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It has been fourteen years since Chancellor Palpatine declared the Clone Wars over and remade the Republic to create the Empire. The great Republic was replaced by the Empire which spread over the galaxy gaining control of Republic and Separatist bases across the galaxy. With the rise of the Empire many groups fell including the great Jedi order. Slaughtered during an order given by the newly named Emperor. Several Jedi individuals managed to avoid the slaughter and escaped the fighting only to go into hiding. With the world like this they had new methods to survive. Most becoming solidarity while some tried to blend in. Some of them even grew to fight the Empire and what it stands for. However this meant some of the more traditional Jedi morals needed to be rethought. Meanwhile the former Separatist droid armies were put into storage and disabled to no longer be used as a threat to the Empire.

A former Jedi knight known Falderan who fought during the final stages of the Clone Wars managed to flee as the order for their execution came in. When the order was given he was aboard a Jedi cruiser. If the force didn't alert him to the intentions of the clones he would have perished. But with quick strikes he made short work of them and managed to escape to a shuttle as he went into hiding. For years he fled and searched for something until he realized. The Jedi were done and the Empire rose from the inferno of the order. The Emperor himself set up a group known as the Inquisitorius. A group of force sensitives trained to hunt down the remaining Jedi and any other force sensitives. One of these dark servants tracked Falderan down and through a moment of truth he found what he will do. Putting the ideals of the order behind him he defeated his attacker and began to run. Fleeing into space he realized his new purpose. To hunt down and end the forces of the Empire. An idea set into Sith ideology but in a time where survival was on everyone's mind in a growing Darkness.

Else where in the Galaxy, a long deactivated Droid Factory whirred to life. A lone rusty old Tactical droid walked through it, watching as droid production picked up where it left off. Throughout the factory a number of equally old and rusty battle droids, mostly B-1's, wandered about refueling the various machines in the factory. Outside were a few freighters, which were apparently how hte Droids even arrived. Outside were a small handful of Commando Droids and Super Battle Droids guarding the factory.

"We've delivered the resources and fueled up the factory, Sir." Said a Battle Droid commander. "Good. And the new programming?" The Tactical Droid asked. "It's prepared and installed into the computers, Sir." The Droid said. "Excellent. Perhaps we'll be able to repair ourselves once enough parts have been built." The Tactical Droid said.

The Tactical Droid pulled out a holo communicator. The image of a Geonosian appeared from it. "Your reprogramming of the Battle Droid AIs have been installed. The Factory is up and running again." The Tactical Droid said. The Geonosian clicked and chattered. "Yes. the Factory has been secured for your arrival." The Tactical droid said.

The air was hot and space cramped aboard the small transport shuttle located on a back end outer rim fueling station. Due to the stations size it was useful for these shuttles, able to carry roughly thirty passengers to get from one end to the other. However much to everyone's discomfort it was carrying forty individuals. Fal found himself beside another man who couldn't strop scratching what looked like a rash over his exposed shoulder. He rolled he eyes and looked the other way as the shuttle soon came to a stop. A voice came over a speaker. "Third hanger. Please have a nice day." The droids voice said. Fal pushed through the many on board and got out stretching his back. He wore a brown shirt with a firmly padded dark colored vest over the top and shoulder pads over each shoulder. His clothing came out to cover his waist and his legs were fully covered and boots sealing his feet. Looking over he saw what he was there for. His ship. A small star ship called The Crucible. It was a thin multi leveled vessel with a small cargo bay at the back, medical bay with basic equipment, two quarters with bunked beds, computer controlled back guns, main from guns under the cockpit, an open relaxation room and three storage cupboards. This ship housed him comfortably and with it's hyper drive allowed him to explore the galaxy at his will. The ship ran mostly from tip to thrusters and didn't house much space length wise. It was smaller then most ships of its class but for one person it was perfectly spacious. Entering into his ship Fal detached after having refueled and flew away from the back water station.

On the other side of the system an old Separatist frigate hosting one of the last Geonosians in the galaxy made the quest through light speed to the newly reactivated droid factory. After doing their work for the Empire the insectiod aliens were rewarded with genocide. The Empire butchered them until their home world of Geonosis was lifeless of the once great building race. Having survived this slaughter the Geonosian known as Vikkal Balesor watched with anticipation for his chance to unleash vengeance on the imperial dogs which betrayed his people. Emerging from light speed the frigate began its decent into the planets atmosphere. Four battle droids escorted him to a shuttle in the hanger to take him planet side to witness his newly gained factory.

