FNRP - Ruckus on Rishi (Open to All!)

[Omega]

[member="Taeli Raaf"] [member="Skai"] [member="Darren Torran"] [member="Mishel Zanteres"] [member="Tanomas Graf"] [member="Rolf Amsel"] [member="Labkahip Mordulla"]
@Anyone else

It started slowly.

Rishi was a world which had been inhabited for millennia. It was a key trading and black market haven removed from the rest of the galaxy. It was the gateway to the mysterious and mostly unexplored ‘Companion Aurek’ also known as the Rishi Maze.

Traders, both legitimate and criminal, came to Rishi for it was rich in resources. Spice, slaves, resources, crystals, all of them came through Rishi.

Whoever was there on the planet, be they legitimate or not, most of them had droids. Droids were ubiquitous across the galaxy. They performed menial roles, translated, acted as guards and more.

And then, at an otherwise unremarkable time, all the droids in Rishi’s main spaceport just…stopped. It was only for a second or two, barely noticed, then they resumed their roles.

It was unlikely that anyone would have noticed the stop, though not impossible. Even moreso the brief signal which had broadcast across multiple frequencies for a few seconds and then ceased before the droid shutdown.

The port seemed to continue as before, but now something was slightly different. Any Force users on Rishi might detect the flicker of premonition….

([member="Connor Harrison"] and [member="Varas Kyrel"] - or alts under their control - will be assisting me with NPCs. Show initiative and have fun. Direct any questions to the OOC thread.)

 

[KeCholo]

Gear:

Spoiler

Gados Traditional Headware
Poncho
Armour-Ani, Armor Mesh Line of Clothing
WESTAR Ammo-belt
Rocket Boots


Phrik Westar-34's
Whips of Rae
Sniper Rifle

Ke'Cholo was taking a much needed vacation when it happened. The planet of Rishi wasn't exactly what most would consider in the lap of luxury, but it was all Ke'Cholo wanted. A simple hunting trip, complete with eating the local game at a lodge located in a reserve on the northern hemisphere of the planet. He had taken two of the standard drones the Metal Lords produced, more of as a safety precaution his advisor Qaeth Idos had suggested. The droids were offloading luggage (and some smuggled goods for the local blackmarket dealer by the name of Rukon Meresh) when they stopped for a just a moment. Ke'Cholo, who was comfortably seated under the hanger overhang, looked up from his newspaper.

The droids were statue-like for just a moment, before resuming their task. He could've sworn that out of the corner of his eye, he saw the other droids around the hanger stop too, but he choked this up to having just woken up a mere 30 minutes ago. Ke'Cholo went back to sipping his cold herbal tea, smoking his cigar, and reading his newspaper. The mercenary continued to read his newspaper even when approached by Rukön Meresh. He was a young, black-headed, lean, human who had a wallet half as deep as most planetary governments.

''What is this?'' the smug kingpin raised the extra large plastic cup Ke'Cholo was drinking the cold tea from.

''My drink.'' Ke'Cholo didn't even look at Rukön, but continued to read his newspaper. Ke'Cholo hated dealing with Rukön, he was smug, pretentious, and deep down afraid of anyone who shot him a dirty glance. He only pretended to act tough. But, he was good for the credits.

''Looks like something a little Twi'lek girl would drink.'' Rukon said, picking up the cup and examining it. He clutched the straw of the drink between his lips and took a sip, before spitting what little he had tasted out.

''Tastes like bantha poodoo.'' Rukön emptied the almost full cup onto the hanger's concrete floors. Ke'Cholo threw his newspaper on the table, scattering it, and rose up. He quickly grasped the dealer by the throat and slammed him up against a nearby pillar, creating a thud loud enough to be heard all across the hanger.

''Here's what you're going to do....Rukön. You're going to buy two extra large teas, one for you and one for me. And then, you're going to come back over here, and watch my droids offload your cargo while you drink every last drop of that tea. I smuggle your favorite spice across half of the galaxy and this is how I get treated?''

