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Post by Shaman Anaxilea on Mar 3, 2013 8:04:05 GMT -8
Bonadan was chief port world of the Corporate Sector and the primary world in the Bonadan system.
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Post by Kaine Australis on Aug 19, 2015 22:16:23 GMT -8
A large civilian passenger transport exits hyperspace near the orbit of Bonadan.
Among the three thousand odd passengers is a lone Mando'ade. With fresh scars, and an eyepatch over his left eye, he sits alone in one of the communal lounges in the lower-rent section of the ship. In his hand is a datapad with a HoloNet transceiver. The Mando's face is unreadable beneath the ubiquitous T-shaped visor, and the other passengers wisely give him a wide berth. The Mando is, after all, an escaped prisoner from the world of Belsavis.
Kaine had taken three years to escape that hell hole. Along the way, he'd picked up new contacts, useful information, and new sources of income. Some of the prisoners had been more than willing to accomodate him, some had needed persuading. He'd left a lot of bodies behind, but on a world like Belsavis, no one noticed, or cared very much. It was a dumping ground for the worst of the worst of a bad galaxy. No one was meant to leave. Kaine had never had much time for inconvenient rules. He'd gotten out, and he meant to find his way back. Bonadan was the first major step on that journey. Kaine wouldn't return to Mandalore a beggar.
He located the individual on Bonadan that he was looking for in a restricted directory, and, accessing the fellow's private comlink code, opened a connection. There was a brief beep from the link, then a voice emerged from the speaker.
This is President Vash Lurkal of Bonadan Heavy Industry, to whom am I speaking?
Hello, Mr President. I have an offer for you from some mutual associates.
I don't know what you're talking about. Who is this?
Someone with information you need. Kiz Koralla sends his regards. Koralla was a Twi'lek gangster who'd worked with Lurkal on several occasions, netting the President vast sums of credits in exchange for his assistance.
Kiz Koralla is dead. Listen, I don't know what you think you know, but
Kaine's patience wore thin. Listen up, scumbag. I want a face to face meeting with you in the next hour, or the HoloNet is going to have a fun old time going through your personal records. Starting with account 4x2398b. Are we clear? The account was a slush fund established by Lurkal to finance his political ambitions. Established with money embezzled from his own company.
How do I know you won't release the information anyway?
You've got my word. One hour. And don't tempt my patience.
I... I will send a speeder for you. Kaine cut the link and allowed himself a grin. Then he stood up and went to find a shuttle.
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Kaine Australis
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Post by Kaine Australis on Aug 22, 2015 4:27:22 GMT -8
In the dark reaches of the Bonadan system, where the primary was a glimmer slightly brighter than the surrounding stars floated a loose conglomeration of asteroids. Almost every system had them, outlying junk left over from the star system's formation. This particular group was utterly unremarkable, or had been, until now. A series of bright blue flashes announced the arrival of several capital ships. Three kilometer-long behemoths, and eight smaller ships. The three largest ships were Keldabe-class, there were a pair of Nebulon-B frigates and six Lancer-Class anti-starfighter frigates.
The vessels were part of a new fleet, ordered through Bonadan Heavy Industry and several other Corporate Sector companies, some legitimate, other were shell companies created for the purpose. Crewed by a mix of employees, all of them ex-military, from various Corporate Sector businesses, seconded to BHI for extended operations. The personnel had been meticulously selected for their military experience and reliability, from the lowliest deckhand to the vessel commanders.
Almost immediately following the arrival of the large vessels, a shuttle exited hyperspace, inbound from Bonadan itself. The shuttle, in BHI livery, immediately vectored toward the lead of the three largest vessels, and landed in its cavernous main hangar bay. Aboard was General Kaine Australis, the new owner of this fleet.
Once the shuttle was down, a short walk and a quick turbolift ride brought Kaine onto the bridge of the Keldabe-class vessel. The captain, a human female, broke off her conversation and met General Kaine half a dozen paces into the command section. She saluted smartly, and after a moment, Kaine returned the gesture.
No need for such formality, Captain Kryze.
Captain Auriana Kryze was a hard nosed, no nonsense commander, and her icy blue gaze met Kaine's ubiquitous T-Visor without a hint of apprehension.
Welcome aboard, General. I stand ready to relinquish command to you at this time.
