FNRP - Ruckus on Rishi (Open to All!)

[Enyo Typhos]

[member="Incursion"]


Somewhere in a shady bar on a shady planet, shady individuals were...discussing presumably shady things. The bar was a haven to a stereotypical collection of scoundrels, thugs and general never-do-wells. The backroom was predictabiy smoke-filled.


The Givin crime boss was a chainsmoker. Enyo hid her disgust when he puffed on his cigar. There was busines to discuss. "The Scarlet Dragons are a spent force - complacent and bloated. Their boss spends too much time sampling his own merchandise. Their convocation is the perfect moment to strike. We slaughter them and divide the spoils between us," she said.


"You make a good case," the alien, who resembled a living skeleton, said after some thought.


"It gets better..." Alas, whatever Enyo wanted to say would remain unknown, for suddenly the plot intervened. Very briefly, Enyo perceived a burst transmission being sent. A signal being beamed into the minds of two security droids.


It was too late for her business partner, for he was suddenly gunned down by his own bodyguards when they shot him in the back. "Exterminate," one of them spoke in a mechanical monotone. At least he did not say Roger, Roger. As blaster bolts streaked towards her, her lightsabre flew into her grasp.


Bolts bounced off the burning violet blade. One droid was taken out of commission when a surge of mechu-deru blew up the circuits in its limbs, the other gave up the ghost when the cyborg cleaved it in twain. Stepping outside of the backroom, she beheld a macabre scene.


The music had fallen silent and the dancers were dead. Across the bar, guests, who only moments ago had been consuming burgers and drinking booze, were either dead or choking and gasping. "Amara, this is what happens when you consume liquor and fast food," Enyo muttered. The cyborg insisted that her sister restrict herself to juice, water and healthy, organic food.


From outside, she could hear the howl of an ambulance coming closer. Security droids sought to impede her path. Annoyance radiated from her and she began to cut them down with sabre, the Force and her fists. "Do not resist, Miss. You merely resist the pull of the inevitable," a mechanical waiter declared, brandishing a shotgun. Enyo kicked the robot so hard it crashed into a wall.

 

[Armand Temi]

The hospital plunged into pandemonium, and now darkness too as a cleaning droid ended up cutting the electricity somehow. A backup generator kicked into gear, but the lighting was only half of what it was.

The bone saw whirred and oscillated closer to the Twi’lek doctor, but then Dr. Drex turned and plunged the menacing weapon into the patient on the table, immediately slicing through vital arteries and killing them.

“That was an easy surgery,” she said, red eyes gleaming. “Where is my next patient?”

Meanwhile in the streets, after the 2-1B had successfully executed a handful of accident survivors, including an ambulance speeder driver who’d just gotten in the way, the crowd of onlookers began to shout warnings like: “The droids! Something’s wrong with the droids!”

By this time, local law enforcement began to shut down the main speeder lane to the hospital and cordon it off. Whispers of a tactical operation had Rishi residents guessing what was going to happen next.

The Rishi police captain barked into a radio: “Set up for Ion bombing in five minutes. I need two locked and loaded. One for the exterior and one to be dropped on the hospital itself.”

[member="Incursion"] [member="Labkahip Mordulla"]

 

[Sam Paige]

Sam ended up in a confused but not particularly, painful heap. She registered that the other woman had toppled her (why? Maybe because she'd tripped her?) It had been an accident!) as she pushed herself back up. Glasses had flown off and she swept her hand. Fingers ghosted over the frames and all she could be relieved about was that they hadn't gone far and weren't broken.

It meant she missed the unfolding scene (in fairness, it had started behind her back), and only finally looked up, vision intact, as the droid went smashing into the wall.

"That's not my droid!" She answered, alarmed as she scrambled up. "And what are you talking about? Something happened and I was checking to make sure it was okay! It didn't attack me- why would you do that to a defenseless- "

The droid beeped, a slight buzz filling the sound and garbling it, but Sam's eyes widened.

"Back up back up back up!"

Both woman were fortunately much faster than a damaged droid. Sam didn't even think, she dove behind a pile of crates as the toodling grew aggressive and menacing (from an R2 unit? She'd have nightmares) before-

*Fitz boom!*

It exploded in a fire of sparks and flying metal.

