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Ceillean Registered: Nov '01	Date Posted: 7/2 9:55am Subject: RE: In The Remnant
	“Well of course I do! Or at very least I did until just now,” Koosk reassured the warlord. “There are other paths just waiting to be found, yes there are! I’d be a bit more worried about the worms if I were you. More chance we’ll run into one of them than get completely lost I think.” This whole time Koosk reminded me of someone and I just couldn't put my finger on it. Do you remember the movies "The Land Before Time"? I think the little dinosaur's name was Ducky. Koosk totally reminds me of Ducky. Ducky's soooo darn cute! ’ve never seen a really real lightsaber before The diameter of its mouth was actually greater than Kais’s height, and then some. Even creepier was that the creature’s skin was completely translucent, showing tendons, organs and blood pulsing away through its veins. Ew. Like the worms of Arrakis, only now with ice instead of sand. Disgusting creatures. Still I enjoyed the worm action. Great update! -----signature----- I'm having trouble dealing with the fact that Kyp Durron is a fictional character Stress -- The reaction created when the mind overrides the body's desire to choke the living sh** out of somebody who desperately needs it http://ceillean.blogspot.com/
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Robimus Registered: Jul '07	Date Posted: 7/2 9:57pm Subject: RE: In The Remnant - Date Edited: 7/2 10:02pm (2 edits total) Edited By: Robimus
	Ceillean= This whole time Koosk reminded me of someone and I just couldn't put my finger on it. Do you remember the movies "The Land Before Time"? I think the little dinosaur's name was Ducky. Koosk totally reminds me of Ducky. Ducky's soooo darn cute! I found my inspiration for Koosk kinda from the fearless Kender Tasslehoff Burfoot of Dragonlance fame. I've kinda been in the room for a bunch of those Land Before Time Movies, but have never paid close enough attention I'll have to watch next time. ’ve never seen a really real lightsaber before Yes, Koosk finds joy in everything. Ew. Like the worms of Arrakis, only now with ice instead of sand. Disgusting creatures. Still I enjoyed the worm action. I really wanted to do something with the worms mentioned in True Colors. Thought they were a really neat idea, and yeah kinda like the Dune worms but in ice. Really fit in nicely for me to have the "Dragon in its lair" type Star Wars scene. Love those scene's like the Rancor, Wampa, etc... Great update! Thank you, your continued support means a lot to me. Zonzo: Thanks for checking out the story, more Imperial fun coming soon VaderLVR64: More is coming, glad your enjoying the story! Thanks again to everyone who's read my little tale, both posters and lurkers( yeah, I know your out there now!) And thanks again for the Nominations for Most Underrated and Best New Author. Even being considered next to all these incredible writers has really made my lightyear . This has really made my 15 years(Only Four Months on these boards ) of writing Fanfic's feel very sweet and I owe it all to you gals and guys! It feels great to be finally sharing my idea's with other fans. -----signature----- I am forever seeking the damutek of Hooley Krekk Oh, woe! Oh, misery! Oh, unhappiness. Hooley Krekk where are you?
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zonzo Registered: Dec '07	Date Posted: 7/2 11:13pm Subject: RE: In The Remnant
	Hey, even though we're going for the same award(We both got nommed for most underrated), you're still getting my vote. -----signature----- Awesomesause. New word of the year. Making a Life (Legacy-era, 132 ABY)- http://boards.theforce.net/beyond_the_saga/b10477/28526177/p1 To Venture the Dark Places- Dark Luke AU- http://boards.theforce.net/beyond_the_saga/b10477/28652606/p1/?9
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Robimus Registered: Jul '07	Date Posted: 7/8 10:45pm Subject: RE: In The Remnant
	A small update Director Sillin was not pleased. He would be stuck in the plain white bed of an equally drab, white hospital room for several more days. The antiseptic smell was sickening and his boredom extreme. For someone used to being in charge, like Sillin was, losing even a small measure of his authority was difficult. He didn’t like being told what to do, even by doctors who had his best interests at heart. He had bounced back very quickly from his wound, and was very fortunate to have survived at all. The energy blast which struck him had been undercharged, one last shot from the depleted weapon. The Mygeetan’s blaster had managed that last attack with only the strength of a stun bolt. It had contained more than enough power to knock Sillin unconscious, but far too little to cause more significant damage. “The nerve of that cursed little creature,” Sillin ranted toward his aide, an ordinary looking Muun in gray robes. “To dare to take a shot at me after all I’ve done for him and his worthless race. Without us they would still be living in caves, foraging for food. We gave them everything and this is how they repay us.” “Yes