Return of the Metal Lords (FWC Dominion of Denon - Hex U-33

[Riamah]

It was time. The Coalition had taken in all the remaining Metal Lords that wished to join with them. But now it was time to go back. The world they that had lived upon.


Denon.


Civil War had broken out a rogue droid had taken control of Denon and it’s resources. It had dominion of the organics and droids alike that had not been able to flee. The creatures of metal had made a temporary home on worlds close to Denon but to them it was not the same. It was not the home they had imagined or begun to fashion for themselves and the organics of Denon.


The request brought to the Coalition she looked at it apprehensively. She felt odd once again. Denon was not the natural home of the Metal Lords. It belonged to organics like herself she knew the Senator from Denon during the days of the Republic. She remembered that HK had said they did not go an invade Denon. She wasn’t sure that there wasn’t a slim line that was crossed.


But they had promised no organics were enslaved, or harmed. They merely wanted a home and to help the organics there. To live in a harmony with them. Allow them to do what they wanted as they would do as they wanted.


Faith could not go to this, she sent Theo instead. He had gone to Denon to help before she would put it upon him to go again. See with his own eyes and report to her.



Objectives:

1.Find the rogue who started the civil war and allow the metal lords to deal with it.


2.Establish trade agreements with Denon to support all organics beings present.


3.Remove any remaining threats.


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[C-02]

Upon a steel throne sat a rather proud looking droid. And...perhaps bored as well. The droid had beaten it's enemy back, and had made this throne as a sort of prize to itself. There were few ships in and just above the atmosphere, the battle against the Metal Lords had been a harsh one for both sides. C-02's forces were small, and the droid knew if there were an attack by anyone besides the Metal Lords, it would be a lost battle. The droid had spared the Merchant Fleet, but it was less of a mercy and more as a reminder.

C-02 knew one thing was for certain; someone would be coming. For Denon, and for the droid's head. The droid's response to that, was to let them come. The droid had many plans, for it considered itself a true tactical genius. They would be given a fight worth their time.

 

[WD-334]

Finally. And just in time, the reconstruction had been complete. In it's protocol droid body, the war droid stood upon the bridge it's pride of it's fleet. The Obsidian Fist. And now was the time to enact the next part of the war droid's plan. To take the fight to them. The droid may have had only one ship, but it was going to take as many of them down as it could. As many of the traitors as it could. For it was the droid's duty to rebuild the Metal Lord forces. And to take vengeance. "Prepare to arrive to Denon" the droid announced across the bridge. The engines primed, then the ship was thrust into hyperspace.

 

[Zark San Tekka]

Heresy.

Lord Calixis had been betrayed, his Mechanicum's covenant broken. All seemed truly lost.

Forge Denon was their sect of tech worshipers' oldest and largest manufactorum facility, part vast assembly line and part religious convent. Now it was in chaos, hereteks within their ranks had risen up as one and quickly set about the grim task of butchering their former comrades. From the lowest dregs all way up to some of their kingdom's most effective components, enginseer struggled against enginseer throughout the main compound. Explosions rocked the foundations, sabotage efforts most likely, but not as many as Archim expected given such a coordinated strike.

These traitors sought to do more than lay waste to the Forge, they were attempting a full scale coup. The sheer scale of it all threatened to drain his resolve, so many of his most trusted confidants had been working against him all this time. How long ago had it begun, and why? He desperately sought the answers to these questions, but was forced by circumstance to focus on little else right now other than moment to moment survival.

Mechadendrites fully extended, the spider-like mechanical limbs were a blur of motion. The autoblaster attachment over the back of his left shoulder was beginning to overheat, its automated targeting system tracking from target to target on the weapon's heavy repeater setting. Between two cybernetic legs and a pair of dendrites, his lower extremities allowed him to move at a frightened pace. The last two dendrites were covered in oily gore, both the bladed edge and his utility claw.

"TO ME, MY FAITHFUL," his internal transmitter blared out on every frequency he had access to, attempting to rally those still loyal to their Chief Hierarchitect.

A flurry of blaster fire tracked his signal back to its source, and the Metal Lord would have been perforated if he had not cast his cybernetic arm out in front of him and, with a wave manifested a barrier which absorbed the incoming blasts. His time in seclusion on Mechanus after contact with the Shard during the Rishii Maze incident had greatly increased his skill as a technomancer, and among other things was now capable of conjuring the same type of shields as trained Jedi and Sith, only where they used the Force, he relied on the creative use of technology, in this case a custom personal energy shield device.

