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[Lorcan]

Another day, another shite-tip he was sent to kick over.

Lorcan loved his job.

And this time he didn’t have to play nice with some red-skinned weaklings with delusions of grandeur based on ancient Sith giving them the Dark Side equivalent of a pity fuck. No, he got to actually engage on a planet that had actually bothered to have an industrial revolution, even! Sure, they’d managed to fuck up the landing of said revolution so badly that it was amazing the whole place wasn’t on fire, but still.

Progress!

Most of the planet had even moved away from the culture of the local bugs that had managed to crawl their way out of their collective asses long enough to evolve. But what they did have on the planet was a massive underground complex where they built CIS droids. Lorcan didn’t have much of an opinion on droids but he wasn’t here to form one – he was here to secure the facility so Stolas could use it for whatever the fuck he wanted to use it for.

Lorcan didn’t really care what the man wanted to use it for because he was being paid to do the job, not care about it.

Now if only he had been sent alone rather than being sent with the Angry Red Porcupine and Goth GF Redhead Special Edition. He could accomplish the mission alone but he supposed he would drag the two of them along with him. Standing outside the entrance to the facility, Lorcan chewed on some gum underneath his helmet.

The door looked like it was fit for a vault and he kicked it once before shrugging a little bit, his weapons moving ever so slightly as he did so.

“You two got the glow-sticks to melt the locks right?” he asked, noisily chewing as he did so, “If you don’t, I can always blow it up I guess.”

Left unsaid was that Stolas wanted the facility – which implied he wanted it at least somewhat intact. Also left unsaid, by Lorcan, was that if neither of these Sith had their lightsabers then they were about as fucking useful as a screen door on a star destroyer.

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[Saragnayan]

Hrist had forgone the identity of the Mandalorian Sith she usually donned around when doing certain tasks for the Sith Order, opting to undertake this mission as herself for once. Saragnayan was most probably in the shit list of the Sith Lord her former studeng had offended so the persona was cast aside in the meantime. The displeasure and disappointment she felt towards Xeno was still present, something she barely even tried to conceal.

Suited up for the task at hand, Hrist spared the Legionnaire a glance when he asked his silly question, uncaring of the way she could hear him chewing even with his helmet on. Under any circumstances she would frowned at the clear lack of manners, but she decided to let the man off the hook. With a flick of her wrist and a tug from the Force, one of the lightsabers clipped to her belt flew into her waiting hand.

"For you, Mister Legionnaire? I have two," she replied playfully, igniting her saber with a snap-hiss. Hrist made quick work of the locks, the iron melting under the concentrated heat of plasma before falling to the ground.

Hrist took a step back before pushing the door open with the Force. Sweeping her hand in a grand gesture, the female Marauder curtsied at her companions and pointed at the facility.

"After you, gentlemen."

The phrase "ladies first" was, surprisingly, lost on Hrist.

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[Darth Draugr]

Another job for the Sith. Though this time it was the first Xeno would attend after his... disagreements with the Sith Lord that made quick work of him at the party. Xeno has healed since his unforgiving fall from the balcony. The bacta tanks were a great service for the process. Plus his former master Saragnayan was able to help him, but the Woman behind her was still displeased. Believe that is what hurts the most.

Nevertheless, Xeno needs to keep pushing on and make good on his mission if he is to earn his way to the light of 'not hated as much' for the sake of living. He wasn't alone on this mission, he got stuck with some loud smacking Legionnaire with little to no manners. More annoying than Artorigas' ego for sure. Then there was Hrist.. the woman he fell for. Yea.. she's mad right now so he'll just play it safe.. by not speaking.

When the quip from Lorcan came, Hrist was quick to answer. She has always been one to show manners even when she's killing a person so it wasn't unexpected there. The Zabrak was still upset with himself, so he planned to use his anger to his advantage if he can. The comments exchanged between the two in front of him were like nails on a chalkboard.

Without any expression Xeno walked into the establishment, it was time to see what the Sith needed from this place.

