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Post by Deleted on Jun 29, 2015 7:43:58 GMT -8
Several hundred miles south of Carannia, similarly located along the coast of the Belsalian sea, was the city of Traylax. Traylax, so small as to not even be worth mentioning, was little more than a fishing community, a small space port of barely ten berths, and little else. Indeed, the only fact it had gained the attention of the planet as a whole, was because of the Dante Deveaux scandal: as a result, Dante, now Falkner, had been awarded the Traylax Duchy, a base, and some one hundred men. Now, everyone watched Traylax with wary eyes - watching the Baron Falkner as he rebuilt not only his name, but his power.
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Falkner Comprassi stood on the back balcony of Dourstone, surveying the completed reconstruction, and the hustle and bustle of speeders landing and depositing his one hundred men. Beside him, Duke Gerard eyed it all with disdain bordering on rudeness, seemingly taking in the whole affair as one would tolerate a rude neighbor. "Come now, is it that tawdry of an affair?" Asked Falkner, turning to the Duke as his mouth quirked slightly. Inwardly, he enjoyed needling the Duke, who was by his own admission here reluctantly. The Duke snorted in response, gesturing before him at the completed barracks, the firing range, the obstacle courses, and a squat building which was an large indoor training simulator. "Why, yes, it is a tawdry affair. Barracks. Courses. An holoremote training center? Captains of far more prestige don't receive such equipment. You and your one hundred men; you're treated like kings. Like a Count." Came the scathing reply, the man turning on his heel to face Falkner.
Falkner raised his hands complacently, nearly shrugging. “Well, isn’t it nearly expected at this point? I haven’t worn the name Falkner for very long, after all. Most expected for even more to be showered on me. I refused of course. As a man should in my station.” The Duke only snorted once more, eyeing the soldiers as drillmasters formed them into rank and file on the parade ground below. The Duke, leaning against the balcony rail, paused for a few minutes to watch them before slowly replying. “You must admit; they have given you all someone of your legendary presence would need to rebuild your doomed house.” Falkner, not missing a beat, replied back smoothly. “Oh yes. But, isn’t that in of itself a test?” The Duke arched an eyebrow, inquisitively, and Falkner continued on. “Oh yes, Duke, a test. To give a former noble of high birth and rank a force capable of such growth as to topple the very house to take him in? It would be no test of honor, of oath, to take in such a…scandalous noble, and then give him a force such that he could do NOTHING with it. Far more challenging, far more insidious, to give him a dangerous force; that, and all the equipment needed to train and recruit his force back into what it was.”
The Duke was silent, mulling over Falkner’s words. Before nodding slowly in agreement. “Quite astute, Baron Falkner, quite astute indeed. It is little wonder how you earned your title. How then will you proceed?” Falkner simply chuckled, and gestured at the men arrayed before him at attention. Arrayed in four blocks of five by five, his one hundred had all arrived it seemed, and stood at attention, silently and with eyes forward, awaiting to be addressed. “My dear Duke, I will do as I pledged. I will retrain my men. I will fight with my men. And, under your oversight, we will prove ourselves to our house. Nothing more.” Falkner paused, then chuckled, before amending his comment. “Well, until ordered otherwise anyway.” The Duke snorted, but didn’t protest or insinuate otherwise - somehow believing that Falkner would, eventually, make himself so indispensable to House Comprassi. Falkner, walking a short distance to a podium that had been erected on the balcony, activated the podium’s mike before addressed the soldiers below.
“Soldiers of house Demici, no doubt you find me a familiar face, and no doubt there have been stirrings among you to the rise of Demici once more. Let me dash those rumors. For, I am Falkner Comprassi! I am your commander! No more does Demici reign on this world, for it, and the entirety of its house, is DEAD. The Count Dante Demici Deveaux, is DEAD. In its place, rising from the ashes, is Comprassi! You, and I, are COMPRASSI. You owe your fealty, your loyalty, and your honor to COMPRASSI. And, below the house that is your sovereign, to ME, Falkner Comprassi! Let all who dissent, let all who RECANT these claims, step forward and enter into honorable combat with me!”
The impassioned words, falling like a hammer on an anvil, broke more than a few soldier’s composure. Low, whispered, words spread through the ranks, and the drillmasters did nothing to quell them. More than a few held Demici to still be alive. More than a few would fight for their old house name. But, to enter into combat with the former Dante? To defy their former lord? None stepped forward. If their former lord and master declared their house dead - then dead it was. Still, though, words of despair, and other such whisperings, made their way through the ranks, and Falkner, hearing them, raised his arms to be heard.
“My brothers! For you are STILL my kinsmen! My brothers and sisters Comprassi! Hear me!” Slowly, the crowd’s whispers faded, and Falkner lowered his arms. “Hear me; for it is true. Greatness, notoriety, nobility, has fled us. But I ASK you. No. I COMMAND you to answer my question. Who is more noble? The Commander and Company who rises from the ashes ONCE to nobility and infamy, OR, the Commander and Company who rises not one, but TWICE from the ashes, in defiance of all, to etch their greatness into Serenno for all time?!” Their was silence, then calls from the ranks, calls that grew to shouts, shouts that grew to chants, and then to a deafening roar.
