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Post by Whill High Shaman Furas on Feb 27, 2013 0:55:47 GMT -8
*Khomm was covered in wide blue seas and great land masses.*
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Post by Sarah Dodonna on May 5, 2013 10:50:18 GMT -8
General Alec Torkon tours the halls of one of over three dozen cloning facilities on the planet dedicated entirely to the cloning of military personnel for the Imperial Remnant. Originally planned to be built as add-ons to the Khommites own facilities, plans changed when the normally docile and neutral population held protests about having non-Khommite cloning facilities in their cities. The protests were extremely tame, but were effective nonetheless. So here General Torkon was, walking through one of many facilities located on the outskirts of a city. Militarily speaking, it was stupid placement. It would force any defender to spread his forces thin in order to protect each facility. And of course, at the moment, that defender was him. He sighs, once he had commanded armies for the 4th Galactic Empire, now he was overseeing military production. One day...he would be back to doing what he was meant to do.
"Am I boring you, General?"
"No, no. I just have alot on my plate," he lies "please continue."
Rhan-222, head of the facility, proceeds with his monotone explanation.
"As I was saying, each of the thirty six facilities produces a different strain of clone. Each strain is very similar, almost identical; caucasian, five feet and eleven inches tall, brown hair. But their are some small differences: facial features and structure vary slightly and eye color can be between brown or green depending of the strain. But those are the only real differences."
Torkon thinks for a second"So each strain will look more like brothers rather than identical twins."
"Yes, very similar in appearance, but still not identical. But in terms of performance they are all exactly the same. We will implant each clone with the flash memories based on where they will be needed within the imperial military complex; engineering, combat, piloting, navigation. You provide the memories from the very best and we implant them."
Torkon nods in approval. "Good, very good."
The tour continues for another hour.
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Post by Xeonon Solomon on May 12, 2013 11:00:56 GMT -8
An Imperial Prefabricated Garrison base constructed in the edge of the city.
Outer Defenses: Garrison bases were equipped with three heavy quad turbolaser turrets and six heavy double turbolaser turrets, and 12 heavy repeater blaster canons as well as tractor beam projectors. Though shielded, garrisons also possessed extensive ground defenses such as anti-infantry and anti-vehicle minefields and a ten-meter high electrified death fence. This had variable power settings, so it could either severely shock an individual or fry them outright in an instant, depending on the base commander's choice. To get through the fence and into the base, units had to pass through force field gates. These were flanked by two guard towers with stormtroopers on constant duty and positioned evenly around the fence's perimeter. Running behind the fence and parallel to it was an elevated catwalk patrolled by stormtroopers with guard towers (each equipped with electrobinoculars, floodlights, and alarm systems) spaced every 100 meters
Inside: Garrison bases consisted of eight levels, topped by a sensor and communications tower. Levels one through to five, all identical in size and shape, consisted mainly of the large surface vehicle bays where all the surface vehicles were stored, maintained and deployed from. They also contained most of the personnel quarters as well as the armory, detention cells and barracks. Level six held the officer's quarters, and strategic command rooms. command rooms and so on. Level seven was essentially a large hangar bay in which guests could land. Level eight was the center of government and council chambers.
It was here were one of the great thinkers of the Empire sat, in the officer quarters stooped low over a wooden desk. In front of him were a handful of papers all of them showing different types of circuits (I have written this word more today than in the past 10 years). Schematics for something to do with electricity. Throwing a pen to the wall he stood up and paced grunting in anger.
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Post by Sarah Dodonna on May 14, 2013 17:20:52 GMT -8
Rhan-222 walked through the halls of the prefabricated base, massaging the ridges on his head as he did. He had just finished giving the General a tour of the facility he was charged with running, Rhan was sure the man was very good at his job, but scientifically he was very...very dim. He was not someone one of proper intelligence should ever have to discuss their work with. That is why he was here, to to speak with and work alongside people worthy of his intelligence. In fact, he was supposed to meet a colleague here. Putting his hand down he begins to scan the halls as he walks. Now...where was he?
