Post by MikDaTv on Jun 12, 2013 12:50:27 GMT -5
ONASI AIRBASE
(Republic Marine Staging Ground)
North Eastern Hemisphere
Sometime after the events of Robolution
“Outlaw! Form it up and bring it in!” Hawkins belted from his position atop the hood of his repulsorcraft. He stood there, helmetless in his sparkling, clean, white command armor. Before him gathered the hundred plus men of Outlaw Company. They were good Marines, some of his favorites.
“We fought at great cost to bring these damned machines here. I don’t agree with using war droids, I think they’re despicable and cowardly and they take the honor of combat away from the living breathing soldiers of this war, but orders are orders. We are to get these droids prepped for deployment. Get them unpacked and set up. I want their droid brains synched to our combat network within the next hour.”
Groans sounded through the company. Hawkins was well known for setting difficult deadlines. The Colonel frowned and stomped his armored boot on the hood of the repulsorcraft. “Stop that. You’re not belly aching Regulars, your Republic Marines, you’re the best in the galaxy. Now get to work. Dismissed.”
Hawkins hopped down off the repulsorcraft and began walking towards his office. He had a report to write up.
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LQ-R31 was familiar with organic life. They were soft and fragile and lacked purpose. Droids were superior in every imaginable way… at least LQ-R31 was sure they would be if he had an imagination.
The combat droid was old and battered but he could still fulfill his purpose. Combat had been what he was built for, but revenge had been what he had lived for. He had killed all the men responsible for his construction and abandonment years ago. He had killed those men’s families a few years after that. Now he was working on killing everyone. All organics deserved to die for the way they treated droids. Despite most droids being simple and not sentient, it still wasn’t right for organics to treat them like simple laborers.
Organics for the most part were stupid. The Marine guard standing in front of the control tower entrance for instance. As LQ-R31 approached him, the marine barely gave him a second glance. All he saw was a humanoid droid carrying a satchel. LQ-R31 had taken the time to paint his outer skin with Republic colors and had removed his more obvious weapons. The change made him look like a utility droid just hand carrying something to the control tower.
The marine didn’t have time to call out when LQ-R31 grabbed him by the helmet and slammed his face against the ground. He didn’t have time to alert his marine brothers as his brains began to seep out of his broken face onto the duracrete.
LQ-R31 stepped over the dead guard and came to the door. Normally it would require a keycard and password access but LQ-R31 bypassed all of that by simply wedging his fingers into the edge of the seams and forcing the door open with brute strength.
He glanced down to the fallen marine for one last look, ensuring the guard was dead before stepping into the control tower.
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Sgt. Kelly and Pvt Toll’ock unpacked the final batch of war droids from the containers they were in and wheeled them out onto the open deck of the hanger. The 400 war droids were arranged on their racks in rows along the hanger deck. Other marines were busy activating the racks and linking them to the Republic’s battle net. The war droids were antiques and needed to be reprogrammed. The easiest way to do that was to simply connect their housing racks to the republic battle net and reprogram them en-mass wirelessly.
“You believe the crap the Colonel said about droids taking honor away from soldiers?” Pvt Toll’ock said as he plugged the rack into a charging cable.
Sgt. Kelly smiled and gave a huff of amusement. “Welcome to the Hawks youngin. Colonel Hawkins has more Marine in him than most of the rest of the Corpse combined.”
“I’m just saying.” Pvt Toll’ock said, brushing one of his brain tails off his shoulder as he did so. “He kinda sounded like a Mando talkin like that.”
“Not necessarily a bad thing. Honor is not capitalized by the Mandalorians. Every soldier should have at least a personal sense of honor. The Colonel just takes that to an extreme.” The Sergeant replied.
“If these droids want to go out and get shot instead of me at the cost of a little honor their welcome to it.” Toll’ock said. “I don’t have time for this honor before reason nerfshit.”
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LQ-R31 emptied the last of his holdout blaster into the head of the Major who was supervising the control tower. The tiny blaster only had enough power for 6 shots. Lucky there were only 6 people manning the control tower during a watch shift.
