Children of Purity (FT; Open)

[Clamparapa]

Things went according to plan: The ships escorting the massive colony ship, Laurentian, peeled away and began maneuvers back to the wormhole to receive the next ship. This escorting routine had been continued with relative ease and enjoyment by the military vessels, a nice change to the running away the Stations Alliance was used to. Always disengaging from the colony ships about 10 minutes out, sub-light, (with a further escort of frigates and a destroyer) the vessels of the Guard were enjoying their job. Nothing tragic or horrible had happened while they were escorting the civvies; the Guard ships were far too powerful for that.

Carrying thousands of colonists, ready to start a brand new life on New Haven, the Laurentian started her ten minute crawl towards the planet that was slowly becoming larger. This gigantic ship was a unique ship within the Stations Alliance civilian population. A government-issued ship, it could carry up to 500,000 colonists to their new homes on New Haven. The trip was always uneventful and no sign of any forms of enemies had been sighted on any of these trips. Things always seem to happen when they are unexpected, no?

A small detachment of marines was onboard the ship, although it only comprised about 500 soldiers or so, showing the lax in security and the unguarded nature of the Guard after being blessed with so many uneventful journeys. This whole mindset would change in the coming seconds after the last long-range escort ships activated their Light Drives and exited the area. It happened almost simultaneously:

The destroyer's AI, that controlled much of its functions and abilities, accessed an executable, placed there with sinister intentions. A highly sophisticated virus infected the AI, that proceeded to bring the ship's small-scale GAC to full power. Much of the crew had no idea what was happening; the gun was warming up, preparing a fire sequence! Techs rushed to disengage it, but it was all in vain; the ships cannon whirred, loosing 3 deadly rounds, in quick succession, at one of the frigates. The frigate had no way of knowing what was happening as the rounds exploded on the hull, one penetrating deep enough to hit the fusion reactor of the ship. It lighted up like a light bulb and disappeared.

Along with the attack on the outside, the interior of the colony ship was under siege. The marine barracks, where many of the marines were sleeping, after a long journey's work, became devoid of any life when the place was vented by an unknown party. About 85% of the military personnel onboard the colony ship never knew what happened as the life was literally sucked out of them. Of course, heavy blast doors sealed off the rest of the ship as the massive surge of air flowed out of the ship, though everyone knew that something extremely terrible had just happened. The colony ship buckled under the immense loss of oxygen but held together enough to stabilize.

As all this was happening, a third wave of attacks took place. The command deck was assaulted by armed assailants, quickly killing the marines and taking the civilian techs hostage. In an incredibly planned out and impressive attack, the colony ship had just been taken over, with the escorts either wiped out or taken over. One frigate remained, being on the other side of the colony ship from the destroyer and was at least saved for a few minutes. It had witnessed the destruction of its sister ships and was now attempting radio contact with any other ships in the vicinity. It let loose a priority one message amongst the stars, hoping that someone would pick it up. It just so happened that as soon as it had let loose the message, the destroyer was suddenly maneuvering in front of it; the frigate never had a chance...

This is the Stations Alliance CNG Frigate Harmony to any ships in the area. Unknown attacks upon escort ships of colony vessel have begun.

Unknown attackers.

Colony ship is in danger, repeat: the lives of hundreds of thousands of innocent people are at risk.

[F799]

In the neighboring system the massive 17 km super star destroyer class warship Violent Peace under the command of Commander J. Kindred was on routine patrol, ensuring the safety of a little known hyperspace route often used by F799 Syndicate smugglers.

Quickly and suddenly the distress signal from the Harony was picked up:

This is the Stations Alliance CNG Frigate Harmony to any ships in the area. Unknown attacks upon escort ships of colony vessel have begun.Unknown attackers.Colony ship is i . . . . . . .*static*

Kindred, being the commanding officer of the bridge, in fact he was the sole controller of the entire ship. THe remaining crewmen aboard the bridge were simply robotic replacements designed to fool those with whom the commander spoke into thinking that the ship was fully staffed and commanded, when in actuality, Kindred was "alone" amongst the stars. Quickly he was able to recieve and analyize the message, no matter what he did he was unable to discern the last part of the message. More likely than not a massive and brief surge in energy output had hopelessly garbled the remainder of the transmission. Always on the lookout for new property to be claimed for The Syndicate, Kindred realized that the colony ships would prove excellent sources of the raw materials needed by his people, and if not them, the attackers would more likely than not, havng taken on what could only be discerned as a full military escort of a civilian ship, one that to his best judgement was most likely laden down with thousands, if not hundreds of thousands of civilian lives, something most governments in the galaxy strove to protect heavily.