Director,” the aide said in a heavy, monotonous voice. Rage was boiling off of Sillin now as he was sitting up in his bed looking at a data pad with a media report about the Dressian heist. “Promoted that wretched Koosk, took him under my wing like a mentor I did. I taught him the ins and outs of business, of the clan. I might as well have been his father, and this is the thanks I get? A blaster bolt meant to end my life. Well I swear on all that is monetary, leaving me alive will be the worst mistake that little wretch ever makes. I’ll hunt him and his kind to the end of the galaxy and get back what is mine!” He then shifted slightly, glancing at the aide he smiled thinly, “by mine I mean the Banking Clan’s of course.” “Of course Director Sillin,” the aid affirmed not really paying all that close of attention to his bed ridden boss’s ranting and raving. He did note however that the director’s lisp got quite a bit worse when he was angry. “Just think this whole charade was not even necessary. We could have simply kept the fool Kaleesh’s money and forsaken what was in his vault. But no, Lom Hill wants that which was in the deposit. Let him take it out for us, the fool ordered me. Then we’ll take it from him, the fool demanded." He paused briefly before adding, "I should be running the whole Clan from a palace on Muunilist. Hill only has that post due to the incredible nepotism of the board of directors. ” “Yet I admit the whole plan would have worked, if not for that stinking little Mygeetan puppet. Damn him and his kind, damn them all.” “Of course Director Sillin,” the aide nodded slowly taking back the data pad from Sillin. “I want this whole city locked down until those two are found,” Sillin demanded shaking his fist toward the aide. “We need our best on this, we need to recover both the data cards and whatever it is that was in the Kaleesh’s case. We’ll make residence to residence searches until they are forced out into the open. Then we’ll have our justice.” He smugly smiled adjusting the spectacles on his face. “Of course Director Sillin,” the aide said but for the first time appeared to have something to add, with apprehension. “Of course I attempted to follow your orders Director, but the Imperials sir; they have taken over the investigation. Imperial authorities would not allow our agents to randomly search homes, informed us that if we did we would be in violation of Imperial law. We had no choice but to comply with their demands.” Sillin looked toward his aide with a disapproving stare. He could not hide his displeasure. “Since when do the Imperials interfere in our affairs? Why wasn’t I informed immediately?” “You only recently awoke Director Sillin, we didn’t want to trouble you with details over which we have no control.” “Have we contacted the governor’s office? Lodged a formal complaint? Don’t the Imperials have anything better to do than cause us grief?” Sillin was nearly shaking as he spoke. Though he was still weak he wanted to leap right out of the bed and go pound on the governor’s door. Only the extreme lethargy he still felt held him back. He felt like he would fall down before he could even take a step. “Lom Hill has personally ordered us to respect the Imperial decree,” the aide said quietly. “Still, we are quietly making inquiries where possible. We do very much suspect that the pair are still in the city as an IGBC speeder was recovered, abandoned on level five. The speeder’s security team was found murdered on the ice field. The only curious note is that the investigators feel their wounds were inflicted by a lightsaber.” “They are here, in Jygat,” Sillin stated trying to process the information. “Based on who the Kaleesh’s Grandfather was I suspect the lightsaber came from the vault depository, as he was scanned for weapons when he entered the Dressian and had none. We should have scanned the Mygeetan as well.” Sillin drove his fists into the bed in an immature, almost uncontrolled tantrum, forcing the bed to toss him up and down several times. “I want those thieves found! Found now I say!” Moments later he collapsed in the bed and fell asleep. "Of course Director Sillin," the aide nodded, quietly exiting the room. -----signature----- I am forever seeking the damutek of Hooley Krekk Oh, woe! Oh, misery! Oh, unhappiness. Hooley Krekk where are you?
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Pelranius Registered: Apr '03	Date Posted: 7/9 4:20am Subject: RE: In The Remnant
	How very interesting, all of it. Wonder if the Imperials have a hint of what's going on. -----signature----- Fleet Junkie and Proud! Fics: Destiny's Inferno (TTT/DE AU) And the Skywalker Saga KOTOR Style Updated 7/24/06 see bio for details
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VaderLVR64 Title: Fan Fic Manager Digging out from Fay Registered: Feb '04	Date Posted: 7/14 5:03am Subject: RE: In The Remnant
	Another great post! I can't wait to see what happens next. -----signature----- If you have to choose between tears and laughter, remember that laughter burns more calories. They call me NANA Vader. At least she doesn't lack confidence...
