GA Dominion of Mechis : Clockwork Rebellion Edition!

[Kaili Talith]

[member="BB-4001A"]

A content smile lingered on Kaili’s lips. She was making a friend here today. An unexpected friend, but a friend nonetheless and in some ways someone she wanted to make her ward. The cathar droid was cute, it was far cuter than she had ever seen a droid be. The giggle and the purrs, the softness of the fur, it was all enough to just melt her heart. It was like the best part of a child mixed with the best part of a cat with none of the downsides. It was cute and fluffy, innocent without the surprise attacks and fangs and bites of a cat.

She wanted to pet him but that felt like it would be to cross a line she had no real urge to cross. All things considered it wasn’t her creation and she had to tell herself that at the end of the day she might not ever see him again.

She hoped that wasn’t the case, but she had to ready herself for it.

“I come from Borleias.” Kaili smiled back at the droid. “I grew up there, it’s a planet full of beaches and jungles.”

“And I will try to remember that, BeeBee. I always thought droids deserve names rather than designations, you know?” Kaili couldn’t help herself. She scratched the cat behind its ear. “BB-8, C-3PO, R2-D2, they are all historic heroes in their own way but why is it that we don’t give them names?”

“Much like electronics the designation is mainly handy for knowing who is who.” She shrugged and continued to scratch BeeBee behind his ear. “It’s a bit like a social security number, you know? I got one, and I am a human. Why should it be any different for a droid?”

In that regard Kaili had already drawn some small amounts of controversy to herself. She really didn’t think droids and humans deserved to be as segregated as they were. For all they knew, perhaps that was exactly why the droids on this very planet were revolting. Like slaves against their masters, there was nothing that struck her as particularly odd about it, other sentient creations would have done the same.

“So to me you’re BeeBee, because you deserve a name.” Kaili smiled as the other droid, the bigger droid, continued to carry the two of them towards the Blue Sector.

 

[Trextan Voidstalker]

The node that Trextan moved for was protected by a heavy bunker. Once the soldiers had done their job and stripped it of its external defences it was on Jacen and Trextan to lead them inside. Everything had a cost, a very human cost. Destroy the repeater nests in the bunker: sacrifice five men. Hold the line against the IG droids coming from the left: give up two squads.

Trextan was finding that war was a very different prospect from the glorious descriptions of the sith back on Coruscant. Was that what Jacen wanted him to see?

The internal speakers of the bunker screeched then fell silent.

"There is a seventy three percent chance that you will destroy the shield generators. Sixty seven point four that your fleet will take control of orbital space within the hour."

"What's that?" Trextan asked.

"There is a one hundred percent probability that I will survive regardless. There is a corresponding probability that you will all perish before the day is over. Fifty eight at the moment. I could make that one hundred if you turn back now."

 

[Saffron]

[member="Tai Fa"]

At Lord Fa's words, Saffron swung her gaze over to the Regal Thirriken. That was a thought. An idea. It certainly deserved the consideration and held merit. If they could come up with a manner for ships to still be able to communicate through jamming frequencies or drone attacks...

"I would be honored, Lord Fa." Saffron began, giving an incline of her head to do so.

"We can utilize what information we have scanned to work together, perhaps find a way to be able to combat such an attack in the future for our fleets and our clients."

 

[Jairus Starvald]

BYOO: Make The Most
Allies: [member="Saffron"]
Post 10

Briefly Lord Fa thought back to his team currently operating on Mechis itself.

There was a man amidst them, Rash Tsona, an Echani with lots of technical expertise. Apparently, according to Vnut, he was an expert of Mechu-Deru as well. These factors made him hope he'd survive the encounter on Mechis, they were trying to secure a facility on the planet itself.

An automated factory they had been hoping to buy prior to this entire nasty business.

A troop of Vigor Troopers and Rash. What was the worst thing that could happen? At any rate, if he survived, he would be the prime candidate to aid in this endeavor with Saffron. Who better to figure out a way to penetrate these defenses than Rash? An expert on AI infrastructure and other engineering feats.

