Telos the Truth [The Primeval dominion of Telos]

[Alric Kuhn]

[member="Danger Arceneau"]

“You may be to some...” Alric answered the false Danger, turning away from her.

He would watch as ATC's trade fleet quickly began to move into position. In the Distance one could already see Titan's own fleet working slowly. It was mostly old constructor ships, but notably there were more than a few MHC's. Those ships were usually utilized to create new headquarters for Titan Industries on a planets surface. Here however they were serving as a basis for the New Citadel Station.

The vessels after all were powerful enough to hold themselves in space, and large enough to allow them to serve as a basis for the Citadel. There was more than a dozen of them, and slowly they were being melded together to form the support of what would become Citadel Staiton.

“Not to me though.” He said solemnly. “Not to me.”

For a moment more he remained silent, not answering her second question. Did the droid know about Silara? He had told Danger, at least told her about a woman that he was In love with. She didn't know any details, she hadn't asked. For some reason she could not imagine Six knowing about it, though she probably did. “I'm thinking about a reason rest.”

It was the only reason, to stay healthy for Silara.

 

[Cira Cat]

[member="Alric Kuhn"]

The rigs to secure the fueling ships would be first. If anything, keeping a steady supply of fuel is what would ensure that construction and production would continue seamlessly.

Thereafter would the mobile construction repair ships be sent towards the edges of Citadel Station to start on construction. Working with Titan Industries was flowing more smoothly with each cooperative project. Granted, most of the 'verse did not know that ATC and Titan had been working under the books for three years now.

Ever since the first join project in the Research and Development of the Aspha Serum.

"Why?" came Six's question. It made no logical sense. "Personality, looks, mannerisms, and memories." she said simply, following as he would turn, keeping the distance close to him.

"I am Danger Arceneau." she would inform Alric. "My most recent update was as of a week ago."

"Ask me anything and I can answer it accordingly just as her. a blink.

Oh that was a curious curio. What did she mean by that?

 

[Azrael Asura]

OBJECTIVE: 2; Secure Area
SUB-OBJECTIVE: Beat The Last Of The Fools
ALLIES: [member="The Smallest One"], [member="Anja Aj'Rou"]
ENEMIES: NPCs, [member="Keira Ticon"]

At this point he was fairly certain that the Host Lord and her Guard would easily defeat the rogue. How could they not? It was them, two powerful warriors, against a single combatant. Unless this woman was exceptionally powerful... Well, the results would be clear soon enough! In the meantime our not-so-friendly was busying himself with eradicating the last of the possessed farmer resistance (PFR?). Wasn't exactly difficult. With the R.A.F. working alongside him...

They'd likely be done before the duel was.

Partway through dodging a slash and attacking the attacker he glanced at the three duelists. Now, he wasn't an expert on human mating rituals... but part of him wondered when the main two (the Host Lord + Rogue) were going to kiss. They seemed like they had some sort of connection. Was he reading this wrong? Or were they fighting to prove their worthiness as a mate?... That made sense. Azrael hoped the Rogue was a strong woman. The Host Lord deserved no less!

 

[Beowoof]

Objective: Prove her mettle in snowball combat
Location: Outside the temple
Allies: [member="Anja Aj'Rou"], [member="Azrael Asura"]
Enemies: [member="Keira Ticon"]

A swing and a miss. The Sith had nearly cleaved the enemy off the first strike, but one who appeared to be as stout in the Jedi arts as this one would not be taken so easily. So the dark one slashed again.

Her second swing was not in the least delayed, immediately arcing across from The Smallest One's left to right and aiming for the head of the Host Lord's opponent. The Sith was not often the most aggressive type, but with an ally on her side in this little conflict, she was going to press hard until the dark Jedi could not possibly defend herself from the tandem blows of the Primeval duelists.

 

[Alric Kuhn]

[member="Danger Arceneau"]

He smiled slightly as the droid responded. It was the response that he had expected from it. The one that he knew had been coming. He wasn't quite sure how he had known, whether he was predicting Dangers behavior or that of the HRD's. He supposed it didn't really matter in the end.

“You misunderstand me, six.” There was an edge to his voice, not a dangerous one, not a mean one, simply a distinction in how he had been talking. He was now addressing the droid itself, not the false image of Danger. “Just because I say you're not her doesn't make you any less. You may have her mannerisms, her memories, her personality, but you're not Danger.”

Alric turned to her briefly, eying her. “You're something else all your own, just not her.”

It was an odd sort of compliment, not a detraction on the HRD, but more the pointing out of differences. Of course what those differences were was difficult to say, only that Alric Kuhn was one of the few people in the galaxy who could actually notice them. Perhaps that was because of his observant Nature, or maybe he was just lucky.

Either way as Citadel Station began to take form in front of them, as the support struts and beams o durasteel began to be welded slowly together, Alric Kuhn simply watched.

 

[Cira Cat]

[member="Alric Kuhn"]

Silence would lengthen between the two as Six would process this information. To a degree, it was a bit comical as much as it was confounding. There was this expression that spoke of the deep well of introspection the Human Replica Droid was processing through. Couldn't do much about it but let her work through it.

Her head would swivel out beyond the viewport, blinking quietly to herself. The panoramic vision of Citadel Station in the midst of being reconstructed through the joint venture of Titan Industries and Arceneau Trade would be lost to the HRD. A droid, after all, while she could process logical outcomes and data, could not admire the beauty of the majesty of the project being built in front of her.