And that's what happened, Rukön purchased two cold herbal teas and watched the droids off load the cargo while Ke'Cholo continued to read his newspaper like nothing happened.

 

[Armand Temi]

The very first surgery with the newest Class One Medical Droid at the Rishi-Coratanni hospital was something to celebrate. While the Hospital Controller remained in his office, cursing the extra expense of such a state-of-the-art droid, the organic doctors and nurses broke out cans of Fizzy Bip to toast the routine hernia repair with the newest member of their medical team.

In addition to a very advanced heuristic processor, Dr. Drex, the most advanced model of 2-1B ever created, could perform a variety of complex surgeries from a simple cybernetic limb replacement to a craniectomy. But even on the droid-prevalent planet, there were still some organics that were too afraid to be operated on by a robot.

Therefore the model had been designed with vaguely human features in an attempt by the state-of-the-art hospital to appear as patient-centric as possible.

Female to allude to a nurturing side. Sky blue eyes to make suffering humans feel calm again. A pleasant, almost musical voice to soothe the anxious caregiver. Dr. Drex was the somewhat innocuous name given to her by the staff.

But after the blip of inactivity that morning caused by the mysterious signal that zipped through cables and circuitry - barely noticed by the nearby staff of surgeons and nurses in the hospital who had more pressing emergencies to attend to - something seemed different about the droid.

“Weren’t Dr. Drex’s eyes a blue shade this morning?”

“I haven’t really noticed the color of her eyes before, but… I think you might be right.”

Oddly, the 2-1B’s synthetic eyes were now a shade of bright red.

 

[Darth Sibilus]

A man walked alone through a crowded marketplace, covered in a simple brown garb which hung from just above his eyebrows to down below his knees. It wasn't the most comfortable thing to wear in the humid heat of Rishi, but Drios had to keep a certain anonymity for the business he was conducting today. The storefronts were alive with colour and swarming with rushed customers who remained ignorant to the dark business that would soon be taking place just down the path.

Drios studied the datapad clutched in his hand for a short moment, and took a sharp left away from the main road of the marketplace and found himself in a shady, disused square with just one equally shady and disused looking storefront. A cracked neon sign hung from a small peg above the heavy door, reading OPEN gave way just as the Epicanthix came to inspect it.

With a wave of an exposed hand, the door slid open with a struggle and a blast of hot air hit the Acolyte in the face like surf hitting the shore. A putrid smell also lingered within the building, a stagnant mixture of excrement and death.

He slunk quietly into the building, and looked up to find himself face to face with rows upon rows of cold, foreboding metal cages each with two or three males of races from every corner of the Galaxy. A small smile danced it's way across the Epicanthix's face, and Drios slowly drew his hood bad to take a good look at the stock the slaver had supplied today.

A rather hideous looking protocol droid with the stature of a wizened old man creaked it's way across the concrete slabs that lined the floor and positioned itself behind the dusty counter. "Hello, good sir! My name is J-4DB, how may I be of -" A small whirring noise sounded from deep within the grey droid, as it's head drooped slowly to point at it's feet and the optical receptors placed upon it's face flickered to nothingness.

The Epicanthix stood, bewildered for a moment, desperately reaching for a handful of words to offer the seemingly dead protocol droid, but in the next moment J-4DB booted back up, and continued right where it left off. "-service?"

 

[Sam Paige]

[SIZE=11pt]The only reason Sam went anywhere interesting anymore was for one, simple reason. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]The place had the parts she needed. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Nose stuck in a data pad, dark blue eyes scanning the list of parts she was picking up for the new ship, the mechanic weaved in and out of the crowds at the space port. She’d tracked down three of them to a second hand parts shop here, but they had updated their stock listings and she was perusing through before heading in that direction. Partly to check if they had anything else she had on her list, and partly for the sheer joy of oogling ship parts and day dreaming about the engines they’d build. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Sam didn’t get out much. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Maybe it was premonition. Maybe it was just the fact that she couldn’t help but check out a cool droid as it tootled by, but she was looking right at a sweet little R2 unit and wondering if she should get one for herself when the hitch happened. A heartbeat, two, and it was on its way again. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]She frowned slightly, following the droid, not really sure why she was doing it. It stopped, just around a corner. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Um, hi,” she said, quietly as always, shoving the data pad into the back of her overalls. [/SIZE]

“You okay?”