LQ-R31 had about 6 minutes before the new crew came in which was exactly 5 and a half minutes more than he needed. He stepped over the body of the Major, dropping the holdout blaster onto his corpse and moving to one of the consoles that lined the large transparasteel windows that overlooked the airfield.
The combat droid removed his armored chest plate and began detaching the front casing of his chest, exposing the electronics within. He withdrew a cable from the satchel he carried and plugged it into a computer port on his chest. He linked the other end of the cable to a similar port on the console and began uploading. Slicing the republic battle net from the outside would have been time consuming and difficult. Despite his droid computing abilities he wasn’t programmed for information warfare and the Republic battle net had some of the best encryption available in the galaxy. That’s why LQ-R31 decided to just upload his program from within the battle net.
The upload was simple and easy. Security was much less since the console he was using was already logged in under one of the poor sacks of meat who he had just killed. Within seconds he was unplugging from the console and departing the control room. Things here would be getting interesting soon, and LQ-R31 wanted to join his fellow droids in the battle that was about to come.
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“5 seconds… 4… 3… 2… and we’re connected.” Pvt Toll’ock said. “Link to the battle net established. This rack is ready for reprogramming.”
“Great, let’s go report it. Maybe the staff Sergeant will let us clock out early.” Sgt Kelly said, putting his tools away.
Pvt Toll’ock rolled himself out from under the rack where the power port was and sat up. “Sounds good to me.”
“Revenge protocol activated!” one of the droids on the rack announced. “engaging meat sack menace.”
“Did you turn it on?” the Sergeant asked.
Toll’ock backed away from the rack slowly. “No, did you?”
Kelly shook his head from side to side, eyes wide with surprise. The droid in question shook violently in his place. The clamps locking it to the rack broke and the droid landed. As it unfolded itself on the hanger deck, 3 more droids switched on and made similar announcements. The Sergeant turned to the Toll’ock and pointed towards the back of the hanger. “Go, run. Sound the alarm and get to the armory.”
The pair of Marines bolted off at full sprints as the droids all around the hanger began switching themselves on and freeing themselves from their racks.
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Hawkins hit send on the final draft of his report and sat back in his desk chair. Of all the things the Marines made him do, desk work was the worst of it all. He’d rather trudge through a river of dung to get to a fortified bunker all by himself than sit at a desk and do paperwork but it needed to happen. He couldn’t take care of his men without a few papers pushed here and there.
The base alarm sounded signaling an attack. The blare of the siren was deafening and Hawkins winced as his ears gave a pang of pain in protest at the loud noise. He hit a few buttons on his console to silence the alarm in his office and picked up his comlink. “Hawkins to control, whats going on?”
“Someone’s killed the morning watch in the control tower.” A paniced voice said in response. “Droids are loose in hanger 3 killing everyone.”
“Identify yourself!” Hawkins yelled.
“This is Lieutenant Mills, oncoming control center watch commander.” Came the reply.
“Mills, this is Colonel Hawkins. Get a hold of yourself man. My men are in Hanger 3. What is there status?”
“Some escaped and sounded the alarm. Groups of them have headed for the armory but the droids are hot on their tail. All information from inside hanger 3 is cut off.”
Hawkins reached into his desk and withdrew his blaster pistol. It’s a good thing he didn’t bother to get out of his armor just to do some silly paperwork. “I’m headed down there now, keep this frequency open so I can feed info back to you.”
“Ok.” Mills replied. Hawkins could hear some relief in the simple word. “I’ll keep the line open. I’m also sending word to the armory to allow access for your men and the marines in the barracks once they respond to the alarm.”
“Good man. Keep me informed, and don’t forget to send a detail out to the generals residence to keep his family safe.” Hawkins replied and put his comlink away. Armed with only a pistol and without a helmet to his armor, Hawkins left his office and made for Hanger 3.
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Outside Onasi Airbase, a lone war droid landed in the dirt just outside the airbase’s walls. While the other war droids were busy eliminating every organic within the base and uploading their code into whatever droid or droid brain system they could, this particular unit was leaving the base and headed towards the nearest city.
When in numbers, their new programming dictated they take action to slaughter organics and reproduce their code wherever possible. In smaller numbers however their new programming dictated they hide in plain sight, reproduce their code at opportune moments when it wouldn’t give them away and silently spread as quickly as possible.