Everything was algorithms and logical output.

Such a strange thing when her personally was fitted to match that of Danger Arceneau.

How can she be something else on her own?

 

[Alric Kuhn]

He smiled slightly.

Apparently he had managed to silence the droid for the time being. He supposed that was something. Of course the Human Replica Droid would not be able to contemplate idle philosophy, they weren't really programmed to be able to do so. They were intelligent, and this one was a copy of Danger Arceneau, he supposed that would add something to the mix.

Yet, she was still different.

Not any less of a being, but simply different. The HRD could never see the galaxy the same way as the real Danger could.

Alric rubbed the pads of his fingers together, an unconscious motion, one that came about as he watched Citadel Station taking slow shape. The steel beams being welded together, the MCH's being produced. He knew exactly what the station would look like when finished. The massive sprawling planetary orbital would look to eclipse many others.

Briefly he wondered how long it would be before this one was destroyed.

 

[Cira Cat]

The construction of a large fuel port within Citadel Station would start to take place. Time would tick on by, the Human Replica Droid still processing Alric's words.

Every now and then the beep of a comm would bring forth updates. With Telos being a prime location for traffic along the Hydian Hyperspace lane, there was an assurity at the increase in profit and access to the sector. Arceneau Trade prior to the Chaos had several Trade Stations scattered across Mandalorian Space. Telos will serve as a halfway point for ATC from the Coreworlds out to the Headquarters on Etti IV.

Finally, what seemed like a lifetime, Six would speak once more.

"It would be in the best interest to seek to consult the United Mandalorian Clans." she said simply. It was logical. To ignore the former occupants of Telos was a suicide to the construction of the Citadel Station in and of itself.

 

[Alric Kuhn]

Alric frowned slightly. Yes, the Mandalorian Clans. They knew of Titan Industries of course. They knew who they mostly manufactured for. The Mandalorians had faced more of Titans Products than anyone save for the Republic.

“I'll leave that to ATC.” Alric said quietly. “Citadel Station will be populated by more than the United Mandalorian Clans, more than the citizens of Telos. It is my hope that eventually this place will become a haven for refugees and citizens of the galaxy.”

He spoke as though there were Cameras in the room, as if he was making a grand speech.

Of course it was all just PR in the end. Alric didn't care who lived on Citadel Station, as long as he got what he wanted, as long as things ran smoothly. He would hate to establish a military presence here, mostly because it would cause trouble for The Primeval.

Alric didn't want that.

 

[Cira Cat]

Six gave a small nod at that. It was logical for Arceneau to make the first step with the Mandalorian Clans. The PR and the history with Titan Industries would certainly likely provoke high tensions and strained responses from the Mandalorians.

"I will set up a meeting with the current Mandalore. The events of Echoy'la will also be of concern to them." she said simply. She would have to find out if the current Mandalor was still alive. Had he also disappeared with the rest of the raptured?

It was certainly something to investigate.

If anything, ensuring that there was a measure of stability and making sure that there will be little collateral damage to not only the residents but to the Citadel Station would be optimal.

The following weeks would see every subsidiary under Arceneau Trade finding a port to call home among Citadel Station. It would become a major trade world once more, ensuring that the trade lanes used by Arceneau remain stable for not only her own industry, but others.

 

[Keira Priest]

Objective: Win this snowball fight
Location: Outside the temple
Enemies: [member="The Smallest One"], [member="Azrael Asura"], [member="Anja Aj'Rou"]

Facing two opponents at the same time was a feat Keira hadn't attempted until this moment, and it was exponentially more difficult than she'd anticipated. The instinctive movements of her most recent adversary told her that the other woman was likely a student, but that didn't make things any easier. The least skilled often had the most potential to do the most damage in the right scenario. And with her attention being kept firmly on her primary fight, that was more than true. It wasn't often she felt that her life was genuinely in danger when in battle, but this was one of those situations. She hadn't come expecting a fair fight, and it wouldn't be delivered.

Not bothering attempting to dispel or otherwise block the snow she merely squinted through it, allowing the Force and instinct to guide her where sight failed. Her saber raised at nearly the last second, and with a flick of her wrist attempted to unbalance her opponent, not sparing any strategy. This was no time to back down.

The cut from behind went undetected save for that familiar feeling that told her to dodge seconds before she met an untimely death, and she did just that, ducking mere seconds before the blade would have connected. With the Force behaving as unnaturally as it had been lately, she didn't concede to calling it to bear just yet, despite the two close calls that had happened within seconds of each other, both almost resulting in her death or injury.

 

[Boethiah]

Anja didn't hesitate to continue swinging her vibroblade. Without a moments notice she swung again, this time aiming for the waist as she feinted a kick to the shin. The addition of [member="The Smallest One"] would make the duel more or less one-sided, if it wasn't already. The force may not have been their ally but swordsmanship was about two things: Who kept the pace and how many numbers you had.

Despite this, she wasn't ready to underestimate her opponent. Someone who managed to escape the Host Lord's fleet over Gulamendis is a survivalist to say the least. It was a feat worth noting, not praising. The witch was silent throughout the ordeal, preferring to concentrate on the fight rather than boast or quip. Her opponent on the other hand seemed to be the opposite, trying to stir up emotion where ever she could. Of course although it may not work on Anja, perhaps the Sith ally of hers would react differently. Tactics were something that required observation, to know how to defeat your opponent required you to know your opponent.