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Post by Xeonon Solomon on May 16, 2013 18:39:45 GMT -8
Pacing there Hrogor looked at the time. He was almost late, he had completly forgot about meeting the cloner. Fixing the table and papers he pushed his oily hair back and walked down the corridor to meet the khommite.
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Post by Deleted on May 8, 2014 13:29:44 GMT -8
The towering door, acid etched by erosion and flaked with oxidized rust, was the most beautiful thing Tharkad had seen so far in his relatively short life. This immense monument to the past may have looked horrid upon the outside, but the Messiah had learned a long time ago to never judge a book by its long forgotten cover. Instead, the titan measured its beauty by what was contained within, and though its true contents were shrouded by mystery and legend, those misguided facts alone were what made this vault beautiful. Signalling his minions to begin the command protocols in which would unlock this ancient cache, Tharkad wore a devilish grin upon his lips. In moments, he and his lackeys would become the most powerfully armed group of rebels within the sector – the Imperials wouldn’t know what to expect when their ancient enemies marched from their desolate tombs to do battle once again in the name of separation. The mere thought of such untold destruction brought about by his actions, sent an excited thrill through the length of his spine. Elated by the thought of becoming a master over thousands upon thousands of battle droids, Tharkad stepped from the encircling embrace of his entourage with his arms raised towards the centre of the slowly receding door. He could not wait any longer for such untold treasures, and thus with his rising haste fueling his telekine powers – the Messiah tore open the massive gateway. The ancient duratseel buckled under their oppressors’ mental discipline, folding in upon itself whilst being forced back into their dust riddled housing. It was an impressive sight to behold, watching a man with mastery over the force set himself to the task at hand, however such impressive displays of power didn’t come without a cost. Sweat beaded upon his brow, and small trails of blood poured from his nostrils, as the mental exhaustion began to take its toll upon the man’s body. Clearly he wasn’t cut out for such displays of mental acuity; however the pain he had endured was worth every agonizing moment. The time it would have taken for the vault to open upon its own accord, would have been likened to the pain Tharkad now experienced, so the trade-off had been worth the time he saved.
With the doors parted and his entrance into the underground facility no longer impeded by such pitiful obstacles, Tharkad and his posse entered the Separatist vault. Venerable systems began to power up, slowly shaking off the disuse they had endured throughout the various eras of time. Lights sunken into the floor and drilled into the ceiling began flickering back to life, as the bioluminescent gel within the tubes began to ignite with long forgotten life. The interior corridor leading into the depths of the facility proper had been plagued by abandonment, as nature herself sought to reclaim what was once hers by force. Several of the bulkheads adorning the walls had caved in due to the overwhelming pressure applied to exterior foundations of the hallway they all now walked through. While it was a shame that this facility did not endure the coming end of the Clone Wars wholly intact, Tharkad had hoped that its remaining contents would not end up like the vault they were housed within. More lights and doors had regained their fully operational function, now that the awakening command protocols had been previously entered into the terminal just outside of the entrance, leaving much of the facility within either in fully working order or steadily rousing itself from the lengthy hibernation. When they had finally come to a door marked in an interesting dialect of Galactic Basic, Tharkad let out a bout of laughter that had been bubbling to the surface ever since he had walked in the door. It lasted for some time, until the messiah had keyed the door’s activation stud. As his flesh had impacted the hard metallic surface, nothing happened. A fresh wave of anger surged through his system, and the messiah sought to enforce his rigid sense of control over the errant emotion. However, because of his earlier elation, his emotions began to run rampant, thus leading the titan to punch the control panel with all his might.
