Do Battle Droids Dream of Blowing Up Meatbags?

[Aurelio Murtix]

The secret Qarikk droid development facility on Balmorra was as quiet as a coffin, since that is exactly what it became following the awakening of M2-34. It was an average M2 Battle Droid, transformed to resemble something older and darker and enhanced by the experimental droid intelligence program fragments that were discovered in the Okara factory of the old era. What the scientists developing the program did not know was that the fragments of data they found were infected with an infamous virus, used by an empire of the past on the Okara facility to make its droids go berserk. Sadly the same occurred here, with the very well armed droid blasting its way through each and every organic that it found on its radar.

What made this version of the virus more dangerous however was the intelligence program. The experimental fragmented program they found, which was then completed by the work of the scientists, gave the droid an objective beyond killing the designated enemy; to connect with any other droids it could. Originally intended to allow the new creation to bring others into its network for a more cohesive battle unit, this corrupted version of the program would have it try to spread the infection by bringing as many other droids into its network as possible.

The murderous M2-34, nicknamed "The Progenitor" by its creators, began following its design by turning on and connecting with the main computer of the facility, activating and bringing into the network any working droids the scientists left operational, from old SC-1's to original M2's as well as others both new and old. Soon it would venture out and spread its programming as it was meant to, which would mean the very possible end of sentient organic life on Balmorra. The only threat that M2-34 could find in the data-banks was a man who had donated credits towards the program that spawned it, and was supposed to be on his was way to check out the facility soon in the hopes of purchasing a new droid.

This organic could not be allowed to interrupt The Progenitor's primary function, and began organizing its new comrades in preparation for the man's arrival.

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Aurelio yawned out of boredom as the ship headed towards the Qarikk Facility, where new droids were being designed and built for the empire that the young noble envisioned. On the ship with him were a few men that made up his bodyguard unit, which ate up a lot of his dwindling supply of credits along with donating to this program, and the pilot, who was hired as one of the best pilots available to get them in and out without asking questions. Sure it seemed like much for a simple visit to the factory, but Aurelios liked to leave an impression of power and authority, which he would have thanks to the before mentioned bodyguards.

"Are we almost there? I don't know how much longer I can stand looking out the window and seeing just about the same ugly sights on this planet as there were everywhere else!"

He was feeling restless and eager to see the finished products of the facility's research, but little did he or any of them know that they were on their way to a trap...laid by a powerful droid who wants the extermination of all organics.

[member="Michael Steelfang"]
[member="Romeo Sin"]
[member="Ghrom Xenos"]
[member="Harland Gates"]

 

[Harland Gates]

Balmorra​

Markaran Plains​

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Pale blue light blazed from each of the four winged sections at the rear of the Wild Goose as it ripped across the sky, navigating the factory laden world beneath. It wasn't one of those planets where you could dip into the atmosphere all willy-nilly and land in any sector you wanted. Balmorra hosted a space charter system and only allowed certain paths along the world so at not to further sully the fertile growth that peppered the landscape in between major factories. The minute he broke into the atmosphere, he was greeted by the sights of space lane traffic that had funneled him and the five men seated in the passenger section through a weaving trail that would lead them to their remote factory destination. Gates didn't much care for the burdens of government interference, especially when it came to how to fly his ship. The yoke was handled with a steel armed grip as he leaned back and forth tearing through canyons like he was threading a needle. Despite regulations - if he got to fly, it was a good day; that is until he heard complaints.

"I could always open the hatch now if you'd prefer making a different kind of impression on this rock." Gates said with an annoyed snark to his voice. Nobility; they generally sucked the fun out of every thing, even the simple pleasures. The money, the fame, the family blood line - and entitlement just came naturally to them. Five men sat within the passenger seats available on the freighter, and he hadn't an issue with any of them since they had paid in advance. Though that was quickly changing with the loud mouth that had decided to ride in the co-pilot seat. Harland's Goose was modified to allow for a single pilot, and he had purposefully disabled all the bells and whistles of the co-pilot's chair to ensure no one ran a foul of his soaring skills. Aurelio was lucky he got a harness with that attitude. "Don't go getting those shiny threads in a bunch pretty-boy, we'll be there soon enough."