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Ceillean Registered: Nov '01	Date Posted: 7/14 7:09am Subject: RE: In The Remnant
	Sillin strike me like a little kid. Immature almost and he definately has no patience. I so don't like him. Great post! And sorry it took me so long to comment. sighs -----signature----- I'm having trouble dealing with the fact that Kyp Durron is a fictional character Stress -- The reaction created when the mind overrides the body's desire to choke the living sh** out of somebody who desperately needs it http://ceillean.blogspot.com/
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Robimus Registered: Jul '07	Date Posted: 7/18 11:59pm Subject: RE: In The Remnant - Date Edited: 7/19 12:41am (2 edits total) Edited By: Robimus
	Pelranius: How very interesting, all of it. Thank you! Wonder if the Imperials have a hint of what's going on. I think this would be kinda small potatoes for the Imperials at this point. Yet soon they will definitly have reason to take interest. Sauld Reija's dislike of the Muun is a educated one Thanks for sticking with the story. VaderLVR64: I'm glad your continuing to enjoy my little story. Thanks for reading Ceillean: Sillin strike me like a little kid. Immature almost and he definately has no patience. I so don't like him. Yeah, Sillin strikes me as a elitist that is very used to having his way. He's actually some fluff which has kinda developed a bit more than I ever meant him to. Not a likable chap for certain. More of a Great post! And sorry it took me so long to comment. sighs There is never a rush Cei. It takes me a while to catch up on everthing I'm reading as well. If someone would just start to pay me for reading fan fiction I'd be set Thank you for reading Chapter 8 is ready and up Some more filler as we start to move more rapidly toward the end. I do get to focus on my "love" of the Star Wars Holiday Special in this update. I'm glad I could find somewhere to fit a reference in..... Thanks for reading everyone! May the Force be with you all! -----signature----- I am forever seeking the damutek of Hooley Krekk Oh, woe! Oh, misery! Oh, unhappiness. Hooley Krekk where are you?
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Robimus Registered: Jul '07	Date Posted: 7/19 12:14am Subject: RE: In The Remnant - Date Edited: 7/19 12:18am (1 edits total) Edited By: Robimus
	In The Remnant: Chapter 8: Revelations and Tea Kais was sitting quietly with his legs crossed in one of the few rooms of the Mygeetan domicile that he actually fit in. Still, he couldn’t stand up and gaining access to the dwelling was a bit of a trick for someone his size, but he made due. The entrance was wide for a crawl space, but he couldn’t give it much more credit than that. The room was a central living area built just below the ice surface of the planet. Above the home was a jagged crystalline tower, the basic home for many of the small lemuroids around Jygat. Carving out the interiors of the towers was apparently very difficult, according to Koosk. But once finished they made a home which would last virtually forever. Mygeeto was a very solid world with little seismic activity of any kind, making it ideal for this style of homes. With the crystalline towers natural ability to hold the elements at bay, very little native to the planet would cause any damage. The Mygeetan settlements were hardly visible at all from the city center, sitting on a drastically different elevation from the ice field above the Dressian Merchant Bank. Jygat was a much larger city than it appeared at first glance, stretching out for layer after layer along the side of a huge mountain of ice, wrapping nearly completely around the wide mountainside at some points. The safe house reminded Kais of his simple life on Kalee. Simple stoves heated the dwelling, burning a type of chocolate colored coal, mined from deep within Mygeeto. A heavy aroma like a mixture of leather and pine needles floated amongst a few other odors, making the whole domicile smell mildly sweet. The warmth combined with the fragrance was making it difficult for the weary Kaleesh to keep his eyes open. Rest would come soon and welcomed it would be. The walls were covered with an assortment of large fur pelts and wooded areas, yet despite all the simplicity signs of modernization were visible as well. The room contained a simple communications console, electrified lights and several other small gadgets and gizmos, for doing everything from playing music to cleaning the room. A flat holonet veiwscreen was hanging on the wall across from the Kaleesh’s position on the fur padded floor. Koosk had immediately turned on the veiwscreen when they arrived; terribly worried that he was going to miss out on Chef Gormaanda’s gourmet cooking program. Kais had to admit he’d never seen anything quite like the purple clothed chef’s program before, but then he didn’t watch much holonet entertainment. After watching for a few moments Kais decided that if this was the best the holonet had to offer he wasn’t missing very much. The four armed humanoid which could not be identified as male or female was rapidly mixing up some sort of recipe in a bowl. “Stir…..whip, stir…..whip, whip, whip stir,” Chef Gormaanda was repeating over and over again in almost unbridled glee. The strange cook then shouted, “Increasing the tempo now! Yes, but be sure to maintain precision. Precision is all important as always! You always want your rump tenderized perfectly……..” Yes, Kais was certain now. This was the most inane display he’d ever witnessed in his life. Koosk had assured him that Chef Gormaanda was the predominant cook in the galaxy, but Gormaanda looked like the predominant something else. I’ve been called barbaric and uncivilized, but if being