“Twice. Twice. Twice. Twice. Twice.” Came the shouts, came the chant, came the call. Slowly, Falkner raised his arms to the chants, sinking to his knees, eyes closed and head back, the sun beating down upon his golden face. The shouts reverberating, the cheers growing, the soldiers chanting the name of their commander now. “Falkner! Falkner! Falkner! Falkner!” Came the calls, and Duke Gerard could only shake his head at the image; the image of Falkner on his kness, his arms raised and head thrown back in exultation, his men chanting his name. So, THIS was the true essence of the dead house of Demici. This was how a new house could be assumed so easily. This was why Dan -…no…Falkner’s position was so feared. Because he did not command men. He LED them. As Falkner stood and dismissed the men, backing away from the balcony amidst cheers, he simply smiled ruefully at the Duke. The Duke frowned, but nodded in return. He was beginning to understand.
He was beginning to understand just what kind of man had entered Comprassi; and what a dangerous man he was indeed.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 2, 2017 21:32:17 GMT -8
How had it come to this?
He had left Serenno thinking he'd disappear into the black, not looking back, dealing with the stolen memory crystal all by his lonesome. Thing was, once the passenger liner had exited hyperspace, Jashin had been struck by the realization that he had absolutely NO idea of how to proceed with all of that. He had no idea how to reach the Resistance, or even the First Order for that matter (not that he'd do that, but, hey, options were options). Inevitably, he'd returned to the one place he knew - home - and had pretty much gone straight to the closest bar, and had proceeded to drink himself under a variety of tables. Between the booze, the Marcan herb (thank Gods, no Spice), and the Twi Lek girls that frequented his bed at night - he had essentially run out of credits in the first week.
Then he turned to gambling.
Why not, right? He was already several hundred thousand in debt with Zordo the Hutt. What was a little more? So he gambled and gambled, losing his blaster, his sword, his clothes - kark, he owed two of his cybernetic implants to a nasty Nikto wearing an eyepatch, but that's a story for another day. Then he hit it, that lucky hand - the guy owed him big, some obese human who couldn't stop sweating. At first the man had refused to pay Jashin: Jashin was, after all, to all appearances a bum. But Firrerreo, like Wookies, weren't exactly gracious losers. Especially when cheated. One dead body guard later, the obese man held aloft with his feet drumming out a beat against a wall, and he was more than willing to pay up on debts owed. So jashin had gone along with the man to a secluded landing pad, taking in the luxury ship, and had shook the human's hand and accepted the thing as payment.
Foolish, foolish Jashin. He hadn't bothered to go inside the thing, or to inspect the ship's landing pad.
The karking thing had been gutted. All those luxury accommodations? Gone. Gutted and replaced with a bar and cantina. And a kriffy one at that. To make matters even worse, the ship was grounded. Oh, yes, engines worked fine - better than fine, if the diagnostics could be believed - shields, repulsors, the whole of it purred like a kitten. But on her landing gear were gravity locks: the best impounding equipment ever conceived, virtually indestructible. Yeah, Jashin could fly her all right, so long as he was content to rip the ship in half. No, only two ways to get this particular bird off the ground. Either pay the impoundment fees, some one hundred and thirty three thousand credits (what'd the fat human do, sleep with a Moff's wife?), or hire a criminal outlaw tech to disassemble the locks. Course, as the ship was the most valuable impoundment on the planet, every couple of days the Impoundment bureau sent out a couple of inspection guys to take a look at the locks. And, because of the complexity of the locks, it took a damn sight of time to take the things off.
In other words, he was stuck.
So here he was, behind a counter on this ship - The Cloak and Stagger she was called - tending bar and cantina. He served pretty much every drink known to man, and as for food, he served noodles and sauce (cause why not be a noodle bar? If you're gonna do it, do it right). Out in a side room, about four former cabins had been turned into a gambling den, where Jashin had taken to having games of Hintaro and Divot (dice games), Blakjaac Sabaac, and Boski Scarab fights. For the most part they were left alone. Every once and a while an official would come by, asking for permits and such, health and food permits, gambling permits, etcetera - but Jashin just bought them off. It's not like he could pay the debt on the ship off, and the officials knew that - they were content enough to get paid jahin's meager earnings.
They, of course, didn't know about Jashin's ulterior dealings. If they had, they probably would have brought an entire brigade of Security Troopers with them and shut down the entire establishment. Oh, yes indeed - for Jashin did quite a bit on the side. Information brokering mainly, but plenty of illegal weapons sales on the side - as well as some bounty board postings and collections. And from it all, he skimmed what he could off the top. But what he really needed, and why he was in the business to begin with, was FAVORS. He needed contacts, someone to get his words to the right people. Those words being "Hey, uh, I've got a little something that thousands of people DIED for. Come and get it, please?".