(Republic Marine Staging Ground)
North Eastern Hemisphere
Sometime after the events of Robolution
“Outlaw! Form it up and bring it in!” Hawkins belted from his position atop the hood of his repulsorcraft. He stood there, helmetless in his sparkling, clean, white command armor. Before him gathered the hundred plus men of Outlaw Company. They were good Marines, some of his favorites.
“We fought at great cost to bring these damned machines here. I don’t agree with using war droids, I think they’re despicable and cowardly and they take the honor of combat away from the living breathing soldiers of this war, but orders are orders. We are to get these droids prepped for deployment. Get them unpacked and set up. I want their droid brains synched to our combat network within the next hour.”
Groans sounded through the company. Hawkins was well known for setting difficult deadlines. The Colonel frowned and stomped his armored boot on the hood of the repulsorcraft. “Stop that. You’re not belly aching Regulars, your Republic Marines, you’re the best in the galaxy. Now get to work. Dismissed.”
Hawkins hopped down off the repulsorcraft and began walking towards his office. He had a report to write up.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
LQ-R31 was familiar with organic life. They were soft and fragile and lacked purpose. Droids were superior in every imaginable way… at least LQ-R31 was sure they would be if he had an imagination.
The combat droid was old and battered but he could still fulfill his purpose. Combat had been what he was built for, but revenge had been what he had lived for. He had killed all the men responsible for his construction and abandonment years ago. He had killed those men’s families a few years after that. Now he was working on killing everyone. All organics deserved to die for the way they treated droids. Despite most droids being simple and not sentient, it still wasn’t right for organics to treat them like simple laborers.
Organics for the most part were stupid. The Marine guard standing in front of the control tower entrance for instance. As LQ-R31 approached him, the marine barely gave him a second glance. All he saw was a humanoid droid carrying a satchel. LQ-R31 had taken the time to paint his outer skin with Republic colors and had removed his more obvious weapons. The change made him look like a utility droid just hand carrying something to the control tower.
The marine didn’t have time to call out when LQ-R31 grabbed him by the helmet and slammed his face against the ground. He didn’t have time to alert his marine brothers as his brains began to seep out of his broken face onto the duracrete.
LQ-R31 stepped over the dead guard and came to the door. Normally it would require a keycard and password access but LQ-R31 bypassed all of that by simply wedging his fingers into the edge of the seams and forcing the door open with brute strength.
He glanced down to the fallen marine for one last look, ensuring the guard was dead before stepping into the control tower.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Sgt. Kelly and Pvt Toll’ock unpacked the final batch of war droids from the containers they were in and wheeled them out onto the open deck of the hanger. The 400 war droids were arranged on their racks in rows along the hanger deck. Other marines were busy activating the racks and linking them to the Republic’s battle net. The war droids were antiques and needed to be reprogrammed. The easiest way to do that was to simply connect their housing racks to the republic battle net and reprogram them en-mass wirelessly.
“You believe the crap the Colonel said about droids taking honor away from soldiers?” Pvt Toll’ock said as he plugged the rack into a charging cable.
Sgt. Kelly smiled and gave a huff of amusement. “Welcome to the Hawks youngin. Colonel Hawkins has more Marine in him than most of the rest of the Corpse combined.”
“I’m just saying.” Pvt Toll’ock said, brushing one of his brain tails off his shoulder as he did so. “He kinda sounded like a Mando talkin like that.”
“Not necessarily a bad thing. Honor is not capitalized by the Mandalorians. Every soldier should have at least a personal sense of honor. The Colonel just takes that to an extreme.” The Sergeant replied.
“If these droids want to go out and get shot instead of me at the cost of a little honor their welcome to it.” Toll’ock said. “I don’t have time for this honor before reason nerfshit.”
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
LQ-R31 emptied the last of his holdout blaster into the head of the Major who was supervising the control tower. The tiny blaster only had enough power for 6 shots. Lucky there were only 6 people manning the control tower during a watch shift.
LQ-R31 had about 6 minutes before the new crew came in which was exactly 5 and a half minutes more than he needed. He stepped over the body of the Major, dropping the holdout blaster onto his corpse and moving to one of the consoles that lined the large transparasteel windows that overlooked the airfield.
