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by Sarrin » Sat Feb 08, 2020 2:44 am
by Greater Persian State » Sat Feb 08, 2020 9:47 am
Message acknowledged and relayed as needed STOP. Maintain assignment unless compromised STOP. Further intelligence on Seperatist presence required STOP. Without risking exposure ascertain the following DASH Enemy base location STOP. Total enemy troop strength STOP. Total enemy naval strength STOP. Presence of further enemy officers including high value commanders STOP. DASH Beware Super Tactical Droid capable of advanced logic, social and other cognitive functions in addition to strategic capabilities STOP. Update Listening Post within 48 hours STOP.
by Charlemagna » Mon Feb 10, 2020 1:48 pm
by Puertollano » Tue Feb 11, 2020 1:35 am
Greater Persian State wrote:
"Commander, sir-sorry ma'am, is that it?" He smiled as he took a seat in a nearby seat. "Sorry, just got some rest. You deserve to be heard out proper, I just needed to sleep. What are the conditions of your ship purchasing deal, I just thought I should hear you out, a top droid like yourself." Vas hung his bag on his seat and quickly motioned for a drink quietly. As it was noticed he said audibly, "perhaps something a bit harder this time, thanks."
by Greater Persian State » Tue Feb 11, 2020 3:11 pm
by Cheye » Thu Feb 13, 2020 11:51 am
Puertollano wrote:Gehena interjected. "Neutrality is a flawed concept, is it not? With the Galactic Republic breathing down the necks of the Outer Rim, the movement for galactic independence and self-determination has never been greater. What I am offering you is an agreement in which both parties are thoroughly compensated." She paused. Her dialogue processors spinned, instead, Gehena offered a new deal.
"Let me present with you a new arrangement, one that may be very fitting. Your Station helps with the repairs of the Munificent-class Frigate, and we will be fully-willing to allow your use of the Frigate itself. So long as my remaining droid forces can activate the communication to the Separatist Council for them to organise and evacuation of our forces. I believe this deal is highly generous, a Station with the arsenal of a weapon of war is unprecedented, the weapons of the Frigate (that are undamaged) are of a war-quality. With the fire-power of a Frigate, you could, and this is up to your own discretion, assert the independence of your Station with force. I don't suppose the Hutt Cartel are good land-lords?"
Puertollano wrote:She turned back to Nat Sadaar. "Clankers is a very derogatory term," the Super Tactical Droid said, quite unpleased. "But we would be thankful for support, by B-2 units here need to be recharged and may need diagnostic checks."
Sarrin wrote:Razius paused focusing his eye and recording the words coming from the pantoran's mouth. 'Neutered Station'. Razius wasn't neutered. Razius needed those parts.
He scampered past jumping onto a bar stool and up to the bar to see a droids serving drinks. Razius needed a drink. Razius wasn't neutered. Razius would sire many. He reached under the counter and grabbed a bottle...
Derika wrote:"Bartender, give me a drink. Your choice."
by Greater Persian State » Thu Feb 13, 2020 2:08 pm
by Puertollano » Thu Feb 13, 2020 3:52 pm
Cheye wrote:Natalya Sadaar - The Cantina
Nat relaxed slightly in her seat, a thin blue smile crossing her lips as the droid boldly declared its intention to offer her the frigate. As her eyes settled on an unfamiliar Kowakian Monkey-Lizard that was looking around the bar curiously, before it scampered past towards the bar. She didn’t pay it much mind, instead her thoughts raced at the possibilities of what she could do with a warship.
The droid thought she might wish to use it against the Hutts. That was cute. She had made more money for the Hutts over the years than most girls her age could have ever dreamed of making, and although they’d been disappointed to lose her as their asset in the casinos when she’d won this scrap-heap and put her plans in place to leave, they were still flush with enough credits to see her as a useful ally. No, it wasn’t the Hutts she envisioned using a personal battle cruiser against…
Her smile widened as she imagined the look on Sianni’s face too. With Orondia Station as a base, and her with the means to defend it properly, his little operation would stand to benefit as well, and it was his operation that was currently funding her station renovations.
“Your B2s will find charging stations on the main concourse outside the cantina.” She gestured to Grish and Grak who hovered nervously nearby still. “Our erstwhile security officers will ensure they are not interfered with should you wish to leave them there.”
She smirked as the Mon Calamari she had spoken too earlier entered and said something to catch Gehena’s attention, the tactical droid’s head swivelling around before she told Static to tab the alien’s drinks to her. That clanker evidently knew how to win friends. Clever.
“As for your offer.” Nat turned her smile to Gehena, once the droid had turned back. “I would be happy to accept those terms. Your ship, in return for help getting it fixed and getting you evacuated.” She rose from her seat, her hand finally rising from her holster as she lifted it towards the droid, a little unsure whether the mechanoid would understand the gesture and respond by shaking her hand… “It’s in our interest to do this quickly though, we wouldn’t want the Republic to find out we were helping you, now would we?”