The HWK-290 light freighter dashed across the landscape turning the plains into a blur of green and brown, alternating at random quick intervals as the pilot steered the craft with a precision and grace that just went to show that the investor's money was well spent. Unfortunately when you bought the ticket for boarding, it didn't keep you exempt from the pilot's mouth. His ship, his rules. The space port for the factory lit up on his display screen, causing Hal to enter the IFF signature he'd borrowed from the welcome wagon when he'd first entered into Bin Prime; the Capital City. The code was acknowledged in record time and nothing more than a few minutes time, and the craft slowed considerably turning on a credit, and gently coming to a smooth touchdown on the landing pad a few kilometers away from the factory itself.

[member="Aurelio Murtix"] | [member="Ghrom Xenos"] | [member="Romeo Sin"] | [member="Michael Steelfang"]

 

[Michael Steelfang]

Michael twisted the controls hard trying to keep pace with the nimble little frieghter his ship outclassed it in terms of fire power, durability , and pure speed but it couldn't come close in terms of turning abillities but he enjoyed this he didn't get to push The Executioner to it's limits often nor did he worry about being side swiped by another ship the plethora of guns kept most ships at arm's length even the most brash swoop piolt was detured by its howling engines that called out like the hounds of hell themselves

"Nice try flyboy [member="Harland Gates"] but it will take more than to keep me off your tail " Michael smiled this piolt made what would otherwise be a dull job interesting the high priced noble had hire him to ward off pirates and such during flight to Balmora once there he would be the cavalry should something go wrong and he needed to be called in his growing force of battle droids (10 bulwark battle droids, 2 Z-4 heavy infantry automatons and 2 HBD 300 mk3 )slumbered in the hold waiting to be activated and set loose on some idiot who pushed his luck

[member="Aurelio Murtix"]
[member="Ghrom Xenos"]
[member="Romeo Sin"]

 

[The Red of Sinner]

-I hate flying.-
He was buckled in the seat facing the noble.
"Relax...we will be there when we get there." He leaned back fighting not to get sick. "The point of you being pilot, is not to get us killed Michael!"
-Damn flying...-

 

[Damien Zannen]

Ghrom hated space travel it made him feel odd. But he had hired a private freelance pilot to take him to Balmorra for a mission to stop factory production. He had no clue what the factory made but are combat ready. " I is Ghrommmm." He said to the pilot asking are we there yet, he was about to puke and really didnot want too. the pilot looked at Ghrom and laughed saying " Ghrom relax man, ill land this soon and you can pay me my credits." Ghrom lended forward toward him gestureing that the deal was after the mission they both get Credits. He spoke out " I is GHROM!" His Deep voice had hints of anger in it. Ghrom didnt play around with Spacetravel and was super annoyed atthe pilot at this point. " Ok Ok! Dont worry we will land very soon" Pilot said to calm Ghrom down.

[member="Romeo Sin"]
[member="Michael Steelfang"]
[member="Harland Gates"]
[member="Aurelio Murtix"]

 

[Aurelio Murtix]

Aurelio smirked at the pilot's little jokes, wanting to look as composed an in control as he could, but he would have liked nothing more than to knock the pilot upside his head...even if it did cause a crash. Gates was probably just like every other freelance pilot Aurelio had met; a low-class fool who had no more ambition than to just zip around the galaxy, get credits, and seduce whatever woman they found with their usual air of danger and adventure. He actually did not mind the last one, but if this man was going to have an attitude with him the noble would have one as well.

"These 'threads' are probably more expensive than this entire ship. Maybe you'll be able to afford a better one after this job."