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[Lorcan]

Well neither of the Sith were going to be making it onto his life day card list but at least the woman didn't have the same amount of input as a houseplant. He pointedly eyed the Spiked Red Potted Posy for a moment before shrugging a little bit and beginning to make his way forward. Naturally he did the polite thing and lead the way as the Sith woman had suggested.

Be rude not to get a move on, right? He wasn't a gentleman but she didn't need to know that. Far as she needed to know, he'd be the kind of person she could bring home to the folks - if she really didn't like them continuing to breathe then he might offer that as an option anyway if she could pay.

But he was getting off track.

CIS droids needed smashing, minimize property damage - that was what he remembered Stolas saying, though he had admittedly been slightly distracted at the time. Stolas had been wearing another of his fancy robes and this one had patterns on it that he swore were supposed to work as optical illusions. It had made him seriously want to tear the damned thing off the Sith Lord and set it on fire but... that would probably come out of his pay.

"Oh look!" he declared, stepping forward, "A rusty, dusty old freight elevator down into the droid infested bowels of this shit-heap. Neat!"

Moving up to the console, he tapped it a few times and entered an override they had been given so that it would actually venture down to the droid levels. As the doors began to shut he, naturally, didn't warn the Marvelous Spiked Footstool or the Redheaded Gentleman Wisher he was doing so - their fault if they slowed down too much. But as he was doing that, he spoke up.

"Alright so what's your thing?" he asked them loudly, "You know, what's your gimmick? All you forcies have a gimmick. Can you just higher, run faster, disappoint the ladies the most, swing hardest - whatever. Give me something to work with to use tactics. Oh, right..."

He looked over his shoulder at them.

"I forget you guys tend to think you're above that sort of thing. Tactics is defined by the Alderaanian Basic Dictionary as... ah I'll forward it to you."

He forwarded the link to their datapads.

"So what'sa ya thing?"

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[Saragnayan]

Following the Legionnaire whose name she didn't bother asking while they ventured into the complex was one thing. Hearing him speak, seemingly with every intention to be an annoying sack of flesh and bones, was another. The duration of their interaction wasn't even reaching the five-minute mark yet and Hrist's patience was already beginning to deteriorate. Her calm expression belied her growing annoyance, and Xeno being the only other Force-sensitive in the vicinity would easily sense his fellow Marauder's irritation. At least her dear Zabrak had the common sense to keep his mouth shut so as not to incite more of Hrist's wrath. She would only speak to him only if she wanted to.

She simply smiled at the Legionnaire as he continued to run his mouth, his intent clear through the Force. If he wanted to leave the two Sith behind because they were slow, then who was she to stop him? But no, that simply wouldn't do. Hrist ignored the chime of her own datapad in favor of drawing the Force within herself before channeling its energies towards the freighter elevator with a thought. The closing doors would slow as she held them and the elevator itself using the Force, and Hrist began to follow after the man, expecting to have Xeno walking behind her.

The female Marauder stepped in beside the Legionnaire, and the doors would only rattle shut after Xeno had entered the elevator himself.

"If you're ever in need of lightning, me and my fellow Marauder would be willing to provide," she replied after a moment's silence. The lift rattled noisily as it descended, bits of dust and rust falling over them. "If it's fire you need, I can offer you some." There was no point in discussing what she could do to sentient beings with the use of the Dark Side of the Force – unless she took a fancy to use them on the Legionnaire himself, if only to shut him up temporarily (or permanently).

And besides, if he was so convinced that Force-users like herself thought themselves to be above the use of tactics in battles or missions, Hrist wouldn't waste her breath in correcting him. Let the man think and assume. Watching the Legionnaire blast his way through CIS droids would be amusing.


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[Darth Draugr]

His former master was able to take care of the talking portion as far Lorcan went. Thankfully so too. Xeno was not amused by the presence of another jack wagon that though he could treat anyone how he wanted. If it were up to the Zabrak Marauder he would have force pushed Lorcan through the door to get it open, but the more people fighting for the Sith the better. Plus he was sure if the man was this full of himself Hrist would fry him from the inside out.