[SIZE=11pt]It didn’t answer her right away. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]She crouched next to it, head tilting slightly and pushing unruly red hair out of her face to get a better look. [/SIZE]

“It’s okay, I’m not going to hurt you.”

[SIZE=11pt]​[member="Skai"][/SIZE]

 

[Thaddeus Wyse]

[member="Sam Paige"]

Rishi.

It reminded her of home.

An orb of green and blue, jungles as far as the eye reached with only a smidgen of civilization ruining it. The spaceport of Rishi was small compared to the metal monstrosities of Coruscant, but each day the settlement pushed deeper and deeper into the wilds. Claiming a piece of the jungle for itself, putting down fences, stamping out resistance from the wildlife, before building expansions for their settlements. It was a disgrace, but there wasn't much that Skai could do about it.

Not when her mission was clear and there was no deviating from it. She moved through the thick bustle of people browsing the markets of the ‘port. A reasonable assumption was that most of the wares here were illegal.

Nobody cared, because it was Rishi.

She turned a corner and immediately stumbled, the ground looming quickly, before the air was driven from her lungs. “Oef.” Came the grunt as Skai tried her best to roll with the fall, to avoid breaking anything.

“The feth?!” The Dathomiri managed to look across from her, a bustle of orange hair, glasses, huge eyes.

The girl looked like a deer caught by the sight of a Rancor.

 

[Sam Paige]

She had been about to reach out, fingers hesitantly to brush the droid's dome when suddenly-

Bang. TILT. CRASH.

The droid tootled in alarm, Sam ended up on her side on the floor and someone else tripped face over tea kettle on the other side of her. She managed to prop up on one elbow, coming face to face with Skai.

Glasses askew, dark blue eyes wide and hair in a halo around her face she muttered something that might have been 'I'm sorry are you okay?' or 'Dime corny are two okay?' It wasn't entirely clear. But her face turned beat red and she started scrambling up - first check went quick to the droid to make sure it was okay, then a hand was offered to the other.....

Woman?

Well, yes.

But the tattoos and fierce expression were kind of overshadowing a silly little thing like gender.

[member="Skai"]

 

[Omega]

[member="KeCholo"]

The droids diligently entered the hold of the ship and begun unloading the cargo. If KeCholo was watching carefully he’d notice only one of the two droids emerging from the ship. This one carefully piled the items onto a hoversled and begun to drive it away…away from the ship and from KeCholo and his ‘guest’!

Meanwhile, inside the ship there was a sudden crunch and the sound of a warning…something was happening inside the ship. Possibly it was related to the second droid?

[member="Dr. Drex"]

Musings about eye colours would be quickly forgotten as the commlinks began to chime. Inexplicably there was a sudden rash of accidents nearby…and they were bringing patients to this very hospital!

[member="Drios Rapux"]

The droid behaved like nothing had occurred. It simply stood there, waiting for the Sith to speak.
“You will find that our collection of ‘indentured servants’ is the best on all Rishi.”
Another droid was performing the tasks of feeding the inmates. It went about the task normally, nothing out of the ordinary.

Until one of the wretched slaves started to choke. And then another…and another.
Something was wrong here!

[member="Sam Paige"] [member="Skai"]

The droid tootled in surprise as the two women, then let out a long stream of electric nonsense.

Whilst it did so a compartment on the front opened slightly so that a welding arm could be seen. It moved forward towards Sam as if to check on her, the welding arm ready as if it was a concealed blade to sink into Sam’s back….

