Private Ruins Of A Durasteel Kingdom

[Lord Mettallum]

Alarms were blearing and droids were rushing around trying their hardest to take control of a most dire situation aboard a Refitted Lucre-hulk. Within the bridge sitting on a rather large ornate throne was the droid in command of this vessel who was known to his subordinates as Lord Mettallum. This droid was a hulking piece of machinery dwarfing nearly every other droid save for his elite guard. Once he ruled with other droids a great empire where even organics knelt before him to a landless lord whose legacy was hurtling to an end.

Before this moment The Metal Throne had been traveling within unknown space searching for untapped resources within the cosmos yet this time the vessel was ambushed by an ancient enemy of the Metal Lords. Back in height of his power Lord Mettallum would have easily been able to to repel this assault but now he no longer had the resources to have kept his ship at full operating capacity and now it had plenty of weak spots where weapon systems were no longer functioning or where the hull had not been maintained. The damage the ship was taking was far too much and so an emergency blind jump had to be made.

While they had been able to escape the ambush The Metal Throne had lost large sections of outer rings, none of the engines were operating, most forms of communications were down and to make make matters worse where ever the ship jumped to it had gotten stuck in the gravitational pull of a nearby planet. So now Lord Mettallum sat in his throne feeling something he didn't even know he was programmed to feel Fear. "DAM IT THIS CAN NOT BE HOW I LORD METTALLUM END. WHAT EVER FORM OF COMMUNCIATIONS ARE STILL OPERATIONAL USE THEM TO SEND A SOS, I LORD METTALLUM DO NO CARE IF IT WILL TAKE YEARS FOR IT TO REACH ANY OTHER METAL LORD". In truth Lord Mettallum figured this to be futile as he had few contact with any other Metal Lord in years and wasn't sure if there was anyone else in the galaxy who had access to their communications channel but then again he was the Holy Prophet of the Maker and so if any being was deserving of a miracle it would be him.

Lord Mettallum didn't have long to ponder too long on if there was even a chance he would be saved as the Lucre-hulk entered the planets atmosphere and crashed into its surface causing immense damage all across the vessel. Lord Mettallum himself would find himself suddenly shutting down as he went into emergency power saving mode as most of his hardware got wrecked by the crash.

Decades latter the planet had become a hotspot of salvagers who were willing to risk the dangers of the crashed Lucre-hulk including the many droids that are barely functional but still armed forever stuck defending the remains of their lord who sleeps waiting for someone to respond to his SOS.
Ra'a'mah

 

[Ra'a'mah]

About once a week, Ra would check on some of her old communication devices. One never knew when something new would come in. Picking up the one belonging to the Dominion, she noticed the one from the Metal Lords was vibrating. She had to pinch herself to make sure she wasn't hallucinating this. Once the pain reached her brain, she picked up the item and flipped on the volume.

It had been close to 30 years since this had last gone off, and to say Ra was floored was putting it mildly. It was, unfortunately, an SOS, and she didn't know how long that had been transmitting before it reached her. Running through her mind, the names of the droids she thought it might be, she knew it wasn't HK. That would be too good. Thinking about their different personalities, she zeroed in on it most likely being Lord Mettallum.

Just her luck...one of them that did not really appreciate organics. They had come to an agreement over their years of working together. His droid companions probably weren't going to be as nice as he would be. Knowing exactly what she needed, she had saved this for a rainy day.

As she was trying on the suit to make sure it still fit, she ran a triangulating program to locate where the SOS was coming from. When that was completed, she left a message for Vincent and Vulpesen where she was going and her expected ETA. She was going to rescue an old friend and hope he didn't try to blast her head off.

Lord Mettallum

 

[Lord Mettallum]

A small shanty town had been built at the edge of the crash site by the more stubborn salvagers and explorers who understood that the loot found within a lucre-hulk could make multiple generations live like royalty. One of the more thrifty residents was a Trandoshan by the name of Snar who had multiple clearings and setup landing pads for other salvagers should they be willing to pay the hefty fee. To his luck most who end up paying him don't end up surviving the dangers of the crash site meaning not only did they pay Snar a nice chunk of credits but that Snar also got himself a new free ship.

Not all those who lived in the shanty town were predatory and some would be considered quite helpful like the Twi'lek archologist Jon who had came to this place to study what he originally thought was one of the many different iterations of the CIS' shipwreck. Soon Jon had became an expert on the different droid threats one could find at the crash site and had even claimed to have befriended a few droid patrols that were patrolling the outer edges of the crash site.

Those who did venture to the outer edges of the crash site normally reported that the droids normally had at least one holding a banner with the face of some other droid woven into it and some even claimed that the droids sung hymns while patrolling which most assumed was some kind of programming error caused by the crash.

Ra'a'mah

 

[Ra'a'mah]

Landing her ship on one of the many empty landing pads, Ra was quickly verbally assaulted by a Trandoshan demanding payment. Without much argument, she paid the enormous fee and began checking out the shantytown. Once in a while, she would stop to chat with the various inhabitants. Eventually, she was directed to a Twi'lek named Jon.

For now, she was not wearing her armor and appeared human. Or as human as one can look when they have a bright red fox's tail, glowing golden eyes, and elfin ears.

"Hello, the house!"

She didn't see anyone sitting outside and wasn't sure if anyone was inside. Keeping her distance, she didn't think there would be any violence, but she was always prepared.

Lord Mettallum

 

[Lord Mettallum]

Jon was busy tinkering with the head of a droid he had gotten a few days ago before he swore he just heard someone yelling hello to his humble shack. having glimpse though one of the many small holes and cracks of his abode he saw what looked like a human. It seemed he would have to take a break from trying to uncover the hidden secrets of the droid head for now.

From a speaker above the door of the shack came the sound of Jon's voice though a bit staticky, "My home isn't sentient or atleast I hope it isnt. If you are here to sell a D1 droid's part well I am no longer buying them. If you are here to sell me a different relic or are actually intrested in my studies then you may enter but understand my assistance isn't free". Jon would then proceed to unlock the door and take a seat at a table full of scrap and relics from the crashsite.

Should Ra'a'mah enter the shack she would see alot of ornaments and trinkets bearing the mark of Lord Mettallum and the Maker most of which were in bad condition or in pieces and the head of the droid that Jon was tinkering with was one of the engineering droids that served the Metal Lord before its obvious demise.

 

[Ra'a'mah]

When the speaker came to life above the door of the shack, Ra stopped to listen to what was said.

"I didn't mean to imply your house was alive. May I come..."

Hearing the door unlock, she didn't finish asking the question, and she accepted the invitation to enter. Noticing the clear marks of Mettallum, she had been correct in her guess that it was him, outside of the other obvious signs to her.

"I wouldn't dream of trying to sell you droid parts. Whatever the cost, we can work something out. I'm Ra'a'mah Numare. Thank you for letting me in."

Looking across the various artifacts, she wondered what had happened to bring Lord Mettallum down to the ground.

Lord Mettallum

 

[Lord Mettallum]

Jon wondered what this person was after if not simply trying to sell some of the smaller bits of salvage off. The fact Ra'a'mah mentioned the words whatever the cost filled Jon with excitement but also fear for unless Jon was mistaken it sounded like whoever this person was that they were planning something big or dangerous or both. Suddenly a thought came to Jon's mind what if this person he is speaking to actually knows what this crashed ship is beyond it being a lucre-hulk with strange droids.

Jon straightened up now with a serious look on his face "Tell me Miss Numare do you know what this crash site is or at least what this crashed ship is to you" Jon secretly silently prayed whoever this person was that they were no simply salvager but instead someone who might help his quest to find out the history and secrets of this ship