Looking around Xeno had no signs of life or machines in operable status. A good sign for now, but the Sith would need to be prepared for a sudden attack as a group. The droids were designed to kill Jedi from the old days before the Empire. That means in theory they could kill Sith as well. Sharp eyes and silence would be smart but with the human running his mouth the whole time the CIS droids will be able to find their location faster than ever.

"It would be smart to keep your trap shut. These droids were built to kill force users. Imagine how easy killing you would be."

Xeno would let his healed vocal chords speak in a deeper tone than he had before. The affects of the branches had caused for his chords to realign wrong making his voice deeper. The sound of a true Sith as most would imagine came. Xeno stood watching the doors. Not even paying mind to look at Lorcan. No the yellow eyes remained trained on the doors for the mission. All blabber from the nitwit was unnecessary to pay mind to. He just didn't want to compromise the mission.

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[Lorcan]

So the female Sith was basic as fuck, complete with a love for shocking people because she clearly didn't have anything else to wow them with. The Zabrak kind of just rolled with the idea that he could be intimidating - as if someone talking like they'd tried to deep-throat a cement mixer was in anyway anything other than just laughable. Instead of being intimidated, he just raised an eyebrow underneath his helmet and popped a bubble with his chewing gum.

Well, the chick had at least given him some kind of 'insight' to use when they got to combat. The Zabrak was busy trying to pretend he had an over-sized cock or something. If he did, the dude might even have a use to some people but, as it was, he was still useless to Lorcan. If he didn't have any skills to report, it made sense for him to try and lash out with what little intellect he managed to eek out.

"Neat, you watched a history holo, make sure your Master gives you a cookie or something."

The lift shuddered as it came to a stop.

Lorcan rolled his neck slightly, loosening his muscles up slightly as he waited for the doors to open. Upon opening, Lorcan just smiled as a couple of B1 Battledroids just looked up at the trio as the doors opened. It was clear that they were not expecting anything to actually come out of the lift.

"H-hey! You're not authorized to be here!"

Laughing, Lorcan blasted the rear-most droid in the chest with his wrist blaster before using his blaster rifle to smash the closest one into the wall. As the spindly droid tried to recover, he spun the rifle and shot a single shot into the pitiful droid's head. He sighed in relief as he started on down the corridor, reaching a split in the road as it were - three different directions and all without signs. Lorcan hummed once as he eyed the corridors leading off from each other them.

He knew exactly where he was and exactly where he needed to go but let it never be said he was a team player. Lorcan turned to the two Sith and gestured toward the split in the road.

"Lead on glorious Sith Superiors."

Spoiler: Dice

Rolled a natural 20 - Lorcan has most of the area memorized but he's not sharing it if not asked.

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[Saragnayan]

Oh, so her dear former student chose to finally speak! Hrist would have ignored the Zabrak but there were things more hurtful and torturous than giving someone the cold shoulder. The Legionnaire's surface thoughts were as irritating as his voice, and while it would be too easy to simply snap his neck the female Marauder knew that he still had his uses.

The armored and helmeted man at least seemed to have an experience working with Force-sensitives, given the unimpressed air around him when Hrist supplied him with the basics of what she could do with the Force. If the Legionnaire expected her to bare everything for his own satisfaction, then she would be more than happy to leave him with nothing but disappointment. Let the bastard entertain his own thoughts – she wasn't here to impress, anyway. And besides, a sensible lady never revealed all her cards so carelessly.

Hrist simply walked out of the elevator as the Legionnaire entertained himself by inflicting violence upon the battle droids. Leaning casually against the wall as the man finished wiping the floor with the droids, the female Sith glanced down the corridor, head tilting to the side as she regarded the three entryways.

"Lead on? Oh my," she exclaimed in mock innocence, ruby gaze settling to inspect her fingernails. "Does this mean you do not know the way, too? How unfortunate!"