Thankyou, Captain, but there will be no need for that. This is your command. I retain overall fleet command, however the direct command of this vessel, and of those of this task force, will be yours. I will issue orders to you, and you will see that the fleet is ready to respond. Congratulations, Commodore.
Kryze's stern reserve cracked, with just a hint of a smile coming to her face, before she recovered almost instantly.
Thankyou, General.
Kaine nodded, and passed across a datapad containing ship designations and assignments.
This vessel is now the Doomhammer, her sister ships will be designated Shadowblade, and Brightflame. The Nebulon-Bs are Taris and Serroco. The Lancers are Enceri, Kyrimorut, Suntari, Hyllyard, Mos Eisley, and Tipoca. I will be taking the Taris on a short voyage, you will remain here with the rest of the fleet and conduct readiness drills and simulations as you see fit. Any questions?
Kryze shook her head.
No, sir.
Very well, carry on, Commodore.
Kaine returned her salute once more, turned, and exited the bridge, returning to his shuttle for the short hop to the much smaller Nebulon-B frigate Taris.
The short shuttle ride gave him a chance to inspect the fleet from the outside, and he noted that he'd have to have the BMI livery painted over. This was his fleet, and should reflect their status as the military space forces of Clan Australis. But for now, that could wait.
On boarding the Taris, Kaine headed to the bridge, and spoke briefly with her Captain, a Twi'lek, and issued departure orders. He then retired to his quarters to get some much needed rest. Falling asleep almost as soon as he got out of his armor and laid down, Kaine didn't even feel the vessel leap into hyperspace, bound for his next target...
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Kaine Australis
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Post by Kaine Australis on Sept 1, 2015 14:58:39 GMT -8
A group of transports both large and small exited hyperspace in the isolated section of the outer Bonadan system, quite close to the assembled fleet. One of the smaller transports, an old SoroSuub freighter, led the ragtag group in toward the biggest vessels, angling toward the lead ship, whose IFF read as Doomhammer.
Darzeka Australis, piloting the SoruSuub freighter, noted the name. Kaine's flagship, though the one he'd known was presumed lost years ago. On inspection, this one didn't have the hull scarring and welded patches of the old ship, and he surmised his aliit alor had been busy since his return from the dead; a story Darzeka looked forward to hearing, much more than he anticipated telling Kaine of the fall of the Clan.
A signal came in from the Doomhammer, as he'd expected. He transmitted his Clan command code, and opened a channel.
Darzeka Australis to Doomhammer. We're coming in. Need billets for the boys.
A calm, confident female voice came over the comm.
Read you, Colonel. This is Commodore Kryze on Doomhammer. You and your men are cleared to come in. And, on behalf of the General, welcome.
Darzeka grinned, Kaine seemed to have a knack for finding good people and putting them in charge of things. This Commodore sounded the straight goods. He looked forward to meeting her. He keyed the comm. Acknowledged, Commander. I'll see you soon. Darzeka out. He then switched over to the Clan frequency to talk to the following transports.
This is actual. Arrival confirmed, disperse according to direction from fleet ops on Doomhammer. Get squared away and await further orders. Best behaviour, this is our new home for the time being. Australis actual, out. Darzeka deactivated the comm, and piloted his battered freighter into Doomhammer's hangar.
Once aboard, he saw that the ship's staff were waiting with crew assignments, and he left his second in command to oversee, while he made his way up to the bridge. Upon entering, he picked out Commodore Kryze immediately, and made his way over to stand beside her.
She turned, and faced him, dismissing the lieutenant reporting to her, who scurried away with a glance at the arrivng Mando. Darzeka spoke first.
Colonel Darzeka Australis. I was expecting to meet the General. It's been.. a long time.
Auriana smiled at him. Kaine had left notes regarding the potential arrival of some of his former Mandalorian comrades. In the notes, he had expressed clearly that Darzeka was to be treated as her equal, and that the two of them should divide the responsibilities. Though she didn't fancy sharing command, Auriana saw how it made sense. She was learning that General Kaine put people in charge of things they knew best, and trusted them not to let him down.
Colonel. The General speaks very highly of you. It is his wish that you assume joint command of this force. I suggest that you take supreme command of all ground forces, while I will retain fleet command. Mentally, she crossed her fingers. If he baulked, this could all fall apart before it began. Fortunately, Darzeka was as sensible as his General.
That makes good sense. I accept, Commodore. You look after yours, and I will mine. I look forward to working with you.