civilized means watching poodoo like this, I’ll stay uncivilized. Ignoring the holonet show he began to think more of the predicament he was in and what the coming days would bring. Of course Kais could not be certain they were safe here, he knew he could not be certain of his safety for at least another couple of days. Koosk assured him that they had slipped in unseen. That no Mygeetan would turn them over to the Muun’s, of course Kais wasn’t so sure but he had little choice other than following the little Mygeetan’s lead for now. His planned escape would come soon, hopefully soon enough. “Here’s some tea,” Koosk entered the room carrying a large steaming mug made of simple clay in one hand, with his own smaller mug in the other. “It will help you sleep; good herbs, old Mygeetan recipe.” He handed the tea to the Kaleesh and plunked himself down right next to the big warlord. He inhaled the steam from his tea deeply before taking a sip, then watched the holonet wide eyed for the next few moments. Kais hesitated slightly; always his mind was looking for conspiracy. Reluctantly he imitated the little Mygeetan and inhaled the aroma before taking his own small sampling. He grunted in approval at the taste and took another larger drink, quickly emptying the mug. “Well, that was one wild night wasn’t it, Kais? Well, maybe not wild for a super fighter like yourself, but certainly out of the ordinary for me. I’ve never done anything like that in my life, nor has any Mygeetan I’ve ever heard of,”Koosk said quietly. “My people are simply not fighters, not warriors. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to get the visions of those Muun we killed out of my mind….” Silence followed the Mygeetan’s comments for a few long moments as Kais struggled with a reply. Casual conversation was not a strong suit for the big warrior and he really hadn’t considered having a conversation with Koosk and now he felt awkwardly trapped. He needed to say something, something nice. I’m simply not very nice, he thought to himself setting down the tea mug. Yet this does seem to call for some element of diplomacy. Koosk has done right by me, by the Kaleesh I think. Kind words shouldn’t be hard to find should they? “You were very brave, little Koosk.” Kais finally responded after the silence. His voice was no greater than a mild whisper, his words chosen very carefully. “I’ve seen courage in my life; my people have the term forced upon us at birth. Without courage and the will to persevere we would have been long erased from the galaxy.” “I saw that same courage in you Koosk, both in the Dressian and beyond it, where exactly it came from only you will know. It’s for you to determine in your own heart what shape your courage will take or where it will lead you in the future. But realize it is there to be called upon if needed, that is your strength, little one. That is what will make you succeed where others fail.” “Whoa,” Koosk said after an impressed sounding whistle. “You really think that, Kais? You really think I was brave. I was terrified ya’know, really scared. I’ve never done anything like that before.” “That is what true courage is,” Kais answered pointing to the Mygeetan’s chest. “It’s what’s in there, in your heart. The ability to master your own fear and redirect it into something greater. Take pride in what you have accomplished. Long ago someone among your people should have stood up against the tyranny of the Muuns. Your actions today could be the first step toward something far greater, toward true freedom for your people.” “We would love to be free,” Koosk responded quietly. “But is the reward always worth the price? We have gained much in the past years. We have rights now, granted and enforced by the Empire. We are no longer slaves.” “We’re all slaves, Koosk, in one way or another.” Kais started rubbing his hands together while closing his eyes in thought. “If your people have found a happiness that is good, but I warn you, do not trust this Empire. They have visited crimes upon my people from which we have struggled to recover, to even exist. Forgive them I cannot.” But soon a measure of revenge will be ours. Qymaen be praised, Kais added silently to himself looking slightly toward the ceiling of the room and the heavens beyond. “I’m sorry, Kais. I didn’t know,” Koosk apologized. “They have been good for us as I say. I never considered they would be hurting others. That’s not very nice of them.” “I think that is the way of government,” Kais hissed settling back onto the makeshift fur cot beneath him. “The Old Republic, the Confederacy, no different for the Kaleesh were they, than the Empire that came after them. My own people have been used like a resource in the name of what is right to others. Never were the Kaleesh asked what would be right for us.” “The Kaleesh don’t sound so different from the Mygeetans when you put it like that, Kais.” “No I guess we don’t,” Kais grumbled settling back onto his pillow. “Strange I never would have looked at our peoples as similar before tonight, and yet by my own explanation we are. Despite our many differences, we are closer than anyone would realize.” “Do you trust me, Kais?” The Mygeetan rocked back and forth slightly with his legs crossed. Kais shifted himself over to look toward the Mygeetan. “I still have many questions as to what has brought me to this point. What place in this great scheme I have. While you have certainly earned a place of great respect in my heart I still find myself wondering, can I trust you, little one? Or is there still some intention to deceive me on some level?” “I do not give my trust blindly or without thought,” Kais continued. “I have known you for not even a single rotation of your world. While in this time you have earned my respect, my complete trust will not be so easily given. Perhaps when this is all over, but not until then, maybe not even then.” Koosk looked confused, then troubled. “I don’t think I understand.” “Until you are a leader of your people you will not,” Kais responded. “Now be silent, and shut off that sad holonet program. Gormaanda is giving me a headache.” “Well, we’re having fun now!” Chef Gormaanda continued blissfully. “Now we taste the rump broth, mmmmmnnn yummy! Next we’ll prepare the grilled thud bugs, a delicacy of untold proportions!” Koosk quickly powered off the holonet screen and settled in on the floor beside Kais. “Good night, Kais. I won’t let you down.” He doubted the now snoring Kaleesh heard him. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ As a world, Mygeeto contained no planetary energy shield system. Major cities like Jygat did have local deflector arrays installed by the Empire many years ago, though they had seen little use in their history. While Mygeeto had seen the odd battle over the years the shields themselves saw more action from routine testing than any real need for defense. The power generator for the shields was a simple, almost obsolete collection of spherical sections about as high as a three meter high building, stretching out over the length of about 100 meters. The area was fenced and guarded by at least a dozen Imperial troopers, the gate guarded by two Imperial Scout Walkers. I’ll need to steer clear of those, the black outfitted creature thought to himself. Events were moving rapidly now and final preparations needed to be made. Kais had sent an all clear signal, he was safe for the moment, gods be praised. The shield generator was the primary mission now, it needed to fall to ensure Kais’s escape, and the Kaleesh operative was keen on completing his mission. He’d been very careful thus far, moving only under the brief cover of darkness allowed by Mygeeto’s three suns. His full body gear did not allow him to be easily identified as a Kaleesh, and the black visored helmet covered his face completely to maintain the illusion. For all anyone knew he was a Muun bounty hunter moving about the streets, minding his own business. Stealth was his greatest skill, the ability to blend into shadows like those he was currently crouched within, watching the generator station. How will I do this? For a long while he rested, unmoving, like a beast on the hunt waiting to pounce. He held his scoped blaster rifle out before him, occasionally glancing though the scope to get a closer look at the complex from his elevated position several blocks away. The shielding station had shields of its own, thus simply lobbing in some explosives or scaling the wall were not options. The front gate itself was opened on occasion to let the Stormtrooper and Scout Walker shift changes in and out. Security seemed very tight; his mission would not prove simple. I will succeed. The will of the gods will assure my success. I just need a strategy worthy of their greatness and victory will belong to the Kaleesh. All glory to the gods. Grant me the strength to do what must be done. Kais jai Sheelal be praised, gods be praised, victory will be ours, our future defined, our destiny reclaimed! -----signature----- I am forever seeking the damutek of Hooley Krekk Oh, woe! Oh, misery! Oh, unhappiness. Hooley Krekk where are you?
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zonzo Registered: Dec '07	Date Posted: 7/19 8:20am Subject: RE: In The Remnant - Date Edited: 7/19 8:22am (1 edits total) Edited By: zonzo
	I get first. I'm going to have to leave a reply later. -----signature----- Awesomesause. New word of the year. Making a Life (Legacy-era, 132 ABY)- http://boards.theforce.net/beyond_the_saga/b10477/28526177/p1 To Venture the Dark Places- Dark Luke AU- http://boards.theforce.net/beyond_the_saga/b10477/28652606/p1/?9
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Ceillean Registered: Nov '01	Date Posted: 7/19 1:33pm Subject: RE: In The Remnant
	Grilled thud bugs? Ew. A delicacy for the Vong, maybe. I liked how Kais gave Koosk that little pep talk. Who knows, maybe the two of them will turn out to be friends someday. I wonder if the Kaleesh operative will make sure Kais gets off the planet in one piece... Great update. Thanks for the Pm. -----signature----- I'm having trouble dealing with the fact that Kyp Durron is a fictional character Stress -- The reaction created when the mind overrides the body's desire to choke the living sh** out of somebody who desperately needs it http://ceillean.blogspot.com/
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VaderLVR64 Title: Fan Fic Manager Digging out from Fay Registered: Feb '04	Date Posted: 7/26 7:42pm Subject: RE: In The Remnant
	I still prefer grilled salmon, thank you very much! Great update. -----signature----- If you have to choose between tears and laughter, remember that laughter burns more calories. They call me NANA Vader. At least she doesn't lack confidence...
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Robimus Registered: Jul '07	Date Posted: 7/26 9:01pm Subject: RE: In The Remnant
	Zonzo: Rob looks around "Hey, has anybody seen Zonzo?" Ceillean: The pep talk was a difficult endeavor for me, too serious . Thanks for the support! VaderLVR64: You should see what Gormaanda can do with Salmon and Lizard Monkey Thanks for reading. And on top of it all I found out Chef Gormaanda actually does exist in official Star Wars canon , not for the Holiday Special, but for some online blurb on hyperspace, lol. Credit TalonCard with the leg work. Link below! http://www.holonetnews.com/50/life/1344_2.html -----signature----- I am forever seeking the damutek of Hooley Krekk Oh, woe! Oh, misery! Oh, unhappiness. Hooley Krekk where are you?