He seemed to be the type to know what he was doing, and Hrist wouldn't honestly be surprised if the Legionnaire actually knew the way. It would be easy to rip the information from his mind, and while the thought was tempting she decided to simply stay the urge. If he knew and didn't want to share – what, to see a pair of Sith flounder around like fools? – for the shits and giggles, why not humor him?

"Should we split up?" she continued in that same innocent tone. "More chances of dying that way, right? How about you take the path in the middle, Mister Legionnaire, and leave the rest to me and dear Xeno over here?"

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[Darth Draugr]

It was clear this legionnaire was full of himself. It was time to ignore his comments about the cookie. He knew the cookies weren't an option. Not anymore at least. What he did know was an option was completing this mission for the Sith and claiming his spot as a Lord. It will take a few more missions but he will be ready to get to the status of a Lord at some point. This Legionnaire, even with Xeno at a Marauder level, will take a hefty ass whipping from the red Zabrak.

When the doors opened, the Legionnaire decided to try and impress the Sith by taking out all of the droids in front of him. How cute. Xeno stood back as did Hrist. It was clear the Sith were not impressed. When every droid in front of them were down Xeno began walking towards the three passage ways ahead.

"I agree with Hrist, I will go left.. Hrist right. As long as you don't try too hard to compensate for something missing then you should live. Now go.. legionnaire."

His voice was commanding, and his eyes looked the low life human up and down. After a scoff, Xeno turned towards his passage way and began to walk down it ready to fight whatever came his way. It was a slightly long corridor with a large room towards the end. The Zabrak couldn't feel any lifeforms ahead of him. Which he figured was common, seeing as how it was droids he would be preparing for. Slowly he made his way into the light of a group of B1 Battle Droids. There were 6 in total, all guarding a door with their guns prepped and aimed at Xeno.

"Put your hands in the air, you are outnumbered."

Xeno simply smirked as he used the force to pull his lightsabers to his hands, and ignited them by his sides.

"No.. I believe I have the numbers advantage..."

"Fire on the red one!"

Blaster bolts firing in the direction of Xeno were all wild and out of control. The red blades would reflect all blaster bolts easily as he made his way forward. Using the force with one hand, still grasping his lightsaber hilt with his thumb, he would force push the group into a nearby wall. All but one would deactivate. The last droid tried grabbing the nearest blaster rifle, but failed as Xeno's blade swept to the side takign the robotic arm of the droid clean off.

"Wait!"

It was too late though, Xeno had clipped his sabers back onto his belt as they deactivated and would use the force to crush the head of the droid.

"Now.. time to find what we came for."

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[Lorcan]

Few things helped to clear Lorcan's mind like some violence, especially against beings that would have done the same to him. As someone who had taken leave of their 'right mind' some years ago, Lorcan quite enjoyed the quiet that came after the violence. Of course it was always rather short-lived and his companions did seem to want to keep the conversation going. Most people he insulted so openly would have shut up but they were Sith so he supposed he had poked their pride enough for them to suddenly be chatty.

Still, beat the stoic kind of Sith because they tended to be boring as all nine of the Corellian hells packed in together. Well... most of them. He would say that Stolas was a stoic motherfucker as well but it was obvious to Lorcan that his boss had some unhinged fun to him that made him interesting too.

Something missing?

"I might be missing a sex drive, self-preservation or a brain-to-mouth filter, Spiked for No One's Pleasure, but I don't see how any of that's really relevant." he joked with a bark of laughter, waving the comments off from both of them, "Both so serious... live a little and have fun, won't kill ya. Or maybe it will? I ain't kink shaming."

He didn't mind going straight ahead while the two Sith split up and took a direction each - he knew that Saragnyanyanyanyanyanyanyan was headed in the right direction for the control room but that was fine by him. Lorcan wasn't here to take credit for anything, he was here to get paid and he would get that even though he was being sent in the direction of the deep storage vaults.

Spikey was being sent off toward the droid assembly lines so that promised to be eventful for him.

