Reassembling the Past

[Rog-r]

Location: Deserts of Kalee​

Objective: Save the CIS​

Rog-r hated sand. Every grain of the substance sent shivers down his circuitry, but the super tactical droid knew that enduring the harsh elements was the most probable way he could do to lead the CIS back to power. His rusty joints let out a distressed squeak as he began to stand up from the rock he had been seated on. So much time had passed since his call to the other droids, yet still he sat, waiting for the first sign of arrival from the others. Rog-r's optical sensors scanned the open plains, unable to find an object to rest on in the land otherwise devoid of life.

Running the calculations in his head, Rog-r concluded that there was approximately a 26.7% chance that one or more of the remaining high ranking droids that had responded to his message were not going to arrive in one piece. Curiosity flooded his central processing unit as he touched the red button on his left arm.

"This is General Rog-r, requesting status of all inbound droid forces?" he said, before returning to the small rock that had become his temporary chair.

[member=TX-96] | [member="B1-8108 "Grease""] | [member=IG-192] | [member="B1-8023 Spanner"] | [member='Q-7846 Rusty']​

[member=BX-25233] | [member=OOM-096] | [member="B1-6745 "Cheese""] | [member="B1-1853 "Sparky""]​

 

[B1-6745 "Cheese"]

As the droid took a step further towards the mission objective. He directed himself towards the specified coordinates, finding a Super Tactical droid with the code name "Rog-R".
"Roger, Roger"! Behind you!"
​The ludicrously foolish response passed over the simple droid as it was almost a decent status reply.

 

[BX-25233]

BX-25233 braces for impact. If he was a tatical droid he would have known that b1s piloting this transport would have broken down mid flight.
Rog-r's comms message plays on the ships comms.
BX-25233 turns on his comms to reply to Rog-r

"This is BX-Series Droid Commando BX-25233. The ship I am in has entered the planets atmosphere but the droids piloting it have shutdown. I can not find the files on the type of ship this is but I assume you will see it somewhere im the sky. This may be my final message as I am unsure on my chances of survival"

BX-25233 turns off the comms and then turns off his optical sensors since he would rather not know when he will be deactivated permanently.

 

[TX-96]

My calculations seem to have been correct. What am i kidding they always are.
96 checks data pad and asses the best plan of action
"This is Tactical Droid TX-96, we are entering the atmosphere of the planet Kalee. Our chances of survival in this old munificent are 36%."
"Entering atmosphere now..."
Connection Closed

 

[B1-8108 "Grease"]

Squeak. Squeak. Squeak. Every step made an ear renching noise as B1-8108 took the final steps to begin the Resurgence of the Confederacy of Independent Systems. He only had one mission. Stay alive like the rest of the droids. This was looking less and less possible as all his red sensors could see was red, coarse sand for miles.

Each step sounded like little mice being tortured by a large beast. His rusty body blended in with the miles of dust however he knew he was close.

"This is B1-8108 responding to Rog-r. I am located two miles north of your 10-20."

No response. His trustworthy E-5 clanked against his sturdy torso only adding to the orchestra of broken noises the ancient droid made. Then he saw it. An old-looking purple super tactical droid sitting on a rock surrounded by nothingness. The clanks and squeaks of the old battledroid grabbed the attention of the super tactical droid. Their eyes collided and they both knew, this was the beginning of something huge.

 

[B1-8023 Spanner]

B1-8023 Spanner's ship breaks into the atmosphere and does a roll over his left side- Spanner corrects it, but still has trouble as he is an extremely bad pilot. He uses his communication device to transmit a signal of approachment to Rog-r. He attaches a voice message to it, saying;
"B1-8023 Spanner to Rog-r, I am approaching your coordinates. I am not an excellent pilot, so I may have to crash this bird. I will attempt to 'land' it near you. Spanner out."
Spanner tips his ship forward towards Rog-r, and rolls right to correct himself from flying straight into the ground.
Spanner pulls up, and throttles down to try and land smoothly. As he hits the ground with a thud, a rock has chipped his right engine and is spewing out fumes. Spanner turns off the engines, and applies breaks. His ship hits a rock, resulting in the front glass of his ship to be smashed.
He regains his ground from the crash, picks up his tools and checks the ship damage. The ship seems a tad bit apart, with the wing & engine completely broken.
He walks over towards the coordinates for Rog-r. He transmits a signal of landing to Rog-r, and turns off comms and any other unneeded systems to keep battery power for his journey.
After an hour, he finally reaches his destination.
Spanner proceeds to say
"Boss! Behind you. I've reached you."
Spanner trys to put out a smile- until remembering he was a droid.
Spanner puts down his things, and takes a seat.

