Five Years Ago...
Area #201, Toxic Wastes of Chelert
Vulpter
Area #201, Toxic Wastes of Chelert
Vulpter
Swirls of oddly-coloured mists huddled across Mackjo environmental suit as the brawny Yaka effortlessly remove a large rusty piece, followed by several barrels of toxic wastes, "Are you sure it's here?"
"We're confident that it is here Mr. Mackjo, if it's what like the Selonian told us. And watch where you throw that barrel Sir, it's full of oxidizing agents." His partner, an Arakydian-built hazardous environment droid rapidly flinches from the rolling barrels which proceed to break upon a nearby wall and apparently dissolving the duracrete in violent hiss of grey and green.
The Yaka continues to stretch his oversized arms, clad in supporting exeskeleton to remove yet another round of debris from the trash mountain, "This is computationally pointless. Why do we need to exfoliate all this trash? It's all refuse and more non-recyclable materials."
"Statistically speaking, it's because this place is a dump that we need to search here. Vulpter is intragalactically recognized as the refuse hole of the Galaxy, Mr. Mackjo. Do you know of the Human phrasing of a being's refuse is another being's crown?" The bulky droid then decided to join his uncoordinated search, by manipulating some of the trash with its many limbs and et certera.
Felt challenged by the droid, Mackjo start to remove increasingly larger debris "Another being's nourishment or resources, not crown."
"We stand corrected then, Mr. Mackjo. You may want to smack that critter." As soon as the heavy duty droid finished talking, a large poisonous centipede then erupted from the trash, confronting the duo.
Its sudden appearance however was short lived; Mackjo squarely aimed upon the creature's wobbling head and launched a broken duracrete pillar to the said position, "Great. I thought you have computed for these anomalies."
The creature ferocity however continues, as indicated by rise of its multiple razor sharp legs from the surrounding trash. Mackjo quickly take the initiative upon a split of second analyzing the creature and launched the embrace of his enhanced power grip to one of the sections of the beast. Multiple searing whites then emanate from his augmented arm, vapourizing on what seemed a second head of the crawling arachnid, which sent its leftover body retreating in uncontrollable spasms. Just before Mackjo aimed his left hand to the escaping creature, his companion opened fire, dousing the hapless creature in incendiary plasma, setting it alight and other combustibles in the area.
"Is this within your calculations?" The Yaka being quickly shrugged tongues of flames caused by the droid attack while clearly expressing contempt to its latest action.
The droid, built to withstand the harshest environment imaginable however ignored his malice and the burning trash on its feet, "Nothing mathematically impossible, Sir. We have found the said object."
"Intriguing way of doing things, Droid. Remind me to check your memory cycles later." The Yaka then grabbed a large corroded plate of quadanium amidst fiery smokes that are filling the already heavy and polluted air, setting off a small trash avalanche to the side of their position.
The droid followed suit, by removing increasingly larger debris from what seems like a solid monument buried underneath tonnes of wastes, "It will be in our pleasure, Sir. We're built to serve."
Their action is then followed by a small formation of Vulpterian flash storm due to thermal updraft caused by the earlier fire. Unlike other planets in the Galaxy, even the rain of Vulpter is incredibly harsh to majority of beings, readily corroding anything that is not sufficiently protected from its vicious nature. One by one, thick and puke coloured condensates start to fall from the skies above them, extinguishing the fire and dissolving lesser trashes.
This in turn triggered yet another trash landslide, finally revealing a tip of the said monument detected by Mackjo's companion in its rustic glory, amongst Galaxy-wide selection of trashes in the background that originated from Deep Core and out to Outer Rim. The Yaka then carefully brushes a small plate of the monument as revealed by the corrosive rain while being watched by his companion droid.
"Verification complete. It's indeed the hyperspace conveyor we're been searching for. Who built you, droid?" Mackjo slightly glances toward the droid while keeping his composite radiation sensor on his left eye trained on worn-out arubesh on the plate.
As the droid shifted its two tonnes of metallic weight closer to the Yaka, an Arakydian starship then appeared over their position, illuminating the area with thin cones of light, "Give it a guess, Sir. Who else could be making Us to what we are?"
"I think I can analyze that. You're built by one of the subsidiaries right? That verified mathematicst Givin. Your style is paternally similar, no further logic could be extrapolated." The Yaka proceed to brush leftover trash that cluttered the monument plate while noting numerous dropships detaching from the Arakdyian starship high in the atmosphere.
The droid continue to respond to the Yaka while delivering relevant information to the recently deployed Combine reclamation teams, "That is correct, Sir. We hold high regards of your high order logic capability."
Present Time...
Arakyd-Geonosian Industrial Combine Delegation
Polis Massa System
Arakyd-Geonosian Industrial Combine Delegation
Polis Massa System
Beyond the wash of stellar radiation emanating from the central loci of Polis Massa lies a single curved shadow and additional ghastly apparations from the very edge of the system. The shadow then finally emerges from the stellar void of space, shedding its outerclad formless form into a physical thought as defined by the Great Lava Forges of Mechis III. This form then transfigured into a distinctive shape seen nowhere else in the Galaxy apart from an eventuality in the Tython System. Streaks of Geonosian, Givin and Yaka influences adorned the shape, being no other than an Arakydian Great Maker, summoned by the highest command of the Combine for the discretion of their latest customer, the New Terminus Conglomerate.
Unlike its brethren that was sent to Tython System, the Great Maker that have graced its presence in Polis Massa is a harmony of Givin mathematical wonder, quasi-flexibilities of Geonosians and all-encompassing robustness of Yaka. Its seven massive clustered thrusters then glowed in whitish-brown ferocity, propelling the three kilometer space object to a designated point while the Half Guard attendees of the Great Maker start to gradually part their trajectories from itself. While the Great Maker continues to accelerate, the aforementioned Arakydian starships finally initiated a burst of subspace communications to nearby Conglomerate space assets, announcing their presence and intention as instructed by the Combine.