KESSEL
Quadrant 12
23:11
It0 half stumbled his way to a prone position atop the rocky outcropping. Fumbling the electrobinoculars from his bag, he examined the facility in the canyon below. The terrain beyond the viewfinders’ lens was mottled and grainy, yet he could make out the skeletal maze of catwalks that lined the canyon walls down towards the depot; itself little more than a few squat buildings and a hangar bay dug into the rockface.
He checked the power-pack on his DH-17 to find it comfortably full. Such rituals remained alien to the medical droid, who even with the addition of his combat bypass circuitry, found the notion of ending sentient life odd and strangely taboo. Nevertheless, his directives were clear. The depot below acted as an intermediary waypoint for the illicit stream of spice being mined here on Kessel. Here, the narcotic was stored, packaged and prepped for transport off-world. From there the starlanes would ensure the narcotic reached every far reach of the galaxy, and send the proceeds rocketing back to the coffers of the Pyke Syndicate.
His databanks identified the Pykes as capable but isolated adversaries. The other syndicates had aligned against them, and the outcome was all but inevitable. The Crymorah would have to lay claim to their share of the bounty or let that much more influence in the system slip beyond their grasp. The tide of power was shifting and Kessel was the fulcrum. Such a fact was apparent even to a droid.
He swept his gaze over the depot once more. Only five visible organics. All armed. There were almost certainly more inside. Scouring his databanks for any trace of an operational strategy protocol, he came up alarmingly empty. He slipped the binoculars back into his satchel and scooted back from the canyon’s precipice, ensuring he was wholly out of view. Thankfully, he was not alone in his task.
As radical an alteration as he had undergone in recent weeks, It0 was at his core a slave to his programming. Without a combat module to pull from and no personal data metrics to base decision-making upon, he was virtually clueless on how to proceed. That’s where organics proved particularly useful. Especially organics accompanied by large, lethal droids with an innate hatred for sentient life…
@Zentripoli
@Cestus
Quadrant 12
23:11
It0 half stumbled his way to a prone position atop the rocky outcropping. Fumbling the electrobinoculars from his bag, he examined the facility in the canyon below. The terrain beyond the viewfinders’ lens was mottled and grainy, yet he could make out the skeletal maze of catwalks that lined the canyon walls down towards the depot; itself little more than a few squat buildings and a hangar bay dug into the rockface.
He checked the power-pack on his DH-17 to find it comfortably full. Such rituals remained alien to the medical droid, who even with the addition of his combat bypass circuitry, found the notion of ending sentient life odd and strangely taboo. Nevertheless, his directives were clear. The depot below acted as an intermediary waypoint for the illicit stream of spice being mined here on Kessel. Here, the narcotic was stored, packaged and prepped for transport off-world. From there the starlanes would ensure the narcotic reached every far reach of the galaxy, and send the proceeds rocketing back to the coffers of the Pyke Syndicate.
His databanks identified the Pykes as capable but isolated adversaries. The other syndicates had aligned against them, and the outcome was all but inevitable. The Crymorah would have to lay claim to their share of the bounty or let that much more influence in the system slip beyond their grasp. The tide of power was shifting and Kessel was the fulcrum. Such a fact was apparent even to a droid.
He swept his gaze over the depot once more. Only five visible organics. All armed. There were almost certainly more inside. Scouring his databanks for any trace of an operational strategy protocol, he came up alarmingly empty. He slipped the binoculars back into his satchel and scooted back from the canyon’s precipice, ensuring he was wholly out of view. Thankfully, he was not alone in his task.
As radical an alteration as he had undergone in recent weeks, It0 was at his core a slave to his programming. Without a combat module to pull from and no personal data metrics to base decision-making upon, he was virtually clueless on how to proceed. That’s where organics proved particularly useful. Especially organics accompanied by large, lethal droids with an innate hatred for sentient life…
@Zentripoli
@Cestus