But for now, he waited. Just yesterday he had been contacted by an old acquaintance. Said he had news - someone in the Resistance was on planet. Asking around to see if there were sympathizers. He had promised to get in contact with the Resistance member on Jashin's behalf. So now all there was to do was wait. Wait and see if the fish bites...
And pray to the various Gods that an even bigger fish didn't come along and swallow them all whole.
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Ty Loms
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Post by Ty Loms on Feb 10, 2017 17:24:20 GMT -8
From he fall of the Bloody Aces to the fall of the Organization it seemed that wherever Ty went death and destruction followed. It made him feel uneasy, like he was being targeted by some unknown enemy, and it also made him nervous that someone might assume that with the correlation that he might be behind the attacks. Since he had escaped the Nexus he had been on the move, never staying in one place long, constantly looking over his shoulder. He had even grown a beard and sported long hair which he had died blond. He was almost completely unrecognizable from his former self. He traveled light, one duffel bag containing some weapons, a few gadgets, forged credentials, and clothes.
Ty wasn't typically one to run from a fight but when the enemy is unseen and unknown it's impossible to fight, though he did do some investigating into who it could have been that had taken out both the Aces and the Organization so easily, he wondered if it was two separate groups or one, in either case they obviously had resources that neither of his former organizations had which was a clue in and of itself.
With his head down and his hood up Ty walked toward the ship turned cantina to get some food in his belly and a toss back a few drinks. He figured in a place like this no one would bother him much outside of a spacer or two looking for passengers to pay their way to the next port. He stopped at the boarding ramp and looked inside then turned and surveyed the area once more to make sure he hadn't been followed, then adjusted the strap on his shoulder and walked up the ramp. He looked around the bar then spotted a seat where he could see most everything in the room, which happened to be at the bar. He walked over to it and dropped his bag beside the stool and took a seat.
This place was a dump.He sat quietly with his head down. He sniffed the air a couple of times to see what might be cooking.He couldn't tell, but it smelled edible at least which was good enough for him and he could see that the bar was fully stocked which was a nice because that might take the taste of whatever he was about to eat out of his mouth. He made sure not to draw much attention to himself, so he didn't wave the bartender over to take his order, instead he would just wait until the man came to him.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 12, 2017 10:19:02 GMT -8
This place was depressing, or so Jashin had thoroughly decided. They had a handful of regulars - about eight - and between the lot of them barely enough credits to pay for Jashin's berth fees. Between that, bribing officials, and the costs of restocking the bar, he barely broke even; let alone made a profit to get out of this hellhole.
Besides himself, there was the skeletal looking Tognath known as Erzo - a humanoid alien who constantly wore a life support unit and breathmask, its voice (for Jashin didn't know the things gender) filtered through a synthesizer. Erzo was pretty what passed for the establishment's waiter, body guard, and general help. Jashin, of course, couldn't pay the alien - but he offered free room and board, and his choice of alcohol and noodles. The arrangement seemed to fit Erzo just fine.
Washing a glass, a blond human came up the boarding ramp to sit down at a table, looking meaningfully at Jashin before casting about. Definitely not a regular. But, maybe the potential to be one? Picking up a bottle of Corellian Brandy, he was about to walk over to the man when Erzo came from the back, holding the arm of a frail looking human. At Jashin's quizical look, the Tognath shoved the man to the ground. Mee feeda dis wompa cheetoo! Explained Erzo, its voice buzzing and synthesized.
Jashin, scowling, smoothly drew the pistol from his side, leveling it at the human. "...Gallo...is this true? You know better to cheat at the Koska Scarab fights. And after last time, I'd have thought you'd have learned your lesson; especially in light of the bar rules." Jashin gestured to a sign above him, old, written in crude basic - but legible. "Fool me once, shame on me. Fool me twice, shame on you. Fool me thrice, and you get shot in the face." Perhaps not very eloquent, but, it got the point across.
Erzo, crossing his arms, shook his head at the blaster. We sholda chuba crispo. Hees do "regular".
"I don't care. We get most our credits from the fights. Gotta set an example...and make one." Before the frail man on the ground could protest, Jashin's blaster pulsed, the scream of the bolt echoing in the confined space - the frail human falling over with a decidedly dead *thump*, a hole smoking in chest. "Take him out back. Dump him in the sewer." Jashin muttered, holstering his weapon. Erzo simply shrugged, doing as he was told; and Jashin made his way over to the blond man at the table. "All we've got is Corellian Brandy. Drink the bottle for all I care. Stuff is worthless here. You want something to eat, then you eat noodles. Doesn't matter what kind of noodles. But it'll be noodles. We accept solid credit ingots only." Unceremoniously Jashin slammed the bottle of brandy onto the table, followed by a relatively dirty menu. "If you choose to gamble, don't cheat."
