Symphony of Steel [The Iron Empire's Rebellion of the One Sith controlled Csilla]

[Darth Osano]

[member="Iron Empire NPC"] | [member="Darth Banshee"]

Being as it has been roughly four days with no sign or notice of a leave of absence from the singular member of this area's opposition, one writer has deemed it necessary to move on without her. Please do not contact this writer with any complaints.

Minutes later, the firefight was over. To symbolize this, Eugene nudged the corpse of a Stormtrooper with his foot, rolling it over so that it was face-down. There was no particular reason for this. Except maybe that the explosive rounds had ripped this Stormtrooper's armor and guts into a bloody duraplast pulp and it was making Eugene very uncomfortable. The Stormtroopers that hadn't died had scattered in every direction, the poor demoralized bastards. Pollux had not bothered to send anyone after them. Not out of any sense of mercy, but because the Stormtroopers were unlikely to resume taking up arms against anyone and they were of little value; little importance. Now, for the garrison commander...

He was dragged back into the restaurant, Guavians holding him from under his arms. The commander's hands were cuffed and he was still twitching erratically from when the stun baton had smacked him. Apparently the voltage had been too high. Hopefully they hadn't mistakenly turned the poor fellow into a vegetable. Then again, what was the difference? He certainly hadn't been of much use while his faculties were intact. Especially if he had been willing to go along with that Sith's suicidal, self-serving orders. "Caught 'im tryin' to slip out the back." One of the Guavians announced.

"Put him in the truck," Pollux ordered. The Guavians obliged, dragging the commander through the entrails of his fallen soldiers in order to do so. Meanwhile, the Givin glanced over at the Iron Ambassador. Iron or not, poorly implied telekinetic constriction of the genitals was often a painful experience (not that Pollux would know- he could only speculate... And hopefully he would only get to speculate) that could likely result in further uncomfortable complications. Likely. Better safe than sorry.

Pollux jerked his thumb towards the ambassador as he left, speaking to another waiting Guavian. "Take that man to the field hospital."

As quickly as they had arrived, the Helix Syndicate was gone.

 

[Isamu Baelor]

Reinhard tore his lightsaber, from the chest of a death trooper. The armor-clad body crumbled to the ground, in a heaping mess. The Death Squads faltered, falling to the former-Inquisitors. However, a great evil approached. An intense hatred, that yearned for destruction. A cloaked figure prowled the streets of the capitol city, and approached the former-Inquisitors. In its wake, death followed. The bodies of Chiss littered the streets. Their corpses fouled the air.

Reinhard raised his crimson blade. A weapon that, for some time, was an instrument of oppression. A tool, used to murder the enemies of the One Sith. Guided by the hand of Darth Praesidius, it had feasted on the blood of the guilty, and innocent, alike.

But no more.

The strings had been severed. He was no longer a puppet of the Inquisition, or that of the Grand Inquisitor. His mind was his own. Free of the terrible whispers, that once plagued his thoughts. In its stead, lay a burning desire for vengeance. Those that had done this to him. Those that would do this others. Those that would make his people bleed. On their necks, the mighty sword of Justice would fall. And he would be its wielder.

"Come Sith!" Reinhard beckoned. "Justice awaits!"

[member="Annaliese Zambrano"] [member="Darth Abyss"]

 

[Darth Abyss]

There was it again. A premonition of a fight that would mark his personal final to his last battle as commander of the one sith forces. Then he heard the words, his eyes meet another lightsaber on the battlefield, one crimson in color like his own. The stance of his body shifted, the blade that had been hanging loosely on his side while he was occupied killing unarmed and weak civilians moving into a proper position of form two, ready to be crossed with the weapon of the man who challenged him.

With a simple gesture of his left he released the troops behind him of his command, ordering them to continue their path of destruction without him. This enemy was his, and his alone.

"Only the strong shall bring justice."