As I do you, Colonel. Now, i'm sure you wish to see to your men. Let me know once you have them settled. I look forward to working with you too.
Darzeka nodded, but didn't salute. Auriana nodded in return, and their eyes met in understanding. Then he turned and exited the bridge. Heading off to see that the entire contingent was settled in across the fleet, Darzeka felt alive again. He was back doing what he loved. And that Commodore Kryze was... impressive. Little did he know that Commodore Auriana Kryze was at that moment thinking the exact same of him.
And so, General Kaine's force now included a full battle regiment of Clan Australis supercommandos, in support of his ready battle fleet. For the first time in years, he was a General in more than name. This force would be ready when he returned to it, Darzeka and Auriana would make sure of it. As it turned out, General Kaine wouldn't be returning to the fleet, it would come to him.
A coded signal arrived on Doomhammer's bridge from General Kaine. At the same time, a transport came out of hyperspace. Auriana read through the signal, and then gave orders to see that the transport was unloaded with all haste. Once this was achieved, she copied the transmission and linked it to Colonel Darzeka, and within five minutes, the fleet formed up and entered hyperspace.
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Post by Aya D'Ordinii on May 2, 2016 10:08:32 GMT -8
The Lucrehulk, Cargo Variant in question was like any one of the thousands upon thousands of others operated by Clan D'Ordinii & the MandalMine Collective. It was in fact just one of almost two hundred in various orbits around the planet & in deep space holding patterns in the system. Bonadan was the primary relay hub for both this sector & for the entire trade network of the MMC. This meant that there were always a few hundred MMC owned cargo ships in the system at any given time. Mostly either loading or unloading with the multiple space station serving as short term storage, or even cross loading directly with other ships. This was also a major transfer point for cargo that others paid the Clan to ship to be handed over to smaller third party operators for the last leg of delivery.
In design it looked like a standard Lucrehulk, though missing the core sphere like all other MMC Lucrehulks. The crate in question had been dancing around the system for the better part of a week, moving from ship to ship, but the crate's recipient would be arriving shortly.
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Post by Malia Afredane on May 2, 2016 10:22:38 GMT -8
While the Grey Warden was off on a run of the Rimma Trade Route, Mal had picked up a small side job, that seemed rather strange for the coordinates she had been given and confirmed her suspicions when she arrived. There were hundred of capital sized ship moving throughout the system. Surely they had a smaller cargo ship at their disposal in order to deliver a crate?
Best not to talk herself out of a job, she thought as she piloted the 3-Z freighter toward the ship that had identified itself as her destination when she had decanted from hyperspace. It was nice to know she was expected.
The landing procedures were straightforward and quick, another side effect of being expected and soon, she was walking cautiously down the ramp of her freighter to the deck of the landing bay on the Lucrehulk.
"Captain Malia Afredane. I've been told to meet a company representative for the paperwork." She spoke confidently to a deck officer. She may not be wearing the uniform now, but she had been a Republic officer at one point, and her penchant for routine and procedure still showed through from time to time.
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Post by Aya D'Ordinii on May 2, 2016 11:18:37 GMT -8
From a quick glance it was obvious most of the ship duties, at least in the hangers & cargo holds, were either automated or being run by droids. An administrative droid was busy getting several sets of cargo ready for transfer to the next few ships scheduled for pickups in this wing of the ship. Rolling up to the woman, it held out a datapad linked to a small hand print scanner.
-Droid
Please place your hand on the scanner for loading to proceed.
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Post by Malia Afredane on May 2, 2016 12:00:03 GMT -8
Mal placed her hand gingerly on the scanner, her palm feeling cold from the datapad. Without an organic in sight, it made sense that the cargo bay was a few degrees cooler. It was odd but not unheard of. Sometimes it was easier to have droids in the bays in case of accidents with things being vented to space.
Mal looked inquisitively at the droid after she had retracted her hand.
"I was told the destination would be included in the cargo manifest. Do you have the cargo packet?"
She certainly hoped so, she had no want to wander the LUcrehulk looking for a person who would know something about this job.
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Post by Aya D'Ordinii on May 2, 2016 12:18:17 GMT -8
-Droid
All information would be included in the cargo's transfer manifest.