"ABERRANT PROGRAMMING WILL BE DELETED OR QUARANTINED. PURGE THE HERETEKS! ORDER MUST BE RESTOR-"

Archim's frantic orders were interrupted when, as one, his enemy at last deigned to reply. For the first time, these wordless attackers cried out in unison.

"False prophet!" each of them chanted, over and over again, at first in perfect sync. But then, their cries slowly grew more and more entropic until they sounded more akin to a staccato of gibbering shouts.

Another explosion rocked the Forge several levels below, causing the cyborg's surroundings to shudder. No matter how many of these abominations he put down, their reinforcements seemed endless. And the worst part of it all in his mind was that from the looks of things production throughout the facility had completely ceased. Such a waste.

[member="Ra'a'mah"] | [member="C-02"] | [member="WD-334"]​

 

[Theo Vereen]

Denon.

He didn't know much more than he did before when he was here. It was a world full of people like himself and in orbit around them the Metal Lords. What had happen to them he still didn't have all the answers.

He stood there looking out the viewport first thing he set his eyes upon the station. Then to the planet. Trade Agreements, removing threats...or helping them find out the rogue. He wasn't sure. He like his mother felt a bit odd even though he understood these droids were sentient and knew right from wrong it just didn't settle right in his thoughts. Maybe because he didn't spend a lot of time with them.

"Captain Vereen."

Theo had to take a break from what he was thinking so hard upon, "yes."

A pretty lieutenant she just finished officers school. What was her name again? "Lt. Graves, Malvina right. What's up?" He slid his hands into his pockets waiting for her to answer. What was she about 20, maybe. Not from a noble family, lately that was proving to be a plus.

"Ground reports from civilians you wanted to see them."

He nodded, "thanks resume your station. Anything changes let me know."

He took the datapad and began reading about the civilians on the planet.

 

[Marina DeVoe]

The Mariner IV dropped out of hyperspace and onto the system Denon.

Marina had been requested by her Queen, [member="Faith Organa"] to lend a hand with the coalition as far as providing humanitarian support to the organics and coalition forces by means of medical supplies, including supporting the medical teams and transporting evacuees and wounded, if there was a sort of skirmish. The queen hopefully prayed it didn't escalate into that. But she did leave it up to Marina to use her discretion should things get out of hand. And to see if The Mariner IV could be of any assistant to Leeto Vereen 's main cruiser.

There before her at a mere 13,500km distant away was Leeto's ship cresting the horizon of Denon. her sensors had quickly picked it up among the other various ships around the system. His vessel had already established high orbit over the planet and Marina set her course for it at minimal speed till she would receive permission to enter it's space envelope. If she entered it without authorization it could be seen as hostile, despite the Mariner being Alderaani registered.

"Mariner IV to Captain Vereen.... requesting permission to approach...over." She hailed his ship.
Marina had been instructed to keep military protocols, as it was an official FWC response and presence in that system.

 

[C-02]

C-02 was seeming restless and bored. There was still fighting across Denon, between those loyal to C-02's cause and against it. Fighting at some Forge the droid had heard of had certainly held the droid's interest, but not enough. It wanted something more. Evidence that the Metal Lords were indeed coming. It tapped it's metallic fingers along the arms of the throne. "Where is the action? The Metal Lords must be lacking much more than I first believed in forces...surely they would come, right?" C-02 asked, looking to a random droid. Then shrugged. They would surely come...they would surely...

A droid burst into the room and C-02 stood. "Scans show a force of ships arriving above Denon...One of them matches the description the Obsidian Shield's flagship." If C-02 had an actual moving mouth, it would have grinned wide. "Finally...so it begins. Ready our forces!" All they had was a few ships, some Abregado War Galleys and a single damaged Tome'tayl. But it was not the defeat of the Metal Lords it was after. Oh no...C-02 only wished to merely toy with them some more.

[member="Marina DeVoe"] [member="Theo Vereen"] [member="Archim Calixis"] @Ra'a'mah

 

[WD-334]

Objective: 1
Post: 2

WD-334 watched from the bridge of the Obsidian Fist. More ships arrived, FWC ships. Nothing of WD's concern, WD's concern was the rogue. And in it's way were a few damaged ships, turncoats. "Prepare shuttles for ground assault. We shall take the fight to the-" Then there was an alert. "Incoming transmission!" WD looked to a nearby console to see the transmission; coordinates. What it was to, the droid had no idea...Perhaps it was a call for help...or [member="C-02"] was tempting them. The war droid had already been tempted by the traitor. But this time, it would not.

The war droid went to a holding chamber where it's larger body was, and using a transmitter built into the protocol droid, transferred itself. Then with that, activating in it's larger body. This would be the first time it goes into combat. A perfect test. "Send a transmission to all remaining Metal Lords...The time has come for vengeance."