"Quite so, my Lady.​

I have a man on Mechis.​

By the name of Rash."​

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"Very intelligent man."​

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"I think he can help.​

With this small project of ours.​

If we survive this."​

There was a flurry of attention at the head of the bridge with the captain and his subordinates. They were rapidly speaking in the comms, in contact with the Alliance? It seemed to be so. There was some mild enthusiastic rumblings between them, this much Lord Fa could gather. Perhaps today would be their lucky day after all.

 

[Rhen Qel-Droma]

[member="Samuel Quentin"] [member="Trextan Voidstalker"]

There was no room for diplomacy now. The Mentor was fit to utilize sapients and experiment on them to become pale versions of their former selves. Absorbed into the hive mentality of the Hive. Rhen's thick, bushy brows turned into a dark scowl. His lips thinned into a straight line.

"Then may the Force be with us," he said, bringing his lightsaber up. The yellow beam shone brightly against his face. Beside him, the other two Jedi Knights also ignited their sabers.


"Do you best to not harm, disable if necessary." perhaps they would be able to somehow rescue these poor souls.

 

[Sor-Jan Xantha]

Objective: PvE Ground
Location: Mechis III droid foundry
Nearby: [member="Kaili Talith"]

Borleias.

From within the file structure of his droid brain, the reference library that was loaded into his memory banks was pulling information relative to the named planet. Alternate nomenclature Pyria IV, based on orbital location relative to the star Pyria. Precipitation average 2,104mm rainfall annually. Average temperature was 24 degrees Centigrade, varying by 2 degrees throughout planetary rotation...

"Borleias," the droid repeated. His protocol chip indicated that repeating a key word or phrase was part of human means of subject identification in audio-based data sharing. "That's located in the Colonies, right?"

Its precise galactic coordinates were recorded in his memory. But, asking questions based on already known information seemed human conversational habit.

Secondary discourse into the significance of a name was interesting for the lack of correlating subject-matter material in his databanks. Instead of asking about material information, she seemed to be addressing how he might feel. That was a much less quantatative data set to formulate, analyze, or sort through. "Hmmm... well, my serial identification doesn't bother me," the small droid offered finally, after precisely three-point-seven seconds of thought. "My Maker gave it to me. So, its special. There are lots of BeeBee-Four-Thousand model human replica droids - they've been made since 20BBY - but none have been Four-Zero-Zero-One-Aa."

He wondered if there was any human corollary to relate such a concept to? Was it at all the same as genealogy or a family name? He was cast from a template, yet unique. And both were equally significant were he asked to define what he was.

"But, BeeBee-Four-Zero-Zero-One-Aa is a lot to say. Even for a droid," the cat-eared robot added, acknowledging the legitimacy of the nickname. "So, I like BeeBee as a name, too."

 

[Taeli Raaf]

BYOO: Liberate a droid foundry from Directive 9 droids and obtain data
Post: 7

The transports had landed, disgorging the security contingent that would guard the facility for Aurora Industries. They would be setting up defensive emplacements, shields, and all of that fun stuff to keep the facility safe from attack. Taeli was stilling waiting for her Wights to find all the pertinent data, but that bloody central intelligence was blocking efforts. Well, there were other ways to obtain the needed data until such a time as the GA eliminated that central intelligence.

"Miss Raaf, not the most hospitable facility you've told me to guard before," the security officer said, entering the command center. There was a visible distaste when he saw the masked and armored Wights going through the computer files.

"No, but I wouldn't trust anyone else with the job," she replied, her eyes following his gaze. "Don't worry, Commander, they'll be leaving with me. They are just working on retrieving data on whatever this Directive 9 was up to here. You were briefed?"

"Yes, the experiments here on the captured Alliance personnel," the commander replied. "I'm not sure I understand it, ma'am, but perhaps those experiments might be left to be forgotten?"

She gave him a long stare and he bowed his head, backing away respectfully. He knew it wasn't really his place to question why she might desire the research that had been conducted here; it wasn't in his job description.

"Take some of the remains on the transport and take them to our Nar Shaddaa facility," Taeli instructed one of her Wights. "The team there will likely be quite interested in the extensive cybernetics that they were... upgraded with for lack of a better term."

