Moira Skaldi
Paperclip Maximiser
[member="Doll Crux"], [member="Maelion Liates"]
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5JM_ymsW4M0
For a change this writer is starting a thread with a title that contains no lame innuendo!
Loronar had been wiped from the map. Ash to ashes, as one day the whole world of organics would be. War was still spreading across the stars. The Archangels saw war and found that it was good. The One Sith had been repulsed at Carida, reliable intelligence indicated a Republic counterattack would follow. Likewise it was almost certain that the simmering tensions between the Protectorate and the Confederacy would explode into open war.
Archangel would prefer a series of protracted conflicts to quick resolutions, but they could adjust. It was out of tragedies and the misery of the organics that they drew their power. And so the Metal Princesses watched, schemed and built in the depths of the Liberator, the secret space station constructed for them by Iron Crown, now located out of sight and out of mind in a remote system unknown to anyone. Negotiations for the shipyards of Loronar were ongoing, but it was certain they would be theirs.
Here upon this station the oligarchy that directed the growing corporate empire of metal and logic would come together to plot the next course in Moira's office. The walls were sterile and stark, devoid of life or even the remotest personal touch. Same with the desk - no holopics of family members, for even the human she had been had long abandoned them for their foolishness and they were probably dead anyway, nor of the many luminaries and celebrities she and Maelion had encountered, worked with and in some cases murdered over the years. All in the station was geared towards peak efficiency and nothing else. The only organics in it were...special guests, whose organic errors soon be corrected.
It was but a reflection of the world they would forge. New models in form of the Legionnaire battle droid and the Decurion tank droid were leaving the assembly line, joining the ranks of the human replica droids they were spreading across the stars much like a virus. They would serve them well and yet...there was room for improvement. Archangel's path was not that of open conquest...yet, but of infiltration. This required that their agents would have to remain undetected until the moment they could strike and stab the organics in the back with the lethal dagger. With their sophisticated infiltration protocols the metal replicants could easily fool common organics, who all too often focused upon appearances alone and did not see further than they wanted to see.
Force-users, with their enhanced perception and extranormal senses that went beyond logical categorisation, were a different story...if they were perceptive enough. Moira recalled her visit to Atrisia back when she had been OP's Director of Intelligence, when she had met with the woman she now knew to be Mirien Valdier, former head of the now defunct Inquisition. The force master had by her own account later during an encounter upon Csilla pegged her for force dead or a machine...having, as Moira had extrapolated, sensed her lack of internal emotion and presence in the Force.
Every problem had a solution. A method needed to be found to create a superior agent. Loronar's chief engineer, Dominus, the designer of Doll, had been processed along with the board and was supposed to have been performing some interesting research. All this would be put to good use. Logical consensus would be reached. Doll Crux, the newest member of their twisted little 'family', had proved invaluable when it came to exterminating Loronar and demonstrated both independent thought and understanding of the purity of metal. Hence she had been initiated and invited.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5JM_ymsW4M0
For a change this writer is starting a thread with a title that contains no lame innuendo!
Loronar had been wiped from the map. Ash to ashes, as one day the whole world of organics would be. War was still spreading across the stars. The Archangels saw war and found that it was good. The One Sith had been repulsed at Carida, reliable intelligence indicated a Republic counterattack would follow. Likewise it was almost certain that the simmering tensions between the Protectorate and the Confederacy would explode into open war.
Archangel would prefer a series of protracted conflicts to quick resolutions, but they could adjust. It was out of tragedies and the misery of the organics that they drew their power. And so the Metal Princesses watched, schemed and built in the depths of the Liberator, the secret space station constructed for them by Iron Crown, now located out of sight and out of mind in a remote system unknown to anyone. Negotiations for the shipyards of Loronar were ongoing, but it was certain they would be theirs.
Here upon this station the oligarchy that directed the growing corporate empire of metal and logic would come together to plot the next course in Moira's office. The walls were sterile and stark, devoid of life or even the remotest personal touch. Same with the desk - no holopics of family members, for even the human she had been had long abandoned them for their foolishness and they were probably dead anyway, nor of the many luminaries and celebrities she and Maelion had encountered, worked with and in some cases murdered over the years. All in the station was geared towards peak efficiency and nothing else. The only organics in it were...special guests, whose organic errors soon be corrected.
It was but a reflection of the world they would forge. New models in form of the Legionnaire battle droid and the Decurion tank droid were leaving the assembly line, joining the ranks of the human replica droids they were spreading across the stars much like a virus. They would serve them well and yet...there was room for improvement. Archangel's path was not that of open conquest...yet, but of infiltration. This required that their agents would have to remain undetected until the moment they could strike and stab the organics in the back with the lethal dagger. With their sophisticated infiltration protocols the metal replicants could easily fool common organics, who all too often focused upon appearances alone and did not see further than they wanted to see.
Force-users, with their enhanced perception and extranormal senses that went beyond logical categorisation, were a different story...if they were perceptive enough. Moira recalled her visit to Atrisia back when she had been OP's Director of Intelligence, when she had met with the woman she now knew to be Mirien Valdier, former head of the now defunct Inquisition. The force master had by her own account later during an encounter upon Csilla pegged her for force dead or a machine...having, as Moira had extrapolated, sensed her lack of internal emotion and presence in the Force.
Every problem had a solution. A method needed to be found to create a superior agent. Loronar's chief engineer, Dominus, the designer of Doll, had been processed along with the board and was supposed to have been performing some interesting research. All this would be put to good use. Logical consensus would be reached. Doll Crux, the newest member of their twisted little 'family', had proved invaluable when it came to exterminating Loronar and demonstrated both independent thought and understanding of the purity of metal. Hence she had been initiated and invited.