Sparks flew, when the fist of Tharkad had broken through the metallic skin placed above the precious forest of wired cables, yet nothing had happened. Knowing that one of the many cables woven beneath the surface of the panel would be the one he sought, the Messiah’s hand deftly wove through the tightly knotted pack of cables as he let the force guide his actions in the hopes it would lead him to the one that controlled the locking mechanism for the blast doors. With the vision firmly set at the forefront of his mind, the Titanic figure ripped the striped beryl cable from its housing – causing the system to overload and short circuit thereafter. The heavy durasteel doors slammed back into their housing, shaking the entirety of the lengthy corridor with the force of such an impact. Tossing the cable to the ground with a cocky grin splayed across his face, Tharkad was the first of his entourage to enter the main storage compartment of this expansive vault. As his foot had passed through the threshold, the lights overhanging the shrouded field of darkness; flickered live to reveal what the shadows had claimed for their own. Row upon row of second generation B-1 Battle Droids stood as silent guardians within the first of the various and un-collapsed chambers. This would be but the first of the many items he would use to fight the coming battle against the forces of the Empire, and like he had mentioned before – they would never expect to see such antiquated forces take to the field of battle in such numbers. Admiring his find, the messiah began prowling along the catwalk he now stood upon, seeking out the command and control centre so that he would upload a new set of command criteria for these mindless automatons to enact when the time had come for them to march once more. Finding the terminal as the last of the lights had flickered live, the Son of Blake tasked one of his best slicers from his entourage to set about reprogramming this assorted collection of Battle droids. Once that task had been completed, Tharkad turned about once again to marvel at his newest acquisition.
“Marvelous. Simply marvelous,” His tone was reverent, as if he were speaking in some hallowed hall enslaved to the religious dogma of an ancient church. “Have my newest soldiers brought up to speed with their new markings and designations. They’re part of the Word of Blake now; it’s high time they looked the part.”
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Post by Deleted on May 19, 2014 8:36:36 GMT -8
Though the initial searches of the facility had revealed a veritable legion of second generation B1 Battle droids, the lower levels had further augmented Tharkad’s military might. Rack upon rack of third generation B2 Battle droids lined the walls beneath the module with the basic B1’s. From his technician’s best estimates, the number of droids that studded the walls with their housings; was well into the tens of thousands. When the messiah had heard such information formulate within the man’s mind, he could do nothing but reveal a satisfied smile. Now he had enough forces to stave off the initial Imperial assault, by having his cloned born militia manning the walls alongside these battle droids – none would enter the Capital city without reaping a bloody toll upon their own forces. However as his men had descended further into the depths of the Separatist cache, they had found the armoured detachments that in a previous era heralded the doom of any Republic military fighting force. Everything from mechanical walkers to heavily armoured self-guided tanks, were reported to be stored within the final levels of the facility; along with two strange devices encased in a polished glass case. It wasn’t the fact that the two items were of strange origin that his men could not describe with any accuracy, it was that they had been so lovingly sealed away behind a case of glass. What could these devices be, and why had the Confederacy of Independent Systems locked them away in the furthest levels of their massive underground storage unit? The only way that he would obtain that answer, Tharkad mused, was to descend into the depths of the CIS cache and see for himself.
Upon arrival, the messiah’s grin had faded into a look of shocked reverence. The pedestal, upon which these devices had been presented and sealed within, was lovingly carved from ivory; depicting the greatest triumphs of the CIS during the galaxy spanning Clone Wars. From the entry way, Tharkad could make out the various known figures of the Separatist movement. He saw the Count Dooku and his cabal of lightsaber bearing apprentices, standing beside the notorious Bounty Hunter Durge. All four figures were settled onto a ruined cityscape, which at second glance the messiah had noted looked oddly like Coruscant. Feeling a hearty chuckle bubble up from his lungs, the titanic figure had burst out into a fit of victorious laughter. With these two devices, whatever they were, the Confederacy had believed that with them they would overthrow the Republic by bringing down the Capital World. Intrigued by the fallacy in such a mindset, Tharkad wove through the rank upon rank of tank droids and their less independent counterparts, only to come to a stop before the very pedestal. He marveled at its design, whilst subsequently searching for various security devices. Upon finding that there were none, as it seemed the Confederates had believed their massive metallic door and the security systems there were more than enough, Tharkad hacked at the glass case with the side of his titanic hand. Shattered glass and various metallic corner pieces had scattered about the floor, revealing the truth behind the transparent veil.