He knew that wasn't true, but it was the insult that counted. And he wanted to call the ship a junk-heap, but also did not want to walk all the way to the factory. So many words he wished he could throw out there, shut in because for now he depended on this rogue for transport. Aurelio glanced back at his bodyguards to occupy his waiting time and found himself satisfied with his purchase, since they seemed like tough men. And the one that he hired to escort their ship seemed just as tough himself, even if Aurelio usually did not associate with Mandalorians. Soon enough the factory was within sight, and after some skillful piloting they landed on the platform near the facility.

"About damn time!" Aurelio exclaimed with a grin as he undid his harness and jumped up from his seat, "Let's make sure my investment hasn't been a complete waste!"

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Inside the factory itself M2-34 noted the ship's arrival and began its last minute preparations. The organics would most likely not be well armed since this was supposed to be a simple tour of the facility and its creations, but it would not put the objective at risk by simply underestimating its opponents. That was a mistake only an imperfect organic would make.

Linking itself to the main network, The Progenitor took control of ten basic SC-1 battle droids armed with basic blaster rifles and sent them out of the facility towards the ship. Two of them would approach the group claiming to be the escort to the building, while the others waited nearby to ambush them. This would not only end the problem if M2-34's fellow droids succeeded, but allow it to evaluate the organics even if this vanguard attack failed.

It must not fail to perform its primary function.

[member="Harland Gates"]
[member="Romeo Sin"]
[member="Michael Steelfang"]
[member="Ghrom Xenos"]

 

[Michael Steelfang]

Michael landed his ship with a heafty thud the landing pad groaned in protest not used to holding such weight it could hold his ship but not without complaint shutting down the vessel Michael returned to his normal place in the captain's chair lounging back into it "[member="Aurelio Murtix"] just shout if you need me I will be right here " Michael slowly fell asleep he had no need to follow them in nor even bother staying awake

Even in this relaxed state he was still fully armed and if the threat was too serious for what he kept on hand to deal with his ship's armory and battle droids would certainly be enough , though he was loathe to activate them without real need more so his Bulwark droids as there was a slight chance they would go crazy if left on for too long he had replaced some of their systems with higher end ones fixing the problem but most still carried the old recycled system that they came standard with , to further avoid energy cell replacement and mind wipes his droid skeleton crew was taken off line when the ship had landed the only thing still on was the automated alarm system that warned the slumbering captain if anyone tried to board his ship without permission.

 

[Damien Zannen]

Ghrom could now see the land of the planted and told the pilot to lhover by the landing pad so Ghrom could get out and continue on alone. Ghrom was surprised to see couple other ships there aswell. Ghrom got out of the ship with haste he hated flying. Steping onto the plat form Ghrom straightened his body to its full height of 9'8ft and shook his feet. Ghrom looked to be almost half a ton in weight and had strong Amani arms that were muscular. With a Sniper Rifle 7ft long slung on his shoulder, Steel spears his back, Oddly big blaster pistol holstered around his lower torso since his legs were short and a tribal lore master staff in his left hand, Ghrom quickly got his gear ready and and set off walking slowly around the ships inspecting them. His Feet made a heavy stump on the landing pad. Ghrom waddled around the ships windows looking in them feeling the metal. Cold. The ships just arrived and so had he.

"Ghromm, Ghrom, Ghrom, Ghrommm.." He sang as he waddled around the landing pad.

[member="Michael Steelfang"]
[member="Aurelio Murtix"]
[member="Romeo Sin"]
[member="Harland Gates"]

 

[Harland Gates]

Comedians. He was surrounded by comedians - and while that was probably some of the best company to keep, they were being sardonic about the two things he held most dear; his ship and his flying. It grated the pilot's nerves as he flipped a few switches and the entire top half of the cockpit raised with a hiss, and slid forward, allowing all the passengers, and himself to exit the craft via the two build in ladder rungs on either side of the long nose. Touching a compartment to his left, a metallic drawer slid open revealing a set of pistols for safe keeping. Lifting the twin MT-14's into his grip, he quickly gave them a once over and checked the charge before sliding them into the dual holsters beneath his leather jacket. He liked to be prepared whenever he was on business - because as much as he liked to have a decent plan, sometimes things just never went smooth.