His voice was calm, and controlled as he slowly moved towards his new opponent. The blade was hoovering horizontally in the air, the hilt resting in his right, while his left way free for additional attacks. There was still some distance between the two warriors, and he had no intention to change that already. His left extended, releasing a storm of blue lightning at the man, more as a test of his skills, and not to really open up the battle.

[member="Reinhard Baelor"] [member="Annaliese Zambrano"]

 

[cheshire_kitty]

With each strike of her lightsaber, temptation grew stronger. There was no fun in efficiently dispatching members of the One Sith's Death Squads but it was what had to be done. She couldn't risk giving in to temptation and become the monster others expected her to be because of her heritage. It was a sacrifice she had to make if she wished to remain in the Iron Empire and near the unwilling object of her affections.

"Come Sith!" Reinhard beckoned towards the hooded figure. "Justice awaits!"

The sound of her beloved’s voice made her heart skip a beat.

"Only the strong shall bring justice,” the hooded Sith replied calmly, blade drawn, left hand outstretched as he hurdled a storm of blue lightning at her love.

Unimpressed, Annaliese stared intently at the hooded figure, her free hand outstretched as if wrapped around someone’s throat, quivering as she attempted to Force choke the man. The sound of his voice annoyed her.

[member="Reinhard Baelor"], [member="Darth Abyss"]​

 

[Darth Abyss]

Abyss felt the grip around his throat, but it wouldn't stop him, not today. All he had to go through, everything he had sacrificed would not be for nothing, only because of something so trivial as breathing. The lighting stopped, but the sith still was walking forward, unfazed by the attack of an yet unseen second contender. The only difference in his behavior was the change of his breathing pattern, slower, and more controlled than before, supplying his body with what little oxygen he could suck into his lungs with the force clinging tightly to his throat.

"The force shall free me."

His voice was nothing but a slight groan, but the force amplified the sound so his words could be heard by both of his enemies. Two against one was a dangerous game, but Abyss wasn't one for fairplay himself. Fighting them in the open could easily get him killed, even if both of his enemies would be inferior to him on their own.

The last Knight of the one Sith once more lifted his left hand in the air, this time far above his head. Dirt, rubble and dust danced through the air, shrouding him in thick smoke. As the small particles dissolved, the sith was gone, nothing more than a translucent shadow, barley visible and his presence shrunken into only a glimpse of what it actually was. Like his master, he would kill his enemies out of the shadows, unseen and unheard.

[member="Annaliese Zambrano"] [member="Reinhard Baelor"]

 

[HK-36]

Allies:[member="Siobhan Kerrigan"], The Iron Empire [member="Aster Rose Baelor"]
Enemies: Sith
Objective: Help the civilians, stop the advancing Sith
Location: Surface; villages raided by Sith, even closer to the capital now

The droid was glad to hear that his frigate was in orbit, hopefully it also meant access to his mercenary company and the vast arsenal he had before his slumber,

I am glad that old queen is still sailing.

He commed Sio right back, referring to his vessel,

I will bring her closer to get us some air cover. What happened to that supercarrier I had?

The machine sent out an order on the very familiar channel Siege Tower's comm officer used, he was beckoning them closer to the planet now that Sith's fleet was devastating itself. He sent out another comm transmission to the Iron Empire's officer that responded to him earlier,

Iron Lord, Your Savior, here again, we have an allied Protectorate frigate coming over the capitol to provide air suppression against the suicidal runs. Watch the friendly fire, can you provide us with any capital ship escort in case the Sith try anything funny?

The Siege Tower was a nimble ship, great for dealing with masses of starfighters and supporting the advance of larger vessels, but it did not quite had the guns or armor to face larger vessels.


Meanwhile, aboard the Siege Tower,

The crew bustled in their battle stations at full alert, answering and relaying comms, providing cover against smaller attack craft, and on its helm stood a tall droid draped in a grey cloak. It was... HK. Well, one of his copies from the Extermination Squad he had forged a while back, the machines were entombed together with HK to guard him, now that he was awakened they took up once more their duty looking after his ships, bases of operation, or simply escorting him.