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Robimus Registered: Jul '07	Date Posted: 8/6 7:36am Subject: RE: In The Remnant - Date Edited: 8/6 7:38am (1 edits total) Edited By: Robimus
	In the Remnant: Chapter 9: Maneuvers The living area and command section of the IGBC cruiser was far smaller than Sauld Reija had ever imagined it would be. Holowan said it wasn’t built for human comforts, and the advertising had not been false. The cruiser, nick named Impaler by the Muun, had a living quarters for less than thirty live, breathing personnel. It of course required no living personnel to operate but Holowan was smart enough to foresee that many customers would be unreceptive to a completely droid controlled vessel . Dozens of lanky, bullet headed droids wandered the few corridors within the cruiser’s slender frame. The robots did look something like the old IG series models, but were a good length shorter and a bit more barrel shaped than their predecessors. Many of the droids actually had very individual appendages, each custom built to perform a particular function on the ship. Some were little more than walking astromech droids, while others filled roles such as acting as bridge officers or security personnel. Mals Demil was buzzing and whirring, servo’s working overtime, trying hard to contain the excitement of showing off his creation to an outsider for the first time. The lights on the back of his computer interface were really dancing now, and he was spinning his clawed left hand every few moments, almost like a nervous twitch of some sort. “So as you can see, Director Reija, the ship is operated completely by droids modified from the old IG design. Human comforts are not at all necessary, though available if required. In fact the mechanical crew looses no efficiency even if air and cabin pressure are completely absent. They even have an activated magnetic enhancement module in their feet. The effects of weightlessness would mean nothing to my beautiful creations. In short, they are the perfect crew.” Really, the Holowan genius was giving Sauld a headache, but he had to admit the results looked promising. “How many droids are actually required to run this ship?” “Very few,” Mals forced himself to slow down and walk beside Reija. Following closely behind were a pair of Imperial Stormtroopers and a pair of Holowan’s violet armored Muun guards. “Twelve in a worst case scenario, with many of the ships systems like weapons and propulsion still under the control of the ships core computer system. The most complex droid brain ever constructed.” “The two independent systems,” Mals continued. “The cruiser brain module and the independent droids act congruently, almost redundantly. One doesn’t need the other to keep the ship in operation, though the droid crew would take complete control in the event that the brain module and its two dozen backup memory drives ceased to function.” “It’s really simple actually. Even a half destroyed cruiser would continue to function as well as it could. If the bridge was destroyed a secondary, computer only bridge from another section of the ship would take control. Only the Impaler’s complete and total destruction would ever truly remove it from a battle. When heavy damage occurs the droids will not flee like human controllers would. They have no desire for their own safety, only completing their mission at all costs.” “So routine memory wipes must be standard procedure then? “ Sauld questioned as they came to a fork in the gray walled corridor. “I’ve seen more than my share of droids develop quirks in their personalities without those wipes and careful monitoring. Some would even say that the droids acquire a degree of independence without the routine wipes. ” “Wipes are recommended every twelve local cycles, though I now believe these droids have immunity to the personality disorders you’re mentioning. I’ve perfected the subtle art of mastering the droid mind.” “Sure you have,” Sauld smirked. “I bet the IG-88 team felt they had perfected the droid mind as well.” Mals motioned for Reija to continue along the portside corridor before he answered. “With due respect to my predecessors, they were little more than educated fools with no firm grasp of droid intelligence, like Defel’s floundering around in flooded light, with nothing to cast a shadow. The central computer cores of my IG series droids are exponentially more powerful than any model currently in the market place. They are perfect, Director Reija. Vastly superior to you or I.” “If what you say is true, Administrator Demil, you are both the galaxies most brilliant being and the galaxies most dangerous being, all in one, slightly enhanced, humanoid body.” Reija smirked looking away slightly, “You do realize that these claims have been made by many before. Your words sound simply like a sales pitch.” “I assure you Director Reija, my word is my oath. The Impaler is more than I had ever hoped, as you will soon discover. There is nothing dangerous about my work; these droids are every bit as reliable as that blaster pistol you have strapped to your waist.” Mals gave a concerned glance toward the former admiral. “They are a tool, nothing more. They can never be more than what their programming can allow them to be.” Maybe, but just what do you want their programming to be? I’ve never met an honest Muun, not even once. This type of technology could blow up in the Empires face if we’re not careful with it. Of course, Demil could just be a salesman pushing his product as the next, big thing. Many questions and concerns were running through Sauld’s mind as they rounded another corner. This could be a droid rebellion in the making. One 88 class droid almost gained control of a Death Star, what if there were a million of them? “You do of course understand