 

[Taeli Raaf]

"Miss Raaf, we've just encountered... an oddity," one of her engineers stated, walking into the temporary office she was in. The Aurora Rishi shipyards weren't anything special, basically just a place where they constructed some frigates and corvettes, occasionally even a cruiser, but nothing beyond that due to it being in Imperial territory. She had decided to come tour the yards there, maybe see what she could arrange with the local government. She had been stone walled by the Moff who oversaw the system for two days now, and was admittedly a bit irritated.

"What sort of oddity?" she asked, looking up from the report she was reading over.

"All of our construction droids stopped for a moment or two, then continued on their way like nothing had happened," the engineer stated uneasily. "I thought it odd, and ran a systems check on a few of them. They all received a microburst transmission and..."

His voice was swallowed by the sound of something crashing outside.

"Oh this can't be good," she said, making sure to grab her normal lightsaber.

 

[KeCholo]

''Hey, where's your droid going with my spice?!?!'' Rukön had just finished his refreshing herbal tea when he pointed out the droid driving off with the cargo. Ke'Cholo threw down his newspaper again and stood up. Both of them watch the droid wildly drive off, trampling civilianss and hanger guards with the sled. Ke'Cholo reached for his pistol and began to aim. He had the droids in his sights when he suddenly lowered his gun.

''What are you doing, you moron-'' as soon as the word ''moron'' escaped Rukön's lips, Ke'Cholo backhanded the kingpin like the sissy he was. After he had recovered from this minor blow to his pride, he started speaking again, this time more reverent.

''What's happening? If that droid gets away, I'm not paying you anything!'' he said, anger still left in his voice.

''Probably has a bad motivator. Just hop on your speeder and go get him, it is your spice after all.'' Ke'Cholo didn't particularly care about the contents of the baggage as he had all of his important gear him on. Rukön shot him a dirty look before sprinting his way over to the speederbike he arrived on, to go chase after the droid.

As soon as Rukön began to chase after the droid, Ke'Cholo heard a loud crunch and warning from the ship. He approached it cautiously, one hand on his blaster the other on his whip. Before rounding the corner into the entrance of the ship, Ke'Cholo drew his pistol. He raised it and rounded the corner to find...

 

[Mishel Kryze]

[media]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tnGSvJKG34Y[/media]​

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At seventeen-years-old, Mishel had only just begun to scratch the surface that was the galaxy. She had touched down with her freighter not so long ago, dressed as she would be back on Avalonia. Red hair extensions added to her messy espresso brown tresses that looked more like a rat's nest as it had been pulled back without care. She arrived on Rishi with one goal in mind, a steed. A good and noble saurian steed that she may ride into battle, or scare the ever living tart out of everyone on the Bastion back home. She thought little of the flicker she felt earlier as she walked around through the market on the port. Her concerns were little, after all, she had a little time to spend before going back. There was sure to be a debrief regarding Ossus, one she was not eager to attend. Plus, she needed to pick up a few more supplies to craft a lightwhip for sister [member="Ara Ren"] and here she was at the market. "Do you happen to have the focus lens, yeah like that may I see it?"

The brunette took out a little holo focus device and scanned the lens, "oh this is good stuff, how much?"

"Two hundred?" Seemed a bit pricey, but she shrugged and handed the merchant her cred stick who then happily boxed up the lens.

All the while, Mishel patted herself down to grab her pouch for the lens. Jangles of Imperial coins could be heard, she had a few shillings left over from Ashira knows when. She tried to recall if they were left over from the cafe visit the other week. When nothing came to mind and the merchant slid her purchase over. She thanked the man and exited the stall, as she looked around to see if the man she had met over the holo was about. Mishel didn't much mind the droids and even waved to a few as she went about her way, but something about that premonition from earlier bothered her and she could not quite place her finger on it.