With a quick calculation the Violent Peace lept into hyperspace, falling out of it again within minutes as it reached its nearby destination. When it fell into real space once again Kindred was immediately confused. There appeared to be no other vessels in the system. Scans indicated some small shrapnel and wreckage, but nothing to indicate a massive battle had taken place. There were no ships docked at the obviously damaged colony ship. This quite confused the Commander, normal rules of engagement would have the victors looting the ship, and had the attackers lost to such a lightly armed colony vessel, they were nothing anyway, but the shrapnel is what really threw Kindred, there simply was just not enough to constitute any sort of space battle had occured, save for the rarity that vaporization weapons were ALL that had been utelized, which was very doubtful, given the standard of the colony ship in front of him.

The Violent Peace for all practical purposes looked like a super star destroyer, however the similarities ended there. This ship had no discernable weapon mounts of any kind, nor did it have any obvious array of shields, but nevertheless the shields aboard the ship were giving off enough energy to dim even the brightest star in the surrounding systems in power output. This ship was practically a metallic ball of energy. Dotted across the ships hull were 200 tractor/repulsor beam mounts, and in the back were the standard-esque engines carried by a capital warship, but other than that the ship was an oddity all its own.

Kindred, aboard the bridge with his pseudo-crew quickly dispatched a brief message to the Laurentian, wary of opening up full communications with an unknow vessel and cuatious that it may be some sort of trap to lure in larger more profitabble, albeit heavier armed-supposedly, targets. Kindred would have none of that. The short burst of message contained the following trascript in galactic basic:

Hail Colony Vessl Laurentian
We are responding to a distress call placed on your behalf by what can only be surmised as one of your allied vessels that has now either left the system or been destroyed. What is your status? Do you require assistance?

[Order of the Light-]

Vrijheid Republic Attack Cruiser Reliant

A few light-years away, the Reliant slipped through space, flanked by a pair of Acclamator Assault ships. Following the Senate's decision, this trio of ships were one of the first to be out so far away from republic space. The large Venator led it's two smaller escorts through an asteroid field that they were forced to traverse. Space was lit up as the three ships fired occasionally at the larger asteroids that could damage their shields.

Standing on the Bridge of the Reliant was Jedi Knight Relo Omanio, and her padawan Akosa. The Human Jedi looked down at heir Twi'Lek Padawan with something bordering on affection. She had been her Padawan for nearly eight years now, and Relo had watched her grow up, and felt extremly like a mother, but in a good way. She had tutored her Padawan in the way's of the force, but also in her life, growing up as a Teenager was hard enough, but for a Jedi, it was even harder due to the restrictions imposed by the order. Although the council permitted it's Jedi to have romantic relationships, as they felt that love was a natural side effect of compassion, and that to attempt to prevent it would only cause un-needed hardship on the Jedi. Relo smiled slightly as she looked back up and out the main window at the front of the bridge, Akosa would be ready for the trials soon, and her task would be done, even if that success was bittersweet.

Relo's nostalgia was interuppted by yet another blast from the Reliant's forward most turbolaser. The Venator-Class was the most advanced in the fleet, there had been suggestions of a larger design, but in the end, upgrades of the extremly flexiable Attack cruiser had won the day. After all, As a popular multi-role warship of the Republic Navy, the Venator was considered heavily armed and armored enough to lead assaults planets, as well as fast enough to chase down blockade runners. Her attention was distracted again when the communication station to her right chirped and she followed the ships Commanding Officer; Captain Uliy.
"Report Captain" The Jedi requested polietly.
The Captain nodded.
"We've detected a distress call, four point three lightyears away, they claim to be some sort of Colony ship under attack" Uliy replied.
"Lets go and take a look then" Relo commented. Uliy nodded and moved to make the orders.

Ten minutes later, the Trio of ships emerged from hyperspace, shields raised and weapons fully armed. After all, they were responding to a distress call. The ships sizeable fighter complement was prepped in the main hanger, in case they were needed. For now the three ships hanged back. This was due to the way that the ship could deploy it's complement quickly. In addition to a standard ventral hangar bay, the bow of a Venator could open up to reveal a half kilometer long dorsal flight deck. This flight deck enabled the Venator-class to rapidly launch hundreds of fighters. However, the slow opening and closing of the armored bow doors could leave the ship extremely vulnerable, hence why it held back, and the two escorts moved forward to provide cover. Before giving the order to launch, Relo got on the comms as the Captain took the command side of things, she took the diplomatic.

