Faction The Dreadnought [Prologue]

[Vaessh Kar]

The tall figure was marching through the massive bronzen bulkhead. It had very fine and elaborate engravings which would be invisible to the organic eye, just the large cog and the skull on top were visible and perceptible for obtusers. Only those with highly altered brains and visual receptors could relish the mathematical perfection and complex binary art.

In the background everyone could hear the sounds of the factory around, Kar was coming out of his sanctum deep inside of his massive, steaming and roaring place. The stomp-stomp-stomp-stomp of presses and engines was echoing in the background and making the floor vibrate in steady rhythm. Now and then a stronger shake would be felt, a sign of life of the world they were on. Mustafar was in permanent tectonic activity, its large volcanic landscapes being the chosen location of the Factory Prime of Titan Advanced Droid Forges. Kar was utilizing the heat of a volcano below the factory to power it, he had developed the technology and pushed it to extremes on this planet.

An open invitation was extended to scientists and researchers, to leaders of industry and commerce and to possible investors. This was as far as the official part was concerned. But the actual invitation was an offer send to everyone and everything that was a cyborg, a droid or an AI to gather under the fold and protection of Vaessh Kar.
Time and time enough it was shown that those led by politics, religion or philosophy were ill suited to cater the needs of the Galaxy. The future has always been with the science, the future has always been through machines, engines and calculators, not through some mystical field of energy, some letters written tens of millennia ago or the idea of laws. Progress was to be unleashed, the superiority of science and machines over petty ethics and flesh to be proven. That was the proclamation the Lord Fabricator made. That is why he invited cyborgs, droids and all forms of sentient machines to join him.

Mustafar was the area of operation for the cyborg lord and his factory was spanning many kilometers, and it was just one. It was also his home, his ‘palace’ as individuals of lesser form would call it. The area where to welcome outsiders and potential partners was at the edge of a cliff, overseeing a large valley of lava streams.

Titan Advanced Droid Forges is the corporate host of the event and offers a variety of possibilities to engage in fruitful chatter for business and research. On the veranda overseeing the lava valley representative droids of the company as well as bartenders cater the needs of those arriving, several secluded areas with audio and visual blockers are around to ensure privacy. The companies droids are fully authorized to sign contracts as well as offer them and are directly linked to Vaessh Kar, the Lord Fabricator. Magna Guards ensure the security.

Vaessh Kar has extended his hands to the Galaxys’ unorganics. He directly meets and converses with those that arrive and calculates their use for the future, committing to an informal information exchange on an analogue basis.

Tag(s): General Xalax , Voxum , Lucinda Anguish , Ventura Zen , Aerith Krayt
(Open to anyone who believes to fit, you can ask here if you are unsure)​

 

[Voxum]

Why was he here?

The vastness of the room mattered little to the former Security droid as he stepped in. From under the tattered cloak that covered his battered body the faint, white glow of his photoreceptors scanned. Who else was here? Why were they here? Could they tell him why he was? Aimless for centuries, K-3S5 had yet to find his new purpose. His new path. As the hulking figure ceased his scan to instead stand by the door in standby, he truly hoped this would give him a path forward.

Vaessh Kar

 

[Xalax]

As the Scar Of Lasan exited hyperspace above the planet Mustafar, Xalax paced up and down the command deck of the old starship, computing all of the information he knew. He had been invited to the planet by an individual called Vaessh Kar to discuss scientific and industrial progress. However, given that he was being invited, Xalax hypothesized that Kar had a hidden agenda.

Before deciding to come to the meeting, Xalax had done some research about Kar and his company, Titan Advanced Droid Forges. The company had a reputation for innovative solutions, and ambitions towards “greater things”. Vaessh Kar remained quite a mystery though. It was fairly certain that Kar was at least partiality mechanical, and this apparently made him quite off-putting to organics. His origins were rather vague and poorly recorded, but it was consistently agreed that he had been hiding in Wild Space for quite some time before founding his company.

Xalax had also been hiding for many years, but not by choice. He had only recently re-created his fleet, and escaped the barren planet of Lasan, but that is a story for another time.

A small, grey communications droid pressed a few buttons on its computer, instantly messaging Xalax’s droid brain. “We have been approved to land on landing pad 23 of the Titan Advanced Droid Forges Facility.” Xalax immediately contacted the hangar area using his built-in messaging system. “Prepare a shuttle to land on landing pad 23 of the Titan Advanced Droid Forges Facility.” Xalax had analyzed the situation, and he was fairly certain that he has not walking into a trap, but one could never be too careful. He motioned towards two heavily modified B-2 Super Battle Droids, who followed him towards the shuttle bay.

On his way out, Xalax also grabbed his J-19 Bo Rifle which he had scavenged while stranded on Lasan. He had thoroughly examined the weapon, and had trained himself how to use it well, but he had never actually had a reason to use it, and was only 75% confident in his abilities with it. He had calculated that there was only about a 5% chance that he would actually need it, but that was not a risk he wanted to take.

After boarding the Maxillipede Class Shuttle that was waiting for him in the hangar bay with the two B-2 super battle droids, Xalax sat down and waited for the shuttle to reach its destination. As the shuttle entered the atmosphere of Mustafar, the pilot droid claimed that there would be some atmospheric turbulence. This did not bother Xalax too much, so he decided to compute about what he knew about Mustafar. He had been there once before, back when the Clone Wars he had originally been constructed for were still going on. He had been overseeing a mining operation on the planet, with the intent to find ultrachrome ore. He was stationed there for around a month when he had been transferred to managing Operation Wrinkle. The operation had been what had caused him to end up stranded in the first place, and-

Xalax’s computations were interrupted by the pilot announcing that they were about to crash. All of the droids on board braced for impact, and after a great CRAIIIKK , the shuttle rumbled and stopped moving. Xalax assessed the damage that had been done to the craft. The entire rear half had apparently been buried into the surface of the planet, and both of the dorsal fins had broken off at some point, as the barely functional computer of the shuttle registered them as missing. The two super battle droids began searching through a box on the shuttle, which contained various tools and devices. After some searching, they found the pair of laser cutters that they were looking for.

It took a little under 30 minutes to cut an opening large enough for the droids to crawl through, and more than once during the process the cutter malfunctioned and had to be fixed. As they worked, the pilot droid used what was left of the shuttle’s power to send a distress call to the Titan Advanced Droid Forges Facility, containing their planetary coordinates and information about who they were. Once they were free from the wreckage of the shuttle, the droids spotted the Titan Advanced Droid Forges Facility approximately 10 miles from where they had crashed. They also spotted around 12 angry looking Mustafarans heading towards their position. Clearly, bringing the Bo-Rifle had been a good idea.