"Sir,"

The Comm officer turned to face the machine as she received order from the planet-side,

"He ordered air cover above the capitol."

The droid nodded, motioning forward towards the planet,

"Bring us in."

Soon enough the hammer-like shape of the Siege Tower would become visible as it broke through the atmosphere, looming closer to Csilla's capitol to challenge the remnants of Sith fleet now trying to cause as much damage as they could.


[member="Annaliese Zambrano"], [member="Reinhard Baelor"], [member="Darth Abyss"]
Meanwhile, the droid turned his attention back to that no-good Sith, Darth Abyss, the droid took a knee, slinging the large rifle hanging off of his back via magnetic hardpoint, powering up the rail gun to take aim at the Knight and bombard him. But then Annaliese and Reinhard made their appearance, challenging the Sith into a lightsaber combat. The droid stood down, aiming the launcher to the side as he commed Sio again,

Some jerks are attacking the Sith, looks like they bought us more time. I will take care of his troops.

He took the aim with his launcher again, it was one of the Mass Drivers the machine's company manufactured, a shattergun big enough to fire explosive-bolt gun bullets. What resulted was a devastating anti-armor and anti-personnel artillery weapon.

HK aimed the launcher right into the middle of Abyss's troops, taking his time, letting them move away from the trio going at it as the weapon charged up, until finally.

SHABLA-GOO!

Reinhard, Annaliese, and Abyss could hear ground explode in a cloud of dirt and shrapnel, probably along with limbs and armor shards from the Sith troops that accompanied Abyss. The ringing roar of explosion and, most likely, their cries of pain would fill the area, as if a high-explosive tank shell just erupted, just as the thundering echo of the weapon being fired reached them. Since the weapon fired its projectiles faster then the speed of sound, the bullet would find its mark before the gunshot would be heard.

The impact was too far to harm the trio, they weren't affected by the shrapnel, or debris, or the shock wave from the blast, but it was probably distracting at the very least!

It wouldn't have been enough to deal with all the troops Abyss brought, but it would thin out their numbers enough for the droid to just finish up the stragglers himself. Besides, he had to wait for the weapon to finish charging for another shot.

He stood up, putting the large gun back onto its hardpoint on his back, surveying what results his work had.

 

[Siobhan Kerrigan]

[member="HK-36"], [member="Darth Abyss"], [member="Aster Rose Baelor"]


"Your carrier's still at Abregado. OP dissolved, but I kept the old bird and gave her a new paint job! She was getting rusty," Siobhan declared. This was probably not the moment to describe what she'd used the bed in the captain's cabin for. It occured to her that she really needed to help HK catch up on recent events. A lot had happened!


Soon the Siege Tower, accompanied by Firemane corvettes and fighters, would loom over the horizon, providing some air cover against the aerial onslaught the Sith had unleashed. Drawing upon her power, Siobhan crushed the wings of a TIE fighter. That was probably an easier way to destroy the thing than trying to wreck the entire craft.


Then there was a massive cannon roar when HK unleashed the sheer awesomeness of the shatterbolter. This kind of hurt Siobhan's ears. "You could've warned me, you know," Siobhan huffed. Or she could have worn a damn helmet.


"Got an estimate of how many Sith troopers are still left? And if these Iron Empire guys respond, tell them Countess Kerrigan is here, too." Leave it to Siobhan to bring her formidable ego into this. Picking up a Heavy Bolter, she blasted some Sith mooks. The weapon was bloody heavy, but had an absurd amount of brutal firepower.

 

[Aster Rose Baelor]

Location: A village raided by the Death Squads, outskirts of the Csilla Capitol
Allies: Unknown
Enemies: One Sith
Others in the vicinity: [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"], [member="HK-36"], [member="Darth Abyss"]
Objective: Evacuate the villagers
Gear: Tir Stunner (linked in sig), a lightweight bulletproof vest, and a first aid kit.