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The Sable Count
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Post by The Sable Count on Oct 16, 2017 19:10:25 GMT -8
A massive building project was underway on the outskirts of Carannia. Since the Defense Fleet had been locked up underground, they needed a new group for that purpose. That job fell to the newly formed Serenno Defense Group. Consisting of a group of a few thousand security volunteers, each whom had been trained in usage of blasters and hand to hand combat, they were in charge of keeping law and order on the planet. However, the real threat was the Serenno Guard. Consisting of about 100 commando droids, these were the elite soldiers of the government, who would be called in whenever there was an emergency. In addition, housed in a massive hangar being constructed from granite, was moonbeam squadron. Consisting of 60 Nantex-Class fighters, it formed the backbone of Serenno’s public fighter defense. Architects had spent months prior to the invasion planning what would happen after it was finished, and now was the time for those plans to be executed.
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Post by The Sable Count on Oct 17, 2017 3:24:12 GMT -8
The construction of the hangar was on schedule. The needed ground had been cleared and the foundations of the building had been layed. Construction droids has began construction of the carnivorous granite walls. At the same time, black marble was being brought in for the floor of the building, as had Geonosian fighter sockets to house the 60 ships.
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The Sable Count
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Post by The Sable Count on Oct 17, 2017 14:08:32 GMT -8
The final wall has been put up. Worked busied away on the ceiling of the hangar, while others began installing the back marble floors. In addition on the archway above the main entrance, which opened up in such a way that you could look out at incoming ships, the seal of the New Serenno Govenrnment was being installed. Other workers were toiling away at installing the ports for the fighters. Finally, a team of engineers was overseeing construction of the track that would lead to the Royal Palace. It was a very busy time on Serenno, as the new Count wanted to get rid of the unimployment that led to the many drinking establishments, thugs, and less productive economics that wracked the cities. Here was truly a man who not only was a brilliant tactician, but was also extremely intent on maintaining the good will of the people.
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Post by The Sable Count on Oct 18, 2017 3:20:08 GMT -8
The hangar had been completed entirely. The massive vaulted ceiling was in place, the Nantex-Class starfighters were in place, the black marble floors had been fully completed. A government official stood watch as the final starfighter was put in place, to the cheers of the workers who built the structure. This building would serve as the headquarters of the Serenno Defense Group.
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Post by The Sable Count on Nov 30, 2017 4:12:00 GMT -8
Today an enormous spectacle had been arranged by the Counts in an effort to try and impress any Galactic Alliance members on the planet. Fighters and droids had been lined up. A large crowd had gathered to observe the spectacle. The commander dropped his hand and the ceremony began. A group of three starfighters shot over the square in front of the Assembly House, and the ceremony commenced. Members of the Serenno Legion began marching down the square, with the Starfighter trios still shooting over the architecture that could rival the galactic city. Seeing as it was night time, for increased effect of the spectacle, massive lights were beamed down from the buildings. As this happened, there were fireworks in the sky, taking the shapes of the major houses.
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Post by The Sable Count on Sept 11, 2018 14:39:55 GMT -8
1 Year Before the Arrival of the Jedi Lords...
Carannia had once been a magnificent city. With architecture that rivaled that of the Galactic City on Coruscant, lively people, wonderful entertainment, and the steeping of history that the city had, it had always been a prime destination for galactic tourists. It attracted the wealthy, the powerful, and those who wanted a taste of a more civil, refined, cultured experience that the world was known for. Not any more however.
It had been a relatively normal day when the fighting broke out. The droid armies on the planet had suddenly turned against the humans. Specifically, the droids produced on Geonosis. The massive fleet in orbit had locked down the system, and droids began overwhelming the government forces on the planet. The human forces of the SDF had not been enough to repel the massive attack force. Millions of droids swarmed across the planet, pushing the humans further and further back. Trapped with no way of escape, the government forces in Carannia fought a losing battle against the endless hordes of droids being produced by the foundries that had been so skillfully crafted by the Infinite Imperium. The city and it's accompanying defensive rings had been set up concentrically. First, there were the outlying districts, encompassed by wall Aurek. Then, there was the city proper, protected by wall Besh, it's magnificent architecture still standing, but militerised. Gun emplacements stood from balconies, concert halls became hospitals, et cetera. Finally, there was the government, military, and palatine districts, set up in wall Cresh. A massive, starship grade energy shield protected the city, while artillery rained fire upon the droids whenever they regrouped to attack. Every day, it seemed like more and more droids came.
Wall Aurek had fallen after six months, after commando droids had killed the shield projector, and tanks broke through the gates. Ninety-Five percent of the ring's population had been lost, alongside the farmland that provided for the city. With shortages mounting, and no end to the conflict in sight, Aderon was losing hope. The Galactic Alliance had abandoned them, and they were trapped by the blockade in orbit. Their only recourse was to fight a stalling action against the forces of the droids, and hope that some miracle would come about that would save them...