With that the droid wander off to continue with preparing the next sets of cargo. The head of the line, set well ahead of the rest to avoid accidental confusion with the cargo still waiting for its ride was a single MMC Standard cargo crate. As the palm print was logged, the crate popped open, revealing three smaller, nonstandard crates inside. Within a few moments, the nanite gel that filled the remainder of the MMC crate was pumped away into reservoirs stored in the shell of the larger crate. While the system did make the MMC crates a little larger, it allowed them to ship a wider range of non standard crates & containers by filling in the remaining gaps with a jelly like goop. It also meant the cargo itself was slightly better protected & wouldn't shift around during transport.
Within a few moments, the three crates had been withdrawn from the shipping crate & delivered to the loading ramp of the transport. The droids would faithfully hold the crates until directed where to place them. Bolted to the exterior of one of the crates was a small datapad loaded with a manifest. It was mostly common repair parts & a small selection of tools, All headed to a minor outpost in the back end of nowhere. A careful eye would however note a small datacard that could be pulled out of the reader, though the reader was failing to notice its existence. Once slid into another read it would proved two pieces of info, the name Rajani Savio, & a set of galactic coordinates, along with the directions to deliver the datacard there after dropping off the crates. A quick check by someone with the right knowledge would identify it as a place known as smuggler's run. The card otherwise appeared empty & unable to be edited.
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Post by Malia Afredane on May 5, 2016 12:18:25 GMT -8
Mal allowed the droids to work and the three crates were loaded, quickly and efficiently. Once the ramp was closed and she was alone, she pulled the little card out and pocketed it as she made it back to the cockpit. She could check it later, but first she had to get Gracie out here. The engines were still ready, and without much protocol, she was able to get clearance to leave. The 3-Z lifted easily off the decking and floated gently through the energy barrier and back out into the vastness of orbit, weaving through the cargo ships in their lanes in and out of the system until the little freighter itself vanished into the worls of hyperspace.
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Post by House of D'Ordinii on May 8, 2017 17:34:54 GMT -8
==Recon Training SL==
<<106 PP; S4 Sector, Bonadan>>
The Jehavey'ir-type Assault Ship JEH-23094 "Silver Wind" floated above the world of Bonadan. Most military units of Clan D'Ordinii were stationed on modified Lucrehulk carriers redesigned to function as flying barracks, armory & training ground in one. Recon units however, were far too small to make use of that much space. In addition, they were rarely deployed in anything nearly that level of strength. Stationing the units on smaller craft was both more efficient & allowed the units to deploy as needed without dragging along excessive amounts of extra force. For the moment, the newly marshaled Recon-9 was gathering on the planet below.
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Post by Supreme Wolfgang on Feb 18, 2019 13:23:48 GMT -8
Emerging from the swirling depths of hyperspace, the two Tof Bulk Cruisers, Deadwood and Bloody Sun, had arrived at Bonadan. Ready to pillage and plunder the world for its remaining resources and shipbuilding capabilities, the two bulk cruisers continued to approach the planet, even as two Recusant-Class Light Destroyers pushed towards them. A Ton-Falk-Class Escort Carrier and four Marauder-Class Corvettes were following not far behind. Seated on the bridge of his vessel, Wolfgang grinned broadly.
"Th' Corporate Sector Authority be naught more than a shell o' 'tis former self! Push onwards! Victory, booty 'n th' spoils o' war await!"
Thunderous cheers and applause broke out at the Bulk Cruiser powered up its weapons in preparation to engage the CSA Fleet.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 18, 2019 13:50:28 GMT -8
As the Commandant's ship, the Bloody Sun and his brother's ship, Deadwood exited hyperspace; The Commandant sat he his command seat and stared at the approaching ships that belonged to the CSA, Zackkur smiled as he stood up. Before he spoke he grabbed his tanker and chugged the remaining rum that was inside of it.
"Alright scallywags, t' yer battlestations 'n onward t' Victory. Our prizes await us on th' surface below."
The men aboard the Bloody Sun cheered and rushed to their battlestations and prepared to engage the approaching enemy ships, of the CSA fleet.
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Post by Supreme Wolfgang on Mar 2, 2019 16:21:07 GMT -8
As the CSA Fleet moved in to engage the pirates, the Deadwood opened fire. With a head-on approach, the target profile of the vessel was reduced drastically, but the modifications done to the ship allowed it to still be a dangerous target from the front. Four additional Heavy Double Turbolasers had been added. Spitting turbolaser fire towards the enemy ships, the Tof Starfighters were launched as well, swarming towards the enemy fleet. Standing on the bridge, Supreme Wolfgang looked at one of the central viewscreens showing the Ton-Falk-Class Carrier. With a grin, he bellowed to his men.