"Attention ship in distress, this is the Vrijheid Republic Attack Cruiser Reliant, we are responding to a distress call from this location, please state your emergency."

[Clamparapa]

The ships that had just arrived were easily dwarfed in size by the immense colony ship. At least 60 km long, the cylindrical ship had two rotating sections, each about 30 km long; one rotated clockwise, the other counter-clockwise. Indeed the ship was unarmed; however, it would take considerable firepower to destroy the ship. Although the colonists knew something had happened, that's all they knew; the captain had been reassuring them that the frigates had been hijacked and the destroyer had performed beautifully in its defense. Of course, what he didn't tell the civilians over the comm network was that an Alliance A-2 assault rifle was being pressed against his back, the old relic of a gun still having enough firepower to kill any man in a short burst. Of course, there were still marines onboard, but they had about as much idea as the colonists did as to what was going on. People nearer to the barracks had heard a rushing wind, then the crash of the heavy blast doors, and then silence. It wasn't like the marines to be silent; they were an extremely noisy bunch. Those closer to the command deck had heard screams and gunfire coming from the area. One such colonist, a girl by the name of Taleeya, was, surprisingly, the only one who had seen anything. Coming back from her friend's house, she was lucky enough to hear the rapid stomping of combat boots rushing her way before they could see her. She managed to hide and witnessed a large number of non-military personnel charging for the command deck. She followed at a distance and had seen the gunning down of several marines, people she had met before. Immediately, she began to wonder if she would die with everyone else here.

Managing to make it back to her "shelter", where her brother was sitting, watching the broadcasting set, she tried to tell the 33 year old marine that something terrible had happened. Looking at his 15 year old sister, and knowing she sometimes had a wild imagination he chuckled. "Getting adventurous, are we now?" She stared at him with that piercing glance she gave only when she was peeved; her brother finally gave in. "Ok, look. If you saw something up there, go to the radio and make a call to the Captain; I'm sure he'll know exactly what happened." The radio! Of course, calling the Captain would have alerted any hostiles there that there was a witness and she would be killed for sure; however, Taleeya was a smart girl. She had been able to rig her radio for FTL communications with the outside. If anyone was out there, she could contact them and give them info. It would take at least a half hour, standard, to set it up, so she got down to it.

The ship was silent for several minutes. Whoever was out there couldn't tell if the colony ship was inhabited or if everyone onboard was dead. Finally, something came:

OUTGOING MESSAGE TO ARRIVING CRAFT

This is the Children of Purity Liberation Front.

We have taken complete and total control of this ship.

Any attempt to retake it will be met with the most severe consequences.

Any attempt to destroy this ship will be met with the death of hundreds of thousands of innocent colonists.

After that, communication ceased for a few more minutes. One word was then uttered to the ships.

Leave.

[Order of the Light-]

Vrijheid Republic Attack Cruiser Reliant

With that responce, Relo and Askoa turned on their heels and left the bridge. The Captain figured out what they were doing and sent the needed orders down to the hanger deck. The two Jedi walked through the ship, the Ships crew, and various Republic Troopers in their Ubiqitous armour made way for the Jedi as they headed for the hangers, at the oppisate end of the ship. Their two Delta-7 Starfighters, were perfectly suited for this task. A combination of Stealth-Tech built into the fighters, and the pilots use of the force, they should be able to reach the hostage ship without being detected.

So it was that four minutes later, the two Jedi starfighters slipped from underneath the hull of the Reliant and began their approach. Behind them the three Republic ships began to turn around out-system, making it appear like the three ships had decided they had little choice. In reality they had just deployed one of their most deadlist weapons, a pair of Jedi.

[F799]

Commander Kindred read the message in disgust. He himself a member of one of the galaxy's most powerful criminal organizations he often had a certain respect for other criminals, but to threaten the lives of countless millions, organic as they may be, was certainly along the lines of deranges lunatics, who would no doubtedly carry out their threats if pushed.

The Violent Peace being such a massive ship and carrying such a large energy reading wa a virtual unpenatrable fortress, but all this came at a cost; with so much power running over and through her she could not cloak as the energy reading would give away their position in a matter of moments.