"Hello? This is Aster Baelor of the Iron Empire, can anyone hear me?" Aster whispered into her handheld comlink. The adrenalin had worn off and fear now consumed her. After witnessing the relentless slaughter of Chiss at the hands of the Death Squads, the feeling of invincibility had worn off and reality slapped her in the face. "If I die, please tell my uncle that I'm sorry and ask that he not blame the vice-capt for what happened. I was stupid."

Unfortunately for Aster, she did not know the first thing about comlinks or encryption and had sent her message through an open channel that could be heard by friend and foe alike. “Kark,” she cursed under her breath, describing her predicament in a not so eloquent manner when she noticed a few of the Death Squad had turned their attention from searching for Chiss to searching for something else.

The sound of heavy boots thumping against the ground got closer and closer accompanied by the occasional fire of a blaster rifle. Peeping from her hiding place, Aster saw a man garbed in One Sith armour approaching her position randomly firing at piles of rubble as if he was trying to flush someone out. “Kark,” she cursed again.

Hands tightly wrapped around the stunner, Aster fired a barrage of shots from her hiding place. While only a couple of her shots had actually hit the man it was enough to do the job. With the soldier stunned, she quickly emerged from her hiding place and picked up the blaster rifle he had dropped when he fell. Her hands trembled as she pointed the weapon at its owner and pulled the trigger.

A scream escaped from her lips as she dropped the blaster rifle and pain rippled through her arms. As if to add insult to injury, Aster had only narrowly missed the man at point blank range. “If anyone can hear me, please reply. I’m scared,” Aster whispered into the comlink, her voice pained before she ran as fast as she could into a nearby house.

 

[HK-36]

Allies: [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"], The Iron Empire
Enemies: Sith
Objective: Help the civilians, stop the advancing Sith
Location: Surface; villages raided by Sith, even closer to the capital now

"You could've warned me, you know,"

The droid quipped back to Kerrigan,

"I thought you were farther away, you do not have to keep holding onto my hips anymore, you are a big girl now."

"Got an estimate of how many Sith troopers are still left? And if these Iron Empire guys respond, tell them Countess Kerrigan is here, too."

The droid didn't bother counting the Sith, it seemed they were still getting themselves pulled together from the bombardment,

"A Sith-ful."

He gave the vague number as he stood up, spinning about to face the ruins of a nearby village. The machine picked up the sound of blaster bolts fired somewhere nearby, nothing too unusual on a battlefield, but he also heard a scream of someone in peril, someone far too young. And then there was that message on the commlink,

“If anyone can hear me, please reply. I’m scared,”

The machine bolted off using all the strength and speed of his mechanical body and the rotors within his Power Armor, only calling out to Sio,

"Some child nearby is in trouble."

As an explanation, cloud of dust raised from his heavy feet while sprinting.

[member="Aster Rose Baelor"],

Perhaps Aster could hear it, or perhaps she was too focused on the trooper searching for her, but there were heavy thuds, somewhere off in the nearby distance, getting louder and louder.

Until finally,

The door to the house where she was hiding in was swung open and a figure made its appearance. They were clad in the One Sith armor, with a rifle in their hands, the soldier looking for her. He turned in her direction and raised his gun,

BZZZZZZZZZT

There was a sound of a lightsaber activating and a silver-white blade swung through the air, hitting the soldier's side through the doorway, Aster could feel a serene sensation of the Light side from the weapon, HK's lightsaber was powered by a Force-imbued crystal. The soldier gave out a surprised gasp of air being knocked from his lungs and he flew through the air as if a mace hit him, the lightsaber used by the machine was a training one, meaning it did not cut through someone like a normal one would but dealt blunt damage instead.