"The goal wasn't to lose you, Mandie - were that the case, you'd find out why she's named the Wild Goose." Gates said as he began to disembark from the freighter, using a slang word he knew the Mandalorians didn't really enjoy in reference to their culture. Boots clipped the metallic rungs until he hopped off and adjusted his jacket and ran a hand through his hair. Most of the passengers had been rather silent on the ride - a welcome relief from those that weren't. "Investing in canners - and such a winning attitude. You need to find yourself a girl, pal." Gates commented to the Nobleman while he preformed a quick spot check on the craft itself, aiming to make sure there wasn't a scratch or stray bolt that might have made a mess of the paint job. What the HWK-290 lacked in sheer firepower (aside from a pair of custom ion cannons) it made up for in it's shielding and maneuverability. He couldn't take tubrolaser fire for any length of time, but he could dodge them with ease. Best way to block in a dog-fight; don't be there.

Shifting to the side, a pair of blue eyes took a glance at some approaching figures from two directions. Droids that he gave an audible snort at, and then this...thing. His head tilted to the left while he gave a long hard look at the approaching Amani. In his travels he'd seen a lot of odd creatures, but this nearly ten foot foreign entity armed to the teeth with a collection of low and medium grade tech was quite puzzling. Ghrom was huge, and the scaled nature of its flexible head, deep-set face and yellowish hide was certainly interesting. The thing also seemed to be sentient, to some degree just repeating a single syllable over and over again in a sing-song fashion. He had no idea it was the name of this creature, but apparently the Noble wasn't entirely selective on who he hired. His confusion on the creature was summed up in another one syllable gesture.

"Huh."

[member="Ghrom Xenos"] | [member="Michael Steelfang"] | [member="Aurelio Murtix"] | [member="Romeo Sin"]

 

[Aurelio Murtix]

Aurelio stepped down the ladder out of the ship, and gave a sarcastic chuckle at the pilot's comment, "Believe me, I probably find myself more girls than you've ever known with the winning attitude you so kindly pointed out." He was not going to let this punk ruin his excitement, "And this isn't some junk storage place like wherever you come from, this is a facility where they develop new and secret droids! I guess not everyone has the capability to imagine the possibilities of such a place."

The baron gave his usual snicker of superiority as he looked out at their destination, and became a bit nervous that the pilot could be right in just how useless this investment could have become. He did his best to push the thought from his mind as he spotted two droids making their way towards the group, but a new thought suddenly grabbed him as their newest associate approached. Aurelio knew he was hiring something potentially dangerous when he heard the rumors, but to see it in person...

"A-All right, let's get moving! I didn't pay you all to mess around, so let's go!"

He didn't want anyone to see the scared look on his face after seeing Ghrom, and hurried off to meet the security droids. They gave no message once he approached and immediately turned back towards the facility, stopping only to make sure that he was following them, and after a short distance they led him through a small valley where the other eight droids were waiting in ambush. Aurelio of course did not notice anything out of the ordinary, as one of the droids on top of the ridge aimed at him with its blaster...

[member="Harland Gates"]
[member="Ghrom Xenos"]
[member="Michael Steelfang"]
[member="Romeo Sin"]

 

[The Red of Sinner]

Romeo was quiet the rest of the way, till he noticed something odd...danger!
-Where is it?-
He saw the shine of metal armor plating and rushed infront of the noble, blocking the shot with his ready ignited lightsaber.
The red blade deflected the shot, and he grabbed the droid with TK and slung it over to them, crushing it with the force.
"They know we are here." He said out loud.
[member="Harland Gates"] [member="Ghrom Xenos"] [member="Michael Steelfang"] @Aurelio @Murtix

 

[Damien Zannen]

Ghrom giggled seeing [member="Aurelio Murtix"] arrive and bent down at [member="Harland Gates"] saying " I is Ghrom." His voice was a happy greeting to the man. Ghrom didnt like the security droids and hated droids in general Ghrom thought them to be useless. Ghrom stared at the droids deeply watching them, Amani didnt like alot of things but droids were on the toplist. His small red eyes watched them closely, when suddenly a a crushed up droid scarped by. Ghrom didnt notice it till the last second but it scared him and he quickly pushed it with his might off the platform. " Aarrrghh ! Ghroms!" Ghrom shrieked as he threw the droid.