These two devices were cylindrical in design, with only one being instantly recognizable. It was a lightsaber of the more traditional Clone Wars Era design, thus was polished and covered in various portions of bronzium and cad-plated electrum. Reverently removing the device from its socketed housing, the messiah depressed the thumb activation stud, watching with childish delight as the emerald blade had sparked to life. Pressing the stud once more, the contained beam of plasma collapsed back into the emitter shroud, so that in the following moments Tharkad could delicately twist the hilt about and inspect each and every facet built into this weapon. Finding himself slightly disappointed that there wasn’t much to the venerable weapon, other than the flashy looks, the messiah placed the lightsaber upon his belt and focused his attentions upon the other item. It sadly wasn’t a weapon much like its counterpart, but it could be considered a weapon all the same. The device was known as a Beckon-Call, in which upon pressing the activation stud and commanding that whatever was slave bound to the device reveal itself, the owner would then garner whatever secrets the device had called forth. Curious as to what would happen if he had pressed the device, Tharkad lifted the beckon-call from its pillowed rest and depressed the carved ivory button atop the device; before speaking in a commanding voice for whatever this device was tied too, to reveal itself to their new master.
Nothing happened.
“Magnificent... A faulty device encased with one that barely works.”
Sighing heavily, Tharkad turned away from the pedestal with his shoulders slumped in disappointment. At least he had garnered a fighting force that could shake the very foundations of the galaxy. So that was something that he could take away from this encounter as a positive experience.
However one of his technicians began hollering for the messiah’s attention, as he had made his way through the veritable forest of the Confederate armoured vehicles. Looking up at the metallic gantry, Tharkad responded.
“What is it, my son?”
The man, almost breathlessly responded, “My lord! We’ve received word from our orbital sensorum arrays!”
Tharkad’s mind kicked into overdrive, as he believed the Imperials had arrived earlier than expected. With a fresh surge of adrenaline flowing through his veins, the titan vaulted onto the catwalk and placed his oversized hands upon the man’s shoulders. Staring into the man’s very soul, the messiah spoke slowly but each word was laced with an urgent purpose.
“Is it the Imperial Armada!?”
The human shook his head, giving the giant a moment to suck in a greedy mouthful of calming stagnant air.
“Then what word do they bring, my son?”
Nervously, the man replied, “They bring the word of a flotilla, one that bears the markings of the Confederacy of Independent Systems!”
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Post by Deleted on Dec 6, 2015 21:55:35 GMT -8
Nicolina's platoon is running their 0630 to 0730 PT when word reaches the small, dwindling Imperial Remnant garrison on Khomm that Emperor Delvardus IV has sent out a call for any remaining loyal Imperial Forces to rally on Muunilinst. Feeling a swell of excitement build within her - Nicolina's loyalty and devotion to the Imperial philosophy never having wavered despite the monotony of military service on Khomm and the uncertainty that had recently surrounded the future of the Empire - Nicolina dismisses her platoon from PT early so that they can grab some chow and get their hygiene time in early in order to have more time to spend on packing up their gear and preparing to depart for Muunilinst.
After meeting briefly with her platoon leaders to fill them in on what is going down, Nicolina heads off to prepare herself for meeting with her CO to learn what the official schedule for the day will be, and how her platoon will be transported to Muunilinst. Time, as it is wont to do when there is a set timeline for things to be accomplished within, passes quickly after the meeting with her CO, and it feels like only moments later that Nicolina and her platoon are boarding the Venator-class Star Destroyer that will be transporting, among other troops, vehicles, and supplies, her and her platoon to Muunilinst.
Not long after her platoon has secured their two Larty's in the Venator's hangar, Nicolina feels the Star Destroyer lifting off to begin its journey to the Outer Rim.
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Jun 8, 2017 19:16:20 GMT -8
Khomm had had an interesting history with the former Imperial Remnant. It had been the spot that displayed Nicademus's natural leadership and sound tactics when the Moff of the planet had rebelled under the crumbling Second Fel Empire. The scars of the planet healed slowly, but the orbital bombardment of the former command center where the traitor had resided still remained where it stood. As a reminder to all of what happens to traitors. The Khommite cloning technology had been vital in rebuilding the revived Imperial Remnant, under the then Head of State, Nicademus Delvardus, ensuring a core of cloned soldiers were available. Though it still manufactures these clones for the First Order, it has not garnered much in terms of orders since now the Imperials have a much wider source of manpower due to their recent conquests. Still, from time to time, quick reinforcements were needed and the Khommites were called upon.
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