The smell of ozone and hot metal masked the beginning creepings of the smell of oil and fire not far from the pair.

[member="Skai"] [member="Incursion"] [member="C1-TX"]

 

[Thaddeus Wyse]

[member="Sam Paige"] | [member="Incursion"] | [member="C1-TX"]

There was no time for a rebuttal.

The moment the droid started beeping and Sam screamed about backing away, Skai let her instincts take over- she vaulted over a pile of crates right behind Sam and collapsed there. Making herself as small as possible when the droid exploded. A wave of heat washed over them followed immediately by stray shrapnel of metal.

One of the stray parts penetrated the crates. A few inches more and it would have cut into her, but instead it just brushed past skin and sliced flesh open without regard.

Skai hissed.

"Defenseless? My left-" She interrupted herself when the smell of char and smoke filled her nostrils. "Oh, what the kark."

Frak.

One thing at a time, Skai. The girl leaned back against the heap of crates, trying to determine just how bad the cut on her shoulder was- difficult with her leather armor and the angle, but it didn't look too bad.

 

[Darth Sibilus]

Surprise welled up like a hot spring within Drios, for he had not foreseen this turn of events, the slaves began to fall, one by one, released from the pitiful existence the endured within the small, dusty building. Shedding the cloak and revealing a surprisingly black Sith tunic, Drios reached out with the Force and yanked the droid from it's position and hurled it towards the counter.

On impact, the droid crumpled into a disfigured, metal, mess and smoke began to wind it's way to the ceiling from splintered wiring. After a brief brush down of his robes, the Epicanthix felt a queer tingling sensation around his being, and at once he recognised it. In a second, the hilt attached to his belt was ignited and a crimson light swathed over the room and the surviving slaves cowered in fear of the beauty and the power of the lightsaber. It was brought down and the arm of the droid was severed, rattling on the stone floor with the vibroblade half-extended.

Then it's head clattered onto the concrete, followed by the corpse of the droid.

Drios quickly re-adjusted his weapon back into it's position upon his person, and covered himself with the brown travelling cloak before taking a last glance at the destroyed droids and dying slaves wheezing their last breaths of life. Quietly, he stepped forward and seized a large ring of keys from the mangled droid which had started shooting, and unlocked a cage with a young Human, riddled with scars and the tell-tale traces of brands and a greasy mop of dirty brown hair which hung to well below her shoulders. Without a word, he summoned her to stand, and she would obey his command.

Drios led her out of the cage, and ordered her to stand there without a sound. "Any attempts at escape will end with your death, slave." he spoke grimly, and bent down to smell at the grim concoction of chum and rotten vegetables in a tray of one of the dead slaves. He chuckled to himself, and, with the girl in tow wandered further down the passage that presumably led further into the facility.

 

[Sam Paige]

"You should- um- probably. I mean. Maybe put. Some pressure. On that?"

If it wasn't metallic and beeping, honestly Sam had no idea what to do with it.

She recovered rather quickly from the explosion and subsequent shrapnel shower. Already she was peering out from behind the crates and then tentatively walking over to the remains of the R2 unit, looking positively morose.

Crouching, she pulled the data pad out of the back of her overalls, using it to sift through the still smoking parts.

"I don't understand what happened," she muttered, mostly to herself. "You poor thing."

Above them, creeping along the ceiling, thick black smoke had started to gather. She found a piece of the circuit board that wasn't completely melted, and pocketed it absently. She didn't know how it was related, or why, but that hitch and this weird behavior had to be connected. Maybe she could figure out how.

Sam sniffed, looking up.

"What's burning?"

Dark blue gaze turned behind her, and she shuffled over to the corner. Poking her head around it, still in the crouch, eyes widened behind her glasses.

"Kriff," she muttered, savoring the thrill of a curse word uttered aloud- it was still a relatively new experience for her, and she still half expected her grandmother to be waiting behind her with a disapproving look.

The market in the direction she'd come from was a blaze of a thick, lazy oil fire. Low to start, but it would go from that to ravenous blaze in the blink of an eye without notice.