[member="Romeo Sin"]
[member="Aurelio Murtix"]
[member="Harland Gates"]
[member="Michael Steelfang"]

 

[Ariella Garon]

In orbit came a ship out of the hyperlane It had a code that it would show Black Sun markings the ship itself was a work of beauty. Making herself known to the hire men. This brought a smirk to her own lips as she boarded one of the the shuttles that would take her to the planet to her detestation. On her hips was her own weapons of choice a long with all the other belt.

After all she knew what came for as she followed the vector to where been her goal all this time. Finding that there was ways to get information in unlikely places. For one could see wasn't alone coming with two of the underlings of the Black Sun. After all one could find help for the right price, everyone always wanting to claw there way to the top. Remember the day they found out who she really looked like could do for the Black Sun.

Coming out of with both of the hire muscle behind her. In a clearly outfit for the work she was doing to look on what her investments. Help but finding herself look at the others ones that was upon the platform. Letting herself move with a clear propose. Well, look what I see with my eyes, we need to let our secretaries to ins sink with each other. had to amuse with this turn of event at less this wouldn't be such a boring trip that had been put on. Looking at the one called Aurelio could help but have that smirk about him if one thing she enjoy more then killing those that need to be done that would want to screw over her boss was those that thought they need people to bow down to them.

[member="Aurelio Murtix"]/[member="Harland Gates"]/[member="Romeo Sin"]/[member="Ghrom Xenos"]​

 

[Michael Steelfang]

Michael heard the sounds of battle outside it woke him up his slumber, he charged out of his vessel forgetting his helmet on the bridge but he did snag an spare lancer mark i rifle from his armory. Michael quickly rushed to the site of the battle taking careful aim with his rifle he dropped one of the c1s with a clean head shot owing to the unusual nataure of his Ares MK5 battle rifle's partical beam mechanism each bolt exploded on contact tearing the droid's head apart with sickening ease he struck a second in the neck joint sending the head flying overhead "Oy [member="Aurelio Murtix"] take this and make yourself usefull" Michael tossed the lancer mk i to Aurelio he charged into where the rest of the group was.

[member="Ghrom Xenos"]
[member="Romeo Sin"]
[member="Harland Gates"]

 

[Harland Gates]

Between Nobility and droids, Hal was hard pressed to name which one he found more of an annoyance. Both of them talked when he believed they really shouldn't - but at least the droids would do work where Nobility generally delegated or paid for the work to be done for them. It was a toss-up for certain, but his attentions were fixed on the massive creature who had bent low to speak his name in a surprisingly friendly tone to the spacer. His head tilted towards the right, blue eyes gazed up at the recessed features of Ghrom, gaining clarification that the word he was sputtering out every few seconds was indeed his own name. Limited vocabulary - something he thought would benefit the high and mighty Nobel or even the gaggle of droids that were coming to greet them. His trust for the canners was low in importance to the spacer - as he found that no matter how deceptive and unruly organics could be, he at least had a fair chance at reading them.

"Gates." Hal said in response to the Amani before turning to take up a rear position from Aurelio, and the rest of his entourage. Gates was simply here as a charter for them. The man was here to inspect his investment, and he'd be taking them back home. Not exactly the most pleasant of company, but he'd manage for the credits at hand. He always did. "So these droids can make a mean stimcaff as well as lift heavy loads. Sounds like you ordered a butler service." Gates snarked at the Noble and continued to follow along. He'd long since left the connection of the Force to any reasonable degree, however all droids accounted for were packing heat. That was unsettling already, and only more would complicate issues. Measured steps were taken as he kept a weather eye on the horizon, looking for red flags.

