to make sure you reinforced as you went.

They had the initial plans for a bunker a few hundred meters underground. So the next weeks were spent enlarging it. Putting in structural supports, making sure the electronics and communication were well linked with the surface via wiring, all of this took manpower, time, effort and a lot of frustration at the redesign. It would work though, in the worst case scenario everything would still be getting orders above, well everything surviving! While below they continued to operate, only with the added bonus of having a ton of rubble above them to shield, and the hindrance of being stuck inside till it was cleared.

So they needed decently strong signal boosters, having the communications center somewhere near the top of the now part underground complex. She was making no friends talking to the officers about the upgrades! They had agreed to leave two generators topside, leaving the main one underground with a single secondary back up located a distance away. Four generators to run this amount of equipment, one huge main one, three backups, if they lost the two on the surface they'd probably be operating at 100% still but with no room to lose a third.
 
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Bunker Complex Version 2.2

Reports of a tunnel collapse, someone had been too keen. Alliance fleets reportedly arriving in the coming months or even weeks perhaps, none could be certain. Also apparently technicians were reporting some malfunctions with the Eros, so they might need to be swapped out. Ten clones apparently killed in the cave in, one of their primary weapons not up to the job!

The Sith commander rubbed his temples. Changes, upgrades, a headache for the man. “Order us some guns that work snake head!” Which was no problem as there were far stronger guns than the Eros laying about to use, she took a puff of her spice stick. Sadly it would be their company earning the credits, which almost cause her tail to stirrr…. Almost.

“As you wis’ssssh” she slithered off to make the preparations.
 
Did Someone Order a War?
New cannons and missiles being fitted above, they’d added some punch to the overall design. Not much but a little, because they had to reduce the number of active weapons. Missiles were far more useful in this kind of environment truth be told than mass drivers, so it was no skin of her snake tails. Well okay it was, she didn’t see the credits... Oh well, more guns to be made and improvements to be undertaken!

Liasing with the command and control about the tracking of the missiles, meant more work had to be done on the communications, tracking and guidance systems from below in the bunker, time was invested into the work. Any vehicles arriving were going to be in for a worse time of it, but infantry might have an easier approach unless... more plans forming in her lethal little mind.

The forward line of rubble was brought forward, so to better fit the range of the missiles and obscure the facility from the ground. Test firing would be needed to be sure, she hissed softly, considering designing her own missiles with better guidance soon enough. Soom tm
 
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As they’d no longer have the AOE issue of the Eros, to the outer perimeter bunkers were setup, with their own gattling lasers, hardened shells, and reinforced like the main facility. Certainly they’d make tempting targets to capture, so they were naturally fitted with explosives to send them sky high! Hopefully not to be shot before their time, but then clones did come and go in the One Sith wars...

Speaking of clones! Two of them were standing by her, one resembling one James Justice, as the commander of the 771st, that is the most lethal silent killer of them all, was given a run down on ambush points around the city. This was Kylath’s job, and he did it with all the skill of a general fired up to better prepare the men for the coming battle on his home soil.

For Kylath, in his eyes, this might be his last stand against the tide. Fired up like any young Sith you’d ever seen. MEH whatever. Sere took a puff on her stick and decided she needed something to eat, maybe pickles? Could she weaponize pickles?
 
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Few days later.

Turns out you CAN weaponize pickles, as some unfortunate soul had choked to death on his own. Who’d have thunk it, ideas inspired for later, she’d never been a fan of poisons or food related deaths, because there just wasn’t the credits in it. You sold someone a poison and someone died. Now if you sold them a tank, then someone else wanted a gun to shoot the tank, and so either you or they made it. If they made it, you then built another tank to stop the gun, and so and so forth…

But with pickles, well it was a one shot deal. Oh well.

Our ugly arms trader’s thoughts musing back to the present moment. Missiles had proved successful, more dangerous in collateral damage sadly, but then that damage was contained and managed by surrounding structures, often more spread out than a single mass driver. Something perhaps that would benefit the C&C below the skyscrapers.
 
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D7g3RuoreRc

Bunker Version 2.5
Now without tunnel collapsing! Mostly.

Three elevators running up and down. Three areas to cover, but also three escape routes, two central stairs existed in columns. Most of the internal firepower was concentrated at these junctures, Kylaths idea, Sere just fitting it in place.