"That ship! 'twill make a fine prize t' pillage 'n plunder afore we reach th' surface. Focus on it 'n get set t' board! 'n call in th' Holystone, we'll needs th' extra firepower!"
As his crew cheered and hollered in response, a message was sent back to Etti IV, contacting the Dauntless-Class Heavy Cruiser to join the fray. This left the Icebreaker and Corsair still over Etti IV to defend the pirate's base of operations should anyone feel bold enough to attack while they were away.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 3, 2019 8:16:57 GMT -8
As the Deadwood engaged the enemy so to did the Bloody Sun. Shortly after the Bloody Sun had opened fire upon the CSA fleet, it launched its fighters.The Bloody Sun was dealing heavy damage to an Recusant-class light destroyer. The Commandant stood up from his command chair and eyed the Recusant on one of the viewscreens and smiled at the thought of taking the ship for himself.
"Focus our attack on that ship 'n prepare a boardin' party, we be lootin' it fer ourselves."
The Crew of the Bloody Sun cheered at the Commandant's orders, soon after the Bloody Sun focused all of its fire up the Recusant and launched several Katarn-Class Boarding Shuttles, which could only fit ten Tofs inside of them.
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Post by Supreme Wolfgang on Mar 3, 2019 10:59:44 GMT -8
As the Bloody Sun pushed forward, the Holystone exited hyperspace behind them. Moving straight up between them, the Dauntless-Class Heavy Cruiser began a salvo fire defensive flak screen, keeping the enemy ships at bay as well as pushing enemy starfighters back. Any incoming ordnance was also rendered ineffective due to the screen. The Deadwood, however, began to turn so that it's port side was facing the incoming Ton-Falk Carrier. Firing multiple barrages from the ion cannons located near the grapple claws, the Ton-Falk's shields dissipated and the cruiser was disabled. Coasting now, the grapple claws shot out from the port side of the Deadwood. Finding purchase on the Ton-Falk, the claws retracted, pulling the ship towards the Tof cruiser. Once close, an umbilical airlock was sent across and a hole was cut into the hull of the vessel...
Umbilical Airlock - Deadwood.
Standing at the head of the boarding party, Zeckkar pulled his pistol from his waist and thumbed the safety off. Drawing one of his cutlass', the Tof fired three quick shots off as the new entrance was cut into the enemy ship. As his men charged forward, Zeckkar stepped through the new threshold. Swinging his left hand down, his cutlass connected with a wet thud. An enemy soldier screamed and he withdrew his sword.
"Bridge, comms, barracks 'n cargo hold! Pillage them all 'n set this ship t' blow! Take from them everythin' 'n give them naught!"
Blasting another two soldiers that came around the corner, Zeckkar grinned. This would be a mighty fine pillage.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 28, 2019 9:33:29 GMT -8
As the Firefist Pirates continued onwards with their attack, The Bloody Sun sent a board party to take control of a Recusant-class light destroyer.
Once the Tof Boarding party was aboard the Recusant-class light destroyer the Ten Tof pirates started to fire at the enemy combatants, a few of the pirates opted to use their cutlasses and hacked and slashed their way through the enemy combatants. After a few moments the Tof pirates had made their way to the Ship's bridge, the pirates and a few injuries but nothing fatal. The leader of the boarding party spoke to the bridge crew.
Alright, listen up ye. This ship be now th' property o' th' Commandant Wolfgang o' th' Firefist Pirates. Strike yer colors or die like th' dogs ye be.
Alright, I Captain of this ship surrender it to you. There is no reason for more lives to be lost today.
Captain Seed ordered all of his man to lay down their weapons and not to resist the pirates. Crofton sent a holo back to the Bloody Sun that the Recusant-class light destroyer had been captured and was now under their control.
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Post by Supreme Wolfgang on Apr 3, 2019 17:12:39 GMT -8
Deadwood - docked with CSA Ton-Falk Carrier.
Standing by the airlock, ushering his men back through to their ship, he watched the crates, satchels and even a few small shipping crates, pass by onto his ship. With a grin, the large Tof, pistol in his right hand, fired down the corridor at the incoming Corporate Sector marines as they tried to press the pirates back.
