"SYNCHRONIZING MAINFRAME. REACTIVATING MAIN AUXILLERY PLATFORM. CONFIRM USER INTERFACE....CODE NAME: HUMANOID ARTIFICIAL ORGANIC NANODROID. APPROVED. RE-ACTIVATING PLANETARY DEFENSE MEASURE."
"ACTIVATING ANGELFALL PROGRAM."
"SAL KAR MK. II ONLINE."
The planet of Coruscant, was once again under the danger of an unknown threat. Walking through the ancient hulk, it was originally a movable type but age defeats all. It was soon converted into the turret version as it was seen now. Moving through the command center, the black hat wearing human replica droid started to reactivate older protocols. Haon knew that some day, another slave raid would occur once more, it had taken decades for it to finally occur but they have indeed arrived.
The Sacking of Coruscant many decades ago, was only a taste of what would happen. Now, it was here again...but far worse than before.
Then the news came through, even before he was able to walk all the way up the steps. This...slave trader, this monster known as
Scour
was doing something he had only seen one other time when the Galactic Alliance, known at the time as the Alliance with the Grayson Imperium having a spat so many years ago. A similar situation happened with a pirate, having slaves strapped to the hull and forcing people to make the choice to comply or let the blood of the innocents be on their hands. A situation that ruined peoples careers and become a bloodbath beyond anyones comprehension. There was a small whisper from the Human Replica Droid, knowing that he had himself, done some terrible choices in the past.
The choices beforehand had led him to the ruin of many, joining from the Zweihander Union to the Galactic Alliance, to the Brotherhood of the Maw to the Elysium Empire. He had made starships of incredible power, weapons that rival those of millennia past in terms of sheer terror...he had broken many peoples trust. The corruption of his data, the ego that he had held for far to long, an ego that ended his own life at the hands of a Geonosian. Toiled in space for decades, he had only been put back together in some form, in a fashion that had made him come to terms of what he had accomplished and what terrors he had wrought on the Galaxy.
Around the base of the Sal Kar Mark II, the loud hissing of various coffin like structures would erupt before blowing apart. Slowly, from various sections even surrounding the Sal Kar Mark II, lead old creations out into the streets.
Glory Dark Troopers, Mark II were now marching around on the streets, some of whom were kicking through old doors and walls to get into view. Very soon, a hundred and twenty were now activated and roaming around the area with a loud whine of target acquisition. Haon grabbed onto a small microphone from the Command Center as several droids had marched up to take posts, moving through the area as they situated at different control stations.
"All Ground Units, Hunt and Destroy. Activating Shield Dome, arm the pads, direct acquisition on pad three."
There was a loud CLACKING noise as soon a large, older style shield generator would come up that resembled the old dome like fixtures. It was the strength of those seen in the holo-vids of the Battle of Hoth, an extremely strong shield generator capable of withstanding orbital bombardment for a few hours. What was worse though was extending upwards, the pillar starting to slowly raise out of the ground as a few switches were flicked as the crackle of communications broke through as Haon wanted to create a statement, the speech by this Scour was in his mind, a thing of wickedness. He had overwhelmed so many systems nearby...the planet was burning, he had to do something right now. Lifting the hat off of his head, he would pull out an old datachip as he slipped it back into the command console.
"Execute...Cowboy Bucker."
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"YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWW!!!!
The screech of the very obvious and very knowable pain in the rear, the
Cowboy Bucker AI Virus had been unleashed once again on the unsuspecting populace. They had a taste of it beforehand, this time it was connected through a hard-wired connection as it started to infest everything it could, overtaking many upon many of its transmission feeds that was being overridden from Scours own starship! A faint black silloute of a man wearing a cowboy hat would be seen as it stared through the screens that soon started to become far more infested around small section of the city...and slowly, it began overtaking parts of the planet in terrifying fashion, it was a fast virus but it was also starting to learn...to grow at the same time.
"THIS IS RINGO IN THE AFTERNOON! LIVE TO TELL YOU SLAVERS TO GO STUFF THE NEAREST RIFLE STRAIGHT UP YOUR-"
No doubt in anyones mind, this thing was annoying beyond comprehension. It was soon learning rather quickly, how to trash talk everyone around the entire planet. If it even saw a slaver on the camera, it would become rather quickly, a humorous target for trash talking as it even told people where they were hiding. Very quickly, it became one of the largest threats that started to grow around for the slavers and pirates that had arrived to burn this planet down again!
In an unusual display of potentially being a complete jerk to everyone involved, poor
Mars Raynor
got the brunt end of one stick. When one of their men was rushing back inside to take cover, one of the doors slammed down repeatedly over one of their soldiers as a camera looked on from inside. It was in essence, rather comical to see the soldier bounce up and down over and over again but the man had also died.
Far off outside, the trio known as
Corazona von Ascania
,
Nero Drake
, and
Dante Iblis
would soon see from around them the lights of the city going out around their speeder. It would then light up rather brightly as it started screeching an old song as spotlights would turn on to illuminate the building Naxus was inside of now. The loud voice cracked through the intercomns nearby and some of the riders of the speeders had the unfortunate time to hear the Cowboy Bucker go off once more.
"YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWW!!!! GO GET THEM SNAKES THAT ARE IN MY BOOTS!"
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Rather soon, the communications would be open from Haon himself, after having let his virus taken affect around the planet in the short time it had been around. He did not plan on letting it run amock forever, but it was a desperate plan that had to be enacted while he had the chance. Speaking in the communications microphone, it was set on broadcast as the voice would echo forward as it was directed towards one person...Scour.
"This is Metal Lord, Haon Hafey. You preach that the Galactic Alliance, the Jedi had failed in their duties. While we never had gotten along, you are far from the truth. You speak of cowardice? You speak of only yourself, high in the sky while your men do your dirty work. You say the blood of the innocent have been spilled? Then look at me."
At that moment, the transmissions around the area that would have displayed pictures, that had been displaying the Cowboy Bucker Virus AI had shown instead, Haon Hafey himself. It was all but confirmed now, he has come back from the literal dead. The insane inventor, the man who had taken so many drastic actions against every government in the Galaxy and had burnt nearly everything to the ground. Standing like a spectre, he would speak once more as his upper body was in frame.
"I have spilled more blood from the weapons I created, I have created more terror in these two hands than you will accomplish in your lifetime. You are not the first to do what you have done...but you are right about one thing. You are seeing the True Faces of the Galactic Alliance, the Heros of the Democracy and the Light of the Galaxy. People fighting against yours, even in overwhleming odds to stop your onslaught against the People of Coruscant. There is one problem though when you made that statement."
"I am not one of them. I have killed more of them than I could count, my weapons have razed their cities to dust and I made sure their warships burned under my gaze. But all throughout that...Coruscant will always be one of my homes. For what they have in restraint to do the right thing..."
"I Don't. Launch the Seismic Missiles."
With that, the communications would cut out with the visual feed of Haon as the pads erupted in a series of fireballs as numerous missiles were launched outwards before starting to screech upwards. Soon on radars around them, it would detect guided
Seismic Missiles heading straight towards the "Kreature" as they were hurling towards them fast as possible. It would reach impact soon, thirty-six Seismic Missiles were heading towards the starship carrying a very deadly payload! From the command station, all he could do was watch as the pads were soon lowered to start rearming...this time, replacing all the pads with Seismic Missile payloads. He can do what they cannot do...sacrifice his morality for the greater good.
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Spark Finn
Jace Rhane
Castor Brynnn
Nero Drake
Bianco Cruhn
Jonyna Si
Tyrant I
Nyles Kote