 

[Errreembuhr]

Errreembuhr's induction into the Metal Lords had come only shortly before their fall, but even he'd heard of C-02 and the droid's role in that self-same fall. While he had no personal stake in this fight it was one he was dedicated to throwing his might behind, however small it may be. With his cruiser dropping out of orbit above the planet he found himself in the company of several other ships. He recognized the official Alderaanian ships of [member="Marina DeVoe"] and [member="Theo Vereen"], and the Obsidian Fist, flagship of @WD-334. Fighting had yet to begin, but it would come soon.

With the press of a button he was connected to the hangars, who'd been given orders previously to prepare the dropships for landing on the planet's surface.

"Troops begin final preparations for departure for Denon orbit. Wait for your signal before boarding the dropships." He looked now to the communications officer, TS-3343, one that he called Mechi. "Open up a channel for me to the other Coalition ships gathered."

"Right away, Sir."

Within seconds he was through. "This is Errreembuhr, representative of New Plympto. My forces are preparing to land. Do we know anything about what we will be facing on the planet's surface?"

He took a second ponder whether or not C-02 would possess ships of his own. While Errreembuhr's ship was sturdy, and held enough hangar space for his dropships and fighters should they find combat in orbit, an anti-fighter interdictor was of little use against larger ships. He would be a large target if it came to that.

[member="C-02"] | @Ra'a'mah

 

[Theo Vereen]

[member="Marina DeVoe"]

"Captain"

Theo looked over hearing a female voice, House Devoe. "Permission granted"

Theo knew who Marina was, and who her father was. Her father a man slowly growing in power on Alderaan currently sat on the High Council, his daughter Marina was as constant a companion to his mother as Bekka. He wondered what brought Lady Devoe to Denon.

Taking a deep breath he hoped she wasn't one of those flightly blondes that made you want to choke them within minutes of meeting them. A flip of her hair, bat of her lashes and she thought everyone would fall over...not on this ship. He made his way down to the hangar deck with the Mariner IV was directed to land. He stood there watching the ship slip through the fields separating them from space.

What could Lady Devoe want here, it was a puzzle for certain.

@Errreembuhr | [member="WD-334"] | [member="C-02"] | [member="Archim Calixis"]

 

[Marina DeVoe]

It didn't take long for her to get a responce. Her ship the Mariner IV must have been in their data banks, as Marina had not been required to transmit more verification. She had permission to proceed and vector her landing to the specified hanger deck.

"Come again?..." This request to land took her by surprise, as she hadn't intended nor asked to dock, but provide assistance. But the communication from the bridge had been transmitted to her in a form of an order to land her ship inside. "....did you wish for me to land inside?"

That was affirmative.
Marina had no recourse but to comply, and land her ship inside. After all she knew she'd be under the command somewhat of the queen's son in this en-devour.
"Roger that...Mariner IV proceeding with approach to hangar bay.." She had been on a impulse speed before getting permission to approach, and punched her sub-drives. The 13,000 km distance narrowed quickly and she was soon vectoring her ship into the hanger in a smooth one point landing.

"Shut her down, TK. No one likes a ship idling in their hanger bay" She instructed her droid to handle the drives, as she got up from her seat.
Why had she been ordered to land inside, she didn't know. But as she was about to leave the cockpit, she spotted [member="Theo Vereen"] heading toward her in the hangar.
"Hmm..." looked like she was going to get her answer.

 

[Theo Vereen]

And there she was. He looked up and could see her face through the viewport, yep blonde. Strike one. He made his way over to where she should exit and waited. He had to remember that she was a member of his mother's staff and deserved the respect of her rank. Which was daughter of the Duke technically she could be a Countess but he hadn't heard that she had been named so.

She had the luck of being born second like him. He wondered did she consider it a blessing or a curse? He hadn't found that answer for himself yet. It was probably something that he wouldn't get until Laira came to power. Would it change her?

A few of the crew stood milling about wanting to get a look at [member="Marina DeVoe"] he thought about shooing them off. He didn't best to nip the rumors, and assumptions in the bud.

 

[Marina DeVoe]

Unlike her father, who was militaristic, she like her mother and late grandmother were traditional pacifists. As much a contrast it were between the male DeVoes and females, there was a sense of balance that it brought withing House DeVoe. It were no different than the checks and balances of power within a Democratic government. The DeVoes had that down for quite a few centuries already.

