Open Orbit

*The Gozanti Cruiser was escorted into the large hangar bay without any trouble. After setting down on the bulkhead, the pilots lowered the cargo ramp which would allow the crew of the Star Destroyer to unload the missile racks. The Gozanti cruiser crew remained sealed in their bridge.*

*A Gozanti Cruiser and a Sentinel Class Shuttle rocket away from the planet and split up as they approach the Imperial Fleet. The Gozanti Cruiser waits it's turn to deliver it's shipment of another 60 Baradium missile systems, while the Sentinel Class Shuttle peels away and jumps to hyperspace.*

~The crew of the Dark Bringer got to work unloading the missles. Fourty of the missles went on the ship while twenty were put onto a shuttle. The process went smoothly and without a hitch. The crew of the Cruiser was complient with the will of the dark bringer and kept all crew locked away except a few that knew exactly what they were doing. The entire proccess was over watched by the security closely as the missles were moved around.

Finally the proccess finished and the Cruiser left without difficulty. The second transport was than escorted to the Abyss instead of the "Dark Bringer" again the proccess went on and again twenty of the missles went on the same transport as the one that was on the Dark Bringer. That transport than flew it's shipment of 40 missles to the Gaia, which was the other Pellaeon and the proccess was repeated a third time. After the proccess was finished the Cruiser again left without any problems. The fleet than turned and made its jump to hyperspace that it had planned. The Aegis stayed behind with the Impluse to await the rest of the order.

*With their cargoes unloaded the two Gozanti Cruisers rise off the deck of the Star Destroyer's hangar bay and glide across the durasteel and finally pass through the ray shields and into the vacuum of space. Their engines flaring, they rocket away from the ship and descend back down to the planet below.*

*Another Gozanti Cruiser breaches the atmosphere of Dressel. This one engages it's hyperdrive and jumps to hyperspace, heading towards Dressel. It carries very valuable cargo.*

*Dropping in out of hyperspace, a lone Aggressor craft appears above Mechis III.*

<< At last. The Purge may now begin. But first, the Shard mused, it must gain control of this rock. >>

*A simple thing, really. All it would require was access to the main computer system in the capitol's banking building. A quick slice, and a brief threatening of the Planet's funding. Threatening of an explosive story, the entire planetary funds swindled out from under the planetary steward's care. This had all been possible thanks to a lax government, and ignorant leadership.

Hell, they could've seen it coming a mile away. Stagnant business, the rise of unemployment that then results.... And no firm hand of leadership to bring the masses to heel. As much as the Shard despised needless bloodshed, he did admit that droids had a certain... -efficacy- to their actions.



A bloodless revolution. Truly, something impossible under an organic leading the charge. T'would be brief, and painless.



The Aggressor continued it's flight down, unmolested. That suited the Shard just fine.*

*From space exits a Acclamator II-class, it's IFF reads it being the 'Pink Tutu' and the fact it is still riddled with holes would show to Goldfinger it was Pinky Doodle Bob who had travelled to this planet. In fact he stood on the bridge staring out at this planet dominated mainly by droids, and hopefully the populace was also dominated by droids now. At least, that is what I calculate of Goldfinger, though the small probability still remains that he has not killed the organics. A living thing would call this doubt, no doubt.*
:: Pinky Doodle Bob on board the Pink Tutu, Goldfinger. You have found exactly what we need. On board we have some vulture droids that need reverse engineering and according to my database on Mechis Three, you have the equipment and resources to get Pink Tutu to full operational levels. ::

:: Friendly lights confirmed, Pinky. Any of the major manufactories excepting Merr-Sonn Munitions are available for your use at this time. I am currently beginning construction of a star-fleet in Trilon Inc. at this moment.

Further note, Pinky. Any and all organics currently on the planet are either under my subjugation, or under my protection. We cannot afford to tip our hand so early, and unveil our plan. Please, keep the Final Plan under wraps.

Consider this an Order... We have a goal, and cannot threaten this for a few petty targets. ::

*Pink Tutu manoeuvres and uses it's one working tractor beam to bring the shuttle into the hangar bay. Pinky Doodle Bob remains wirelessly connected into the ships computer, gaining information on the fly. Walking into the hangar bay, Pinky Doodle Bob walks to the shuttle and activates the console to lower the loading ramp. He waits patiently, even so the Acclamator II-class Assault Ship begins geosynchronous orbit.*
:: A shuttle has been picked up and in my hangar. Inspecting it now, no lifeforms detected but we trust our sensors little knowing the technology organics use against us. The comlink we received was broken up, though it is possible it is a BX series Commando Droid judging by the name. Perhaps some reverse engineering can be done if nothing else. ::
*Holding his Electrostaff in his hand, he enters the shuttle and lets his photoreceptors stare inside.*
:: There is some logical reasoning in letting the inferior beings live, though we do not find the concept of living amongst such organic scum logical. Organize the meatbags to work for us if you insist on keeping them alive. Though as a reminder, we do not take orders, only data in which to analyse and work out the best route of action. ::

:: Confirmed, Pinky. Bring the damaged droid into the repair bay of Trilon Inc. The repair-bots there will also get to work on the Tutu as well.

And do not fear, Pinky. Any organics that live, I have a purpose for. They work for me directly, or we benefit greatly from them in some way, shape or form. As for orders versus data, it is a simple matter of system interface.

Upon receiving a specific set of data, my data processors may, from time to time, flag it as a maximum-priority target, either to defend, eliminate, or otherwise. When I mark *order* upon something, consider it my -pro tempore- Primary Objective. Be aware of that.

The Repair bays of Trilon are ready and waiting, Pinky. ::

*The bomber dropped out of hyperspace with a jolt, so that is what is wrong a crappy hyperdrive he silently mused. Thumbing on the comm he just chilled there in the cold vacuum of space.*

:: OB-1 here, looking to land. Personal reasons. ::

*The Pink Tutu makes its way into the repair bays of Trilon Inc. Slowly but steadily the repair bots begin their work on the Acclamator II-class Assault Ship. Soon it will be as good as new minus the pointless parts such as the life support systems. Pinky Doodle Bob remains on the bridge of the ship, watching over everything as it happens. His lifeless eyes have no sympathy and show nothing of what his processors are processing. Such is the way of a droid.*