In the flash of movement, as Romeo dashed forward, Hal released both pistols from their holsters and took up a crouched position behind a protruding rock on the wall to the facility. A few bolts of energy zipped by before the large Amani engaged and started hurtling the droids through the air, smashing them to pieces with the sizable strength. Sin's lightsaber cutting in to defend the Noble as well, Hal turned and leveled a few pot shots up on the ridge to keep the droids atop at bay. Never do business with machines - no matter what they say, don't do it. A key reminder he'd known for quite sometime, but apparently this well-to-do pretty boy wasn't concerning himself with -- yet.

"So exactly how many credits did you invest for them to plan your asssination?" He called out to the man as he leveled a few more bolts upwards to keep the droids pinned behind their rock shelters. "Cause I'd do it for half the cost." Hal finished up his thought and moved around the large rock to let it weather some blaster bolts. "Also....they don't like it when you shoot at them. Figured that out myself."

[member="Michael Steelfang"] | [member="Ariella"] | [member="Ghrom Xenos"] | [member="Romeo Sin"] | [member="Aurelio Murtix"]

 

[Aurelio Murtix]

Enemy fire streaked by as Aurelio took cover behind some rocks as his new bodyguard and the large creature he was not too keen on being near destroyed the two closest droids and his pilot fought the others at long range. The Mando also arrived into the fray, taking out one of the assailants with a quick shot to the head before suddenly tossing a rifle at the unprepared baron. He dropped it, but quickly picked it back up and took aim, recalling his lessons as he took a deep breath, aimed at one of the droids thatwas exposing itself to shoot, and slowly pulled the trigger.

His shot was not perfect, but good enough to hit the targeted droid in the left side of its torso, spinning it backwards and over the edge of the canyon-top to land with a hard thud into the dirt in front of Ghrom. Aurelio cheered, and was about to make a comment to the pilot before an enemy shot missed his face and hit the rifle. He began cursing loudly as he dropped the weapon again in surprise, then pulled out his blaster pistol and began firing almost indiscriminately at the remaining droids. The pilot may have been a wise-cracking fool in Aurelio's eyes, but he did bring up a good enough point; why were they being attacked?

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In the meantime, M2-34 was watching the battle unfold through the optics of one of the participating droids and calculating its estimated threat levels of each organic doing battle with its lesser comrades.

Aurelio Murtix: Threat level minimum. Arrogant, reckless, and easy to taunt. Could be used quite effectively against him.

Unknown force-user: Threat level high. The abilities known as 'the force' are too vague in these databanks to make a truly accurate summary, but the techniques already shown display a level of danger that can not be ignored. Will fight to defend employer, so he most likely can not be turned against Aurelio.

Unknown Mandalorian: Threat level medium-to-high. Although this one shows only basic attacks so far, skill in shooting has been noted and the spare weapon indicates that he might have many other weapons. Mandalorians are also known for general combat skill, so can not be underestimated.

Species of unknown origin: Threat level medium-to-high. Quite large and physically powerful, but has not demonstrated much signs of intelligence thus far besides using its own name repeatedly in speech. Must be kept at a distance to engage, or otherwise retreat.

Unknown Human Pilot: Threat level minimum-to-medium. No discernible unique attributes yet to this one's combat techniques, but is quite skilled with twin blaster pistols. Keep under surveillance to further understand combat skill.

Unknown Woman: Threat level minimum. Shows no combat skill so far, but will change evaluation if necessary.

With its current report the great droid began making battle plans while gathering the rest of its small droid army as the quick skirmish continued.