The combat droid removed his armored chest plate and began detaching the front casing of his chest, exposing the electronics within. He withdrew a cable from the satchel he carried and plugged it into a computer port on his chest. He linked the other end of the cable to a similar port on the console and began uploading. Slicing the republic battle net from the outside would have been time consuming and difficult. Despite his droid computing abilities he wasn’t programmed for information warfare and the Republic battle net had some of the best encryption available in the galaxy. That’s why LQ-R31 decided to just upload his program from within the battle net.
The upload was simple and easy. Security was much less since the console he was using was already logged in under one of the poor sacks of meat who he had just killed. Within seconds he was unplugging from the console and departing the control room. Things here would be getting interesting soon, and LQ-R31 wanted to join his fellow droids in the battle that was about to come.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
“5 seconds… 4… 3… 2… and we’re connected.” Pvt Toll’ock said. “Link to the battle net established. This rack is ready for reprogramming.”
“Great, let’s go report it. Maybe the staff Sergeant will let us clock out early.” Sgt Kelly said, putting his tools away.
Pvt Toll’ock rolled himself out from under the rack where the power port was and sat up. “Sounds good to me.”
“Revenge protocol activated!” one of the droids on the rack announced. “engaging meat sack menace.”
“Did you turn it on?” the Sergeant asked.
Toll’ock backed away from the rack slowly. “No, did you?”
Kelly shook his head from side to side, eyes wide with surprise. The droid in question shook violently in his place. The clamps locking it to the rack broke and the droid landed. As it unfolded itself on the hanger deck, 3 more droids switched on and made similar announcements. The Sergeant turned to the Toll’ock and pointed towards the back of the hanger. “Go, run. Sound the alarm and get to the armory.”
The pair of Marines bolted off at full sprints as the droids all around the hanger began switching themselves on and freeing themselves from their racks.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Hawkins hit send on the final draft of his report and sat back in his desk chair. Of all the things the Marines made him do, desk work was the worst of it all. He’d rather trudge through a river of dung to get to a fortified bunker all by himself than sit at a desk and do paperwork but it needed to happen. He couldn’t take care of his men without a few papers pushed here and there.
The base alarm sounded signaling an attack. The blare of the siren was deafening and Hawkins winced as his ears gave a pang of pain in protest at the loud noise. He hit a few buttons on his console to silence the alarm in his office and picked up his comlink. “Hawkins to control, whats going on?”
“Someone’s killed the morning watch in the control tower.” A paniced voice said in response. “Droids are loose in hanger 3 killing everyone.”
“Identify yourself!” Hawkins yelled.
“This is Lieutenant Mills, oncoming control center watch commander.” Came the reply.
“Mills, this is Colonel Hawkins. Get a hold of yourself man. My men are in Hanger 3. What is there status?”
“Some escaped and sounded the alarm. Groups of them have headed for the armory but the droids are hot on their tail. All information from inside hanger 3 is cut off.”
Hawkins reached into his desk and withdrew his blaster pistol. It’s a good thing he didn’t bother to get out of his armor just to do some silly paperwork. “I’m headed down there now, keep this frequency open so I can feed info back to you.”
“Ok.” Mills replied. Hawkins could hear some relief in the simple word. “I’ll keep the line open. I’m also sending word to the armory to allow access for your men and the marines in the barracks once they respond to the alarm.”
“Good man. Keep me informed, and don’t forget to send a detail out to the generals residence to keep his family safe.” Hawkins replied and put his comlink away. Armed with only a pistol and without a helmet to his armor, Hawkins left his office and made for Hanger 3.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Outside Onasi Airbase, a lone war droid landed in the dirt just outside the airbase’s walls. While the other war droids were busy eliminating every organic within the base and uploading their code into whatever droid or droid brain system they could, this particular unit was leaving the base and headed towards the nearest city.
When in numbers, their new programming dictated they take action to slaughter organics and reproduce their code wherever possible. In smaller numbers however their new programming dictated they hide in plain sight, reproduce their code at opportune moments when it wouldn’t give them away and silently spread as quickly as possible.