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Post by The Sable Count on Sept 12, 2018 9:30:40 GMT -8
Aderon stood watching over the wall. A large number of droids were approaching. The dust they kicked up from the former farmlands obscured their exact forces, but the electronic signature binoculars could pick them up easily. As could the ground based radar. A klaxon sounded, ushering all residents into their homes and all militiamen to the wall. Soldiers ran to the wall, their white armor and glistening black faceplates looking more like the armor of stormtroopers than defenders of liberty. Wielding flechette launchers, riot guns, and riot shields, they were more designed for police work. As they stood, guns aimed over the wall, several massive light blue beams hit the shield.
At first, nothing happened. The soldiers on the wall stood steady, unmoving. Helmets facing straight out over the battlefield. Aderon, standing on the balcony of the palace, wore a worried expression on his face, as his breath created tendrils of frost against the cold air. Staring up at the shield as the massive blue beams worked away at it. The generation device was heating up, slowly but surely, under the pressure of the SPHA weapons. Suddenly, his attentend, standing beside him, gestured sildly towards a single spot on the massive bubble; a crack had formed in the shield.
“Commence the bombardment.”
All around the city, domes peeled back, revealing massive proton cannons, armed and ready to fire. There was a loud mechanical whirring as the weapons moved and locked into place, followed by a moment of eerie silence. Then, a loud boom and crack echoed across the city. A purple-pink trail arced from one of the guns to outside the wall, creating a distan explosion. Suddenly, thousands of these booms could be heard as weapons fired, reloaded, and then fired again. Soldiers on the wall held their ground, waiting for the droid attack to commence in earnest. Across the massive shield, cracks and small holes began forming, as more and more damage was put into it. The shield generator was being pushed now, he hoped to the force that it held.
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Lucien Malvern
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Post by Lucien Malvern on Aug 7, 2019 12:13:06 GMT -8
=A few months after Saffia=
Fierce fighting had erupted within the city limits of Carannia as the height of the Jedi Lord's campaigns to pacify, unify, and restore Serenno brought them to the planet's capital. Carannia had been modernized and enlarged under the planet's former ruler, Aderon Dooku. Now it was a stronghold of the rebels and warlords that had torn the planet apart and were now on the defensive against the united front, presented by the Jedi Lords. The forces, commanded by the Duke of Fiyarro, Lucien Malvern, as well as other notables of the Jedi Lord ranks began their offensive with great morale and determination. The liberation of Carannia would present the needed turning point in the war and would hopefully break the foundations and morale of their enemy. For Carannia was not a political symbol, but a military asset.
Those within the Jedi Lords knew of the city's importance, both politically and militarily. It was where the old Assembly of Lords had gathered and where Aderon had kept a bulk of his droid armies. Thankfully, they had remained deactivated since the turmoil hit the planet and the rebels seemed to not been able to bring the droids out of their standby and deactivated positions. That was why Lucien, especially, made a strong push into the industrial districts, aiming to liberate them and reactivate the droids for usage against the rebels. Though many within the Jedi Lords used organic soldiers, the potential that could be brought by the presence of caches of battle droids and automaton vehicles would be a boon to their military, both for Serenno's liberation and future expansion from the planet. Ducal troops fought hard and with great determination as they pushed deeper and deeper into Carannia, aiming for a cluster of military bunkers, hidden beneath the main industrial district of the capital.
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The last of the rebels fought hard within the bunkers, but soon they were eliminated. Lucien cutting down their commander with the swift movement of his lightsaber. He turned, deactivating his weapon, as his technicians and engineers headed for the consoles, examining their condition. They had been locked down, likely by someone of notable rank and close to Aderon, ensuring these droids did not fall into the hands of enemies. Lucien walks over to one of the consoles, tapping the screen lightly as he began looking at the conditions set and what was blocking their re-activation.
Perform a reset on the main computer... I doubt we can break in with what the rebels tried to do to get the console's security cracked. Likely cause more damage if we tried anything further. Use my father's old codes, they should still work.
The lead technician nods and proceeds to the main computer, logging in with the late Malvern's codes. New windows popped up as the technician did his work, bypassing the necessary security to get to the reset protocol for the bunker's systems. A few more typing and soon, everything went black save for flashing red lights. Lucien and his team stood in silence, waiting to see if the computer would turn back on from the reset. Then....
Welcome, Lord Adrius. System restarting from lockdown protocol. All systems green... booting up necessary protocols.
Lucien exhales slightly, looking up at where the voice receivers would be.
Computer, authorization R4-233-79C. Change user from Lord Adrius Malvern to Duke Lucien Malvern. Reset codes for new users in the future. Set ownership to Jedi Lords and High Lord Everett Stone.
There was a moment of silence before the computer responds.
Code accepted. User changed authorized. Ownership change authorized. Codes reset and new codes being generated.
All going well, thought Lucien before a loud rumble was heard overhead. The fighting was close, the droids needed to be activated.