[member="Incursion"]

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[Labkahip Mordulla]

Something was very wrong, all of a sudden there was an influx of patients into the hospital for not real logical reason, starting to slightly overwhelm the medical practitioners. She was sitting in on of the office going over file from the space station incident that had happened a few moths ago, when a miners horror cam out of deep space and proceed to start eating the space station, causing immense destruction and lose of life. They were able to save the station but I was put out of commission, and repairs had been slow, for the time being Lab 'yes that is her nickname', kept reading over the material she recorded and what the military had written down but was drawn away when a frantic knock came on the door.

"Yes, what is it I'm a bit busy, and no I'm am not going to come out and celebrate with you over your new robot, yes she is an impressive machine but that is not reason to neglect your job". The other Doctor just stared a bit dumb founded and panicked, "That isn't the reason I'm here, we have had an influx of patients and we need help for pre-operation, "oh sorry for snapping at you, ill be out there in a second". Lab quickly put her files away and made haste towards the emergency wing, getting a glimpse at the new robot along the way. The sudden amount of new arrivals was a bit dramatic but nothing that could not be handled, the question was why now all of a sudden.

[member="Dr. Drex"]

 

[Thaddeus Wyse]

[member="Sam Paige"] | [member="Incursion"]

The hand was almost brushed away, before Skai saw the droid suddenly closing the distance with its welding arm extended towards the idiot.

Usually the Dathomiri displayed an attitude of 'Not my camp, not my rancor' and would have have left her to be impaled. Well, it was a little arm, so it probably would just cause major burns, but that was besides the entire point. The idiot still deserved a severe chewing out and maybe a mild beating. Skai couldn't do that if she was going into shock from the burns. Well, she could, but that seemed to be akin to kicking a nuna once it was already down.

Not as satisfying.

A strong hand curled around the extended one, but instead of pulling herself up, she yanked Sam down and to the side. The welding attachment of the droid snapped into the air, where the girl had been just a moment ago, but before it could repurpose itself into a new direction Skai was already crashing into it. Ceremonial dagger sharpened with ancient Dathomir shadow magic swept in an upwards diagonal, snapping off the welder, before the warrior followed up with a full-frontal kick sending the little bastard flying into the air.

It crashed against the opposing wall, collapsing in a sad heap of beeping.

"Girl, why did your droid attack you?" Skai demanded without losing track of the heap- it was still shuffling about, but slower now.

 

[Armand Temi]

Panic gripped the normally unwavering hospital staff as all at once a rash of accidents brought a steady influx of patients. There was no time to wonder what happened as triage began happening wherever it could - in the corridors, lobby, even in the parking lot where the ambulatory speeders arrived.

The baffling increase in accidents and emergencies was accompanied by the rest of the 2-1Bs, the older models of course, going a bit wackadoodle. Instead of helping, a couple of the dark metal medical droids began to shuffle around an operating room randomly. Electric eye sockets flashed, limbs flailed but they were more of a nuisance than anything.

“Someone shut those droids down!”

But Dr. Drex? She was capable of aspirating, gouging, puncturing, sawing and injecting into flesh with strategically placed instrument panels within her synthetic arms. Her chest stored a variety of large drills and even canisters storing anesthesia - enough to kill a large organic creature.

The surgical robot was practically a walking interrogation droid, the kind the Empire would love to get its black, gloved mitts on and right now, Dr. Drex strode past a random life saving procedure, heading towards the Twi’lek’s operating theater, pushing through a crowd of nurses.

“Hey look it’s Dr. Drex! Oh kark, what did you go and do that for?”

All they would be able to hear was the gentle whirring of a bone saw emerging from her right hand.

In the meantime, a horde of older model 2-1Bs hit the streets, inexplicably moving right past the speeder accidents they should have been helping with.

[member="Labkahip Mordulla"] [member="Incursion"]

 

[Stephanie Swail]

GM

The black and silver astromech droid was just another lifeless, soulless heap of junk within the markets and streets of Rishi.

Everyone seemed to have a droid. Pilots, smugglers, Jedi, bounty hunters...you name it; they needed a droid. Without a droid, they'd be nothing. Droids win the wars, not the ones pulling triggers or slicing laser swords.