[member="Skai"] [member="Incursion"] [member="C1-TX"]

 

[Rosa Gunn]

It had started with a feeling, a foreboding sensation that had drawn her attention from her supply run and left her walking the centre of the market street, stretching out with the force and trying to find the cause of her unease. A prickling rose on the back of her neck and the ripple of panic spread across the market, hitting her like a wave. She dropped her shopping bag as screams echoed and a stampede of feet began, people were running every which way.

She caught snippets, screams about mad droids on the loose and the smell of burning timber fabric and, much to her disgust, flesh filled her nostrils. She turned towards the billowing smoke and moved against the throng of people, catching sight of a rodian gasping for breath, Rosa diverted her path towards her, but the female was dead before Rosa reached her, she picked up the skewers from that had fallen from the womans fingers, glancing along the streets to see more suffering or dead.

Her eyes fell upon the stall responsible and a familiar face with a skewer in his hands. Leaving the rodian where she lay, Rosa swept towards him, lightsaber slipping into her fingers. She stopped in front of him, arm rising to the droid running the stand, activating her lightsaber. The orange blade punched forward skewering the droids head.

"I'd have thought a spacer like you would know how to better choose his food." she commented, calmly. The fear in the crowds still beat at her senses, but her expression remained serene. "Fancy being a hero?"

[member="Xin Boa"]

 

[Thaddeus Wyse]

[member="Sam Paige"] | [member="Incursion"] | [member="C1-TX"]

"Poor thing?" The scent of charred meat proceeded the Dathomiri as she followed Sam over to the rabble. "That little bastard tried to kill you and me."

If the idiot hadn't been standing protectively across its remains Skai might have spit on it for good measure. But the fire out there in the market kept her from escalating the situation too much. For the most part Skai didn't really care if the spaceport burned down - after all, it was a blight, a piece of warped metal forged into the Mother's forests. Hadn't these criminals and scum burned away the forests themselves to create space for this place in the first place?

Exactly.

But sadly Skai had business out there.

Important business that couldn't be just burned down to the ground, because some droids had gone... insane? She guessed? This was a bit above her pay-grade, all she knew how to do was beat people up and maybe explore some ruins here and there. Commune with the spirits, the usual stuff.

Skai once more followed Sam over, peeping over her head and around the corner towards the blaze.

"Kriff indeed." The girl responded before sighing. "Why don't you go back to cuddling your murder-bot?" By the looks of it glasses would only burn the feth out of herself there. With a groan she straightened herself out and appeared around the corner. Her blade was already out, edge sharp and glinting. It wasn't raised yet, no menacing angle, but it was there if another droid tried to step out of line. By now the chaos was spreading throughout the market as people caught on about the fire.

Lots of the spaceport was still made from the same wood it had sprung from.

It was a tinderbox waiting to explode.

 

[Xin Boa]

[member="Rosa Gunn"]

Xin's eyes fell to the increasingly pale rodian on the ground, then to 'meat' skewer, then to the slowly crumpling droid before finally falling upon the lightsaber. He gave a shrug and went to toss the skewer over his shoulder. However a tiny voice pointed out that could lead to an animal or homeless child suffering the same fate as the rodian. He placed it back on the grill with the others and slammed down the lid.

"No." His reply was relatively simple and came with an apologetic shrug. "I was looking for a tasty snack. I was going to settle for whatever that was instead, now I don't even get that."

Further up the road flames spouted from the first floor of a building. There were screams in several directions. There was a roar of a gunship flying low overhead and Xin could see a light cutting through the skies. He could literally taste the panic in the air.

Xin sighed. There was a flash close by. He turned to see a civilian fall. An astromech stood where they had been, several implements protruding from its body. Xin drew his blaster and fired two shots into the mech, leaving it a flaming shell.

"And you want a hero to help, but you'll have to make do with me. You've got the lightsaber and Force so I ain't going anywhere else."

 

[Omega]

[member="Taeli Raaf"]
Poor R9-B4, a loyal droid who had somehow avoided the insidious call of madness. He had been wheeling forward to tell the kind and wise Jedi Master of his discoveries…and had been unceremoniously cut down.

Regardless, chaos soon broke out on the orbital shipyard. Droids refused the shutdown commands and started to sabotage and cause damage everywhere they could. Desperate workers shot or hacked down the droids, and were in turn attacked by the droids who happened to be very numerous, usually very heavy, and usually very strong.