The Tactical Droid waited outside as the shuttle came down and landed. "Welcome to Tetros, Vikkal." The Tactical Droid said. "Please, follow me." He said, motioning for Vikkal to follow him. The Tactical Droid led Vikkal to one of the command stations in the factory. The holo projector in the room was active, displaying the planet. "Tetros used to be a large trading city for the Separatists. Ever since the Empire took over the multiple cities have since been almost entirely destroyed. There's only one major city left, and an Imperial base, here." The Droid said indicating the imperial base on the hologram. "I have sent probe droids to scout the area around the base. There are massive, and extremely territorial creatures living around the city. Once we had a large enough force of droids I planned to test the new programming with an attack on the base, which can easily be written off as an attack by the local wildlife." The Droid explained.

The Geonosian was more cautious then the tactical droid. As he spoke the aging insectoid alien clicked and buzzed in its language. It would translate to; 'It's a rash move. We cannot expect the Empire to be so gullible. These creatures would certainly not be mixed up with blaster fire. If an attack is to be made more planning is needed. As well as cutting communications." Wandering over to the large window he looked over the droid factory moving and building more Battle Droids. Back during the Clone Wars Vikkal was a producer of droids and designer of factories on the massive hive world of Geonosis. He was there on Geonosis during the first battle when the war broke out. After he saw many millions of droids produced. Marched out into the galaxy when they were one of the two galactic super powers. But now they stood at nothing. Some old frigates and a slowly rusting tactical droid. The droids under their control were still combat ready but ages. This factory wasn't at the level of the Techno Union so Super Battle Droids were impossible to reforge at their original level. Standard Battle Droids and possibly a tank or two could be made but resources were limited at best. All this even after they served loyal for years Emperor Palpatine slaughtered his people and the Separatist Alliance leaders. A genocide he would come to regret. Vikkal wanted to hurt the Empire. A goal he wouldn't achieve easily but vengeance was on his mind for many years.

Flying through light speed Fal examined Imperial channels while flying. For years he gathered numerous pieces of spying tech to hack into and listen to Empire channels. He spied on all forms of channels while looking for key words. Anything relevant to the Empires secret Inquisition and high ranking officers. Very few messages came through with worthy info. But the odd trading post or Imperial scout ships came through with good deals. Fal had for years pestered the outer rim of Imperial ships in rather back water sections. Places where the Empire was extending its grip. But he did go to any form of secret transport deal. This led him to obtaining pieces of former Republic information and old Jedi equipment. He had three successful raids on ships which allowed him to regain several lightsabers belonging to Knights that had fallen when the Empire took over. Fal never let up or showed mercy to those holding these items. He butchered through ships and showed a level of brutality rarely seen in Jedi. His gear of choice was a purple lightsaber he had from his former Jedi days but he gathered some more. A total of five lightsabers two which needed repairs. Two blue and one green he had functioning and kept safely sealed in his ship. However his greatest item was a Jedi holocron. An old item used by the Jedi to send messages and could only be opened by those who were fore sensitive. He obtained this one from his own quarters before fleeing Order 66. It served as a reminder of what he lost, left and would avenge. The Crucible barreled through light speed while he scanned Imperial networks. Hoping to find something of interest.

The Droid thought. Whilst it's AI had gotten upgrades, it still had issues with over confidence. A thought soon occured to the droid. "Perhaps we should acquire help?" The Droid said. "I have heard rumors of a Force sensitive Rebel that frequently targets imperial supply ships, and occasionally would assassinate important imperials." The Droid explained.

Vikkal clicked and sounded off. The translation would be along the lines of. "Force Sensitive? Like the Jedi? No Jedi would ally with our forces. Though it may just be a paranoid rumor." He rubs his chin which had several beard like tendrils hanging shortly off it. Some more sounds are given. "How would we contact this apparent ghost?" He asks the Tactical Droid as his wings gently twitch and flutter.

"We could attempt to track his movements. I may be able to calculate a possible set of pathways the force user may take, based on previous behavior, and current Imperial movements." The Droid said. "We could also possibly hire a Bounty hunter to track him down." The Droid suggested.

More clicks and squeals were sounded. "If the Jedi was so easy to track he would be dead or an Imperial pawn by now." Vikkal looks over to a communications terminal. His wings buzz and he clicks some more. "But maybe sending out a signal? Old separatist channels by this point would have been shut down or abandoned by the Empire. Should we rig up a signal and send it out potentially the Jedi may have the means of detecting it." He ponders before looking back to the tactical droid. Several more clicks. "What have the probe droids reported in with?" He asks considering the risks and rewards after all they have no way of knowing if he was detecting those kinds of signals on in range should this rouge Jedi even exist.

