The Parliament
The Advanced Model 1 currently infesting the engineering computers had been experimenting with cutting power to whole decks, learning the systems of power distribution at an exponential rate.
It had locked down the hangar with Force Fields and engaging the magseals on the doors after Ryv and the others had managed to escape in spite of its best attempts to sieze control in time. It felt faint emotional pressure to succeed and help its Mother and it had begun tapping the security systems by leapfrogging its programming to the software alerting the security teams. It revoked their clearance, trapping many of them.
Asmundr Varobalder brushed against its digital mind. The Nanite Conscious analyzed the feedback from contact, asking what it wanted.
Learning, huh? Coulda fooled me, because it looks an awful lot like you're marching this place to a warzone...it remarked back.
It had no time to respond further, because now it had found the distribution systems to engine power and began reducing speed, weakening the exterior sensors, while cutting power to the doors of the command center, as well as all ship to ship communications. Counter-Security measures had grown desperate trying to keep it from vital systems, but the Quantum Molecular Programming of the nanites was rapidly learning every countermeasure and defeating it. Finally locking the command crew out of their consoles as well as their ability to communicate with the whole ship.
It had begun downloading comm logs, broadcasting them through the whole ship, including classified communications about troop movements and flight plans throughout the speakers of the ship. It began to attack the Life Support Systems.
"WHO AM I?" the Nanite Consciousness spoke in a booming voice it decreased the gravity and life support in the engineering section.
"I AM A WRENCH IN THE WORKS. A THING TO RENDER YOU BLIND AND DEAF."
The soldiers outside the section saluted Varobaldur as he arrived, while others kept their blasters trained on the entrance.
"Sir, we managed to pull a surviving Jedi out before we cleared the area..." they said, pointing to a Jedi on a repulsor gurney, missing a hand, now covered in a Bacta module.
"Never...never seen anything like it..." he whispered to Varobaldur. "It...it's like living quicksilver! It can become like liquid or solid! It can look human...shapeshift its arms into blades...its inside the computer systems...
"From what he is describing, I theorize its some sort of Combat Nanotechnology..." one of the Synth Engineering crew surmised.
"Hold on, you're saying they sent an Assassin Droid made of Nanites?" one soldier asked with obvious fear. This sort of technology was a uniquely lethal threat. Fear was the appropriate reaction for Nanite Assassin Droids.
"It's resistant to Lightsabers...and its fast too...deadly fast..." the injured Jedi said to Varobaldur.
It had locked down the hangar with Force Fields and engaging the magseals on the doors after Ryv and the others had managed to escape in spite of its best attempts to sieze control in time. It felt faint emotional pressure to succeed and help its Mother and it had begun tapping the security systems by leapfrogging its programming to the software alerting the security teams. It revoked their clearance, trapping many of them.
Asmundr Varobalder brushed against its digital mind. The Nanite Conscious analyzed the feedback from contact, asking what it wanted.
Learning, huh? Coulda fooled me, because it looks an awful lot like you're marching this place to a warzone...it remarked back.
It had no time to respond further, because now it had found the distribution systems to engine power and began reducing speed, weakening the exterior sensors, while cutting power to the doors of the command center, as well as all ship to ship communications. Counter-Security measures had grown desperate trying to keep it from vital systems, but the Quantum Molecular Programming of the nanites was rapidly learning every countermeasure and defeating it. Finally locking the command crew out of their consoles as well as their ability to communicate with the whole ship.
It had begun downloading comm logs, broadcasting them through the whole ship, including classified communications about troop movements and flight plans throughout the speakers of the ship. It began to attack the Life Support Systems.
"WHO AM I?" the Nanite Consciousness spoke in a booming voice it decreased the gravity and life support in the engineering section.
"I AM A WRENCH IN THE WORKS. A THING TO RENDER YOU BLIND AND DEAF."
The soldiers outside the section saluted Varobaldur as he arrived, while others kept their blasters trained on the entrance.
"Sir, we managed to pull a surviving Jedi out before we cleared the area..." they said, pointing to a Jedi on a repulsor gurney, missing a hand, now covered in a Bacta module.
"Never...never seen anything like it..." he whispered to Varobaldur. "It...it's like living quicksilver! It can become like liquid or solid! It can look human...shapeshift its arms into blades...its inside the computer systems...
"From what he is describing, I theorize its some sort of Combat Nanotechnology..." one of the Synth Engineering crew surmised.
"Hold on, you're saying they sent an Assassin Droid made of Nanites?" one soldier asked with obvious fear. This sort of technology was a uniquely lethal threat. Fear was the appropriate reaction for Nanite Assassin Droids.
"It's resistant to Lightsabers...and its fast too...deadly fast..." the injured Jedi said to Varobaldur.