Greater Persian State wrote:Orondia
Urchuln Vas's eyes bounced in different directions around his two eyes. His mouth slobbered open and closed up with an emphatic THWAP. He knocked over another cup, his fourth so far. His feet kicked around lazily and he routinely toppled over in his chair. Just to get up and put it back. He was drunk, quite drunk. Some time had passed as the night shift continued.
Well, at least that's what he hoped everyone else thought. With drink dripping down his chin, it certainly appeared so. But he was exaggerating. He needed an excuse to get back to his ship soon. Given what he'd just heard, there wasn't much time to act. Urchuln got up and went up the bar. He wiped himself off, and cleaned himself up. A bit clumsily to stay in the act. He spoke to Nat,
"Thanks for tha drank. The drink the drink. That clanker sure knows how ta spend. Ahaha." His laugh was sleepy and silly.
"I've wasted time. Imma, Imma gone up for the daaay shift. Yep, I'll be reaaddyyy. You betchaaa." He straightened himself up.
by Greater Persian State » Thu Feb 13, 2020 6:28 pm
by Greater Persian State » Thu Feb 13, 2020 6:28 pm
Enemy asset conducting arrangement with local proprietor STOP Proprietor exchanging repairs for an entire Munificent class star cruiser STOP Asset possesses one such ship STOP Do not believe asset possesses another ship or reinforcements at this time STOP Asset to request reinforcement from CIS command once repairs are complete STOP Speed critical STOP Cover secure STOP
by Puertollano » Thu Feb 13, 2020 9:44 pm
Greater Persian State wrote:Orondia
Urchuln waddled back a bit as the Droid blocked his path. His mind raced, and he stammered out words. Perhaps dropping the act a bit, more nervous than drunk.
"Look, look, that-that-doesn't make sense. It-it dooesssn't add up. If you want compensation...I can't compensate. I still wanna...hear out about the ship selling. I don't know. It's time to turn in anyways. Iaahaa, I did not get enough rest. Imma, imma gone pass out soon. I need to go aaaa thanks for the drink?" Urchuln awkwardly slowly sidestepped around the droid and tripped his away out of the cantina.
by Pax Nerdvana » Fri Feb 14, 2020 9:03 am
Cheye wrote:Natalya Sadaar - The CantinaPuertollano wrote:Gehena turned to the blue woman. At first, she was reluctant to believe that she was the owner of the Station. However, it was the Outer Rim, and anything was possible out there. Gehena trudged forwards, her B-2's in toe following behind. She analysed the others sitting in the booth, nothing to be too concerned about, yet. Her defensive protocols picked up the gun resting in the hand of the blue female, but Gehena decided not to think too much about it. The probability was too low - her logic processors assumed the proprietor of a Station like this wouldn't shoot their customers on sight.
"Greetings, Nat Sadaar. I am Gehena, Super Tactical Battle Droid and Captain in the Navy of the Confederacy of Independent Systems. My frigate had a mechanical malfunction, causing it to crash land on Orondia. I am highly interested in paying for all possible labour and parts that exist at your station. Once the frigate is repaired, the Confederacy will be willing to pay you handsomely. "
Nat blinked repeatedly. The droid’s voice echoing in her mind; ‘The Confederacy will be willing to pay you handsomely.’
Not even the end of day one and she had already landed an opportunity to make some credits. What was it Sianni had quiped to her when he had last done business with the Separatists? ‘Desperate marks part with greater sums of credits’ or something like that, and half the galaxy knew the CIS were getting desperate now. That was why they’d attacked Coruscant.
“We’re a neutral port out here, droi-.” She caught herself and corrected; “-Gehena, and for sufficient compensation, we would be happy to provide what assistance we can with your repairs.” Nat mused for a moment, looking back to the self-confessed former Jedi who she had been speaking with before the Super Tactical Droid approached. “In fact, I believe my new friend here was just talking about finding some work, either here at the station or with you clankers, perhaps she might be inclined to offer you some manpower?”
Nat didn’t wait for Nivea to respond before she turned back to the droid and added; “Of course, we might also be able to provide parts and the like when our mechanic gets back and unlocks his shop down in the basement, if he isn’t back soon I’m sure Chief Udamos will be able to unlock his workshop in the morning.”
“And how about yourselves?...” She glanced over the three droids, examining their condition. “If you require any maintenance or oil baths, we can probably accommodate that as well?” She smiled, trying to be friendly, although throughout the conversation her hand never once moved from her holster.
Across the CantinaPax Nerdvana wrote:Dak studied the Quarren, glanced at Jes, who gave a slight, barely visible nod. They drained their drinks, and Dak said,"We'd like to look at the cargo. They both stood up at roughly the same time. Dak thought something might be up with the Quarren, but they needed that cargo. He hoped to Space that it wasn't spice.
The Quarren nodded and gestured quickly past the seperatist droids towards the door to the main concourse. “Let's go!” He hissed, gliding out and beckoning them to follow.
Once out of the cantina, he turned towards the nearby turbolift as a Kowakian Monkey-Lizard scuttled by, heading towards the cantina. Once Dak and Jes were with him, he entered the lift, the three of them taking it down to the hangar level, before the Quarren guided them along the long deserted corridor that led under the main station concourse. There were several large locked doorways to multiple hangar bays, and the Quarren made a beeline for one at the far end of the hall.