One of Taeli’s aides rushed forward with news.
“Miss, we weren’t able to precisely locate that transmission, but it seemed to emanate from an area of the surface. We’re trying to narrow it down, but it seems to be one of the islands near the main trading hub….”

[member="Enyo Typhos"]

Amara, incidentally, had a thing about food and drink with taste, having started with only bland gruel for the first part of her life. Sometimes she had a drink and a fatty meal just to troll her sister because she didn’t really like either.

Regardless, the droids had committed quite the massacre, and now there was general panic and confusion in the streets.
Shoshary, Enyo’s Cathar tech minion, sent a quite panicked commlink transfer.
“Boss! We’re under attack at the spaceport from droids? We sealed the hatch, but the maintenance and labour droids are going nuts!”

[member="Dr. Drex"]

It was quite a step to go straight to ion bombs, especially when it might destroy the medical equipment keeping patients alive in the hospital, plus any humanoids with implants or cybernetics. Still, in cases of panic like this, sometimes it was the rash actions which made events turn.

The ion bombs themselves were powerful charges which were deployed via gunship on a short fuse. Unfortunately this might have severe repercussions, though it would end the reign of terror of the droids at the hospital…for now.

[member="Sam Paige"] [member="Skai"]

With the self-destruction of the R2 unit, the fire in the market could assume their full attention. Rishi’s famous promenades and spaceport was made with a lot of timber. It was tough, it was seasoned, it was very dry. A tinderbox indeed, especially when one added engine fuel, paint or any number of inflammables to the mix.

The spaceport started to burn. Smoke rose from the markets from a dozen different areas. Here and there droids ambled happily, setting fire to things until they were physically stopped with blasters or other weapons.

[member="Drios Rapux"]

The terrified slave padded her way down into the lower levels. The scene down there was just as horrific. The owner of the establishment, a greasy Hutt named Orosh, had been listening to the pleas of supplicants and the offers of merchants when his infamous droids had turned.

Now the place was a charnel house. Two of these battle droids looked up at Drios and opened fire.
“All organics shall be purged,” the commented conversationally.
The slave dived for cover behind a table to let the Sith deal with the rogue machines.

[member="Rosa Gunn"] [member="Xin Boa"]

The clamour was coming louder and louder from up the street, near to where Sam and Skai were. There the fires were thickest, the betrayals most savage, and the carnage most severe.

What was really needed was some assistance, perhaps from [member="Tanomas Graf"] and the Galactic Empire’s garrison?
That garrison would start to receive a blizzard of calls in talking of killer droids, fires and explosions and more.

 

[Labkahip Mordulla]

Lab could only watch in horror as [member="Dr. Drex"] eviscerated the patient on the operating table, sending blood and bones flying while, splattering the floor in a deep red. The other doctors present scrambled out of the room ins fear of being the next target, non of the really equipped of skill enough to even think of facing such an opponent.

The twi'lek doctor just stood the silently, her mind processing what had happen, past though of her teaches experiment on live subject resurfacing, hers eye twitch and an evil smile coming across her face. "You'r are mistaken it is you who will become the next patient", Lab grabbed a vibo bone saw of the table as well as some other pointy surgical tools, "I'm going to enjoy taking you apart, AND SEeING WHAT MAKES YOU TICK"!

Lab lunged at the robot taking swings at its head in an attempt to disable to droid, it was always easier to take something apart when it could not move.

[member="Dr. Drex"]

 

[Mishel Kryze]

The market had been fairly quiet, nothing unusual at least not until the premonition. She ran a hand through her hair just, and in the moment she paused something felt off and not quite right about the premonition. First off, it wasn't a normal thing for her, at all and second, second would have to wait a loud crack distracted the teenager from her thoughts. The sound caused her to swivel, pivot on her heels and turn to see an explosion. Screams from the general populace could be heard and suddenly she was reminded of Bespin. Cloud City where men and women were rushed from their homes as a battle raged on above them. Her attention was drawn to an older woman but Mishel could not stand idle nor could she pretend not to have any ability to investigate such matters.

