Another lightsaber wielding Jedi fell to yet another onslaught of battledroid alserfire, winning a grin from the now orphaned child. Boba enjoyed every second of the battle now as countless more brainless infantry advanced in an attempt to surround and cut off the very knights that had caused them so much damage in the first place. Irony was often so sweet. However, during the culcuations in his head, he estimated eight Battledroids were needed to take down a Jedi in this confusion. So what gould would his one measly escort do if one chose to target the child for his terror attacks?

They proceeded swiftly down the halls of the factory level at a very quick pace, surprisingly so for the age-old, clumsy Battledroid. The sounds of heavy machinery constructing coutnless more pawns of destruction had ceased completely, apparently from that one Jedi who'd been captured with that woman the Viceroy had been up in arms about. But still the smell lingered. The smell of oil and grease, or of the burning meld or exhaust used to manifest the lifeless army.

Looking around Boba managed to find a blaster from one of the BAttledroids who had been slain inside, and he grabbed it excitedly. Back on Kamino his father had taught him the basics of firing a weapon, of the emotional turmoil deriving from one's first kill - