Mechis III

[Master Kyp Durron]

The Bloodlust emerged from hyperspace over Mechis III. Kyp immediately began his descent, not bothering to hail the planet below. The Dark Side of the Force was strong, and the inhabitants below certainly knew by now that he was here and why he had come. He allowed himself a cruel chuckle at the thought of the thousands of souls he had harvested on Korriban. Not to worry... Kyp said to no one in particular. There will be plenty of fresh souls to join you as we conquer the Galaxy system by system. There will be no one to stop us this time.

 

Kyp piloted the battered Corellian Corvette to what looked like a command center, and set the ship down with a gentle hiss of repulsors in one of the empty docking bays surrounding the structure. He let the ship on standby, as he would not be here long. He picked up the large case full of Sith crystals, and disembarked the ship. As he approached the command center, he noticed that no one questioned his motives... no one tried to intercept him. He quickly made his way through the building, and found the storage facility. He left the case full of thousands of souls, along with a holomessage, for Darth Oblivion.

 

~~~Holomessage:~~~

Darth Oblivion, in this case are thousands of warrior souls imprisoned in Sith crystals... every last remaining warrior soul from Korriban. Lord Dagon ordered them delivered to you for the new war droids. I trust you will find them suitable... and far superior to mere slave souls.

~~~End Holomessage~~~

Thank you for choosing sprint!

 

Kyp turned about with a flourish of his black and purple cloak, and headed back to his ship. Within minutes he was back in orbit, and off to finish his mission...

[Oblivion]

While the master of facilities, Darth Oblivion, was inable to recall the holomessage personally, his advisors upon the industrial planet made sure the same message would be relayed to his current location where it could be heard..

 

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Now, with the abundance of the soul essences taken from Korriban, the massive assembly lines that had been outfitting the empty shells began to open up its furthest functions which had been shut down temporarily until the souls had arrived. The cybernetic team researchers devised a way through the production to, just as well, temporarily feed the essence of souls into the inorganic bodies of the completed war droids.

 

The manual workers, who had helped monitor and stabilize the assembly lines, now found themselves operating with the machinery, one by one, to fill in the sensitive process of harnessing soul to metal frame. It had been simplified for such simple minds, much of process already done by the intelligent design of the researchers, to merely cradle the soul in place of the core and steady it until the electromagnetics reacted with the new power source.

 

This process continued slowly, completed every thirty minutes by a number of workers operating at a time. Though it was fairly slow, as the workers became more deft in the new pratice, the lines began to fill more rapidly, housing the fully completed war droids to be stored until furthur notice.

 

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[Master Kyp Durron]

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The Slave convoy from Trulalis exited hyperspace over Mechis III.

 

Mechis III, this is Commander Jarrod Kresh of the Genesis Project. Requesting permission to land.

 

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[Oblivion]

One of the advisors, the same who had filled the request to relay the message earlier, addressed himself on the communication link requested by the Commander. A scientist adorned in long white robes, whose face was more less veiled by the length of his overhanging hair and spectacles, spoke quickly into the microhpone piece.

 

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”œOf course, Commander. We are very aware of the extent of the Genesis and have been expecting shipment. You are ahead of schedule, yet I'm sure the headmaster shall be pleased by this news..”

[Exodus]

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The Slave encampment from Naboo split hyperspace over Mechis III. A new planet to the blundering humanoids made way into their mental picture as they approached the newly mechanized planet. The handful of obsidian vessels

 

Mechis III, requesting permission to land under the directive of Master Exodus himself. Large slave shipment ready to deploy upon authorization, Over and out'.

 

The designated Commander spoke with assurance as his command would've appreciated no less, the success of this all would go uncherished by Exodus himself as he had more pressing matters to attend too.