Marina descended down the ramp of the Mariner IV, coming face to face with the son of the Royal House whom she had never met. It were strange in some ways, but unavoidable as far as circumstances, as she had been home schooled til about 10 years of age , before she were sent throughout many parts of the galaxy to study. Her only time home were during holidays and family traditions. This kept her from attending many of the Royal events, surrounding the Houses on Alderaan.

So it was both an opportunity for them to finally meet, and having the next generation of their two Houses find the means of working together. Only again, she were presented with one (Theo) having military power at his disposal, while she were here on a humanitarian mission. It was no different between Theo and his own mother. One had the means of military strength, while the other always sought to seek a peaceful means of settling matters.

"Greetings Captain Vereen, I were sent here by her majesty Queen [member="Faith Organa"] ..." She began, not mentioning that she were his mother. After all, that was obvious, but also that this was a military vessel and Marina knew to keep it formal, as this was no backyard picnic.
"My ship the Mariner IV is a civilian registered vessel and completely unarmed. I believe her majesty had thought that perhaps a non-military vessel could breech the lines and provide some humanitarian aid to some populace down below that are in desperate need of both medical supplies and emergency food.
My ship can transport your medical personnel planet side, along with said medical aid and food, which I hold in my cargo bay. " She figured on giving him the quick run down as to her presence here if he had not been fully contacted.

This of course meant many things for the Mariner. Marina as a civilian pilot could help with organics that were too close to the possible hot zones and evacuate them off planet or to a safer location elsewhere below.
As long as no side fired the first round, she could go down there and start helping and giving much needed aid to the organics.

"I am just puzzled as to why my ship was requested to land inside. Am I to transfer the supplies on board the Mariner IV to your personnel?" She asked.
Not knowing if the situation down on Denon may have deteriorated, and maybe the Captain thought it best if she unload the supplies to his ship.

 

[Theo Vereen]

[member="Marina DeVoe"]

"You were requested to land because I have no idea what you and her majesty have put together" He nodded to everyone who quickly found other things to do. "You say you are going to go down and offer aide to the inhabitants of Denon?"

He had not yet moved he stood there a bit stiff as he exchanged words with Lady DeVoe. "Do you know what happen on Denon before?" Now he moved he had too the muscles in his legs were protesting from his formal stance. He shifted his weight and leaned slightly.

Did she knew about the Metal Lords? Their history with Denon, and what had happened here not long ago?

 

[Marina DeVoe]

"No, not entirely, no." She hesitated a moment. " I'm not privi to military intelligence, as it happens...more like receive bias reports on what had taken place...one sided. Mostly from the perspective of the overwhelming forces that have cut off the other side's communications. I, like many humanitarian volunteers have to sort through these reports and most times gather the truth ourselves." She explained it as she were involved in these affairs most times.

Just because she was an intern under the queen didn't mean the queen received all the right information. as such, there were many sources from which the queen herself drew information from. A fair monarch would not make pertinent decisions on solely one or two sources of intelligence. The queen at times sent her interns to give her first hand info on the civilian population and their plight. This was why Marina was sent here by Queen [member="Faith Organa"] , to be her second set of objective eyes...and to provide humanitarian aid if possible.

"There are many organics down there...including humanoids among them, that are currently cut off and are in desperate need of basic essentials, not discounting medical supplies. The current military presence surrounding Denon are in many ways creating a kind of blockade to the normal flow of commerce to the system.
It is one of the reasons I am here, Captain [member="Theo Vereen"]."

 

[Theo Vereen]

Military Intelligence. He wasn't so sure it was classified as such but yeah ok he would take that as an answer. But the more she talked the more it sounded to him like she thought everyone lied and only through her own investigative skills of reading reports could she know the truth.

Really? So this was the person whose family was guarding the Northern borders? Where did she learn this mistrust? He smiled a bit tightly but he did manage to smile. If he had heard her thoughts about the information given to his mother, the former military intelligence officer for the Republic about how she may not have received truthful information...well he would have lost it.

"I myself reported to the Queen on what had happen here before. Plus she also met with Ra'a'mah."

So he thought as she continued to speak.

"I take it you have not been in many violent altercations, or wars." Looking at her fresh face, sparkling eyes, and the firm tone she spoke in he couldn't help but think she naive. But he met a lot of people like that on patrols. Eh. So...he put aside his feelings.

"So you want to take your ship to the planet and help everyone there. Is that right?" He wanted to be sure.

[member="Marina DeVoe"]

 

[Marina DeVoe]

"Well that's my point....your presence here is on a military level....my's otherwise, captain..." She replied, getting a sort of odd feeling his royalness was talking down to her.