ZZZZZZZZZZZWOOT

The blade disappeared, deactivated, and with it went away the serene aura as HK clipped it back onto his belt. He walked closer to the Sith trooper, the floor creaking beneath him dangerously. The soldier was trying to get up, reaching out for something to pull on, the machine grabbed him by the head and he flailed wildly. HK dragged him across the floor to the wall nearby the wall, throwing him at it in close proximity to smash the Sith's helmeted head against it. It gave out a loud clank and the man was visibly stunned, barely conscious. The droid grabbed him by his shoulder and hip, raising him in the air, the Sith's arm tried to move lazily against the machine's limbs to try and stop HK but to no avail. He was lifted over the armored figure's head as if it was nothing and Aster could witness HK dropping the Sith down while pulling his knee up. There was a loud crunchy, sickly sound as HK broke the man's back over his knee as if it was nothing, the soldier rolled to the ground lifelessly.

He stood there then, looking at Aster for a second in silence before finally speaking up,

"I am the Iron Lord Protector of the Omega Protectorate."

His old grey armor was darkened by blaster scorch marks and stained with blood of the Sith,

"You are safe now."

 

[Kimiko Taiyou]

"And you think I invited him?!" Ki collapsed and began laughing of all things, the wide smile that accompanied it eased the stress and panic that had been with her.

After the fit of laughter, she needed it, she sat up and surveyed their new surroundings.

"Say Kat, I think this ship is empty?"

[member="Kat'Lariah Syphex"]

 

[Kat'Lariah Syphex]

Looking around Kat broke into a broke, "You thinking what I'm thinking?" she asked, looking at the Hapan Kitsune with a devilish grin.

[member="Kimiko"]

 

[Kimiko Taiyou]

Ki hummed her response and sprang to her feet, immediately triggering the motion-activated lighting. Her ears twitched as she listened for any tell-tale sounds of company...nothing. She still retrieved her saber nonetheless without activating it, just in case.

Purple irises fell upon her friend, twinkling with anticipation and her smile adding to her excitement,"To the bridge?"

[member="Kat'Lariah Syphex"]

 

[Kat'Lariah Syphex]

Looking out from the viewing ports Kat could see and equally vulnerable Boneshatter Frigate in the next docking port. A mischievous glint shone in her eyes. "You go, start 'er up and fly her home Ki. Me? I've got a date with a Bone...shatter..." Turning quickly and jogging to the nearest turbolift, Kat exited on the Hangar level.

In front of her lie 2 full squadrons of starfighters. What model, Kat didn't really notice. All she noticed was the open hanger in the adjacent ship. Hopping into one of the starfighters, Kat'Lariah Syphex laughed with reckless abandon as the engines roared to life and shot her into the empty vacuum of space and then the hanger bay of the Boneshatter Frigate. Skidding to an abrupt Kat giggled in excitement. She doubted she'd ever have a chance to do that again!

Moving up the bridge she began preparations to take the newly acquired frigate home.

[member="Kimiko"] [member="Bryce Bantam"]

 

[Isamu Baelor]

Lightning lurched forward, crackling as it streaked through the cold air. Reinhard brought his lightsaber to bear; its red hue illuminating his face. The Sith's attack clashed with the young apprentice's blade, as electricity was consumed by crimson plasma.

The Sith's assault was fleeting, interrupted by the intervention of Reinhard's partner. As Annaliese attempted to choke the life from him, the coward veiled himself in darkness, retreating from sight. His force-signature dimmed, fading into that of the wailing city.

"Annaliese!" Reinhard called out. Though few words spoken, the two formed-up, their backs pressed against each other. A defense against the craven, who stalked them from the shadows. Likely to attempt a strike at their backs, or so they assumed.

"Come, coward." Reinhard beckoned. An attempt to goad the prideful, and blood drunk, Sith. "Or are you so rattled, that you would run, and hide, like a child?"

[member="Annaliese Zambrano"] [member="Darth Abyss"]

 

[Darth Abyss]

A bodiless laugh echoed through the air, Abyss answer to his enemies pathetic attempt to provoke him. Many had made the mistake to assume that he had something inside him that even slightly resembled pride or arrogance. It was followed by silence, silence that was broken once more as the sith spoke, the sound coming from the opposite side of where the laugh had come from.