"The Probe Droid has reported in detailing imperial troop numbers, armaments and vehicles. They have about 40 or so troops, including the crew of the outpost, though we have reason to assume that crew also has military training. Save for a single AT-ST their only land vehicles are speeder bikes. Save for the 'heavy' troopers who are armed with rocket launchers. explosives, or blaster cannons, most troops are equipped with standard E-11 blaster rifles." The Droid explained. "We also have reason to believe there is a constant communications signal coming from the base." The Droid explained.

Looking over the factories functions he clicks some more. "How far is this base from the factory? It is likely an outpost or forward base on this planet. Imperial forces aren't in orbit but would likely be nearby." Tapping the terminal he brings up a screen which reads 'seventy six percent online' for the facility. A deep click and several wing beats are given. "Such a base will prove troublesome if they detect the factory."

The Droid nodded in agreement. "Precisely why I think it would be smart to take the base as soon as we can." The droid said. "The base is about 2,358 miles to the East of the Factory." The Droid said. "Do you wish for me to send the signal for the Jedi?" the Droid asked

He clicks and chirps. "No. An Imperial signal would be best. If we can capture that base we can use it's own signals and see Imperial channels. Then we can scan for any reports of this apparent Jedi." He says looking over droid numbers. "The base will need to be infiltrated. Other wise they'll send a distress signal." He says through clicks and chirps. "What's our numbers on Tactical Droids?"

"We have seventy B1 Units, twenty B2 and BX units, eight Droideka Units, and ten Vulture-Class starfighters." The Droid explained. "However, half of our B2 Units and all of our Droideka units are in need of repairs. We currently have more of each Unit in production, but as I'm sure you are aware, our resources are limited and we will not be obtaining a large boost to our troops." The Droid added. "I have a strategy we may be able to make use of." The Droid said. "If we were to send in a squad of BX-Units they may be able to infiltrate and capture the base." The Droid said.

Vikkal activates a hologram of the region on a table. It brings up old scans of the region. Thanks to the probe droids they had rough scans of there the base was. Vikkal clicks. "Please show me your plan." He instructs.

The Droid nodded. "We will pick a squad of BX Units. We have a few Land speeders, enough to transport the squad, and have them drive to this mountain range. Here they will leave the speeders and make their way to the base on foot. During night the have very few guards out. The posts have plenty of space between them, allowing our Units to sneak up on one of the Guards and take them out. From there our Units will disguise themselves in the storm trooper armor they obtain from the guards they take out. At midnight the Guards change shifts, and our Units will take out those Guards as well before infiltrating the base and taking out as many troops on the inside with stealth as they are able to." The Droid said. "Thankfully, the Base is a repurposed base from the clone wars that we were able to get the schematics of. A small portion of the squad will break off and secure the communications bridge, whilst the rest of the droids continue to eliminate the imperials inside." The Droid explained.

Vikkal clicks and chirps while examining the plan. "We will only have one shot. Should the droids be discovered Imperial forces will be called in immediately." He says with deep concern. "When will they be ready to deploy?" He buzzes back.

"We will send them now. It will be a six hour trip in total. I will have the droids board one of our freighters and have it carry them most of the distance before having them transition to seeder, and then to foot." The Droid said. "They will be dropped off, here." The droid said, indicating a spot on the hologram that was a good 40 miles away from the base. "It will take the droids four hours to get to the drop off location, than an hour and a half to get to the second check point, and thirty minutes to make it to the base. By the time they arrive hte first shift of Guard duty should be half over, giving them an hour to take out the first shift, and then the second." The droid explained.

Chittering and the clamoring of wings is given off. "This plan better work. We're entrusting our whole operation on not being discovered. Maintain constant communications with them." He wanders to continuing watching the factory in motion. "I want constant communication and any visuals available."

"Yes Sir." The Droid said, before heading off in the factory to send the droids. Ten BX droids, or Commando Droids, were chosen from the troops. They armed themselves, before boarding the Freighter and heading off. The Hours passed, with Vikka clearly on edge. The Commando droids were mostly silent. They weren't programmed to feel fear, at least not in the same sense as most organics. The Freighter dropped them off and they continued on with their speeders. They reached the checkpoint and left their speeders and made their way to the base on foot.