Stalgasin Hive

Admiral Krennel Gulch himself stalked through the levels of the Stalgasin Hive, which were crawling with droids and Geonosians alike. Gulch himself currently occupied rooms at the very top of the massive hive, next to the old war room and to the chambers of the Archduke himself. Refitted was the old war room, and it was here the officers of Krennel's forces assembled, debating various strategies and organizing the ever constant needs for fuel, ammunition and minerals.

Below the Hive, on the plains and in the vales of Geonosis, thousands of droids were on patrol, but it was further below still that held captive the true interest of Geonosis. For further below still were the Great Foundries that once kept the Separtist war machine rumbling. On the surface, some ten clicks out from the Stalgasin hive, the great metal hangers and bays that once housed the mighty Confederate Navy were being serviced. Geonosians swarmed the huge mechanisms for the great doors, working with their tools to restore that which had been neglected for generations.

Below those great doors lay an even greater sight, for it was here the reserves of the Separtist Fleet had been kept. Dozens of Munificents lay in their berths, being tended to by swarms of Geonosian technicians as they prepared them to return to the sky. Hundreds of corvettes lay in bays, and fighters by the thousand, along with battle droids by the hundreds of thousands, were all waiting in the old hangars, so forgotten that the tunnels to them had collapsed and the hanger doors had been covered by half a million tons of rock and sand before the arrival of Gulch.

The Umbarans are given leave to land, and are escorted to Gulch and his various retinue by a unit of Magna guards - an honour more than a precaution. The Supreme Leader is brought before the old Harch, who rises to greet him, clicking curiously.

"It is an honour, tell me, what can I do to help you?"

"Excellent. In that case, you will need to sign the Serenno Accord - a formal alliance. Between each of our worlds.

Do you bring any worlds with you, Umbaran?"

"Excellent. Hypori has industry to rival even Geonosis. In the interests of our alliance, I can give you the blueprints to many of our weapons. We have a great basis for power now, Our expansion must continue into Ison, Bespin and Lothal.

Our power grow - soon we wil be a force to be contended with in this galaxy.

The Droid Commander almost seemed glad of being shown some respect - the OOM and B1 Battle Droids had always shown the odd effect of nearly having personalities. The Trade Federation had hated it, but Gulch found it rather endearing.

"That would be Admiral Gulch, sir, he's awaiting your arrival in the Western hangers. We're your escorted."

The Droid gestured to a platoon of red marked security Droids, in formation. Without further delay, the Galactic Alliance embassy was escorted through the lower reaches of the Stalgasin hive, not to the great war room in the upper levels, but to the great mono rail tracks that led to the massive underground hangers for warships.

After a short journey, the embassy would be greeted by the incredible sight of the New Confederacy Military Reserves. Thousands of Droids, tanks, artillery and other such armaments were lined in deactivated to rows in separate warehouses, while in the hangers, beneath the great metal doors, sat rows of warships. The place obviously went on for miles, and it was filled with refurbished and upgraded ships, munitions, Droids and vehicles. Other monorail tracks led into the massive station, surrounded by Geonosian tunnels, and materials were being shipped in and out by bustling crowds if Geonosians.

Gulch himself was in the observatory, a construction of steel and glass built into the roof of this area that was designed to watch over the entire activities of the massive underground region. The Old Harch Admiral was big, as his kind tended to be, though he was hunched with age.

Krennel Gulch was handsome by the standards if his people, but hideous by the standards of everyone else's. His once sleek black fur had gone a pale purple, and his left arms and the left side of his face were cybernetic. He clicked in greeting as Graemon arrived.

"Ambassador, I am glad the Galactic Alliance has sent an embassy, we have much to discuss."

Gulch chattered with amusement.

"There are seven worlds under my influence. Geonosis, Utapau, Bespin, Malastare, Contruum, Lothal and Mustafar.

Each of these worlds presents a giant in some form of industry. Be it factories, mines, shipyards or the priceless gas plants where they extract Tibbana.

Each of these worlds is priceless for a war effort - which you are currently embroiled in.

Aside from worlds, armies and resources, I bring military experience, should I be given a command. You gain, in a merger with us, the total defense of the Ison corridor and an additional fleet if it should find itself in need of defense.

But most of all, the most valuable things I have to offer are the great boost to your economy, and schematics. "

A Droid handed Gulch two holodiscs, and Gulch say them both side by side and activated them. What flickered past were plans, mostly on how to construct updated Separatist Ships, some detailed the construction of the Super Tank and the Defoliator, but most important of all were the schematics for the two variants of the Subjugator class Heavy Cruiser.

"Are you interested, Ambassador?"

"Appointment to Fleet Admiral, to start with. I desire that contracts for the Navy and Army be given to Gulch Military Industries.

I wish for a series of exemptions for GMI and the various other corporations that make up this conglomeration and its government.

I wish for a guarantee of military installations and fortifications in this region of space. Additionally, I wish to be appointed overall Commander of this theatre of space.

I wish for experienced personnel to be placed under my command, to form a regional Military Academy - that the sentient officers under my command may be properly trained.

I wish to be a member of the Senate - along with my Senators. And I wish for there to be a Jedi enclave established in this region.

Ultimately, I desire this Sector to be a second core region for the Alliance, and to this purpose, in event of a catastrophe, Geonosis will be the secondary capital if the Galactic Alliance. The infrastructure for it to be so is already here. There is every facet required for it to be so. "