"You call me a coward, yet neither of you is brave enough to cross your blade with me alone. It is only fair that I called in my most powerful allie. The shadows."

Once again a laugh was heard, and if one was listing closely it would be possible to get a rough idea of the distance and movement of Abyss. Still shrouded in darkness his hand moved on his back, pulling the pin out of one of the grenades hidden there. Another laugh left his lungs, as he made his full circle around the pair. With a swift throw the grenade, filled with a highly toxic nerve gas, was send flying towards both of them, Abyss being visible for a second, more a reflection in the air than anything else.

[member="Reinhard Baelor"] [member="Annaliese Zambrano"]

 

[cheshire_kitty]

Sensing the approach of something hurled in their direction, Annaliese quickly formed a protection bubble around her and her beloved who had positioned himself behind her so that they stood back to back with each other. Gas emerged out of the small vessel surrounding the bubble that protected the pair. "You call yourself a 'Sith,' swine? You can't even hold a candle to my esteemed father. If you are a man, you would fight us head on but I guess you are not half the man my father is," she called to the hooded Sith.

Although Annaliese could not see him, she could sense the presence of the Sith, someone she may have once considered her brethren but those days ended the second Reinhard decided that his allegiance lay with the One Sith no more. Unsure of his exact location, Annaliese telekinetically threw the snow in the vicinity of where she had thought she sensed the Sith's presence and revealed a figure with the snow. Whether or not that figure belonged to the Sith scum who dared attack her beloved was unknown but if it was, Annaliese would not allow him to get away with his pitiful attempt against her beloved.

Staring at a body of one of the Sith's fallen men with full concentration, she flung the body at the figure that had been revealed by the snow. Trash should be dealt with by other trash, Annaliese thought, still annoyed by the hooded figure's cowardly attack on Reinhard. Had his handsome face been marred by the swine's attack, all her self-control would have been lost and she would have shown him the dangers of enraging a Zambrano. Bastard or not, it would not have made for a good day for the Sith swine or his toy soldiers.

[member="Reinhard Baelor"], [member="Darth Abyss"]​

 

[Darth Abyss]

Her esteemed father? He had heard that before, but not by the woman he was fighting right. An old enemy of his always talked about his father who was, according to him, an sith lord powerful beyond anything else in the galaxy. Not that Abyss had ever believed him, he had seen his fair share of lords in his time with the one sith, and while they all had been strong, none of them had been godlike.

"Let me guess, you are the daughter of Carnifex or whatever he calls himself these days. I guess I will keep your head to show it your ... brother? Half brother? Uncle? I really lost track of all you bastards."

The snow revealed his figure, making the cloak he had build around himself redundant. A second later, the hooded figure of the sith knight was openly visible as his crimson red lightsaber cutted the corpse thrown at him in half.

"You want an open fight, than come an take it. One against one, or shall I go back to transcend in the shadows? The choice is yours."

It was an easy way to even out the field. If they would pass, he could still return to the shadows, and take them out from there. If each of them would fight him alone, than he would simply beat them with his skills or outsmart them, depending on the way they would fight.

[member="Annaliese Zambrano"] [member="Reinhard Baelor"]

 

[Kimiko Taiyou]

"K-Kat..." Ki puffed her cheeks and pouted as she watched her companion leave her all alone.

Turning into the silent ship, it took the woman a few minutes to navigate her way to the bridge. She eventually made it, after getting lost more than once, and slid into the pilot's station.

"Now...how do we..." she silently spoke to herself and began the process of warming up the ship's systems,"...remember your classes."

The hull vibrated in it's berth as the reactor hummed to life and the engines began cycling. The woman began the process of getting underway before she glanced up at her catch and let out a long whistle at the long dagger-shaped ship she was in. Wow...

"Razer 4416, you are not scheduled to depart, you are still tethered to Razer 2782, nor are clear on any...HEY! Who are you and how did you-"

She cut the feed and began hurriedly moving along her departure,"And we're going to leave before any unwelcome guests show up."