The logic function displays flashed white.
The holographic projector glowed red.
The domed head turned left, right, then left again.
The aux control interface whirred to life.

With a soft whine, the cylindrical body jolted forward and the retracting third tread came down. C1-TX was functional once more. Maybe the welcome, but also confusing, scramble of data and circuits that came through was a sign that these droids needed to remind the organic life-matter who was in charge.

As C1 trundled on, the pool of oil slick spurting out behind him in a trail stopped, winding past the market stands and through a dusty street. The droid leaned forward and the electronic fork emitted from it's side and sent a spark shooting across the oil.

The droid whistled and tootled in amusement as it turned and trundled off down the market, the fire spreading up across the oil slick and catching to the dirty fabrics of a market stall, sending it up in flames.

Just another faceless, nameless droid on Rishi.

Let them think that.

 

[Darth Sibilus]

Drios' scarred brow furrowed with confusion as the droids that busied themselves around them carried on with their business as if nothing had ever happened. A quick look around and he saw the shadowy figures of the slaves cowering in the confines of their wretched cells, feeling the confusion and tangible fear ripple through the air through the Force. Something was out of the ordinary here, and the Epicanthix would quickly find out the cause of the disturbances.

But first, he wanted his slaves.

"Your finest stock, droid. I will be the judge of the quality of the slaves." the Sith growled, releasing a hand from his cloak to slam a wad of Galactic Credits upon the counter. Then, he turned around and slunk slowly towards the row of cages with a malicious expression painted upon his face. Then, just before he could summon the first subject for inspection, a ghastly gargling noise came from one the iron prisons and his eyes met the optical receptors of another rusty old protocol droid, throwing a bucket of chum into a slave's cage. The slave, upon one bite of the gruesome meal began to clutch at it's chained throat and choke. Then another, and another and another.

Without a flicker of emotion, the Sith released and outstretched his hand from the confines of his brown garment, and beckoned the droid stood behind the counter with one finger to come to him. "It appears your quality of slaves is not as up to par as you would have led me believe, is it, droid? Fetch me your master. I wish to have a little chat with him."

 

[Xin Boa]

https://youtu.be/LORtuZ0IS

Same market as [member="Mishel Zanteres"]
[member="Rosa Gunn"]

Xin bumped shoulders with a rodian moving through the crowd in the opposite direction. Xin turned to either apologise or front up depending on their demeanour, but the rodian had already slipped away into the throng.

All of his senses were assaulted by the market. Dishes from a hundred different cultures were cooked, scents that were never intended to mingle did. There were so many fashions, languages and styles of music. Different emotions he could pick up through his headtails.

Xin's senses should have been drowned by the sheer noise of the market. Instead he revelled in it. Two years of prison had been nothing but grey. Now he had colour again.

The nautolan had the vague sense that something could have been wrong, but that was probably just because he was here to buy stolen parts. He wasn't specifically interested in them being stolen, it was simply that after Corellia had been destroyed the fleet was getting desperate for some of the essentials they needed and this was the only way they could afford them.

Just to ease his own fears he's stopped at a food market and bartered for some skewers of mystery meat. After prison almost anything grilled and spiced was worth trying.

 

[Labkahip Mordulla]

Lab quickly strode down the hall ways, the seeing the dozens of new admitted flooding in, and to top it all off the medical droids were acting up too making for even more distraction. "What wrong with all the medical droids? and i they are acting up why are they not shut down". 'I don't know but we can deal with them later, they will not cause any major damage, we'll take care of them, just get yourself ready for sugary". Lab gave a slight sigh, one minute the doctors were celebrating their new robot, the next they were to heavily concentrated on their work to see that obverse malfunction of the droids.

Upon entering the emergency room she was quickly given a crash victim, multiple laceration, blunt force trauma, the works as is the taxi he was in smashed full force into a wall. Lab quickly got prepared for the operation, he was in a critical condition but had a good chance of making it though, they just needed to stabilize and sedate them. Just as the were prepared for the operation the door to the ward opened, the new surgical droid standing their, menacing, with a bone saw "What is she doing here", being slightly mentally unstable Lab had done some very questionable act in the past to people and animals, and had a gut feeling that this robot somehow had the same urge to cause pain to other.