Keeping his rifle in hand, Lorcan started humming the theme song to an animated show he had caught on the holonet on the way onto the planet. Of course, for security purposes, they comlines would probably be best to remain on. He hoped that meant they enjoyed his hummed rendition of the catchy opening number.

"Think it's time to blow this scene..."

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[Saragnayan]

Waving the Zabrak off with careless dismissal, Hrist smirked at Lorcan the Legionnaire's answering quip to Xeno's command. "So commanding," she commented after her former student had disappeared down the left hall. Turning to the human before he could wander off down the path in the middle, the female Sith added, "That's going to get him surely killed someday."

She might have been irritated at the Legionnaire's attitude, but her ire towards Xeno was still present, not having forgiven him still for the stupid stunt he pulled towards the Sith Lord Raze. Hrist held her ground, watching Lorcan go. Now on her own, the female Marauder gazed at the path before her for a few moments, expression neutral. She reached out through the Force, tracking the only living sentients with her in the facility before stepping forward, hands clasped behind her.

Silence was a commodity she enjoyed, and Hrist herself would have started to hum under her breath but the Legionnaire beat her to it. She had no idea what he was humming and while it annoyed her at first the Marauder simply couldn't find the strength to tell him off. Another smirk pulled the corners of her lips upwards, and she would, for the sole purpose of making this mission somewhat unbearable for Xeno, tell Lorcan, "Don't limit yourself with simply humming that tune, Mister Legionnaire. Might as well sing that out loud while blowing stuff up."

Her path lay unimpeded until her gaze found a pair of B1 Battledroids guarding a door at the end of the hallway. She didn't give the droids a chance to sound the alarm at the sight of an intruder, let alone speak, as she unclasped her hands and curled them into fists while wrapping the Force around the two tin cans. The sound of screeching metal and sparks of electricity briefly cut through the silence in the hall, followed by a crash as she let go of the destroyed droids. Hrist approached and placed a hand on the door's surface, a look of concentration crossing her face, but it was quickly broken as she came to a decision. No, she didn't need to waste her stamina by Phasing through the door just so she could enter. Instead she took a step back, unclipped both her lightsabers, and let them float before her. They activated with a snap-hiss, bathing the hall with a mix of red and purple light. With a flick of both her hands the lightsabers shot forward, melting and cutting through metal haphazardly.

Alarmed voices came from the other side of the door and Hrist withdrew her lightsabers as the door slid open.

"Intruder!"

A blaster bolt flew towards Hrist but she deflected it with her red lightsaber. Shooting the B1 Battledroids – all seven of them – an unimpressed gaze, the Marauder stepped inside the control room and commented, "That's no way to greet a lady."

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[Darth Draugr]

Searching through the halls and rooms, there were just droid after droid after droid. Xeno was uncertain how there could be this many droids still kicking after the clone wars. Their power cells have to be draining to a point that their running on fumes. There was no way they could be as effective as they once were. The Zabrak was continuing to slay every droid in his path. Force push here, lightsaber strike there. They weren't too much of a threat when they were only bunched together in a group of three or four.

Coming to a large door, the Marauder would use the force to pry it open. Ripping the middle open and send the doors to each side sliding open, and revealing a large group of droids.

"Who is that?"

"It doesn't matter fire!!"

Blaster fire starting raining in on Xeno. His blades flowing through the air before him, were sending the lasers back to the droids. He was becoming quite annoyed with these pesky droids. As he would deflect blaster fire, he walked forward and destroyed all droids in his wake. He noticed which droids were doing better than the others. Certain droids were malfunctioning due to their batteries running low. Xeno simply ignored those droids for now as he would fight on.

After fighting he noticed the firing stopped momentarily. He looked around after slaying a B2 Battle Droid to see a Destroyer droideka standing before him. It began firing on the Zabrak. His blades could only reflect so many blasts. He took cover for a moment to think on how to destroy the droideka. When he looked above it he noticed a large metal beam hanging from the ceiling. A grin crept on Xeno's face as he began using the force to pull it down on top of the droideka. It was heavy and he could feel his body tensing as he would pull. Eventually the chords holding it up had snapped and it fell fast.