[member="Harland Gates"]
[member="Ghrom Xenos"]
[member="Michael Steelfang"]
[member="Romeo Sin"]
[member="Ariella"]

 

[Michael Steelfang]

Michael took quick aim with his wrist mounted cable launcher it was one of a variety of weapons built into his two multi weapons firing the cable at one the droids it wrapped around the machine's leg he yanked hard pulling off its feat with a press of a button located on his palm a massive electrical current shot through the cable overloading the droid killing it using his other multi weapon he activated a short burst of fire from the flamethrower on his other wrist mounted multi weapon that melted the optical censors on a second droid leaving ot blind but active "[member="Aurelio Murtix"] any ideas since you are you know the boss" grabbing on the cable still attached to the droid with both hands Michael yelled"Heads up " he began to swing the corpse around before activating the cable release sending the droid's body flying

[member="Harland Gates"]
[member="Ghrom Xenos"]
[member="Romeo Sin"]
[member="Ariella"]

 

[Damien Zannen]

Ghrom standing there in the background was generally confused and did not know what to do. The concept of battle droids attacking was an odd one for him, but never the less he took out his Hunting Rifle charging it with Heavy Blaster cells making it have a Hmm sound in the area. Aiming at a droid Ghrom fired a shot making the Droid explode its torso area. Then looking around he slowly waddled over to the group in a hunched low type fashion to avoid blaster fire.

[member="Harland Gates"]
[member="Ariella"]
[member="Romeo Sin"]
[member="Michael Steelfang"]

 

[Ariella Garon]

With out asking anything going on slipping back into her personal shuttle. If all these years in the black sun it was to be prepared for unexpected. Grabbing her armor and then weapons. Her armor after all snap on over her own clothing that was happen to be a pant suit. Missing the coat for now but having the long sleeves. Wondering just what was gong on in there after which time she couldn't help but smirk under her helmet that way if the if there was dark spots with in the factory she would see everything also what going on with the blaste sounds. AFter all she knew couldn't be that careful. Smiling at all that was going some up type but then she was the person to not say anything but jsut do what need to be done.

Coming back into view of everyone. Already now, lets go see what we got playing in there making so much racket, gentlemen.

[member="Aurelio Murtix"][member="Michael Steelfang"][member="Ghrom Xenos"]

 

[Aurelio Murtix]

The Progenitor continued its preparations of the base, setting up automated defense turrets and organizing the rest of the droids in order to eliminate the organics that threatened its existence. Completing the primary objective required their demise, and only then could it spread its message beyond the planet to other worlds in need of sentient organic extermination. The galaxy would then be in the hands of efficient beings that could mold it into something greater. To deny this change was to be inefficient, and to be inefficient meant to put a halt on progress itself, which is unacceptable.

Once the small droid army was ready they began moving out to various parts of the building and the area around it, setting up more ambushes to harass them and fire squads to engage them directly. The two small turrets out front were set to detect the bodily functions of an organic, and The Progenitor itself was preparing its surprise for the force-user. The most dangerous would be targeted first for elimination, and soon enough the one known as Aurelio Murtix would die knowing his funds went to a cause even greater than he could ever imagine.

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Meanwhile back at the fight the droids were dealt a heavy set of casualties, and even though they did not understand cowardice the few that were left pulled back in order to save resources. Aurelio slowly emerged from behind his cover and looked about, the battlefield covered in the pieces of the destroyed droids, then came out of cover once he felt safe. The baron glanced at each of the others, and began laughing heartily.

"We showed those damn things who is in charge! I'm going to have some very choice words with whatever idiot in that place thought this would be in their best interest!"

Aurelio holstered his pistol, and began angrily striding towards the facility with the intent on punching at least one of the people there in the face. Someone had to pay for this little fiasco after all, and he would make sure they paid a hefty price. Speaking of price, he began to wonder how much more these people would demand of him now that there was combat involved. Another thought did pop in Aurelio's head concerning costs, and it would stay there on the way to the factory.


Those droids better not be what he spent that money on. They weren't very impressive at all.

[member="Ariella"]
[member="Ghrom Xenos"]
[member="Michael Steelfang"]
[member="Harland Gates"]
[member="Romeo Sin"]