 

[BX-25233]

Even with his optical sensors offline BX-25233 could feel that the ship was about to hit land, at this moment he wondered what organics did just before death.
Just then the ship hit the surface. Then sound of the crash could be heard all over the desert.
Then silence with the only sound being the flames from the crashed ship.
BX-25233 Turns on his optical sensors and to his surpise he survived the crash with most of his body intact.
Pushing the rubble off his body he realises that his legs are busted with one staying connect by a couple of wires.
He tries to turn on the ships comms to no avail and doesn't even attempt to use his for obvious reason.
Bx-25233 has 2 choices, wait and hope for a CIS search party and risk being found by salvagers or attempt to crawl to the mission objective and risk overheating in due to the deserts heat.
He decides to do the latter.
Using his 2 vibroswords to help him move in the desert sand.

"Oh great creator please make sure an engineer is at the objective"

 

[TX-96]

As the munificent enters the atmosphere a small beacon appears on the scanners.
96 gets the pilots to stedy the ship for entry.
"I predict that we only have a now 26% chance of surviving this entry"
96 makes a last minute change by diverting 85% of the power to foward shield's and kept the remaining 15% on the engines.
The Munificent steadied as it had succesfully entered the planets atmosphere without dying.
"Was there any doubt that we would make it, he chuckled as his arrogance took over like it always did"
"Follow the signal and we will soon arrive at the base"
96 sat back in his chair and began boasting about how they wouldnt have survived without him

 

[Rog-r]

Incompetence began to surround the general as he mentally lowered the chances of the survival of the CIS by 5.1%. Rog-r turned to face the first droids to arrive. His optical sensors first locked onto the engineer, only distinguishable by his almost fully faded green markings. Although clearly worn out from the centuries of deactivation they had all faced, the engineer's joint's seemed almost pristine in condition, almost as if he were fresh off the production line. Rog-r then turned to face the B1 infantry droid. Although clearly lacking a decent central processing unit, the droid was in almost prime condition. The super tactical droid's head snapped to the left, searching for the culprit of the cacophony of noise that had arrived behind him.

Rog-r's optical sensors locked onto a commander droid fast approaching from the north. Every step the droid took let out a sound that almost overloaded every droid's circuits in a five mile radius. Rog-r returned his attention to the engineer.

"Get that commander some grease." he ordered, before turning to the B1 once more. Without any more specialised droids, Rog-r calculated only a 27.3% chance of the CIS surviving. His leadership was only going to be effective if he had droids with a central processing unit able to effectively understand his orders.

"We will wait here for another 10 minutes." he said. "After that, we will head north and attempt to find a location to establish a base. With the aid of a handful more droids, I calculate a 78.4% chance of our survival."

[member=TX-96] | [member="B1-8108 "Grease""] | [member=IG-192] | [member="B1-8023 Spanner"] | [member='Q-7846 Rusty']​

[member=BX-25233] | [member=OOM-096] | [member="B1-6745 "Cheese""] | [member="B1-1853 "Sparky""]​

 

[B1-8023 Spanner]

Spanner thought to himself "Grease? I should have that somewhere"
Spanner went off behind him, to his tool storage and found the grease supply.
Spanner then loaded up the spread injector and primed it ready to grease the Commander up.
"It's primed and ready for greasing. I can't believe I just said that!"
Spanner turned and faced the approaching Commander. Spanner then proceeded to walk towards the Commander to grease him up.

 

[B1-8108 "Grease"]

As the ancient commander droid edged closer to the remanance of the CIS, he knew he was going to need some repairs to make sure they all survived. He was rusty, mentally and physically. The engineer, symbolised by his faded green armour stumbled closer to the menacing B1-8108. The engineer faced his new commanding officer and then proceeded to walk toward the Commander to grease him up. The engineer quickly lubricated the commander's antique joints. The commander nodded his head grateful for the engineers deed. Feeling more alive than he had in nearly a millennium, they both walked over to the few droids that had successfully arrived to the location. The commander's system nearly crashed at the sight of the pathetic array of "droids" erected in front of him.

"G'day, the name's umm...."