 

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[Oblivion]

The slave quarters, requested from Master Exodus himself, were promptly transferred to the surface of Mechis III promptly upon instruction. The captives were held temporarily onboard until the final adjustments were made to the neighboring buildings for their inhabitance. Groups of cloned troopers escorted them to these quarters, where they were held and instated overnight, before beginning laborous work on the manufactoring of the parts necessary to increase the increased production even further.

 

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Meanwhile, due to the influx of captive workers, production on the war droids proceeded ahead of schedule. Their quota had been made, already set aside and stowed for departure, while the second legion was already in the making. A fitting backup or reinforcements if any case needed such things, though it was highly unlikely in the minds of the overseers. None the less, it was commanded, and rightfully was done as so.

 

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[Dagon]

::Imperial scientists begin the process of converting the dissidents into useful members of society, like flashlights. They are outfitted for a myriad of roles, vox casting, mining, administrative duties and volatiles among others. It won't be long before they're ready to be shipped out again back to the worlds they came from.::

[Oblivion]

After long hours of flight, the onyx played A-Wing landed directly next to the pads created to the main facilities. A group of advisors, officers, and scientists alike lined to greet him as he made his way out, detailing every little bit of information he would need from the time of his departure before to the present situation.

 

”œSplendid, make sure tests are run with the final products. The Dark Lord is expecting nothing but the finest of potential in all his units, be they droids or soliders alike. Now, be gone.”

[Kakuto Ryu]

"Eh... No. I'm out," Kakuto said, picking up his things. "I'm too bored to remember what's happened in the last few days, so I'm just going to assume that the answers to all your problems are 'No' or 'Seppuku.' That is all."

 

And with those words of wisdom, Kakuto boarded his ship and took off for hyperspace...

[Exodus]

Landing cleared, and approached now being informed, Exodus crept into Mechis III's atmosphere quickly and efficiently. His duties were placed above all and his unrelenting attitude towards them made an impression on all those that served him.

 

The lone figure now stood in the highest of the facilities that night, the wind and rain raging at his dark form. Shrouded in darkness and cloaked in night, his solitary form appeared to be- to the untrained eye- no more than a shadow amongst the shadows, a darker spot amidst the gloom. He blended in perfectly with his surroundings, a silhouette only slightly darker than the stormy sky, face and body hooded and shrouded from the entire world.

 

In the same manner, Exodus moved to the highly secured entrance hall of the foremost facility and was respectfully greeted. His briefing of the matter would be better given from Oblivion however; therefore he was led to the council chambers in which his comrade had awaited him.

 

Vengeance, the voice hissed, promising something that the Light could never offer, would never give, the single word floating through his mind, preventing him from gathering any coherent thoughts. Any thoughts of resistance, of argument, fled immediately, leaving him in a haze of oath. Vengeance. And power.

 

He closed his eyes for a moment and reached out to the omnipresent Force. It was there, of course. It was always there. He wanted to crush those that opposed him more than ever, and his patience lingered ”“

 

”œI am here, Oblivion. Let us continue.”

[Oblivion]

Leaning up out from the chair, he greeted his comrade with the humble lowering of his head, a sign of the respect held for the man as he entered. Both arms wrapped across his chest, still bound around the dark patterened full-body cloak that extending out past his ankles. The faintest glimmer shone from his eyes as he looked out to his partner, 'though his facial features were rather stoic in their appearance to him.

 

”œImpecible timing, as always. It would seem that when we last left off, there were only a handful of prototypes.. Now, through the exhausted laboring efforts of all our personelle here, there are already several hundred completed replicas on standby, waiting to be deployed, with more on the way as we speak..”

[Exodus]

”œOh, this should be good.”

[Oblivion]

After the fighter had been reduced to a mere chasis, Oblviino set his sight on the ship's main control point, infused with an array of computers which housed and devised the many functions of the starfighter. Seperating military components with the information stored, using his sense and awareness through the darkness to perceive any security protocols the ship may have to be left with a thin casing, no larger then the size of his forefinger, to levitate out from the dismantled X-wing to be suited carefully within his own palm.