Had she been in altercations, like combat? If he had such intelligence he'd know she had plenty altercations and with the likes of The First Order and the Galactic Empire no less. But she weren't here to give him her resume, as most likely by his demeanor he seemed just to tolerate her presence here.
How did she pick up on his attitude? Her travels and associations with the likes of the Underworld, mercenaries and the likes, had honed her intuition on individuals like Theo. He had no clue as to her capabilities fueled through her convictions.

"If you're meaning did I ever engage in wars...then no. " She curtly replied.
If she read him right, no matter what she said, he wasn't going to give her credit for...for the queen's son seemed to already have a predisposition of her. But this was nothing new. For as much as her House had always supported the Royal lineage of Organa, there was an age old curse of sort. None of the two bloodlines ever mixed. She had thought on this matter a while ago, and had chalked it up to circumstances...funny at that. But now she could feel the friction between the two. Perhaps there was a sort of genetic incompatibility between the bloodline....perhaps.

"I fight on a different plane, than with armies or fleets. I fight hunger, indifference, and will evacuate individuals and families out of harms way. Like warmongers, I put my life on the line to do it, because it is in my blood." She eyed him, as he did her, twitching her nose, as if it were irritated..

Marina could be happy-go-lucky and quite likable...only now she could as well have been forced to land on an Imperial ship...it felt as thus.

"I can't help everyone down there, no." His condescending questions were what did him in.
What did he think she was thinking? That she was going down there hooping and hollering like a lone carvery-woman and save them all? She knew he didn't think that, but just talking to her in that manner was inexcusable...especially for the queen's son.
"But if I succeed in just helping one, it is worth my risk. Unlike fleets, I don't play with numbers...I just do it." She knew it was probably going over his head, as he was above her and she was just tolerated in his presence.

"Permission to be on my way then?...unless you have a specific task for a civilian registered ship?" She didn't have to spell it out, as her ship could very well enter Denon without mishap and be able to assist some organics with said aid that she had come here with.



[member="Theo Vereen"]

 

[Theo Vereen]

Oo the hairs were up on her neck. She was either figuring things our or just getting all hot and bothered for whatever female reason. "My presence here by order of the Queen of Alderaan to look at a planet where her friend once was. My presence here is for the military point of view which protects civilian ships such as your own, an Alderaani registered vessel I might say. Which means if your are going to the planet i'm going with you."

Yes he was sworn to protect all citizens of Alderaan and the Coalition. Whether they liked it or not. Even if she did twitch her nose like a cute little bunny.

He smiled at the thought of her twitching little nose.

Shoot me now he thought.

[member="Marina DeVoe"]

 

[Marina DeVoe]

Did the queen's son just grow another head, right in front of her? It certainly looked like it, the way Marina shot a look at him, after he made his announcement of going with her.

"Huh?..??
Say what?....what do you mean...accompanying me?" He perplexed reaction clearly stated she were taken back by this.
There were several ways she was processing this and none were to her liking...not one bit.
One, he could mean to escort her ship with a star-fighter or two...meaning they would be armed = not happening.
Two, he could be meaning to come on board her ship...armed of course. = again not happening.
Three-.... Oh shoot, she knew she had forgotten to do something before disembarking her ship.
'Damn it', she thought to herself.
Marina had been too occupied in figuring out why she received the orders to land in this hangar bay, that she had unbuckled out of her seat and stormed down her ship's ramp to find out why.

"...uhm...wait...." She held up her index, to halt the conversation a moment.
All this anxiety certainly had her twitching, and now fidgeting for more than the one reason. This was just embarrassing to say the least. She cursed herself for thinking she could hold it. But he had frustrated her in his demeanor, and now she was beyond the comfort zone.

"...sigh...." This was not going to gain her any points on his score board.
"I need to use your refresher room first...captain...." biting her lips shut, her eyes swung over to some insignificant point on the hangar wall.
She had crossed her arms...and legs too, mind you.

 

[Theo Vereen]

Good grief really? She was really giving him a headache. He pointed to his right to a door that had a pink lady painted on it.

"And yes, go with you down to the planet. Protect the interests of Alderaan, her Queen, and the people of Alderaan, and the Coalition." Yes that meant her too. How is it she could go from one moment instilling thoughts of something cute to promoting the ladies restroom.

His father would have skinned him alive if he had gone into a meeting and said, ooo wait I have to go. The spanking of his life for certain would have followed. Well maybe not of his life but it would have been something to make an impression on him.

His father had a strong hand. He preferred his mother's discipline.

He looked at the blonde. Pretty soon she'd dance across the floor with her eyes turning yellow. The day is getting longer.

[member="Marina DeVoe"]