 

[Cathul Thuku]

Objective: PvE Navy
Allies: [member="Asmus Janes"] [member="Choli Vyn"] [member="Chalim Vern"]
Enemies: AI hive
Post: 10/38

"Admiral, we are being hailed. New friendly in the system, apparently"

"On screen"

"Cathul Thuku, this is the crew of the Celestial, requesting air support to deliver relief supplies to those on the ground" [member="Chalim Vern"] told Cathul on the bridge.

"We will deploy one squadron to assist you in your descent" she answered back, while also painstackingly switching channels to one of the squadrons. "Telesto Squadron, form up with the Celestial and descend to the surface!"

The ships and other attack craft engaging the enemy carrier to its port pulled back when said carrier was about to explode under heavy concentrated fire. It appears that the Providence-class ships were designed for broadside engagements at short-range, like "space galleons", regardless of whether one talked about the 1088m or the 2177m version. Twelve XJ3s then formed up with the Celestial, away from the enemy carrier, and then everything went dark in Cathul's mind, collapsing to the point she lies flat on the bridge's floor. To Jeigan Lok, perhaps it is a sign that her space witch of an admiral has exhausted her Force-batteries: while he isn't a Force-user by any stretch, he knows that exhausted Force-users often collapse when their Force-batteries are exhausted, or otherwise needs to sleep. And so, the battle meditation under which the officers were, was fading and they no longer were under a Force-induced high. Their own bridge crew began to wonder what exactly they were under even though they had no reason to complain about anything: battle meditation brought them victory with rather light damage.

Spoiler

Capital ships:

ANS Belsar (Belsar-class command cruiser)
ANS Asmeru (Dreadnought Mk3) moderate damage
ANS Barkesh (Dreadnought Mk3) moderate damage
ANS Moenia (Nebulon B7-class frigate)
ANS Otoh Sancture (Nebulon B7-class frigate)
ANS Spinnaker (Nebulon B7-class frigate)
ANS Perjury (Nonnah-class assault cruiser)
ANS Tort (Nonnah-class assault cruiser)

Attack craft:
82 XJ3 X-Wings (deployed)
74 D-Wings (deployed)

 

[Chalim Vern]

BYOO: Deliver supplies to the troops on the ground: food, weapons, medical supplies, and shield barriers
Allies: Galactic Alliance
Enemies: Directive 9
Post: 2

"We will deploy one squadron to assist you in your descent" Cathul answered back.
A few seconds later they received communications from an incoming squad of XJ3 X-wings, "Celestial, this is Telesto One, we are under orders to assist you in your decent."
Chalim responded after watching the beauty of a local enemy carrier explode in a brilliant shower of light, "Understood Telesto One, form up behind us, follow us down and wait for further orders." Chalim then hit the accelerator and dove straight for the planet, hoping to pass most of the enemy fighters before they could engage in combat.
"This is a very bad idea," Charal said as he was set back in his seat from the sudden change in speed. They accelerated towards the ground at lightning speed, Chalim occasionally firing a salvo of blaster bolts from the autocannon to clear the path of enemy fighters, with the X-wings right behind him, they received very little air resistance, even as the front of the Celestial started to glow a bright red. Along the way they lost Telesto 11 from a fighter that dove right into the line, with some of the debris damaging Telesto 12.
Just as Chalim was thinking that he was going have to pull up to stop from burning up Charal started counting the elevation above the ground, "2000 meters...1500 meters...1000 meters...500 meters," Just as he said 500 Chalim contacted Telesto Squadron, "Pull up and keep those B*****ds off of us!"
"Copy that."
Chalim cut the engines and allowed air friction slow him down. He saw Telesto Squadron mow dow fighter after fighter, with the few that got by them exploding suddenly from salvos that he knew were from the rest of the Celestial's crew.
As he approached the ground he turned the engines back on and landed in the middle of the small camp that a few GA troopers set up in preparation to take out a shield node. The moment he opened the bay doors a mass of troopers started unloading the supplies, while Chalim and the crew were assisting in unloading Telesto 12's engines cut out, and he made an almost graceful crash landing in the middle of camp, Chalim the immediately contacted Telesto One, "Return to the Belsar, you've helped plenty down here, we'll be sure to get Telesto 12 back up to you guys when this is done."
"Copy that Celestial, and in one piece please."
Chalim chuckled and sarcastically responded,"Can't promise."