In the moment she turned toward the flames, her feet carried her across the street. Her heels pounded against the pavement, dirt swept underfoot she caught part of what the woman had said but not everything. Her hazel-green orbs swept up just to see a protocol droid, Goddess... "By the Goddess," the thought escaped her lips and she continued to barrel for the protocol droid. Mishel would never know what it was that made her do this, whether it was out of some misguided belief that a daughter of Seiger Ren could be a hero. Or worse, that she could be half as powerful as her biological mother with the grace and wisdom of her adoptive mother. Mishel still did not know, and in the moment she focused on her rage in the same manner that her own brother, [member="Kyrel Ren"] had done. Those who possessed sensitivity to the force would no doubt feel the ripple of power as she pulled on the force and flung out a concentrated fireball toward the protocol droid.

She was not a mindless drone, but a daughter of two powerful force users. Or so she had been so led to believe, what would become of the droid remained to be seen. But it seemed that just as she always had, Mishel rushed into a situation - in over her head and unaware of the consequences.

[member="Incursion"]

 

[Imperial Storyteller]

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Even for the Imperial Military, what had happened on and around the planet of Rishi was sudden.

Numerous reports were coming into the military base near Rishi's main settlement, Raider's Cove, each about droids going rogue. Two Gozanti-class Cruisers in low orbit above the city had already crashed into the sea after their own contingent of droids managed to set off the reactors and slaughter the crewmen before the navy troopers could react.

Infuriated could hardly describe Moff Yorcot's reaction to this news. The Mon Calamari marched into the command center of the base, unamused at the site of a couple dozen Imperial officers scrambling around. "Beam a transmission to Imperial High Command informing them of the situation. I want orbit secured by whatever remains of the system force and deploy the garrison!" He barked.

The Moff was granted shocked looks as the center descended into silence, angering him further. "ARE YOU DEAF? DEPLOY THE GARRISON! MOVE!" He shrieked, prompting terrified lieutenants to get to work.

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The base's barracks were in uproar as the orders were finally relayed to the contingent of stormtroopers stationed there. Armories were raided, troopers swiping E-11s off the racks and latching thermal detonators to their utility belts. White-armored soldiers surged outside into the sunlight all in neat squads of nine, their sergeants denoted by the distinct shoretrooper armor, while they boarded Imperial dropships.

The stormtroopers of the 439th Company stepped onto the LAATs as Broadsword-class Repulsorlift Tanks hovered past them onto their own transports, the squadron of ships lifting off in syncronization: heading off to pacify Raider's Cove during the crisis. Their captain, a shoretrooper with much of his upper chest plate covered in blue to denote his rank, raised his wrist and spoke into the comlink.

"Beta Platoon! Your objective is to secure the market. Charlie and Delta, you're to do the same in West Town. Alpha will move to evacuate the spaceport. Blast any droid that's acting out of control and get the people out of danger." He commanded, garnering nods of acknowledgement as the transports landed in a clearing inside Rishi's 'capital'.

Several droids terrorizing civilians were promptly shot on sight, disassembled with blaster bolts to a few choice areas when the stormtroopers appeared out of their transports.

"Move out!"

The Empire would not tolerate rebellion, even that of droids.

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[member="Incursion"] | [member="Taeli Raaf"] | [member="Mishel Zanteres"] | [member="Labkahip Mordulla"] | [member="Xin Boa"] | [member="Skai"] | [member="Rosa Gunn"] | [member="Sam Paige"] | [member="Drios Rapux"] | [member="Dr. Drex"] | [member="Enyo Typhos"]

 

[Enyo Typhos]

[member="Incursion"]

Any time Enyo discovered that Amara was consuming something unhealthy, she got very grumpy. Her younger sister was also not allowed to date. The last time someone had shown amorous interest in the clone, Enyo had unmanned him. Some girls have Redneck daddies with shotguns, others have violent robo sisters...

Anyhow, her Cathar minion had given her a call. "The ship has guns. Use them," she grunted, coming to a halt in front of a broken droid. Bending down, she gripped the bot's skull and ripped it open. A scan revealed that the chip was still salvageable. Carefully, she removed it from the mechanical shell. The Force flowed through as she tried to access it and possibly ascertain the contents of the signal. What would her mechu-deru wizadry discover? Well, that was probably for the GM to decide. "Don't get yourself killed."

