Discovery on Raxus Prime

[Spectre]

19 BBY

Drez put in the coordinates of Raxus Prime into the ship's systems. There, he hoped that he and the rogue Fett clones would escape the Empire's search for them. Raxus Prime was a planet engulfed in junk and debris and the surface was full of toxic materials and dangerous junk droids, so any search party to arrive there would likely give up looking for them, or would avoid the planet completely. The Empire knew that they had went rogue because of Order 66. Even though Drez literally wasn't a clone, the Empire feared he would inspire other clones to go rogue against the Empire. They put a large bounty on Drez and had wanted him, dead or alive.

The Corellian G9 Rigger-class light freighter pulled out of hyperspace and entered Raxus Prime's orbit. As the other rogue Fett clones entered the carbon-freezing chamber in the ship's hangar bay, Drez piloted the ship down onto the planet's surface. He needed to find a spot to hide the ship away from plain sight so he significantly lowered the ship's altitude and flew very close to the surface, maneuvering over junk hills and past debris, while searching for a place to land.

The ship finally came to a rest in the engine exhaust, or what was left of it, of a completely demolished star cruiser. Drez stepped out of the pilot seat and proceeded to reactivate 3 reprogrammed BX-series Commando droids. The droids slowly stood up from it's resting position, and looked at Drez. "How can we be of service to you, my master?" The lead droid asked in it's deep, mechanical voice.

"Follow me." Drez said, signalling them with his hand to follow. They walked into the hangar bay, where the clones had already frozen themselves. Drez proceeded to align each carbonite on the wall, despite being quite heavy, with the help of the 3 commando droids. He then walked over to one of the numerous crates on board, each filled with dozens of blasters, ammunition, and detonators. He picked up DC-15s blaster carbines and gave them to the droids. "You are to protect this ship at all costs. Let nothing in. There are a lot of junkdroids around here that might try to dismantle the ship. Eliminate them all."

"Roger roger." The leader droid replied.

Drez nodded at the droid before walking over to the carbon-freezing chamber. He stepped inside as the droid activated the machine. He would preserve himself for the future. There was no hope to fight now. The Empire was too powerful for just a handful of rogue troopers to fight. Little did he know that they would be preserved in stasis for about 870 years.

 

[Judas Wayne]

852 ABY​

Wayne Technologies Unknown Regions Research Outpost​

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The roar of an AI-09 starfighter engine filled the artificial air of Wayne Technologies Research Outpost 1196035's hangar bay dead in the middle of the night, awakening those few who weren't already so. In the ship's cockpit was none other than Judas Wayne himself, CEO of one of the Galaxy's biggest up-and-coming defense corporations. He had been awakened just hours before by a call from the outpost manager, the man making claims that he had found some relic from the Clone Wars that apparently couldn't wait until morning. It was no matter; Judas had been having his fair share of sleepless nights as of late. His parent's deaths had been recently haunting him more so than usual.​

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"Mr. Wayne, I'm so glad you could make it!" The bumbling post manager reached out to shake Judas's hand before he had fully gotten off the ship. This one's a bit excitable, Wayne thought to himself. Still, the man did a good job by all accounts and the company was glad to to have him. "I assembled a small brief on the situation for you, should only take a few minutes. Our men found it while scavenging on the nearby pla..."​

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"I already read the unofficial report on the way over, I believe you secretary sent it to me. Take me to the ship."​

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The manger promptly shut his mouth; Judas felt a bit bad for him. This was the first time an executive had ever visited this remote outpost. As a matter of fact, it was probably the only time that anyone of his status would ever venture this far out into the Unknown Regions to visit such a small station. Still, there were more important things to attend to than the man's hurt feelings.​

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He was led into a large circular docking bay, recently converted into a makeshift observatory of sorts. In the middle of the floor sat a Clone-Wars era light freighter, completely torn to bits by the various scavenger droids that had come through over the years. Relatively unremarkable, stuff like this was found all the time on junk planets such as Raxus Prime. However, that wasn't what was so unique about the find. Inside of the dilapidated ship were several genuine Clone Troopers, all frozen in solid carbonite.​

