THE UNDEFEATED
Nacelle - Capital city of Sprocket
Nacelle was designed so that organics couldn't travel there. That was why the city was practical left untouched, almost solely inhabited by mechanical beings, droids and various forms. Everything from astromechs to assassin droids lived in Nacelle. Most humans didn't dare to trespass for fear of retaliation.
In the years since its discovery, the native populace of droids had become more violent and wary of organics. Recent events gave them good reasons; a short skirmish in the skies of Sprocket lead to the crashing of the Rumineer. A slaver ship carrying nearly a hundred Dravalan souls, shot down by a what appeared to be a passing ship.
The Rumineer crashed in the centre of Nacelle, destroying multiple buildings in its wake and causing an small skirmish to break out around the ships crash site. The slavers didn't know who shot them down, but they assumed everything that wasn't them was hostile. Thusly, so did the droids within the city. Their AA-Guns opened fire on the Valkyrie as it attempted to land in Nacelle, forcing them to land outside the range of their weapons. Moving in on foot was the only option.
Tathra opened the cargo bay ramp of the Valkryie, allowing it to extend downward as the Mutant, accompanied by his Promethean Guard exited the ship. Tathra was the first to have his feet planted firmly on Sprockets soil, his massive form stretching as he took in the fresh air.
"Keep your senses sharp Prometheans. I sense we are not alone, we are contested for our people Neviere." Tathra's gaze moved to Neviere, a Dravalan hybrid such as himself and loyal member of his Guard. She sensed it too, no doubt. There were many factors at play. "Cha'jen. Find us a way inside."
The Cathar nodded, using the force to cloak himself as he disappeared in the direction of the city.
"We make our approach with cautioned haste, I must thank whomever shot down the Rumineer. This has become, amusing."
Nacelle was designed so that organics couldn't travel there. That was why the city was practical left untouched, almost solely inhabited by mechanical beings, droids and various forms. Everything from astromechs to assassin droids lived in Nacelle. Most humans didn't dare to trespass for fear of retaliation.
In the years since its discovery, the native populace of droids had become more violent and wary of organics. Recent events gave them good reasons; a short skirmish in the skies of Sprocket lead to the crashing of the Rumineer. A slaver ship carrying nearly a hundred Dravalan souls, shot down by a what appeared to be a passing ship.
The Rumineer crashed in the centre of Nacelle, destroying multiple buildings in its wake and causing an small skirmish to break out around the ships crash site. The slavers didn't know who shot them down, but they assumed everything that wasn't them was hostile. Thusly, so did the droids within the city. Their AA-Guns opened fire on the Valkyrie as it attempted to land in Nacelle, forcing them to land outside the range of their weapons. Moving in on foot was the only option.
Tathra opened the cargo bay ramp of the Valkryie, allowing it to extend downward as the Mutant, accompanied by his Promethean Guard exited the ship. Tathra was the first to have his feet planted firmly on Sprockets soil, his massive form stretching as he took in the fresh air.
"Keep your senses sharp Prometheans. I sense we are not alone, we are contested for our people Neviere." Tathra's gaze moved to Neviere, a Dravalan hybrid such as himself and loyal member of his Guard. She sensed it too, no doubt. There were many factors at play. "Cha'jen. Find us a way inside."
The Cathar nodded, using the force to cloak himself as he disappeared in the direction of the city.
"We make our approach with cautioned haste, I must thank whomever shot down the Rumineer. This has become, amusing."
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