 

”œIt would seem my intuition has not failed me this time, I see. Well, now, this will prove very interesting..”

[Exodus]

It would be hard to imagine a more silent group than the cybernetic grim-faced souls who slowly trickled in and out of the darkened stage in which Exodus had found himself a challenger to countless. The air in the arena felt dead and thin, barely able to carry the soft scuffle of dragging feet as one by one, imprudent War Droids made their way around Exodus. Computerized verbal communication was cast toward Exodus, only proving to annoy him further; droids were never his thing. Acutely laid-back, Exodus hovered warily inside of his skin; his senses alight with caution, he memorized soul as it passed.

 

Just in case.

 

An unyielding smirk accompanied the prodigy's smooth manifestation. A hyper-extended arm quickly withdrew after its initial command, in correspondence with the anomalous movements of the hasty War Droids. Exodus then composed himself into a well-renowned fighting style, Form VII; a rather demanding and intricate form which overawes its opposition with an apparently unrelated staccato of sequences. Speed, exactitude and sprightly responses would devour any resistance, especially when Exodus was on the theatre of war.

 

Without hesitation, Exodus opted to plant his foot upon the nearest droid, which would allow him leverage for the next movement to a much more complex piece. Unexpectedly, the souls of olde were more aware then first suspected; another difference when dealing with daft droids. A robotic arm flung forward and clamped its hard, abrasive fingers onto the pressing leg, slamming Exodus into the nearest wall with a pressure unlike anything seen from a mere droid.

 

Ouch.

 

Smoke clouded the droning room; thick obscurities blinded the audience's capability of a reaction. Darkness, never a limitation for Exodus, and as it seemed, it would not impede the droids' stride either. Within the black cloud, the Phantom rippled with an erratic energy that smothered anything within his distance. The observers' window dared to crack under the violent pressure that emanated from the Sith Master. Cyclical sparks sprung within the dark blur that filled the room, darting from every-which way as if the room itself was threatening to explode.

[Oblivion]

Steadying himself back against the wall, which forces were presented by the ominent pressure caused by the Sith Master, he looked onward with anticipation. The delight that would become from the room enveloping in darkness, aroused by the fear drawing in the hearts of scientists and ancestoral souls alike, would be extreme. Rather then resist in effort to save the lives of the observers, Oblivion was not foolish as to come against the darkness; the abyssal force which derrived all feeling and deeper sense of power.

 

Instead, as the thick corrosive material gave underway over the heavily fortified darkness, he merely let himself be enveloped by it as it instantly devoured those who were accompanying him in the same room. But a few moments later, he had reappeared, weapon drawn at Exodus' side, back to back.

 

”œWe move as one”¦ I shall be your shadow, as you shall be mine, in perfect synchrony”¦”

[Exodus]

The room was deathly hushed.

 

Ten seconds of silence.

 

Thirty seconds of calmness, as in the eye of a storm.

 

Forty five seconds of utter stillness.

 

Nothing stirred, not even a speck of dust.

 

Crackle!

 

The sound of sudden showers of sparks filled the room like an explosion while shadows danced from its light. The cause for these sparking showers became apparent as blades of opaque crimson-tinged black flashed through the walls where the sparks were originating. As one the showers danced over the walls, the harsh scream of the individual particles of the wall being ripped from their places by blades of high energy almost deafening in comparison to the previous silence. With lightning quick speed the destructive and deadly forces on the other side of the wall carved out their portals.

 

Once the cuts were completed the severed sections of the walls launched themselves across the room at near Mach speeds. Perfect collision met with the multitude of Droids that attempted to grasp a firm lock on the Phantom warrior.

 

The cries of the room's soul occupants that lay sprawled out on the floor had been clearly heard and felt in the Force. The amplitude of these cries had shown that they were precluded from all other options. The anguish on that was heard was surely unique and would at some point fuel the carnivorous rage within any Sith.