Scans indicated that the three jedi vessels had left the system, eavling behind two smaller craft that almost immediately blinked from the radar. Kindred smiled when he saw this, the jedi, though no friend of his, wee sure to lend aid to to the people entrapped in the colony ship. This afforded Kindred the opportunity to carry on with his initial idea, somewhat along the smae lines as the jedi, he assumed, but completely different nevertheless.

Making his way through the ship as hallways almost miraculously opened and closed in front and behind him, he made his way to the very tip of the ship. Here he was totally encased in the material the entire ship seemed to be composed of. A small slab not much larger than a man, was such a nonthreat that most scans would not even pick it up, much less note it as anything deserving observation.

Quickly and unnoticingly Kindred, once a special forces officer before joining The Syndicate, safely cocooned in his metallic structure, was jettisonned from the very bow of the ship, just before it too jumped to hypserspace, returning to it's previous location only mere minutes away.

The power of the launch hurtled kindred through space quickly, and having arrived so closely to the colony ship orignially, his cocoon collided with it's outer hull within minutes. Instead of impacting however, the cocoon simply folded in on itself. taking in any energy it could from shields and the like, and becoming a much smaller denser mettalic blob, Kindred was not there. Soon enough the metallic blob rearranged itself into approximately 19 blocky spiderlike droids of sorts and one larger concoction that simply sat on the surface absorbing any shielding and energy in the area. The smaller creatures began spraying down the mettalic plating covering the ship and breaking the metals down and carrying them to the immobile object. They worked quickly and tirelessly, and within minutes more had begun making a sizeable blemish on the crafts outer hull, all the while the conconction spat out 4 more identical spier droids who joined the ret in attacking the hull withut ceasing.

Kindred, meanwhile, had almost immediately found the smallest of cell-sized cracks between plating and taking advantage his unique physiology slipped through them until he himself had worked his way into the inner bowels of the ship, and eventually came out and reformed as himself a shorter aged man with black hair and a black uniform standing in the middle of the hallway.

[Clamparapa]

Taleeya had finally finished setting up her radio and was in the process of sending out a distress call to anyone that happened to be out there. She hoped that someone would hear the message and attempt an investigation into what was happening. Fortunately, the radio was portable, meaning she could take it with her and update anyone who she found contact with. She managed to release a message into the black (hoping that the people on the bridge wouldn't be able to track her signal).

Attention: Any ships within range of this signal

We are under siege by an unknown group and have been taken over.

I can not tell you who I am or where I am, but I can feed you with information as required.

Please respond to this source when possible.

She stopped after sending and thought about what she had just sent. She had just set herself up as a contact for any rescue group that might try to retake the ship; she was hoping she could really do something to help. Strapping the radio to her leg and telling her brother she was "going out", she exited the shelter and headed down the common hall. Not two minutes into the journey, she heard odd sounds coming from a wall. Pressing her ear to the wall, she could not identify the noises. She backed away from the bulkhead, where, in her wake, a man suddenly appeared. She stared in shock at the man, this being unlike anything she had ever seen before. She couldn't believe her artificially implanted eyes; this creature had just appeared out of the ship, like a ghostly apparition. Frightened, even for her age, she stumbled backwards and tripped, landing hard on the ground. She had no idea what this thing was going to do to her; if she screamed one of the hostiles would hear her; if she didn't, she may as well be as good as dead. Finally, she spoke. "W-w-what are you? I'm not armed, but I can still fight, i-i-if that's what you want."

[Order of the Light-]

The Two Jedi located a airlock on the Ventral side of the colony ship, and after a few minutes worth of Slicing they had accessed the ship, in theory without alerting anyone else on the ship to the fact that they had managed to do so. They secuired their two Fighters, and entered the ship. The Two Jedi raised their hoods and pulled their cloaks close around the, keeping their lightsabers close, just in case they were needed. Safely aboard the ship, they began to make their way through the ship, like ghosts.

They used the force to avoid any potential hostiles and were soon approaching the other foreign contact they had felt in the force. They snuck up and watched as one of the peoples from the Colony ship fell backwards as someone else appeared out of no where. The Two Jedi stayed to the Shadow's and watched as the little encounter took place, ready to move at the sign of any trouble.