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He motioned for the guards to move the slabs out of the hangar, almost tripping over the body of a long-deactivated commando droid. Seeing a destroyed scavenger nearby, he concluded that the commandos had protected the ship for years until their batteries eventually shut off. Intriguing.​

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As the guards moved the frozen troopers onto the floor, Judas crawled under the ship in search of a serial number. Clone Wars-era ships typically kept them right under the left wing... and there it was! He could make out the first few digits, but the rest was heavily worn. He pulled a residual scanner from his pocket, holding it just above the surface of the ship. It scanned the area for the last bits of paint the manufacturers had used to mark the ship, eventually highlighting the outline of the entire serial number in a light blue glow. He would be keeping that for later.​

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He came back out again, standing in front of their exciting discovery. This was quite the opportunity, unfreezing Clone Troopers from hundreds of years before his birth! Of course, he was sure it'd be quite the recovery process for the troopers before they were ready to divulge any information. Maybe they'd get their own documentary or something. The CEO made sure the scientists' cameras were running before giving his men the go-ahead.​

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"Alright, pull the plug."​

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[member="Drez"]​

 

[Spectre]

The carbonite began to slowly melt, revealing various colored armors on each trooper, varying from pitch black armor to white armor with blue markings. Each trooper began to slowly move their unfrozen body parts when finally, the trooper with the pitch black armor was the first one to completely unfreeze. Since the carbonite was in an upright position, the trooper landed on the ground with a loud thud. The trooper groaned as he shook his head while he scrambled his arms around. He finally calmed himself and placed his hand over his helmet covered face. His vision was extremely blurred from the carbon-freezing, and all he could see was shadows and darkness, but he wouldn't dare take off his helmet, just in case someone had identified his face and went looking for him.

The pitch black armored trooper could hear the groans of the Fett clones as they fell onto the floor with loud thuds as well, moaning and groaning as well. This reassured the trooper that he was still with the rest of the rogue group, but who had unfroze them, he was unsure. However, with the aid of the force, he was able to recover his vision much faster than the Fett clones, although it was still very blurry and his limbs were still very stiff and cold. He then called to the clones to make sure they were the ones who had evaded the Empire with him. "Vorik, Kano, Lex, Ayk, and Shock? Are you there?" He mumbled in a low volume voice.

The trooper received 5 different confirmations from the same voice, although each with a different tones. Now the trooper knew that all the clones were still present, now he just need to find out who unfroze them, what year they were in, and why they were unfrozen. "Who's out there? What do you want from us?" The trooper asked as he drew a DC-15s sidearm pistol from his right holster and aimlessly moved it around in the air in front of him.





[member="Judas Wayne"]

 

[Judas Wayne]

Judas watched the events unfold with a great deal of interest. He was expecting this general reaction. Confusion, worry, maybe even fear. Speaking of fear, Judas wasn't so sure it was a great idea for the newly-unfrozen troopers to be waving their rifles around like a bunch of angry drunks.​

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He motioned for his men to put their rifles down. He didn't need one of the guards getting an itchy trigger finger and blasting one of these clones all the way back to Geonosis. He took a step forward, directly speaking to the black-armored trooper that seemed to be in charge. "I am Judas Wayne, CEO of Wayne Technologies. You are currently on a privately-owned space station orbiting Raxus Prime. You have my word that you are in no immediate danger. Now, I'd like you to please put down your rifles so you don't end up hurting anyone. If you end up firing that thing, I can you guarantee you things won't end well for anyone."​

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Judas obviously lacked much experience talking to Clone Troopers, but he had spoken with a fair share of soldiers in his day. He trusted that the leader's concern for his own men's safety would outweigh the immediate confusion he was experiencing, and hopefully allowing everyone in the room to leave with their heads intact.​

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But he had been wrong before.​

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[member="Drez"]​

 

[Spectre]

From what this mysterious man said, the trooper concluded that the man was either someone a bit far into the future, at least from the Clone Wars time period, or the man was lying. The trooper had never heard of Wayne Technologies during the Clone Wars either, but he sensed that the man was not lying.