 

Evidence of the ferocity of battle, the intensity of combat, and the seriousness of the events transpiring were all too clear in this room. The walls had been scorched and blackened, and the floor had been blasted away. The glow-panels in the room had all been destroyed, and they now fought in near complete darkness. This was rather good actually, considering Exodus' artistic robe barely clung to his lower half while nothing but his specialized Brassard remained strapped to his chest.

 

If any X-ray vision cameras still remained within the room's broken structure, then it would have surely be able to contain more of this impressive fight, while notifying the scientists of the Droid's flaws and what would need to be enhanced to a superiority of these designs. All in all, it proved to be a decent match-up, surely the rebels would have their hands full with these alone.

 

Still, the arrival of Oblivion in combat was a bit humoring seeing as the Droids would be completely obliterated under the pressure of two Sith monstrosities. Example of such adaptive teamwork maneuvers would soon come to par as Exodus took advantage of their cooperative positioning and drew two droids towards him. Oblivion remained in front of the happening though, and his swordplay stance was more then ready to shred the droids whom were powerless to stop their own approach.

The beauty of dazzling machinery; torn flawlessly.

[Oblivion]

Mounted cameras, proofed to take such a torrential beating unlike the scientists, had carefully analyzed the feed that was being sent to interal systems across the entire network built in. As such, the cameras also had feeds on both the Sith as they proceeded to fight the war droids; also a careful analysis done based on their performance as well. Yet, Oblivion did not need any scale or figure to feel the power that was Exodus, the sheer swelling torrential gift that flowed with exact precision. It inspired him to achieve such talent and form within his own combat prowess, while he never had much pratice in that field as he did in many other scientific ones at that.

 

Never the less, the Sith Lord spared not a thought into the full disassemblement of any war droid with but the slightest of functions working. He had spent the majority of the time working on his footwork, managing to deflect and counter point the large claws which mounted each of their binary functions, as well as an arsenal that projected high-speed fragments from bent jaws. Allowing the darkness to feed through his system, the pale man insured by the graceful cleave of the winged blade that his first target be torn in two diagonally, as the other suffered the gruesome fate of being turned inside out by the same darkness; own limbs curling inwards and ceasing all life functions in a quick snap.

 

As his comrade had handled the other four, making quick use in seeing that they were reduced to scrap after the fatal blow as well, he reared his head back after such carnagae and turned to him, pulling back the hood that had remained placid against his scalp so that his face be revealed in full, most particular the sadistic smile which took pleasure in wake of their destruction.

 

”œBrillant display, Master Exodus. I'll have to take careful consideration of a few of those moves. I don't believe I've had the distinct pleasure of witnessing them before.”

[Marth Rylus]

With a flicker of psuedomotion, a small indiscrete speak of metal formed in the atmosphere of Mechis III. The noises pulsating through the atmosphere itself spawned by the planet below were unheard inside the rather cramp cockpit. This shield of shrouded silence was the only thing keeping Marth Rylus asleep, completely oblivious to his new surroundings. A small alarm flashed at the bottom of his control yoke, shattering the silence more abrasively than hammer to glass. That particular sensation seemed to all but inhabit the young man's head as he snapped back to conscious thought. The rather abrupt unpleasentries of awakening were all but forgotten as Marth took one look outside his blast shield.

 

He had arrived.

 

"Set her down."

 

The man's voice sounded raspy and groggy, a true testament to his tired state. The R2 unit perched on the back of the small fighter chirped in accordance as the small vessel neared the surface, more and more facets of the facility coming into the view. This was definitely not what Marth expected in a Sith academy, yet there it was.

 

The impact of metal of metal sent a shivering thud through the X-wing's cockpit. It sounded like a particularly sharp fingernail wrought against a reluctant blackboard.