Droid didn't know what hit it.

"I hate droids.."

After taking a look around, he noticed where he stood. Right in the middle of the assembly lines.

"Great.. I bet the others have it quite easy compared to this."

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[Lorcan]

Deep storage vaults were, well, deep and they held lots of stuff. Lorcan honestly didn't care enough to try and figure out if they contained anything useful - he was a detective, an investigator, but he didn't have any reason to actually want to investigate. Again, like with so many things in the Galaxy these days, Lorcan found himself oh so very numb to it all. It didn't matter, didn't register, and that was fine because he didn't care if it did or not anymore.

SaraNyanCat had her issues with Spikey McEdgelord for some reason and they were tense around each other but that was going to be a source of amusement for another day.

"Oh if only I brought my instruments - I'm one hell of a jizz-wailer."

Honestly, he hoped that the other two were having fun because Lorcan was beginning to think he should have taken the right route and sent one of the Sith down to the vaults. In the end, he was beginning to find that storage vaults didn't actually need to have much security in a base that was already underground and so very protected from the outside. Of course this was the precise moment that he recognized the whine of a repulsor in active use.

Turning around a heavy rack of storage containers, he blinked once at the sight of the patrolling HMP Gunship before ducking back around the storage container.

"If you hear explosions in the distance, just know that I'm having fun."

Stepping back out around the corner he fired once into the side of the gunship, immediately getting it's attention and doing the square root of fuck all in terms of damage.

"HEY! FLYING SAUCER WANNABEE PIECE OF SHIT! COME AND GET ME!"

Time to start evading.

Jizz.

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[Saragnayan]

If Hrist remembered correctly what she had been taught about B1 Battle droids, it was that they were utterly dim-witted. Father told her that they developed different personality quirks, but even that was brought on by a glitch in their programming. As such, the female Marauder observed with mild amusement as one battle droid – the leader of the group, it seemed – hurled one verbal abuse after another while the rest fell down to either her lightsabers, a deflected blaster bolt, or crushed through her use of the Force.

Seven became six, one clanker's head exploding in a shower of sparks and metal as a blaster bolt was deflected back to it. Six became five as Hrist strode forward inside the room purposefully, manipulating one of her lightsabers into severing the closest droid's head from it's body. Five became three when she summoned her lightsabers back to her waiting hands, cutting down another B1 then throwing the purple-bladed saber towards the leader and bisecting it on the process. And as she stood right in front of the controls, the remaining droids were struck by a moment of acceptance that there was nothing they could do to stop the invader from dropping them where they stood.

Lifting both hands towards the direction of two B1s, Hrist wrapped the Force around them before closing her fists – crushing the two tin cans in the process. The droid in the middle let out a surprised squeak before dropping its blaster and raising its hands.

"It looks like the burden of leadership now falls upon you, darling," commented the Marauder, slowly making her way towards the last droid. "I think I'll call you... Anne Droid."

It wasn't even meant as a joke.

The newly-christened B1 surveyed the Epicanthix, and for a droid it was doing an impressive job at looking quite bewildered. "R-Roger–"

"Save your un-breath, Anne" the Marauder dismissed the B1 with a flick of her wrist. She circled the confused droid before beckoning it to follow her towards the control boards. Anne Droid stood beside Hrist at attention, probably wondering why it had been spared and given leadership. "I'm here to inform you that the factory is now under the ownership of Darth Stolas, Lord and Councilor of the Sith Order."

"The Sith Order...?"

Ruby gaze met the droid's optics, one eyebrow rising as she stared at Anne Droid.

"Yes. You're aware that the CIS hasn't emerged victorious yet over your war with the Republic, correct?"

Anne Droid nodded rather reluctantly. Who was this woman? Was she sent here by the General? Were they... were they joining forces with these Sith, this Lord Stolas, so they could finally crush the Republic?