"Get everyone back on board. Detach from this ship 'n make best speed t' th' surface! Bonadan falls today!"
Roared the Tof with a laugh. It was time to route the CSA Fleet and take Bonadan for themselves. Though, they would have to be careful at keeping the planet's infrastructure intact, as it was the entire reason they were here in the first place.
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Post by Supreme Wolfgang on Jul 13, 2019 9:22:02 GMT -8
Deadwood - Bridge, Bonadan's Orbit.
Having detached from the Ton-Falk Carrier, the Tof Bulk Cruiser had accelerated away from the floating wreck as it detonated from the sabotage caused by his crew. Loaded with whatever tech they could salvage, plus a whole slew of new prisoners and slaves for trade, the Firefist Pirates continued to push their advantage against the Corporate Sector Authority in an effort to claim the industrial world of Bonadan for themselves.
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Post by Atash S. Torkan on Jan 9, 2020 1:56:26 GMT -8
"My lord, the prototype is going to take flight"
The High Moff gestured with his glove-clad right hand to his aide and, then, clasped hands behind back. He was standing on the bridge's aft, looking through the triangular windows. His face lit by the artificial lights of the Star Destroyer. Before him a sprawling shipyard, the gem of Bonadan and the key to the Diarchy's enduring survival. The ISDII Manticore was overlooking a landing pad where a bundle of droids were tuning a starfighter, one with a droid brain.
"Proceed"
The droids flew away while the AI started its process. Technicians aboard the ISD and on the very shipyard were monitoring the programming. The fighter took off smoothly and faster than almost any human or alien pilot could. Its flight was precise, the vectors laid out in advance by the droid brain.
"Start with the testing procedures. Initiate the routines"
"On your command, sire"
A few floating targets were prepared, along with obstacles and set course for the droid to traverse. Atash clenched his left fist with anticipation as the ship fired its combat routines and manouvers. It dispatched the first two targets with a precise blow and excelled in avoiding obstacles.
"Raise the difficulty a 150%"
"On the earnest, sire"
The obstacles started moving and the targets started to open fire. The droid managed to blast the opposition.
"Reports incoming, my Lord. Sending them to your datapad"
Torkan examined the positive results on the screen.
"Launch Phase 2"
A TIE Dagger left the Manticore's ventral angar, wooshing with the shrieking scream that was so characteristic of its class.
"Set the droid's weapons to testing mode with human pilot"
The Dagger was covered in sensors, the simulated bolt would indicate which kind of damage it would make if the Droid was actually engaging in a fight. The Diarchy's standard starfighter started to aggresively trying to shower the droid fighter with its blaster fire, but it managed to avoid worst of it. The dogfight was actually intense, no matter the TIE/dg was adept at dogfighting. However, the droid took damage and started to slow down, finally, the human pilot managed to disable it. The High Moff raised a hand. The performance had been remarkably good.
"Finish the test"
"Finishing test. Test #26 completed"
Few working droids flew to were the prototype was, recovering the wreckage. The test had been successful, the final prototype had proven to be effective, holding its own against a very skilled pilot with several kills in his flying record, including modern starfighter models. It had proven able to adapt its routines and answer improvisation moderately good. Clearly, the droid brain could be outmanouvered, specially since the craft itself wasn't top of the line, but it was good enough. And best, it was cheap and its destruction carried no human loss, which for a state with limited manpower was a bless.
"Send word to the factories. Green light to produce the TIEs"
The droid fighters had been known for years, being used by the Reborn Emperor on his Dark Fleet in years past, but the model had never been produced in Bonadan, mostly on the World Devastators. Some time ago, Atash wanted to adapt the production racks of his factories for the production of TIE fighters; the first fruit of his initiative being the TIE Dagger with its unique design. But the system had always been famed for its droid factories and, he former member of the ISB and thus with access to secret projects and schematics, decided to put that into use to create a cheap and sustainable flying force that could counter larger faction's fighter cappacity, without suffering many loses. He smiled, satisfied and turned heels, walking down the aisle, over the pits, filled with Diarchy officers, wearing their grey and red uniform. The self-styled High Moff reaches his personal comm console and forwarded a message.
"Atash to Zariel, testing successful. TIE Droids ready to be mass produced"
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