[F799]

Kindred did not show any recognition of the rustration he felt upon being discovered so quickly on his face; inwardly he was displeased, having hoped to make it further in before something like this occurred. As fortune would have it, it seemed, this girl was not a criminal, though she could be part of a trap. Whatever she was though, he might have use of her yet.

W-w-what are you? I'm not armed, but I can still fight, i-i-if that's what you want."

Her willingness to engage in combat with an unknown number and dangerous enemy proved that she was indeed organic in nature, those beings often making claims that in the heat of the moment could not later be backed up. She did have some spark to her though, being willing to do whatever may be necessary to fight off the unknown.

"Do not be afraid child. I too am unarmed, if that is what frightens you. I am here in response to a distress signal, and now in response to the broadcast you sent out a mere few minutes ago, (having been notified via some almost telepathic link with the droids on the exterior hull, which picked up the transmission). Fighting at this time may prove to be a futile effort in which many are killed. Your captors have threatened it. Please, take me to a place where we can speak out of the possible site of those who may be unpleased with my presence aboard."

[Clamparapa]

As the Jedi watched, they would notice something extremely peculiar and interesting about Taleeya. Although the girl had a mind and consciousness that was human in nature, her body was not. Inorganic materials and circuitry made up her body. It was highly sophisticated, but essentially a high powered computer being controlled by Taleeya's brain pulses. It had been quite some time since the Stations Alliance had achieved the splitting of a consciousness away from the host body and began implanting them into cybernetic bodies. However, although the technology highly developed, problems could still arise when the download/upload of the mind took place. Taleeya herself was a rushed d/u since her human body had been wrecked in an accident. It was either switch bodies or die. Her brother had vowed to take care of her after the accident, which also claimed the lives of their parents.

Slowly nodding and still unable to comprehend what she had just witnessed, Taleeya shakily stood up. Looking around in case anyone had happened to see them (which was futile because anyone watching would have been hidden), she motioned for the "man" to follow her. She was extremely experienced with her body and its abilities, but she knew that she couldn't stop rounds that hit her braincase or her processors. If any of these things were damaged or destroyed, she would die. She had no where else to go except for her shelter (the whole point of leaving was to spy on the bad guys; not a good idea if the point was to stay away from them). As they traveled to the shelter, Taleeya's mind raced.

If he's trying to get me alone to end me, what do I do? I can't do much with this damned, antique body. I wish I had one of those newer models. I'd be able to survive at least for a while.

Taleeya felt like a hostage, the man slowly walking behind her matching her pace. She didn't want to bring her brother into this, but she had nowhere else to go. As they walked to the shelter, she slowly asked the man, "What do I call you?"

[F799]

OOC: wow! wish I woulda known she was cybernetic earlier, would've approached her differently then, but nevertheless. . . .

IC:

"What do I call you?"

Kinded walked a step behind the girl, Taleeya, not answering immediately allowing a few more steps to be taken before he provided he with a brief explanation.

"I am from the oganization known as The F799 Criminal Syndicate, of which I command one of their six majpor capital warships as a member of the enforcement branch. My name is Commander J. Kindred, my primary designation number is Three. You may refer to me as either Three or Commander, that is a choice I leave to you."

As they made thier way closer to the girl's dwelling, Kindred/Three grew more and more wary, he did not want to be fully discovered, yet. As they wlaked he asked her in hushed tones, "What is it you have done to merit the rewards of a mechanical body? ANd what punishment have you reciedved to not a have a fully updated one or one from at least recent years?"

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meanwhile. . . . . .

on the outside hull of the ship, the spiderlike droids continued to tear apart the armor plating, having by now created a large area of which the armor was completely missing and internal circuitry was beginning to show through into the void of space. There were approximately 65 more droids now as well, as the spiders continued bringing the raw metals to the Queen-like creation that continued to spawn more of the destructive creatures.

[Order of the Light-]

The two Jedi followed, just out of sight, keeping an eye on the apparent Civvie, slightly confused about the strange feelings they were getting through the force about the local, but they pushed that aside as they followed the two persons through the ship, osscuring their presence as much as possible.

OOC: Sorry for short post, not got much to work on.

[Clamparapa]

If the situation looked dire before, it was about to get even worse. As per standard Stations Alliance colonization procedures, an advanced party of marines had been sent to New Haven to report any unknown conditions that might prove dangerous for the colonists. The marines also had the secondary goal of reporting back to the wormhole when the colonists arrived. No one had arrived yet, putting the already uneasy marines on edge. After some time had passed without any contact from the colonists, they finally decided to report back to the wormhole with the "Unknown Fate" message. This simple transmission alerted the wormhole that something may have happened to the colonists en route to the planet after the security fleet had been disengaged. A fleet detachment was prepped and sent to investigate...