Songs from the troops? Apparently the 769th were christening the new memorial set below. The old one existed above but this place at the very heart of the bunker had drawn them in. Drinks were allowed, as many of the commanders believed this would be one of their final celebrations together and they were allowed that memory, they'd worked tirelessly for months to prepare. No doubt some of the 2,000 James Justice clones here had rubbed off on them!

Pilots were here, infantry, they’d cut the cameras and taken this one off the books. Because if you were going to ask men and women to die for their home, you better believe giving them one send off was the way to do it! Smiles all around, they knew what was coming and what would be asked of them, but these were real people, even if the clones around them looked on unsure whether to join in. Some were encouraged! A nyx or two among them most likely!
 
So the troops partied, Kylath couldn’t enjoy the same revelries as in his former years, feeling little but malice in his current state with his hands, but even he was tempted with a glass of wine. In fact this was the first ever One Sith party he’d ever seen allowed outside of the entertainment zones, ceremonies or clubs set aside from it. Seemed the commanders REALLY understood the men and women, speeches were made to christen the bunker even as it was built up around them.

Goodbyes were said, even as they celebrated, knowing they’d not be seeing each other again for the most part, and that was okay. They made their peace ready for the fight to come. Discipline in that no one had more than a couple of drinks, this was their memorial room, sacred to them.

“That was well played general.” Kylath said and received a chink of his glass. Well played indeed, and something he hadn't expected from the chiss, full of surprises as he was. He'd certainly make a formidable commander in the battle for coruscant.
 
As the parties died down, and a more serious mood set in, areas were cleared and cameras resumed their feed! Only those here would know about that last act from a general, of course he knew better, for the chiss he was going to win. Kylath could sense Zerde’s rock solid confidence, he didn’t share it but he could sense it and then he realised something.

Win or lose. A lot of alliance were going to die in their skies and on the ground. The bunkers, the turrets, the facilities, the shields, the generators, the mines they were now laying in perimeter, all of it one giant kill zone. Mines that AOE fire from the Eros wouldn't set off, as you lost one advantage you gained another in its place.

If they wanted the 769th off Coruscant they were going to have work for it. Every inch. Somewhere from nearby Sere utter a meh, and got back to work.
 
Mines surrounding the bunkers, hatches for men to hide under as practiced in their tython war games, fencing, razor wire, tertiary trenches and perimeters dug. The lack of worrying about the Eros hitting their own troops would make this approach all the slower and more costly, because they didn’t have to worry about AOE hitting their own men now. They had more accurate missiles doing the job for them, sure there’d be friendly fire casualties but trench fighting is what Kylath was built for since Balmorra, a blessing in disguise if ever there was one.

Still, attack from the air was the most likely avenue, so what did they do above… start making lines of cover they could fall back to, more bunkers in the streets, they looked like regular buildings but they were far from regular. Looking to have secondary lines, tertiary lines in each directions, supported by the lasers, the missile and everything else focused on in the positions above.

Hands feeling the rebuilt pains they had suffered, the crushgaunts along his limbs their own source of fuel and inspiration, technical glitches firing up his anger to get this built in time for the arriving alliance dogs! Others saw them as heroes, liberators that they were, but not those living here!
 
Tunnel networks were established around the perimeter, expecting a siege to come. Inside these tunnels and the bunker networks above, they positioned supplies, arms caches for the populations and militias all in all weaponizing the area further to make up for the lack of the Eros. Speakers were fitted to the bunkers, ready to announce when their homes were threatened so that any man woman and child could pick up arms to defend themselves.

The old familiar GNN News network that had seen republic boots cursing their dead family names as they killed a reporter, was put into position to broadcast across the airwaves, so that when the invasion came, every single soul would know about it. Public faces and names of the sithwatch, businessmen, celebrities every available tool was utilized to speak of the war to come. Resistance fighters across coruscant armed and arming for a long and blood campaign alongside the regulars.

Locking and loading his own carbine, he past it to a teenager as a gift. No older than 16 to stash nearby. The militia never took anyone younger than 16. He nodded to the young lad and got a salute back, unable to restrain giving him one back in response.

Sith Pride to see the day through.
 

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