that if we sign an exclusive contract with Holowan and the Clan to have you add these droids to our forces,” Reija looked toward the Muun administrator. “Your research and technology would need to be completely available to us. We would need to conduct our own tests and know everything you know, to avoid all potential complications.” “Of course,” Mals smiled graciously. “What is Holowan’s will be the Empire’s. We’re all on the same team here and all Holowan wants is what’s best for the Empire.” I’ll bet, Reija thought to himself forcing a smile toward Mals Demil. “Very good, I’m glad that’s how this is being approached. We could offer mass production techniques not available to you as well, should this deal be accepted. This could be very mutually beneficial to us both.” Reija continued, “The Empire is of course very interested in individual combat units as well as your cruisers. Have you made much progress on that end? We require YVH style droids to serve the Empire.” “Ah, yes the vaulted Vong Hunters,” Mals nodded with the mechanical servos from his forearm again whirring, claws flexing in and out almost rhythmically. “Impressive droids, but really obsolete compared some of my newer prototypes. The Empire and Holowan could do a lot of business indeed.” Two tall IG class security droids stood posted on either side of a sliding door as the group headed by Demil and Reija took another turn. Both units emotionlessly turned their slender heads in the newcomers’ direction, but did not flinch in any other way. Intimidating red eye stalks looked down upon the Imperials with an unflinching stare until Demil waved his hand, apparently signaling for the units to stand down. So, does he have some kind of internal communication with his droids, an interface of some sort allowing his mere thoughts to give commands? Reija was a little concerned with the exchange between Demil and the droids and would in no way believe a wave of the hand garnered such obedience. This, Muun is not telling me everything. Could he be pulling more strings than I’m realizing? Or am I simply creating distrust where none really exists? Allowing my own personal bias to cloud my judgement. “Ah, at last we’ve reached the bridge,” Mals motioned for Reija to enter as the bridge door slid open. “I arranged for a little live fire demonstration of the Impaler’s combat systems just a short hyperspace jump from the system. Are you interested?” “Of course, Administrator,” Sauld turned toward his stormtrooper escort before stepping onto the bridge. “Lieutenant Corr, please contact the Blitzwing and inform Captain Nido we will be accompanying the Impaler out of system for a brief period.” He turned to Demil, “should a local hour or two cover the demonstration, Administrator?” “Should be fine,” Mals nodded in agreement. “You’re about to be the first Imperial to witness the future of space combat. I’m honored to have you along.” “Very good,” Reija looked back at his escort and took note of two more security droids, one guarding each corner of the bridge, keeping watch with their laser like eyes. There was no reason Sauld could think of that he would be in danger but the presence of two more of the droids was a little disconcerting. How much security did the Muun need? “You heard the Administrator, lieutenant. Let the Blitzwing know we’ll be gone for a little while. I would not want to worry Captain Nido for no good reason.” “Right away, sir,” the stormtrooper nodded and activated his helmet communication system to contact the Blitzwing, also including the images from the ships interior captured on his HUD display in the communication. Corr briefly wondered if the Muun had any idea that his every move and every inch of the prototype vessel was being recorded to be viewed later onboard their Imperial cruiser? ************************************************************************************* Unique was the best way Sauld Reija could think of describing the Impaler’s impressive live fire demonstration. He hadn’t seen a vessel of the like before, each of the corkscrew like sections of the ship rotated in an alternating fashion, spinning independently from one and another. The command module containing the ship’s bridge and live crew remained always stationary, with all other sections in perpetual motion. The rotating, heavily armed sections would not be possible on a ship crewed by living beings. The constant spinning would be far too disorienting for ninety nine percent of galactic species, droid controllers were the only ones who could effectively handle the speed and motion of the constant rotation. All six of the spinning modules contained similar armament, weapons on swivel mechanisms which covered almost a one hundred eighty degree arc in defense of the cruiser. Perhaps the most impressive part of the cruiser to Sauld was the constant motion of the weapons. Attacking fighter pilots would be able to get no clear approach with the constant motion, the angles of the defensive firepower constantly changing. A section would quickly rotate making a new cannon appear where one wasn’t a second earlier, keeping enemy fighters at their mercy. “Looks to be very effective as a starfighter lancer for certain,” Reija commented as the first wave of droid fighters were destroyed in their first run. “The constantly changing position of the Turbolasers makes her very unpredictable to approaching ships. Similar to the weapon mounts of a Hapan Battle Dragon, only inverted and far more flexible, most impressive.” “We did use the Hapan technology as inspiration for the rotary sections,” Mals Demil answered with a curt nod. “Only because of the Hapan need for living crews these are far faster, and I dare say more accurate. Our droid gunners can access thousands of possibilities and make thousands of