"everyone get away from that thing", she tried to warn the nurses but it was too late the droid was well within striking distance.

[member="Dr. Drex"]

 

[Omega]

[member="Taeli Raaf"]

The new corvette would surely be another of Aurora’s fantastic ships for sale to the galaxy. At this moment it was being fitted with its engines.
Unaccountably though after the droids had stopped the process of hauling it into place they had started to change direction. Now, the crane holding the weight was starting to swing towards the shipyard itself…possibly smashing a section of it if it connected.

[member="KeCholo"]
The rogue droid was moving tirelessly down the street, bowling over anything in its path. However, the droid was heading straight for one of the high galleries which looked over the placid waters of the bay. The droid was aiming straight for it, with considerable momentum, and all of it might well disappear into the waters!

Meanwhile, KeCholo would find that the other droid was enthusiastically tearing at the controls. Photo receptors turned to look at KeCholo, and then the droid brought both hands down onto the pilot controls with a shattering crunch, spark of electricity and then silence. The droid turned and moved towards the co-pilot controls….

[member="Mishel Zanteres"]

As she walked, Mishel would hear a loud crack and an explosion from one of the houses nearby. Flames flared out of an upper story house.
Panic spread, and an old woman spilled out into the street.
“Watch out, the droids have gone crazy! They’ve gone…”
A protocol droid, smoking and discoloured, appeared behind her and started to choke her from behind.
“Please do not resist, Mistress. The end will come soon,” it said blandly.

[member="Labkahip Mordulla"] [member="Dr. Drex"]

The droids spilling out onto the street came to the ambulances and patients as they came in.
“We are here to help.”
And so they began to take control of the situation. It wasn’t until a few minutes later that people started to realise that it wasn’t just sedatives and treatments being handed out…it was lethal doses….

[member="Drios Rapux"]

The droid feeding the prisoners stopped its task. None of the slaves further down the line were eating, all were shouting and clamouring. It was then that the feeder droid casually opened a locked safe, produced a blaster, and started shooting into the cages.

The sales droid meanwhile looked at Drios, and then casually moved to stab the Sith in the back when it was behind him.
The concealed vibroblade was probably added for security, but now was perfectly positioned to pierce the Sith’s body…if the Sith did not detect the danger.

[member="Xin Boa"]

Droids were everywhere, and here a droid was serving behind the stalls. As it handed Xin the skewers of meat, a female Rodian was eating the same meal purchased just minutes before.
However, before Xin could eat his meal this Rodian started to choke and gasp, dropping the meat and falling to her knees.

Down the road several others with similar skewers were likewise collapsing….

 

[Taeli Raaf]

There was another almighty crash as the crane being operated by the company's droids slammed into the side of the shipyard. Immediately, alarms started blaring out a constant warning to all that the hull had been breached. The impact was such that Taeli stumbled, falling to her knees. Through the viewport, she could see several bodies had already been sucked out into space, crates and other contained floating out with them. The corvette that had been under construction was spitting out flames, the earlier crash having come from when the engine unit had been torn from ship.

"Shut down every droid in the facility," she yelled into her comlink. If the droids working the crane had been compromised, then she wasn't taking chances with any of the others present in the shipyard. Was it an overreaction to what might have been an accident? Possibly, but as she was an extremely cautious individual, given who she was, she didn't believe in circumstantial accidents "I don't care how you do it, shut them all down now. Shoot them if you have to."

Luckily, they didn't have any of their security droids present, as she didn't want to know what would happen if whatever had sent that signal got hold of a Harbinger or Herald droid.

"And someone track down where that karking signal came from," she added into her comlink, her lightsaber igniting and cutting through an astromech droid... just to be sure.

[member="Incursion"]