Computer, request activation protocol. Authorization Duke Lucien Malvern. Reactivate the droid troops and vehicles. Set allied protocol to these military codes I am putting in now. Set their targets to hostile forces attacking those with these codes.
Malvern sets in the various military channels, frequencies, and everything necessary that ensured his troops were viewed as allies and those attacking his forces were to be viewed as hostile and to be engaged. Lucien, along with the engineers, input the codes as the computer reviews them.
Authorization accepted. Beginning activation protocol.
And so, the droid forces would get their signal to awaken. Finally, the tide would be turned against the rebels.
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Post by General Karabekir on Aug 7, 2019 14:28:57 GMT -8
=A few months after Saffia= Fierce fighting had erupted within the city limits of Carannia as the height of the Jedi Lord's campaigns to pacify, unify, and restore Serenno brought them to the planet's capital. Carannia had been modernized and enlarged under the planet's former ruler, Aderon Dooku. Now it was a stronghold of the rebels and warlords that had torn the planet apart and were now on the defensive against the united front, presented by the Jedi Lords. The forces, commanded by the Duke of Fiyarro, Lucien Malvern, as well as other notables of the Jedi Lord ranks began their offensive with great morale and determination. The liberation of Carannia would present the needed turning point in the war and would hopefully break the foundations and morale of their enemy. For Carannia was not a political symbol, but a military asset.
Those within the Jedi Lords knew of the city's importance, both politically and militarily. It was where the old Assembly of Lords had gathered and where Aderon had kept a bulk of his droid armies. Thankfully, they had remained deactivated since the turmoil hit the planet and the rebels seemed to not been able to bring the droids out of their standby and deactivated positions. That was why Lucien, especially, made a strong push into the industrial districts, aiming to liberate them and reactivate the droids for usage against the rebels. Though many within the Jedi Lords used organic soldiers, the potential that could be brought by the presence of caches of battle droids and automaton vehicles would be a boon to their military, both for Serenno's liberation and future expansion from the planet. Ducal troops fought hard and with great determination as they pushed deeper and deeper into Carannia, aiming for a cluster of military bunkers, hidden beneath the main industrial district of the capital.======================== The last of the rebels fought hard within the bunkers, but soon they were eliminated. Lucien cutting down their commander with the swift movement of his lightsaber. He turned, deactivating his weapon, as his technicians and engineers headed for the consoles, examining their condition. They had been locked down, likely by someone of notable rank and close to Aderon, ensuring these droids did not fall into the hands of enemies. Lucien walks over to one of the consoles, tapping the screen lightly as he began looking at the conditions set and what was blocking their re-activation.Perform a reset on the main computer... I doubt we can break in with what the rebels tried to do to get the console's security cracked. Likely cause more damage if we tried anything further. Use my father's old codes, they should still work.The lead technician nods and proceeds to the main computer, logging in with the late Malvern's codes. New windows popped up as the technician did his work, bypassing the necessary security to get to the reset protocol for the bunker's systems. A few more typing and soon, everything went black save for flashing red lights. Lucien and his team stood in silence, waiting to see if the computer would turn back on from the reset. Then....Welcome, Lord Adrius. System restarting from lockdown protocol. All systems green... booting up necessary protocols.Lucien exhales slightly, looking up at where the voice receivers would be.Computer, authorization R4-233-79C. Change user from Lord Adrius Malvern to Duke Lucien Malvern. Reset codes for new users in the future. Set ownership to Jedi Lords and High Lord Everett Stone.There was a moment of silence before the computer responds.Code accepted. User changed authorized. Ownership change authorized. Codes reset and new codes being generated.All going well, thought Lucien before a loud rumble was heard overhead. The fighting was close, the droids needed to be activated.Computer, request activation protocol. Authorization Duke Lucien Malvern. Reactivate the droid troops and vehicles. Set allied protocol to these military codes I am putting in now. Set their targets to hostile forces attacking those with these codes.Malvern sets in the various military channels, frequencies, and everything necessary that ensured his troops were viewed as allies and those attacking his forces were to be viewed as hostile and to be engaged. Lucien, along with the engineers, input the codes as the computer reviews them.Authorization accepted. Beginning activation protocol.And so, the droid forces would get their signal to awaken. Finally, the tide would be turned against the rebels."If anyone moves, they will be terminated. Now, answer, where is Lord Adrius? Or Count Aderon? Or any other authorized user?" |
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Lucien Malvern
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Post by Lucien Malvern on Aug 7, 2019 14:46:34 GMT -8
As the droids began to activate, the clanking of hundreds of battle droids preparing for war filling the room, a secondary bootup sequence was initiated. On one of the smaller computer panels, a few lines of code flowed across the screen. After a few minutes, however, the bootup sequence was completed, and the terminal made a beep. Seconds later, a concealed in the floor at the center of the room opened, and a platform rose up out of it, along with a large quantity of steam from evidently long abandoned hydraulic systems. This steam obscured the room, which concealed the sealing of most of the entrances and exits to the room. On the platform stood the General, alongside two v2 commando droids.His emerald green paint still largely intact, he pointed a blaster pistol at the back of Lucien's head, while the other two droids swept the room to keep the technicians in place. After scanning the room himself, and determining that there was no evident threat, he considered lowering his weapon, but then decided that it was equally likely that this was some sort of Imperial trick, and that they had managed to gain control over the systems controlling the bunker, and change the IFF protocols to prevent their own deaths."If anyone moves, they will be terminated. Now, answer, where is Lord Adrius? Or Count Aderon? Or any other authorized user?" |
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Post by General Karabekir on Aug 7, 2019 16:30:48 GMT -8
"I will warn you, if any harm comes to me or my droids, you will be attacked by Magnaguards, which should be more than a match for a Jedi and two soldiers, in all probability."