"Still near Raxus, huh? So you're not part of the Empire it seems." The trooper stated, still pointing his blaster upwards. He could definitely start making out more details of his surroundings by now, though not enough to identify facial features yet.

The clone troopers had stopped groaning to listen to the conversation as well. The man had said that they were in no immediate danger, but they were unsure of him yet, especially considering they still experienced the short-term blinding effects of the carbon-freezing. They were crazy enough, in a good way, to fight blind if they needed to, if this 'Wayne' guy proved to be a threat to them.

[member="Judas Wayne"]

 

[Judas Wayne]

"The Galactic Empire is long-gone, at least the one you remember. I'm sure you can find some imitation group somewhere if you look hard enough." Judas took a second to watch the Clone Trooper make his best attempt to aim at him. He let out out a sigh; these guys were stubborn. "If you're planning on shooting me, you might want to bring your weapon another few inches to left. Right now, you're in good position to blast that lightbulb into oblivion."​

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Wayne checked his watch. It was almost morning, which meant the cooks were getting ready to prepare the first meal of the day. Judas was quite possibly more excited about that than the Clones in front of him, as he hadn't eaten in a while. "Now, do you have any more questions for me or would you like some food?"​

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[member="Drez"] (Sorry for the shoddy post, but I wanted to get something out for you before I go on LOA)​

 

[Spectre]

After hearing that the Empire was long gun, the trooper slowly lowered down his weapon, though he was still on high alert. He was relieved that the Empire was gone, but he wanted to know how it fell, who did it, and what factions are in the galaxy right now. Something definitely felt wrong to him. It would take quite a long time for a major power like the Empire to fall.

A clone trooper with white armor and blue markings spoke up. "You expect us to eat when we can't see a thing yet?" He asked, mocking Judas. "What if I accidentally put food up my nose?"

The other troopers snickered at the 501st clone's remark, taking a bit of tension out of the atmosphere, at least for them.

"How long ago did the Clone Wars end?" The trooper in pitch black armor asked Judas, as he put his blaster back in the holster, and made an attempt at standing up. However, his legs could barely hold him as of now and lost his balance, falling on his side.

 

[Judas Wayne]

Judas raised an eyebrow at the trooper's remark. At least it looked like they still had their sense of humor. It was quite fortunate that they hadn't been picked up by a Sith Lord or something of the like, or else the Clone would have been flayed like a piece of meat for such a comment.​

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Luckily for them, Judas was no Sith.​

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The CEO turned around, pulling a nearby supply crate across the floor to serve as a makeshift seat. How would these men react to the news they were about to hear? He didn't know, but it was sure not to be a cheery reaction. Should he lie? Probably not. There was no sense breaking it to them later.​

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He gave a bit of a resigned sigh. "It's been about eight hundred years, give or take. The Empire was destroyed in a rebellion. There have been a few similar factions since, though none as large as the original. There's a group called the First Order nowadays; probably the closest thing you'll get to a modern Galactic Empire."​

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[member="Drez"]​

 

[Spectre]

All of the troopers were mind-blown at the thought that they were in stasis for 800 years, but was he telling the truth? They didn't believe him at first, and they were skeptical about any information they received from this man. Even so, they were still speechless and hearing '800 years' was jaw-dropping information for them.

"What do you mean 800 years?" The clone trooper with the gray markings asked in a serious tone. The number of years was unconvincing.

"Do you mean to tell us, we've been stuck here, on Raxus Prime, for 800 years, and nobody has found us in that timeframe?" Drez questioned the man as he found his balance and stood up. "Where the heck are my droids anyways?" He asked as he looked around, looking for the droids that were supposed to keep out any intruders.