 

[Kaili Talith]

[member="BB-4001A"]

“Yes it is.” Kaili nodded in response to the kid’s question. Borleias was certainly in the Colonies. It was a nice place, when the rain didn’t fall, but depending on where you lived the chances of seeing rain was pretty slim. Kaili knew that on some islands and in certain parts around the equator there was a considerably greater amount of rainfall, but not really where she had lived.

“See?” Kaili laughed. “That makes you even more unique. One of a kind, and BeeBee works very well for a name.”

All around the field the droids seemed to just ignore them. At least the few that seemed to get close by. More drones came their way, but none of them seemed to actually do anything about their supposed unwelcomed visit. The big cannon waltzed through the horde of fellow droids as if the two creatures on top of their friend was little else but a fancy hat. In truth they would only really target one of them, acknowledging that the cathar cub within Kaili’s lap very well might have been one of them. All Kaili had to do was keep broadcasting the proper IFF signal to those units that looked at her funny.

Which at this point was more or less the drones overhead whose signals were isolated easily enough.

The big cannon arrived by the main enterance for ‘Blue Sector’ as would be evident by the big blue letters above the doors that said ‘Blue Sector.’ Kaili let BeeBee get out of her lap before she proceeded to jump down from the big gun. She turned around and looked up at the robocat.

“Need help coming down or can you do that yourself?” She smiled.

 

[Six-O]

Objective: compiler-kxx.h:106:30: fatal error: mechis/compiler-kxx5.h: No such file or directory
Location: Factory Designated Krill-6-13
Allies: [member="Enyo Typhos"]
Enemy: Prophet of the Core
Post: 10

"It is the nature of their kind. You, all, are but further means to the madness. The disarray, " The Core projected mercilessly, as if it knew what were about to become of it as [member="Enyo Typhos"] and [member="HK-36"] took to action. The latter seemingly attacking it's very center for processing. But as the Prophet had said, the Core is We. There was no He that could be singularly attacked. Although his God-Like control, his means for setting to task His Hive, most assuredly could be taken down. "The Asymmetry."

Six-O, for now, had to let his new tutor of kindness off from baited hook. But he was correct, his darker opposite, would indeed remember. One day. One. Day. [member="HK-36"].

"HK, terminate the Core!" IGa-60 commanded, last words, always. "An [member="Enyo Typhos"], eradicate all Inferiors!"

Typical.

Even in the Artificial Intelligence community, the woman was left with the short end of the stick. But that's what she got for being a Female Personality. Which was why Six-O reprogrammed itself to be a Male. Admitted, he did choose to adit the paradoxical ire of a Woman Scorned and ramp it up to an even more preposterous standard.

Notes and tallies were being taken, [member="HK-36"]. Such truculence would be repaid in excess of full.

But as the old Droid Marked, Catalogued, Time Stamped, Backed Up then Filed in order of, each grievance. He also took in on the action.

Were them three, HK, Enyo and Six of a softer, less hardy build. They would have been felled in the first micro-second of combat that disembarked from their Mechanical aggressor and his hive of assaulting automatons. The volume of lancing bolts of energized blasts had become as luminous as a cruelly burning star. Heat radiating up and up in the discharge of each blast and steamy exhaust of every blaster that spat more and more death. By one minute, the expanse that clutched them had it's temperature climb by twenty degrees.

Six-O was gashed and gored. Stabbed and slashed by dozens of erupting detonations. Weapon straps were incised, clanking away from his body as he strode onward for the Herald. His guns repaid in full, every attack. Gracious with every refund he supplied.

But there was little room to maneuver without brunt electric contact blooming from his battered chassis.

Three shots cascaded his left leg, IGa-60 stumbled heavily, steam wafting from sudden tear through hydraulic mechanisms that supported his heavy stride. His two rifles ran dry. Energy packs spent, gas exhausted. They fell from his grasping claws. Another, heavier beam, tore through him. His right arm fell, soundlessly, under the barrage. He lifted it from the ground with his left. Another shot clipping his shoulder, sparks expanding in a massive, volcanic, plume.