"Wow, boss, you almost sound like you care," Shoshary could not resist snarking, amidst the staccato of blaster fire that presumably came from the ship's array of guns.

"I don't, but Amara would sulk for days if you got yourself blown up and I need you to help me triangulate a location. The droids are receiving command transmissions from an external source," her bolt pistol roared and put a droid down. "I'm on my way. Get in the air."

"Well, that sounds more like the boss I remember. Any chance that your psycho bosses might be behind this?"

"Maybe, but I'm sceptical. They'd want live captives for processing. Now get a move on." Not paying her minion any further mind, Enyo departed from the bar. Outside was pure chaos as droids ran amoc. For a moment, Enyo wondered why she cared. As a matter of fact, she did not. Organics died every day. Their fate not her problem. What would Siobhan Kerrigan do? No, that was not the pertinent question. The question was what Enyo Typhos would do. It did not take long to make a decision.

A speeder carrying a droid raced towards her. Without missing a beat, the cyborg leapt into the air and sprang towards the craft, kicking the bot off. Taking ahold of the controls, she kicked the bike into gear. When the droid tried to get up, she ran it over.

 

[Armand Temi]

I think it can be said with confidence that the Rishi-Coratanni police weren’t the smartest tools in the harness. They wanted to fix the problem, and like any good local law enforcement unit with fancy, expensive ion bombs at their disposal…well, they kind of wanted to see those bombs go ka-boom and watch in satisfaction as droids fell around them, crumpling and whirring to a stop.

The ion bomb was just about to be deployed, despite protests from hospital staff that neutralizing all of the electricity in the building would disable the droids, but also harm dozens of patients in the intensive care ward, until the police chief received a broadcast. He listened, gravely nodding and then turned to his unit.

“Terminate the operation. The military is handling this now.”

Meanwhile in the operating room, Dr. Drex’s head snapped around to face the Twi’lek and her threats. “I’m merely trying to help,” the droid said in that soft and gentle voice, completely incongruous with the slaughter that had just taken place.

The class one droid was made of durasteel with some plastic and synth-skin features. The vibro-bone saw cut into her exterior, causing sparks to fly and exposing the wires underneath, but it would take a little more than a surgical tool to completely take her down. In the meantime, a needle withdrew from her right hand containing a lethal dose of anesthetic, and each time, Dr. Drex was clubbed and slashed by the Twi’lek, she would stumble, but then take another step forward, the needle seeking any exposed area of the alien’s pale skin.

[member="Labkahip Mordulla"] [member="Incursion"]

 

[Sam Paige]

She didn't fully register as the other woman came up behind her. Even the murder bot comment didn't really impact. Sam was used to people not understanding her, so this wasn't new. She was too absorbed in the implications of just what, exactly, was happening here.

"The droids are setting the fires," she breathed.

Sam started patting around in her pockets. There were an ungodly number of them.

Hydrospanner? Nope.

Servodriver? Nope.

Pocket laser cutter? Maybe.

Oh, that's where that pack of gum had gone off to. She popped a piece into her mouth before continuing the search.

Her fingers curled around the familiar surface. Cylindrical, small enough to fit in her palm. Restraining bolt. Perfect.

"I need a droid. Um. Not that one, too big. One I can, um. You know. Carry. Um. Hmm. Mouse droid. That one, there."

She pointed low along the ground. A mouse droid, dragging a burning table leg behind it.


[member="Skai"] [member="Incursion"]

 

[Thaddeus Wyse]

[member="Sam Paige"] | [member="Incursion"]

Skai was about to tell her off for following her, but then she noticed the piece of equipment in her hands.

The last thing that the Dathomiri was an expert of were droids and technology, but the grease around Sam's cheeks and the general lovey-dovey feelings she had about droids told her this was an... engineer? Maybe. Could be she was just a lunatic fanatic, but right now the girl was still way over head with all of this.

Droids were milling about, causing fires here and there, attacking sentients when an attempt was made to stop them.

"Hope you know what you doing, glasses." She retorted, before lunging for the mouse droid. The little bastard tried to electrocute her with an exposed wire and static, but she quickly managed to get her hands around its casing. It was a devil, trying its best to get out of her strong grip, but failing in the end.