adjustments, all in less than a second. Far more efficient than any living gunner could.” “I heard similar claims during the Clone Wars, Administrator,” Reija scoffed. “And still the human soldiers proved superior to the more numerous droid armies.” “Building blocks, “Demil answered quickly. “That’s all the Clone Wars droids were. And even then some of the Holowan designed Magna Guards were very impressive. They gave the Jedi a challenge while serving the Confederacy commander General Grievous. They were our first self motivating droids, and because of their advanced, self adapting droid minds, they were actually trained by the General himself. Those droids were the start of all you see today, putting Holowan on the droid intelligence map. If we had been able to produce those droids in greater numbers that war may have turned out very differently.” The pride rolling off the Holowan Administrator was almost a visible cloud it was so thick. He’d spent his whole life working toward this moment, a moment he felt showed how superior his droids were to humanoid crews and pilots. Flaunting his knowledge of droid history and showing his new designs were both things he loved to do. He felt rather impressed with himself. Sauld almost chuckled at the Muun’s satisfied expression and over confident grin. Droids in general did little to impress the Imperial Research Director, but he had to admit the display had been splendid, even with the possibility that the simulation was pre-programmed. “Despite my obvious apprehension about droid technologies I will admit that I am impressed with what I’ve seen thus far. Assuming we can work out the financial terms, Holowan and the Empire will be able to do business, subject to the disclosure terms I laid out earlier….” “INCOMING COMMUNICATION FROM HOLOWAN STATION,” the lone droid seated at a helm position at the front of the bridge suddenly interrupted with a raspy, metallic voice. Its slender head rotated around to look towards the Muun Administrator as it continued, “WE HAVE AN EMERGENCY RECALL DUE TO AN UNKNOWN THREAT ENTERING THE MYGEETO SYSTEM. WAITING ON ORDERS, ADMINISTRATOR DEMIL.” Mals Demil stood dumbfounded for a few long moments, trying to find the words he needed to say. “A threat of some kind? Can you specify?” “NEGATIVE,” the droid responded, its head still spun around unnaturally. It was a little disconcerting thinking that the droid was watching them and flying the ship at the same time. Sauld knew it was just an illusion of sorts, that the droid had no actual control of the ship, but still the appearance was there. “If you could be so kind as to put me into contact with the Blitzwing, Administrator,” Reija’s words had the feel of an order despite the wording of a request. “I need to know what is happening before we proceed.” “A threat, what kind of threat?” Mals Demil was stammering still, as if all signs of composure had left him. “Maybe, maybe we shouldn’t go back. We’ll be at risk.” “Please,” Reija flashed Demil a disappointed look. “The Empire had a significant military presence in system; there is no threat that can’t be handled. We must first contact the Blitzwing, and then return to the system. We will return and lend support, there is no question.” “Of course there is a question,” Demil spat as his mechanical servo’s took on more of a grinding characteristic as he grew agitated, his mechanical eye opening wide, “I will not put my creation at risk for no reason. This ship is far too important to be placed in harm’s way. She’s the only prototype, she’s unique. I won’t return blindly to the system if she is to be at risk.” “Am I to have a care Muun? Really….,” Reija said quietly with a hint of menace. “First I want a communications channel opened to Mygeeto and the Blitzwing. From there our next move will be determined. This may be nothing more than pirates or brigands you’re fussing about. Take a breath, get yourself together and think. Humor an old man.” “Fine, open the channel,” Demil wavered looking toward the helm droid, the iris of his mechanical eye returning to its normal size. The helm droid’s head looked toward Demil, then toward Reija, almost appearing to be in thought, before opening the communication link to the Blitzwing. “But we’re not going back there till we’re sure it’s safe. Am I clear? This could be the Vong even, or something worse.” Reija ignored the Muun and stepped up to the communication console on the bridge’s port side. There were few threats to the Empire at this point. The Vong were defeated, though they still had one or two fleets roaming around that may not yet have surrendered their weapons. The Empire itself was aligned within the Galactic Alliance, making an attack by the former New Republic very unlikely as well. Whatever this development was at Mygeeto, investigation and caution was called for. Sauld would have to think on the problem for a few moments before deciding on his next move. The Muun was falling apart, but still had command of the entire vessel. How could he wrest control of the ship from its Muun commander with only two stormtroopers at his command? It didn’t seem very likely, but hopefully it would not come to that. Perhaps this single communication would put all their fears to rest. -----signature----- I am forever seeking the damutek of Hooley Krekk Oh, woe! Oh, misery! Oh, unhappiness. Hooley Krekk where are you?
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imperial_Warlord5 Registered: Dec '05	Date Posted: 8/7 4:33pm Subject: RE: In The Remnant - Date Edited: 8/7 4:34pm (1 edits total) Edited By: imperial_Warlord5
	things arent going well for the business deal with the empire and why do i have a feeling by the end of this the empire wont be purchasing theses new droid battleships
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