The droid paused for a moment, before lowering his blaster pistol. Scanning the facial features of the man before him and cross-referencing it with the data he had on Adrius. A few moments later, the information came back positive. There were enough common facial points that it was likely that the man before him was in all probability who he said he was. Even so, however, he did not order his droid commandos to lower their weapons. This could still all be a trick, and so he wanted to be ready for any sort of deception that a possible Imperial infiltrator could have prepared for him.
"If the previous users have been eliminated, then I am forced to conclude that my logic circuit was correct in predicting that the dangerous game they were playing eventually ended up catching up with them."
He paused for a moment, before continuing on.
"But who are you to come before me, Lucien Malvern? And what do you want of my armies?"
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Post by Lucien Malvern on Aug 7, 2019 19:14:02 GMT -8
Lucien was finally able to raise his hand, indicating to his guards to lower their rifles to standby. So Aderon still had secrets he kept from the men and women who made the nobility of Serenno before its collapse. This droid was at least aware of the hard times that had been coming to Serenno that led up to Lord Dooku's disappearance and the calamity that fell upon the Assembly. Lucien clips his lightsaber onto his side as the droid speaks.
The Assembly was murdered several years ago, General. A rebel called Deros the Bloody killed them and the event caused Serenno collapsing on itself. Years went on as rebels and warlords ravaged the world and enslaved the people that Lord Dooku once ruled... who knows where he is now though. Aderon Dooku vanished and could not be found.
Lucien examines the droid as he speaks, allowing him to take in what he was handling. This droid definitely seemed advanced.
On to the point of why I want your armies, I represent a growing coalition of people who desire to see Serenno liberated. We call ourselves the Jedi Lords. We have joined together in fighting off the rebels at Saffia and now seek to restore peace and order to this planet. I was reactivating your droids to help in liberating the city of Carannia and the rest of Serenno that remains under the control of these rebels. Above us, my troops, alongside other members and allies of the Jedi Lords, fight against rebels that have long held this city.
Several rumbles followed and dust shook from the top of the control center they were in. Seemed the artillery was advancing forward with their targets, which meant his troops were gaining ground as the rebels lost it... they were likely to make their last stand in the central district. Lucien looks at General Karabekir.
These droid armies once served Lord Aderon with a purpose to protect the public and this world. He may be gone, but your purpose doesn't alter. So I came here to liberate this city, deal a heavy blow to the rebels, and gain your soldiers to help in the fight to liberate my home and the home of many others.
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Post by General Karabekir on Aug 7, 2019 19:34:58 GMT -8
“What you say is true. I am still bound by my prime directive, even with the death of the previous holder of the directive. And by my estimates, it is very likely Aderon was the victim of political infighting. There were certainly tensions between him and his ally, the Harch. If the Empire did not capture him, then it is likely that he was betrayed, and is dead.”
Karabekir looked upward at the ceiling as the boom of artillery could be heard. The sensation was unsettling, if familiar, and they diverted his mind to begin comprising strategies to assault the city center and reclaim it from the rebels.
“For now, I will make an alliance with yourself, as the first objective for my tactical plan to succeed would be this city, and in that, we share a common goal. However be warned, actions taken against the prime directive will result in dire consequences for both you, and your so//called Jedi Lords.”
With that, he deactivated the lockdown of the facility. The doors to this chamber re-opened, and the battle preparations of the many droids surrounding them continued. Simultaneously, he also pulled up a map of the city center. The once-great city of Carannia was now gripped by violence, it’s beautiful edifices chipped into by blaster fire and torn apart by artillery and improvised explosives. However, this did have its uses. After all, caches of droids could be found all around the city, including within then central district. And those cached needed only to be activated for them to emerge behind enemy lines and wreak havoc. Bringing up the locations of said caches on the map, he turned to Lucien.
“I would recommend you cease your bombardment of the city center, lest you cause further damage that can be avoided. I have caches of troops behind enemy lines. All you need do is cease your bombardment and order a ground attack, and we can catch the enemy in between two fronts, and hopefully confine them to a small enough area that we can completely eradicate them from the city.”