After several more minutes, the Frigate shuddered free of it's dock and the bow swung towards open space,"Let's get you to your new home Cyaron."

Kimiko hummed happily as the ship maneuvered clear of the many satellites and docks in orbit. She set the rendezvous coordinates into the hyperdrive and jumped clear of the system happy at the helm of her shiny (kind of) new ship, which was consequently towing another unbeknownst to their new owner.

[member="Kat'Lariah Syphex"] [member="Bryce Bantam"]

 

[Aster Rose Baelor]

Aster glared at the man with the barrel of his rifle trained at her head. If she was going to die, she refused to allow the man have the satisfaction of watching her quiver with fear or plead for her life. I’m sorry uncle, she thought as she maintained her stare.

BZZZZZZZZZT

An unfamiliar sound followed by a shiver-white light slicing through the air hit the soldier’s side through the doorway, disabling him. Although she did not understand why a serene sensation filled the teenager despite glaring at her would be murderer only moments before. Scared, Aster could only watch in silence as the droid violently dealt with the assailant.

Despite being in a state of shock, she managed a stern expression one reminiscent of her uncle’s when the droid finally spoke. "I am the Iron Lord Protector of the Omega Protectorate. You are safe now."

As a loss for words, Aster stared at the droid in silence for a minute or two. “Thank you,” she replied simply and stood up. “I assume you are here to assist the Chiss against the Sith?” she asked and examined her saviour.

[member="HK-36"]​

 

[HK-36]

Allies: [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"], [member="Aster Rose Baelor"], The Iron Empire
Enemies: Sith
Objective: Mop up
Location: Surface; villages raided by Sith, even closer to the capital now

“I assume you are here to assist the Chiss against the Sith?”

The droid looked over his own armor, still smeared with the Sith blood,

"No, squeezing blood out of their corpses is merely a fashion statement."

HK quipped in response to Aster, stepping closer towards the window, sticking to the wall to only glance out of it without giving his position away. There were footsteps outside and the machine noticed a Sith deathsquad closing in on the building, the droid's dramatic entrance must have attracted attention from what remained of the Sith troops.

"We may need to continue this conversation later, the last of Sith soldiers are closing in on us. My troops will be landing nearby soon, we just have to break through the Sith ranks."

Reaching down to the Sith trooper the machine would take his rifle and rip off the soldier's armored chestplate, pulling off a grey tablecloth from a nearby table. He would move closer to Aster,

"I will go first, I need you to cover me, make sure nobody will sneak up on me."

Unless Aster was able to get away quickly enough, the droid would put the armored chestplate on her to protect her, handing her the Sith rifle as well,

"By the power vested in me through the beings of Abregado system, I hereby make you a Greycloak, protectors of the people and my honor guard."

The machine would jam the material into the chestplate's pauldrons, making a makeshift grey cloak out of the table cloth.

"Tell me, do you sing? Your answer does not really matter, there will be singing any way, a song from Corellian farmlands."

At least he was honest! Either way, the droid moved over to the doorway of the building, armored plates of his vambrace splitting aside as a dual barrel of a built in repeater extended out from his arm, his other hand armed itself with his lightsaber, he looked to Aster to see if she was ready.

Again, whether she was ready or not did not matter much to the machine, the deathsquad troops were almost at their steps, so suddenly the door would slam ajar once more, this time kicked open by the machine from inside,

"Out here in the fields, I farm for my meals, I put my back into my living!"

The droid bellowed out in the Corellian verses at the Sith as his left arm extended out, the barrels lighting up in red flashes as he begun spewing out rain of hot plasma upon the foes, tracking his targets and the weak points within their armor using his trajectory calculating protocols to increase the efficiency of his repeater, his other hand pressed on the lightsaber's ignition button once more, the hilt erupting with the white light of its Force-imbued blade to create a shield between the Sith and Aster as the droid adamantly pushed out against the deathsquad remnants.

"I don't need to fight, to prove I'm right, I don't need to be a hero!"

The irony of the lyrics was not lost on the droid