“They put my cargo in here when we landed.” The Quarren explained back over his shoulder as they neared the far hangar door. He keyed a code and the large bay door hissed open, the hangar beyond was dingy and poorly-lit, revealing little of its contents to those outside.
“After you.” The Quarren hissed, gesturing them inside as he hovered by the door...
Outside - The MantisDerika wrote:"I believe he's at his station now." Liehiry responded confidently.
The Gigoran smiled, somewhat relieved, although he clearly expected Kidern to be with Liehiry, he didn’t seem too worried about that answer.
“Of course.” His voice box answered robotically as his native language growled beneath it. “Kidern’s datapad did say that he was taking his speeder, so I assume he will be returning with it separately.”
The Gigoran paused for a moment, thinking.
“In that case, I’m sure he will be back before tomorrow. Chief Udamos instructed me to tell you that a room has been prepared for you on the Upper Concourse, should you require a change of quarters from your ship. Feel free to get some rest and I am sure he and Kidern Karak will come and find you tomorrow to discuss your reward and offer of further employment at the station. I think the new owner is keeping the cantina open late tonight if you require a meal as well, on us.”
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Toydaria Lunar Station - Republic Listening Post
“Captain Cipher, sir I think you should take a look at this.” The uniformed clone’s voice was gruff, but otherwise gave away little.
The commanding officer, who unlike those clones monitoring comms wore a set of ARC trooper armour, minus the helmet, and said nothing in response. He merely extended his hand to take the datapad before turning to glance through the viewport at the dark starfield and green orb of the planet Toydarria that hung in the sky above, before sighing and taking a moment to prepare himself mentally for what would undoubtedly be his next headache.
Being stationed away from the frontline, in what was officially Hutt space, would be a difficult posting for any clone, but operating a listening post out here was even worse. What really stung was that this assignment had actually been presented as an overdue promotion for his long record of service, when in reality it was because Cipher had wound up somebody further up the pecking order.
Now his distinguished service as a much-envied ARC Trooper with the Grand Army of the Republic had been reduced to spying on communications between the various Hutt gangs and monitoring the movements of syndicate bosses and pirate lords who were of interest to the republic. Now the Outer Rim Sieges were in full swing, there was little left in the way of actual war going on in this part of the galaxy, and Cipher resenting the fact that he was stuck here while his brothers across the stars were on the verge of victory.
He shook his head, there was no use dwelling on his misfortune. He was still loyal to the Republic, and he had a job to do. He read over the communication, noting that it was from their alien asset way out on Orondia. Perhaps that was the one worst place you could be assigned than here? Cipher smirked as he began to read.Greater Persian State wrote:
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Super Tactical Droid on site with battle droids STOP Cover secure do not abort or recover STOP Job secured as mechanic STOP Possible Separatist forces nearby STOP Guidance Requested STOP
Cipher’s eyes widened as he read over the message again; ‘Possible Seperatist forces nearby’ jumped out at him, as did the words; ‘Super Tactical Droid’.
He turned back to the clone comms officer who had given him the message; “Interesting…” He said aloud.
His mind raced with questions. Did the Hutts know there was such a powerful Seperatist asset in their space? How secret was their presence there? How large? Then Cipher collected himself and remembered he was just in charge of the Listening Post, not the whole Outer Rim. His duty was to answer one question and one question only, and that was who to send this intelligence on to.
“Clankers on Orondia of all places, who should we pass this on to, sir?” The comms officer’s words echoed Cipher’s thoughts.
The Captain stroked his neatly shaved chin thoughtfully; “It’s an Intelligence operation, but protocol is to alert nearby republic forces, whose unit is closest?”
“General Vos’s men.” Another clone comms officer answered from a nearby console. “They’ve recently taken Saleucami and have moved to Boz Pity, they’re the closest Republic forces to the area by any measure, sir.”
“They’ve got a planetary invasion to conduct... We’ll still need to pass the message along in case that Super Tactical Droid shows up, but orders from Republic Intelligence are not to bother them unnecessarily about this asset, I think they're phasing him out..." Like me, Cipher's inner voice taunted. "...Anyway, knowing them they’ll want more intel regardless. I think we should encourage him to get us some more information, both for Intelligence, and for Vos’s boys in case they get roped into this...”
Both uniformed clones nodded in agreement. It wasn't strictly speaking their job, but they all knew it was their duty.
“Send back the following.” Cipher instructed and began to pace as he dictated his message aloud...
“Message acknowledged and relayed as needed STOP. Maintain assignment unless compromised STOP. Further intelligence on Seperatist presence required STOP. Without risking exposure ascertain the following DASH Enemy base location STOP. Total enemy troop strength STOP. Total enemy naval strength STOP. Presence of further enemy officers including high value commanders STOP. DASH Beware Super Tactical Droid capable of advanced logic, social and other cognitive functions in addition to strategic capabilities STOP. Update Listening Post within 48 hours STOP."
by Greater Persian State » Fri Feb 14, 2020 8:12 pm
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