He was not sure if the man before him was as dedicated to upholding the prime directive as Aderon was, and so he would observe his actions during this battle to decide if he could be trusted with the greater knowledge the system possessed. For he was likely the last thing left on Serenno, short of some long-destroyed archive, as to the location of the majority of the former Separatist forces on the planet. Resources such as massive battleships, prototype infantry units, elite commando units, tanks, transports, aquatic assault vehicles. Everything needed to make or break a nation. And this knowledge would have to be earned, not simply given out.
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Post by Lucien Malvern on Aug 7, 2019 20:27:19 GMT -8
Well, it would at least secure the droid forces long denied to the rebels. Lucien counted it as a victory to gain access to these additional troops, a surprise that the rebels certainly would not be ready for. After all, they likely had not found out, yet, of the death of their troops that were stationed in this bunker. It gave them an element of surprise that could effectively clear Carannia of these enemies and secure the city for the future of a liberated and united Serenno.
Much of the city was already in ruin upon our arrival, General Karabekir. After the untimely death of Deros the Bloody, many of his warlords split up and even resorted to fighting with each other. Cities like Carannia have become battlefields for this struggle of supremacy and the spot of the late Deros. Even Fiyarro, the city I liberated, was not in good shape when I brought my forces to expel the rebels.
Nonetheless, Lucien pulls out his comlink and keys the artillery commander. He gives the orders for the artillery to cease their bombardment. An affirmative was heard on the other line. After that, Lucien keys over to the next channel, speaking to the commanders of his ground troops which were already advancing. Their original orders were repeated and affirmatives were given as the troops continued their advance against the enemy positions.
My troops have already been advancing just behind the artillery bombardments. The rebels have been pushed back into the capital district by my forces and the additional troops sent by the other Jedi. Seems their command center is located across from the Assembly House... we have been detecting chatter from that area.
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Post by General Karabekir on Aug 7, 2019 20:43:11 GMT -8
“Then I would say it is time for this conflict to be ended, before further damage is inflicted onto this city.”
With that, he walked over to the center console, inputting several codes. Before long, a dish shaped receiver panel rose out of the console, and a small speaker emerged from the dish.
“Confederacy Secure Access Override: Karabekir. Authorisation Code: Arcs Pharaoh 9-5”
With that, several beeps could be heard from the panel. Shortly thereafter, the receiver slid back down into the panel, and a lever emerged atop a stack of buttons built into a tall console. Pulling the lever, there appeared to be no visible effect within the bunker.
Under the Great Assembly House, however, things were quite different. Several rebels milled about next to a large painting depicting the previous victory of Aderon Dooku to unite the separatists. What was not known, however, was the fact that the painting was in fact a front for the door to a large bunker, containing hundreds of B-2 Super Battle Droids. A distinct clanking could be heard throughout the building, all of a sudden, putting the rebels on alert. What they could not have been prepared for, was when wave upon wave of B-2s seemingly came out of the wall. The rebel just beneath the painting thought it was judgement day, before he was crushed to death by the legion of robots.
The tide of droids spilled through the corridors of the assembly hall, ruthlessly exterminating many of the rebels unfortunate enough to be inside it. Although they fought valietly, they were ultimately no match for the armored killing machines, and were killed within the building to the last man. Following this, the droids poured out of the building, much to the surprise and bewilderment of both Lucien’s and the rebel’s soldiers. However, the bewildered looks on the rebel’s faces soon turned to screams, as repeating blaster fire began cutting swathes through them.
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Post by Lucien Malvern on Aug 8, 2019 14:08:12 GMT -8
Reports came in on Lucien's comlink as the commanders ordered their advance once the droids were sighted. It sounded less of an actual military operation and rather a mop up of the remaining resistance with Carannia. With the droids securely on their side, the city would certainly be liberated by the end of this day. Then the people could return, rebuild their homes and resume their lives. However, Lucien had a feeling that Carannia's time as the capital of this world was coming to an end. Their leader, Everett Stone, seemed keen on making the new government of their faction and this world over at Saffia. For now, the Jedi knew his commanders could handle things from here, leaving them to finish the liberation of the city.
With your aid, I will give a favor in return, General. I will see to it that you are formally introduced to my colleagues and welcomed into the fold as a duly respected commander within our armed forces. As the commander-in-chief of the Jedi Lord's army and navy, I promise this.
Lucien says, raising his right hand as a solemn and quiet oath to the droid commander. The Jedi then looks out of the viewport of this main office that served as the hub and center for the reactivation of the droid troops within Carannia. His eyes looked at once where many battle droids were folded and deactivated. Now, nothing more than empty sockets and racks.
Are there any more of these caches like this, General? I recall the days Aderon ruled and his determined efforts in reviving Serenno's economy and military. My father once said that Serenno is both a paradise and a fortress thanks to the late Count. I suspect there is one under Fiyarro if its previous occupants hadn't discovered it.
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