Star Wars Roleplay: Chaos

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Dusty Moon, Gassy Planet [Arthos, Thyrian]

She could sense his discomfort at the thought of returning to the Republic, but he understood the need to do as she had bid, to find a way into the Republic without rousing suspicion. He was a politician; they changed their minds frequently depending on what was best for their policies, for the planet they represented. He would deal with this, or he would pay the price for failing her. “A good call” she said when he spoke of switching over the workforce now that they had an empty mine. “See to the changeover, Apprentice, we are not done here.” There was much and more she had to teach this one, but she supposed that he had in truth learnt the most important lesson already – or so he made it seem: to follow her word, her will, without question, that was his place until she permitted him the strength to do otherwise. He needed her, not the other way around. His status as a senator was merely a convenience to her.

@[member="Arthos Vynea"] @[member="Jorus Merrill"]
 
The simple task of switching the droids over to the last active mine took but a moment as the Zabrak stepped outside to gaze over the operation, mines miles apart were being systematically emptied, cataloged, and sent aboard the bulk freighters waiting in orbit. Ships were already starting to move across the planetary surface in low orbit with droids from the other mines to increase output on the last truly functioning mine. He didn't ask where it was headed, and in truth he didn't really care, it had little to do with him. As his eyes moved watching the line of ships moving in the skies above the silence was growing, once the mining operation had ended it would be as silent as if the army of droids were never here.

Closing his eyes Arthos brought his own awareness to bear around him, it was limited in form due to the restraints he kept on his abilities constantly to keep his defenses up. Some would have chaffed at the restrictions he operated under, but the Zabrak didn't. His multiple political invasions into governments had allowed him to grow in understanding the way the galaxy saw itself. Power was not a difficult road to walk, the problem wasn't power though, it was lasting power. His Master had plans and that was clear, the question he constantly asked himself was if he was just a tool in those plans or if he actually had a place.

Finally all chatter had ceased from all but one mine as the quiet began to fall across each mine. If the Empire didn't disassemble the mines soon pirates and scavengers would began their work of falling upon the sites to take what they could. Vultures feeding on the left over scraps on the table, pecking and fighting over the gristle like the dogs, was that his role as well?

@[member="Darth Kyros"]
 
@[member="Darth Kyros"] @[member="Arthos Vynea"]

Owning a hundred percent of a company this large had its advantages. Considering the sheer number of starship designers and modification specialists on staff, proprietary design software ranked among those perks, and Jorus and Alna had long since installed it in the Daragon. Full simulation exhaustion taxed even the big transport's computational capacity, but the Pathfinder-class was state of the art.

It became abundantly clear, through said simulation program if not through common sense, that the difficulties of electrolysis plating increased exponentially, proportional to (among other things) the size of the ship. When simulation after simulation failed to produce acceptable results for the big Corellian transports he visualized, he grimaced and started looking smaller, at the mathematical models used by specialty speeder manufacturers to plate landcraft in gold. An A-36 Sleuth proved to be a decent approximation for the high end of those models. He input the vessel, overrode the proprietary 'porting warning, and sat back to watch the simulated show.

On his holodisplay, the little vessel first acquired resin layers over its windows, intakes, and other sensitive areas. That, right there, was going to be a problem. Phrik was opaque. He grimaced and made a note to try porting in a small CIC module rather than a cockpit per se. He adjusted the aperture plugs, stripping away simulated resin to the minimum and most retracted positions. On the assumption that he could make it fit the ship's outline, he removed the resin sim from the model's windows, and engaged.

Time dilation took him a while to find in the program, but once he got that working, the vessel began to take on a silvery sheen, even over the windows.

The finished simulated product didn't look too bad, all things considered. The shipwright program didn't read any performance issues or mechanical faults. In theory, then, this was possible.
 
@[member="Arthos Vynea"] @[member="Jorus Merrill"]

She began to move away from Arthos, but it was clear she expected him to follow after her all the same. "It is no use remaining beside an empty mine." A speeder, one of RI's finest products to date, awaited them - something she had placed aboard one of the many drop ships to ensure they had a way across the inhospitable moon. "Jorus, this is Kyros, we're moving positions but at the rate this is being carried out we should be finished soon enough. How are things on your end?" Communication was crucial, after all.

When the streamline speeder made it to the secondary viewing port she exited and bid Arthos to follow her. "Tell me, Arthos, what is it you hope to gain from all of this? Is there a specific route you wish to take? Some power you wish to harness?" Turning her sights across to the Zabrak she perked a brow in questioning. "Tell me, what is it that you most wish to learn in the Force? You have been a steadfast follower and Apprentice, mayhaps I can see it arranged." It was clear at this point that she had every intention in keeping him around. But the why? Well, that was still shrouded in mystery.
 
He ran it again, because that was what one did when this much money was on the line. More to the point, he sent the parameters via HoloNet to his people who did this kind of thing for a living. All up and down the Mara Corridor, experts were mobilized. Outlaw techs off Subterrel. Starshipwrights from Mon Calamari and Eshan and Drogheda. The mod jockeys who'd built the Jo'henry and enabled all manner of technological marvels from the Silk Holdings workshops, including more than a few custom personal vessels.

And this time, more than any other time, he was forced to acknowledge that money was not a factor. They had enough phrik to build a ship entirely with the light, strong, bizarre metal. Phrikite ore plus tydirium ore equaled many, many interesting options.

He was forced to admit, however, that this opportunity was beyond him. Hence, he called the experts. His own simulations functioned as a prima facie case for further exploration and analysis. In other words, it looked good enough to take another look, in more depth.

As @[member="Kära Vi'dreya"] finished her work, Jorus gave her a call.

"Prospect's lookin' strong," he said. "I'll send you the particulars. Bottom line, I've got my best people workin' on fine-tuning the feasibility of electroplating a little personal transport like an A-36 Sleuth. Any bigger than that and we get problems. This a direction you're wanting to explore? Just makin' sure."
 
[I was waiting on Arthos, but we may as well wrap this one up]

Suddenly her commlink went off, and she turned from Arthos to speak to the foreman who was overseeing the final mine. With all hands on deck it was going at a swifter pace than the rest. Turning back to her Apprentice she simply smiled. "Meet me back at the ship, Arthos, the time to leave is close at hand. There is much and more for us to discuss, but it can wait until we're in hyperspace."

With that she turned away from him and headed back to the speeder. At that point Jorus called, and his words gave her reason to contemplate. Reaching her hand to her chin she pondered for just a moment. "Yes, Captain; that sounds agreeable. We are heading back, and shall meet with you soon. Ensure that you're ready to leave." The droids in the mines were just about ready to finish.

When the speeder reached the ship the Sith Lady made her way up to meet with Jorus. They were ready to leave this planet, and in truth there was only one more step left for Kära. "To Bastion" she said. It was time to put an end to this farce.

@[member="Jorus Merrill"]
 

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