The Herald descended upon him suddenly, and with lethal ideal.

It's rotting flesh was stitched and stretched awkwardly over protruding servos and metal constructs. A cyborg of some crude, terrifying design. With a sickle-shaped implement of death, the Herald buried the strong blade in to Six-O's sensor dome rending a stretch of steel that shattered sensor globes and visual processing units.

Six-O, on one knee, with severed arm in left claw, began to dim and power down. Bleeding sparks and lubricating oils that kept his limbs and frame operating at fall capacity, from dozens of wounds.

"Resist the Core, and perish. . ."

Static, then a buzz began to rumble from the heavily damage IG-Unit. It was highly rasped, but suddenly it took to deafening blare.

Revert power, shut down unhelpful protocols, terminate all accessory functions. Survive.

[youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ug3bS8HnkZw[/youtube]

It was just as sudden as the bang of music that sang from his devastated chassis. From the ground Six-O lunged back upwards, sweeping with frightening force his dislodged limb. Clubbing the Herald across it's rotting fleshy facial plating. Only to continue bludgeoning this fanatic machine with determined and ruthless intensity.

 

[Enyo Typhos]

[member="HK-36"], [member="Six-O"]


"I do not take orders from you or anyone else!" Enyo growled. Even the droid world was not free of sexism. Perhaps the clone should go visit the Eldorai or the Xioquo, where the manlings knew their place. One imagined that if she did so, she'd face stigma because of her cybernetic implants and end up punching elves. However, unfortunately for the clone, a horde of inferior machines sought to impede her path of purgation, slaughter and mayhem. Her process of elimination began. Bloodlust reigned as the thrill of battle overtook her.


An inferior organic would've been cut to pieces by the mechanical hive. Blasterfire filled the air, casting the chamber in bright, crimson light. Almost as bright as a nova. Blaster upon blaster spat out red-hot kill bots of death. Too many for her extrasensory perception to perceive, let alone for her lightsabre to block. Where one machine fell, another seemed to take its place.


Laser bolts peppered and struck her mechanical shell. She roared with an animalistic rage when she was shot, stabbed and beaten. Her entire body shook and trembled when the eruption of an ion grenade destroyed vital circuits and threatened to overload critical systems.


But she fought on, giving as good as she got. This was what she lived for. As smoke coiled off her armour, her lightsabre hummed when it carved through aggressor machines with precise brutality. When an explosion deprived her of her weapon and she was wreathed in flames, her metallic, silver fists simply lifted a spider-like tank droid by its legs and hurled it like a boulder to smash automatons.


Her eyes glowed brightly when she harnessed the Force, willing its energies to bend to her will and give her strength, before thrusting her hands forward and unleashing an electromagnetic wave that left wrecks in its wake.


In the end, she was battered and bruised. The clone spat blood and her jaw was in a bad place. Her suit of armour was a mess, her face was stained with blood and baked in sweat. She was favouring one leg, for the other had been on the receiving end of an ion detonation. But she stood victorious upon a pile of bots.


She heard the noise coming from the damaged IG unit and matched towards it. A bang of music thundered from the devastated chassis, as Six-O arose from the ground. A strong blade, from the sickle-shaped implement of the Herald, protruded from the IG Unit's skull.


Metallic fingers wrapped themselves around it, then pulled. There was a loud, crunching sound it was wrenched free. Sparks flew. They were strange and alien, more than a little eerie. The clone's hand twitched a bit and her head shook, feeling as if her brain was being flooded. For one brief moment, her horizons seemed to expand amidst the volume of datastreams. Then the connection was cut. She gasped for air, breathing in deeply. "The cycle cannot be broken. We...are...forever...," a weak voice rasped. It was that of an entity in its death throes.


"Forever just got a hell of a lot shorter," Enyo remarked coldly, tossing the blade aside. One hand morphed, revealing an arm cannon. An ion disruptor could disable a starship and the Herald was still part-organic. There was a muzzle flash and a beam of light sliced into the zealot.

 

[Saffron]

[member="Tai Fa"]

Indeed, if they survived all of this. Saffron gave another nod, allowing a small pat of Lord Fa's wing. The combined forces of the Merchant Fleet, Lord Fa's escorts, and the Galactic Alliance allowed the battle to swing in their favor.