 

The cockpit shot open as the man inside jumped out, landing on the metal surface with a flare of power and grace. He was large, muscles filling his frame from head to two. His body seemed to only be able to just hold them in side. He seemed to pulsate as he walked, looking on the verge of exploding where ever he went. He was tall as well. He towered over any man he had ever met, a useful piece of intimidation. Sadly, height would not help him now.

 

Marth took one last glace at his X-wing which was increasingly diminishing in size as he wondered further inside the metal complex.

 

There was no turning back.

[ObliviousKnight]

((This is not the post you are looking for...))

Edited June 12, 2006 by Guest

[Ara-Lai Kaipi]

bleah

Edited June 22, 2006 by Guest

[Ary the Grey]

-Edited accordingly-

Edited June 12, 2006 by Guest

[Dagon]

OOC((We moved the planet to a secure location that you don't have.))

[Kakuto Ryu]

A sickly looking executor droid approached the apiring acolyte. Its shell rusted and it's eyes dimly lit, it approached Marth with a menacing sense of authority. By virtue knowing the location of the Sith's secret world, Marth was clearly sent by the Sith, and therefore not to be exterminated.

 

"State your business, talking meat."

[Marth Rylus]

Marth's arm twitched as the droid spoke. He was never used to taking lip from anyone, considering he always had the ability to tare anyone limb from limb. This droid would be no different. The primitive Id complex deep within his subconscious yearned for Marth to put those pulsating muscles to work. Yet even a brasher man than he was not that stupid. Biceps never made a good brain.

 

"I received notification that a Sith academy could be found at these coordinates." Only an organic could notice Marth's impatience. Something he was slightly thankful for.

[King Kheldar vos Correlli]

Responding to PMs, affirming that for the time being that Mechis III is hidden still in the imperium and galaxy at large, though this protection cannot last indefinitely. The Celestial system is still legal, though it is being monitored carefully to prevent it from being abused.

[Ara-Lai Kaipi]

OOC: In that case, rescind my previous actions and...I'll be back...somewhere. I dunno.

 

IC:

 

Ara was never here.

[Ary the Grey]

((What ^ she said))

 

Instead of popping out of hyperspace, a very curious glitch happened to Aryian's ship, the Blur, jamming the hyperdrive in such a way that it could not pop back into realspace. Luckily for Aryian, the Hyperdrive route to Mechis III, the original Mechis III location, was void of a planet where one was supposed to be. Aryian, to prepare for the assault beforehand, had gone into a deep meditational trancelike coma, the trigger for releasing him from it of course being the onboard computer alarms of nearing the planet. However, since there was no planet, this did not happen either.

 

And so, Aryian's ship shot towards the outer reaches of the Galaxy, away from the Jedi Order, away from the ones he loved and held most dear, possibly to never come back again.

 

The Force, however, was above all things, and if its will demanded, the Jedi Master would return.

[Kakuto Ryu]

"Head to that room down the hall. Room 100101011100101110001. It's the one marked 100101011100101110001, you can't miss it."

 

The droid clanked on it's way, processing the apprentice like any other task taken up by the System.

 

((You are expected to find Sith Robes and any other items you need in this starting room. I will post your upgrade once you enter the room, which will produce droids to jump you to get it done quick.))

 

Across the planet Kakuto Ryu descended into the Atmosphere, heading toward his base where he quickly requisitioned some enhancements himself...

[Zadkiel]

A tie defender entered real space, cruising low over the planet as teh uber leet ((shut up I had to say it)) Sith within stretched out through the force, scanning the surface for Ryu. Once he found the over bearingly powerful Dark Lords signature he brought his ship down and moved towards his location. He bowed down onto his knee before standing up to speak to the Prince before him.

 

"The Jedi Darex has been finished off, his saber as proof."

 

He held the weapon of the Jedi up to show that he had finished off the other.

[Rahalin Toral II]

Rahalin's ship flashed into reality above the planet. He landed and waited, hoping that someone would at last complete his training.