 

[TX-96]

96 arose from his chair as he spotted that they were directly above the meeting point.
"Prep a ship for departure to the ground, and make sure some of you stay behind to make sure this ship does not crash"
As he said that he and a droid escort left the bridge of the munificent and started to walk to the hangar.
"This old rust bucket still works?" He laughed as he realized that their would only be a 50% chance of survival.
96 and his escort entered the ship, as they did 96 sent out a message to Rog-r on the ground.
"This is Tactical droid TX-96, we are coming to the surface now. If this rust bucket of a ship holds up we should arrive in the coming minutes. 96 out Message end."

 

[Rat Boy]

[ooc] Accidental post -please remove if possible

 

[dwanofwar3]

[ redacted ]

 

[B1-6745 "Cheese"]

The simple B1 slowly churned the axle connecting his body to the main processing core, as small as it may have been, rust ignored the loud creeks and groans weren't enough to drown out the following buffoonery.
"Roger roger, Rog-R"
The lower than usual scored responses finally caught up the the droid as a wave of updates fled every core of his processing units. Cheese was finally catching on to respect it's commanding droid and stood strait gave a non-required salute.

 

[OOM-096]

The droid's old transport shuddered as they entered the atmosphere. Two other old OOM units were aboard the transport with it, but the only operating system that wasn't corrupted were their piloting ones.
This old transport had been sitting there since the battle of Naboo, it was an old Trade Federation model, and was not going to last.

As they entered the atmosphere, it sent 096 flying out of the cockpit, as it'd not put on a seatbelt. One of the droids sparked, before it's head detonated. Small chunks of OOM head were sent all over the cockpit. It was clear that they were overloading from all the chaos. OOM-96 ran to the other OOM droid, trying to keep it stable. The old OOM Pilot groaned, "Heavy damage taken-system overload imminent." OOM-96 climbed into the other pilot seat, trying to stabilize the transport. It wasn't really flying anymore, but it was falling. The transport finally made it into the planet, somewhat intact. The OOM Pilot was barely working anymore, the sheer force of that entry had fried most of it's systems. The transport slowly landed by the objective. OOM-96 walked out, walking towards the droids, before the transport exploded behind it.

 

[BX-25233]

How longs has he been crawling a hour or 2 or maybe 3. BX-25233 wasn't sure how much longer he could go.
upahead around half a klick he saw some shadowy figures.
As he got closer he could see the outline of b1 droids and 1 supertatical droid.
He was nearly at his objective, He was going to live and then he realised that he wasn't moving anymore.
He was so close yet he was so far unable to get to his objective.
He was running out of power and he needed to recharge soon.
In an attempt to survive he powered down and was sure his fellow droids would notice his body.

 

[OOM-096]

[member="Rog-r"]

The OOM droid walked over. "Sir, I apologize for not reporting my status in, my ship is-was very old, and the comms had failed."
Chunks of metal laid scattered through the sands, the remains of the old transport.

 

[Rog-r]

The general examined the OOM droid. The yellow markings, though faded, were distinct. This droid was designed to help lead, and Rog-r silently thanked his creator for ensuring some competence would help lead the new CIS. Something caught Rog-r's optical sensors, just off to the left of the OOM droid's head. He raised his hand in an attempt to gain the attention of his fellow droids, before pointing in the direction of the object.

"I calculate a 35.1% chance of that being a fellow droid." he said, looking expectantly to the other droids around him. "Alternatively, there is a 57.1% chance of it being scrap metal from the crashed transport. Let us go find out."

 

[Kirie]

The modified B1 Battle droid B1-1853 entered the atmosphere of Kalee several hours after the arrival of the main party. The droid, endearingly referred to as 'Sparky' by the smugglers who'd rescued him, steered his old B-7 Light Freighter towards the source of the signal. Sparky had been unable to contact his commander since the call had come out due to a fatal error with his communication systems. That could be fixed another time however.
As Sparky approached the source of the signal in his ship he saw a CIS transport ship impact heavily with the ground, an ancient munificent pitching wildly downwards, out of control, and a second CIS transport barely staying airborne, struggling to the ground. Sparky chuckled as he flew his freighter down to the first crash site. I see the CIS is as competent as ever he thought. Reducing his humour setting to 50% in preparation to meet his commander, Sparky brought the freighter to a gentle halt. 200m to the side of the party of droids nearby.

EDIT: Changed LZ for continuity



[member="Rog-r"] @B1-6745 "Cheese" [member="BX-25233"] [member="TX-96"] @B1-8108 "Grease" [member="B1-8023 Spanner"] [member="OOM-096"]