Hrist shifted her gaze towards the controls and gestured at them with one, dainty hand. Lorcan's voice floated from the other end of the comm and she sighed. At least one of them seemed to be having fun. The female Sith suppressed a smirk. The beginnings of a lie continued with a severe frown aimed at the console before her.

"As the new leader of this... factory and the droids within, it is now your duty to tell your rogue associates to stand down and unite under the leadership of Lord Stolas," said Hrist, hands clasped behind her as she turned to fully face Anne Droid. "Tell what remained of your active troops to stand down, have them deactivated and reprogrammed so you may serve your new master well."

The B1 looked as if it was having a hard time processing the information. The Marauder spared it by telling it one truth.

"You've lost the War, Anne. A long, long time ago that you've been reduced into nothing but an antiquity." She titled her head to the side, russet hair falling over her shoulders like a bloody waterfall. "Now is the time to serve a new purpose, to finally win a new war under a most capable leadership." She gestured at the controls once more. "Either you comply or be decommissioned were you stand."

"R-Roger, roger," replied Anne Droid, and for a tin can it's voice seemed to shake at the threat to itself. The B1 hurriedly busied itself with the controls, pushing a button to activate a speaker and began to broadcast an announcement to every corner of the factory addressed to every active droid.

"Standing orders to stand down have been given and received. All droids on active duty are to stand down. All droids are expected to comply under new leadership or else–"

Anne Droid glanced at the Marauder, who in turn shot it an expressionless gaze.

"–or else face being decommissioned."

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[Darth Draugr]

The Zabrak had hated most people, but if there was anything he hated more it'd be droids. Lifeless beings, coming and never feeling pain. Nor did they feel true emotions. They know programming, and what they were made to do. They served only one purpose in life and that was exactly as they were manufactured to do... it was here that Xeno had an epiphany. Hrist.. she was practically programmed. She was made to serve one purpose.. She was emotionless...

Xeno's eyes filled with confusion, with heartbreak. She hadn't felt like he had.. was she using him? Was she trying to manipulate him? Use him to gain a spot of superiority? Fulfill her tasks for her? Do any of her bidding? No she couldn't have been... she cares for him right? She loves him? This.. this wasn't the place to deal with his issues..

"Hey! You can't be in here!"

Or maybe it was..

Xeno's blades would ignite with a blood red light filling the area, his eyes glowing yellow and red. The aroma around him growing dark and evil. He would glare right through the droids that had walked in on him dealing with his issues. Now they must di- be decommissioned for what they were witnessing. With one arm he lifted the group of droids up with the force and started squeezing his hand closed to make a fist slowly. The droids had began to be crushed into a ball, starting with their legs and arms shoving into the main portion of the body along with the head. After successfully creating a group of floating metal balls, he would send them through the door in front of him leading out of the assembly lines.

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[Lorcan]

Evading the laser cannons of the gunship was the order of the day because even a dumbass droid brain/crew wasn't stupid enough to try and use the missiles in such an enclosed environment... yet. He was certain that as it got more and more upset with his continued existence it would get more and more willing to start using it's heaviest weaponry just for the chance to end up. Honestly, he could kind of see where it was coming from.

He also didn't put much stock in his continued existence.

Laughing madly to himself even as he ran, taking quick corners around some of the heavy-duty containers to avoid being blown to smithereens, he couldn't help but think that it was odd he was currently caught in some demented game of cat and mouse. There was probably some meta commentary he could make about how that exact same situation reminded him of the rest of the war but, well, he didn't want to.

One of the medium laser cannon shots blasted apart one of the containers ahead of him, sending debris clattering at him as he raised his arms to protect some of the less armored parts of his body. This caused him to slow down, however, meaning the damned gunship caught up with him.

Grinning, he prepped the missile from his armor and waited for it to make the first move... only it's first move was to park up and power down.

"... my disappointment is immeasurable." he muttered to himself before tapping the comlink, "Guessing you managed to get them to stand down then Nyan?"

Immediately telling them he'd known the right direction to go all along as well.

@Scoobert @Forsythe Crowholde