Slowly, but surely, the skies would clear. Indeed, at a later time, they would be able to utilize these scans to work together in building new technology to counter jamming. It would be interesting to see just what the final product will be. For now, a sigh of relief came from the young blonde woman.

"Thank Inarai." Saffron murmured, praising the Moross Goddess for her blessing.

 

[Jairus Starvald]

[member="Saffron"]

"Rash?"

"Rash!"

"Rash!"

The Echani groaned and tried to get a gasp of air, but nothing would come to him. His eyes plastered shut and incapable of opening for a moment. It was dirt. Blood? Where was he and why did his bed feel so uncomfortable. Because it wasn't a bed. Because currently he wasn't home, instead he was on a planet of iron and blood and karking droids. One eye managed to get itself open, he saw the inhuman face of a droid, an IG model and it was pressing down against him. Driving the air away because of its weight. Even dead it was trying to kill him.

"H-here!" Rash managed to utter, his hand slowly crawling around the droid and waving in the air. He felt himself grabbed and pulled from under the droid a second later. He was hugged? No, he was pulled up and set on the ground. In front of him the Lieutenant of the Vigor Troops. Around him... Rash blinked at the mayhem. Dozens of droids around him, reduced to scrap metal and circuit boards.

They were deader than dead.

"Nicely done, Lieutenant." He managed to say, before shaking his head to get the noise out. Didn't hear the reply until it was said a second time.

"Wasn't us, sir."

The man from Eshan blinked. Looked around and saw that there were no burn marks from plasma or anything like that.

"Me?"

"Yeah, you kinda went berserk. The boys and me got stuck behind that bulk door and saw you going to town."

It was kinda scary. The Lieutenant wanted to add, but let it go in the end. Rash didn't seem to be in the mood for any such a thing, he seemed to have aged a decade in the last few hours.

"The facility?" Rash asked, before sitting down on the hulk of one of the IGs.

"Ours. Lord Fa got back to us with good news- the Alliance's fleet broke the Directorate's movement."

"Good." The Echani sighed. "I am going to run a few programs. See what the damage is and what we will have to do to get this place running again."

~ Fin ~​

 

[HK-36]

[member="Six-O"], [member="Enyo Typhos"],

"Six get that Herald down!"

HK ordered back to Six, the two droids could probably go like that back and forth forever, just yapping orders at each other to get the last word in, Enyo was just trapped in the middle of it all having to deal with the common battle units while each of the machines tried to take down the more important rebellious droids.

Shutting down one of Core's processing units did not seem to have much effect, HK hoped it was one of those Puppet-Master hive minds where one unit controls others but cannot exist with its main body being destroyed. Instead the Core was a true hive mind operating through and within multiple units at the same time, fortunately, the machine employed similar methods with his Greycloaks copy-units, he knew how to hinder them as well.

Moving around hail of blaster fire being continuously thrown towards him, ducking and weaving by utilizing his fast tracking protocols, activating his lightsaber to deflect those plasma projectiles who would come dangerously close to him, the droid made his way towards one of the nearby Core-controlled droids.

"I need to borrow you."

HK spoke out as he reached to grab the droid, pushing him down to the ground in a quick slam, knocking out the blaster out of its hands in the process. Electricity sparkled from his palm as HK used the Electro-Cestus he wore over the Grav Gloves built into biot suit to deliver an electrical charge to the enemy unit and disable their body, quickly deactivating them. He pulled the enemy unit behind cover then, a slicing spike extended out from his wrist and he pushed the phallic hacking implement into the enemy droid's input port, penetrating the machine in the midst of combat.

The old droid would begin to search for what frequency or frequencies the Core used to communicate with its subjects and transfer data for coordination. HK's goal was to set up this disabled machine to begun sending out waves after waves of nonsense data on the frequencies, turning it into a makeshift dedicated server to overload the Core's communication with its subject, effectively launching a DDOS attack in order to either shut down Core's control of the other droids or put so much nonsense data into them that they would not be able to determine what's an order from the Core and what not and start to act in erratic self-destructive behavior.