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Taleeya stopped when she heard the man's words. How in the world had he known she was an artificial being? Could he read minds? Then she realized that if the man had any form of thermal imaging, he would have realized her lack of heat. Her body was also not as realistic looking as the newer models, but it could fool anyone who wasn't trained at spotting the subtle differences between a cyborg and a human. She slowly turned around to face Kindred, a look of displeasure on her face at having her secret found out. "Reward? I wouldn't call this thing a reward. Quite the opposite, in fact. I feel trapped; humans are at least one with their bodies. I always feel like there is a divide between my body and mind." She paused for a moment before continuing. "How did you know my body was outdated? Have you been watching me?" No, of course he hadn't. If someone could recognize that she was a cyborg, they could also see that her body was antique. She lowered her head and fought back the tears. She had been in that damned prison for over 15 years now, her consciousness being older and wiser than her body made it seem. She was literally a woman trapped in a girl's body. No one except her brother knew that; she wasn't going to let Kindred know either.

"No, of course you haven't. My family was never blessed with much money; I was placed in this body to save my life." Turning around again, she continued to lead the Commander to her shelter, tears obscuring her vision...

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Hull breach in airlock and continuing hull breach on exterior. Captain is still out of commission. No idea who these individuals are but if they can save the colonists, we mustn't alert the Enemy.

After scanning the continuing hull breach, conclusions have been drawn that a breakdown of the ship is in progress. Analyzing agents of breakdown: metallic, spider-like, continual spawning. They have breached the relatively thin armour of the hull and have exposed vital wiring and circuitry. Cutting the wrong wire could violently stop the circular motion of the ship and kill any inside. We must find a way to disengage these parasites. Heating up surface will not do anything; however, transmissions intercepted from New Haven includes the "Unknown Fate" code. Heating of scavengers' location may give away their position to any incoming investigation forces. Heating will commence when allied ships arrive.

On another note, we have identified three unknown individuals on this ship, one appearing from around the same location as the scavengers; the other two apparently blink in and out of existence. Identified as possible Jedi. It could be that these are the same individuals who transmitted a message to us regarding assistance. Probable that they are here to help. Must get into contact with them...

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As the Jedi continued following Taleeya and Kindred, they soon became aware of another presence behind them. This, however, was not human. A small, circular drone had appeared behind them and began its attempts to communicate with them in a soft, almost musical voice. "Strangers, we hope you can assist us. Things are not good..."

OOC: If you have any problems with the drone speaking with your Jedi, Order, I can edit this post. However, I am trying to get them involved in the situation. Oh, and imagine the drone sounding like the turrets in Portal.

[F799]

"There there, do not cry," Kindred whispered softly as he place his hand on the girl's shoulder trying to comfort her, something he admittedly was not the best at. "You have been blessed more than you care to admit, you have given up the weak hull of the organic human inorder to assume a new form, the form of a human but built with the power of everlasting mechanical materials. You are a step above the other beings on this ship. You have given up many of your human frailties in return for strength, stamina, and protection."

Then lowering his voice and bending down to whisper into the girls ear he began again, "It is quite easy for one like myself to recognize a fellow mechanical being such as yourself. How do you think that I came to be upon your ship, but through my own mechanized advancement far beyond the human body?" and with that he brought her hnd up in front of the girl's face, where for a single moment it transformed into a silvery blade, until it shimmered back into the very human hand it had been before. "You and I, we are alike. We are brother and sister, family, and family helps one another." He stated simply as they walked into the shelter.


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meanwhile outside the ship, the spider droids continued moving across the ship eating away at the thin armor plating. They were careful, at this time, to leave the exposed wires alone, unsure yet of all they controlled, and unwilling to jeapordize their master who was now aboard the vessel. They toiled tirelessly, making more and more of themselves and working with an ever faster pace (due to increased numbers) to eat away at the ship's skin.

[Order of the Light-]

The two Jedi turned and looked at the new droid that had decided to greet them, they weren't too found of droids as you couldn't get any reading on whether or not they were indeed to be trusted. Never the less Relo and Askoa greeted the droid.
"Greetings" Relo said "Can you tell us what happened here?"