Setting
The surface was covered with junk droids that were cobbled together from the parts of the millions of discarded and broken droids left there. They followed no master and did not behave by any rules, which made the planet very dangerous. A common rumor was that the droids were working on something large so that they could escape Raxus Prime and spread out into the galaxy at large
In two days, the entire Gvolc fleet was now docked at Raxus, all the Sith armor that Sovin brought, remade from scans of Sovin's set. On the back of each set was the Imperial Remnant symbol with the clan's symbol, much smaller, in the center. Seeing as he was the one who brought the fleet allies and a home, Sovin was now in charge of handling diplomacy with the Imperial Remnant. His armor was given blades on the elbows to allow him to be understood as having a different position among the clan.
1 Week after Raxus Prime deal was struck.
A message was sent to Marko containing the following hollow video message:
Sovin was standing in his modified Sith armor, with a parade rest pose. With the voice inhibitor active, he began "Lord Alcor, if I am correct on your title, the clan quickly accepted the terms of our contract. The rodians here are proving of little threat, and we have three factories that we can get back into working order.
The first one appears to be able to produce 5 to 10 droids a day, but will be ready to start manufacturing in one months time with our current plans. The second is far larger, with an estimated 3 to 6 months before it will become operational, with an estimated production of 2 droids an hour. The largest one, and the final one that we have found, looks to be about a year to a year and a half before it will be operational again, but able to produce a battalion, with vehicles, a day.
We are also producing a droid or two a day from clansmen not working on repairing the factories. We still have around 95 percent of the planet left to scan and gain control of. Contactor out.
End message.
Sovin had recently finished up with the two guardian droids, giving them brand new, made from the small factories inside the fleet's ships, droideka shields and a larger back pack to fit a secondary power supply. They sat in the corner, stored in a cube mode that they could exit at any time. Their new armor, an alloy of scrapped songsteel, phrik, and neuranium made them not only extremely hard to detect, but also lightsaber resistant. And finding the metals required a small amount of digging.
One of the other Gvolcs came bolting into the room. "Contactor, the force wielding droid had its first successful test run and the scourers found a junk temple out a ways from the fleet. They believe that if we get set up, that would be a good capital." Spoke the gvolc with hastened breath as he leaned over on the wall from the full on sprint that he had made.
"Now why would I need to know about the junk temple until the council has made their decision?" asked Sovin, looking up from his current position.
"We figured that it would be good to tell you, and they sent a separate courier to the council to make sure that they know." He stated, his breathing beginning to stabilize.
"How long till we have a usable droid prototype?"
"Less then a week, they said."
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