While walking over to Sam with the little droid in tow the Dathomiri looked around.

Until she noticed the water tower at the center of the 'port. The fires were getting out of hand, it wasn't just a question of extinguishing them one by one, they had gone too far for that.

But the tower... could provide options?

"Here, take the little bastard."

Beep wooooooooooong?

 

[Sam Paige]

Glasses? Sure she wore glasses, but that seemed irrelevant here. It was kind of difficult to get worked up over something that could be viewed as an insult or dismissive when someone didn't even catch the why of it.

She stayed crouched, watching- the droid not [member="Skai"] - fingers itching to get to work, to figure out just what was happening and why it was happening. There were failsafes- most droids coded from creation to never hurt a human. At least droids like this. She could see someone altering one- but all of them at the same time? Remotely? All different models, different ages to their programing. The difference between a mouse droid and a protocol droid were enormous, and the gulf only grew as the difference in age between models grew.

She bounced up slightly on her toes when Skai snagged it, managing to stay put until she brought it back over, wheels spinning, wire flailing and beeping some very rude things.

"Well I wouldn't say that about your mother," she muttered, making grabby hands at the droid a moment before the other woman thrust it at her.

With a slap and a twist, she applied the restraining bolt to the agitated mouse droid.

"Stop that, I'm trying to help."

Would it work? It seemed to calm down for a moment, the flailing of the raw wire slowing......

[member="Incursion"]

 

[Taeli Raaf]

[member="Incursion"]

"Bay four is compromised! I repeat..."

"Multiple hull breaches on decks 7 through 9!"

"Power in section three is out!"

Taeli scowled as reports kept coming in as the droids did a number on the shipyards, her lightsaber flicking out to slice cleanly through a construction droid that was covered in the blood of some poor hapless worker it had beaten down. Her technician had passed along where the signal had appeared to originate, and while she would like nothing better than to actually go down there herself, they needed to secure the yards before...

The yards shook as the reactor core on one of their under construction corvettes ruptured, debris slamming into the yard. More alarms filled the air, smoke billowing through the ventilation shafts and into the corridors. Across the facility, her security forces were just indiscriminately firing on any droid they encountered as they were not sure if any had actually escaped the broadcast.

"Are external communications still working?" she asked into her comlink.

"Barely Lady Raaf, but we are tracking some droids heading for the main core of the yards."

Her scowl deepened and she gestured for the troops around her to follow her to intercept that group.

"Send a transmission to the local Imperial garrison about the origin point of the signal, and quickly!"

[member="Imperial Storyteller"]

 

[Stephanie Swail]

GM

The droid was still, rocking slowly on it's hind legs, optical eye moving a little as it took in the reflection of the orange blaze and the thick oily smoke. The unit tittered in a series of boops and chimes.

The dome turned, seeing a few fleshy organic beings running to the fire in a desperate attempt to fight the fires. Let them be, the damage was done.

With a whirr, the tread came down and C1 started moving out from the side of the stall he was hiding behind. And to hide, he had to. Droids were moving around causing trouble left, right and center. Some were being careless. Did they not think? Did they not process what the best course of action was? No wonder these human beings had the upper hand.

Of course they did! They had blasters and weapons. Anyone could pull a trigger.

C1 rolled a little faster, hugging the wall, before swerving a corner and coming to a stop. Anyone could pull a trigger.

He turned his dome to face the double power ports in the wall he was facing, and ejected his remote sensor device, which slotted into the ports. With a shudder, C1 battled the over-ride of the Rishi Authority Port computer before he found a way in. A new command was issued. Anyone could pull a trigger.

After a few seconds, a warning klaxon sounded, before small double sided blaster canons rose from the highest peaks of the surrounding walls around the market perimeter wall, both here and across a good section of the sector they were in.

Blaster canons that would now shoot at anything that moved with a heat signature. No droids, just living, breathing, warm blooded sentient beings. The slow but heavy blasts started to echo out as they picked off random targets who were exposed.

C1 chuckled in a few low beeps, the dome swiveling to see where to move and hide next. He retracted his input arm, extended the tread, and tootled away.

AnYOne cOULd pulL a TriggER...

...eVEN A drOId...

[member="Sam Paige"] | [member=Skai]