Sabers' Unite! (Corellian Federation)

[C-02]

Location: Saberhing, Shipyard of Corellian Engineering Corporation



Silence in the comms. That is just what they needed, complete and utter silence. At least, what they needed for now. Getting in had been rather easy. With his skills, C-02 had managed to break through their lines, to secure an opening for a group of shuttles that came in upon landing pads outside the factory. This factory had the purpose of making ships for planets in the Corellia system and nearby. Seven shuttles that off-loaded a whole manner of droids. All of which were a...generous donation from a recent supplier. C-02 had been pleased with the delivery of these forces by their supplier.

The droid signaled for those around to make sure the factory was secure. Having landed down not too long ago, they had taken to securing the facility as soon as touching down. Droids swarmed from the transports, while the heavier variants held their ground around the shuttles, some even carrying recently delivered supplies and whatever they could get not nailed down from around the landing platforms. Some units held their weapons to the skies, waiting for something. Anything to break through the clouds, while guarding those that loaded ships with resources such as steel and other much needed supplies from a shipyard.

C-02 however had elsewhere to be. To secure within. Holding at his forces rear flank, he moved to enter the facility. No doubt by now, aid had been called as soon as they landed before jamming their signal. Only a matter of time...and that was part of the plan. This time, he held no disguise. There was no need for one, not here at least.

Strolling through as if he owned the place, he found little opposition at the entrance. Within, there was no doubt more. They would be dealt with, in time. "Such a waste of precious resources...we shall put them to good use, won't we?" One of his guards simply nodded. He sighed, a grating robotic sound. "Such simple minds...I forget how some of my own kind are."


Forces:

Spoiler

Ant Droids x 7 - holding platforms
Terentatek x 6 - 3 holding platforms, 3 in facility
Scorpion Drones x 15 - 6 holding platforms, 9 within facility
Multitude of Droid Soldiers x 50 - 20 holding platform, 30 in facility

[member="Lisza Starseeker"] [member="Myri Bastra"] [member="Kei Raxis"] [member="Ador Horn"] @ZFR-9E1 [member="Poker"] @ME03

 

[Poker]

Poker was once little more then a droid belonging to a merchant, broken, malfunctioning, as he might be called. An old model Prone to curiosity. But he felt too much of a need to belong among others, for awhile, that was a merchant. In a way [member="C-02"] frees him from that prison. And as a result, Poker had a new freedom and even a goal.

Poker had landed his own ship, and carried with him his ESMS. A specialized type of electro-staff technology. At the moment all Poker was doing was trying to help out, but especially, waiting for the inevitable resistance that was coming. He may have been an old model, but even now a Commando droid was quite a capable weapon. And he had his own special trick of curiosity and personality that give him an unusual level of creativity.