A P E X
SAVAREEN SECTOR, APATROS SYSTEM
OUTER RIM OREWORKS MINES, APATROS
Ever since joining the growing congregation of worlds known as the Confederacy of Independent Systems, the desolate world Apatros had seen an increase in traffic. This was a quite noticeable leap in the total number of vessels which graced the world with their presence; hailing from a variety of planets within Confederate space. However, despite the fact that business was going quite well, the appearance of The Hammer was not something to be expected in the slightest! As the Frigate surged forth from the depths of Hyperspace and began hailing the ground personnel who staffed the mining corporation's facilities, there was a multitude of surprise that could he heard in the voices of those who responded on the holo-calls.
The Grand Marshal of the Confederacy had arrived, and was in need of services that only they could provide.
The events which had transpired during the assisting of Utapau had left the clone nearly dead, and had resulted in the utter decimation of his trademark armor. Being the standard armor issued to members of the Jedi Order, the Gungir-series had done an exceptional job of protecting the Grand Marshal over the course of various combat operations...however, even the lightsaber-resistant, durable protection that had characterized the clone since then...paled in comparison to a point-blank blast from an anti-aircraft walker. While, at present, Genesis Rostu had elected to wear a suit of MX-00 Templar Armor as a replacement, but he required something much more suitable. After all, the armor had simply been adjusted to accommodate his size and unique armaments...but the Vong-shaped warrior needed something particular to suit him.
And he was not the only one, for there was a gargantuan Templar who required similar assistance. So, in a benevolent gesture, the clone ventured out to Apatros, intent on purchasing the Cortosis required to create a new suit of armor for himself, the aforementioned Phlok, plating for his High Marshal's body, and a new suit of armor for a new member of the Templar Order who had tagged along. It did not take long for the vessel to gain clearance to land, and soon it touched down on the desolate surface of the planet; only a stone's throw away from the main landing pad. The ramp was extended from the hanger bay, and the Grand Marshal made his way down.
"Alright, everyone out. Let's get this shopping down."
As the words escaped his lips, the amphistaff which was coiled around his forearm reared its head and gave a hiss, as if agreeing.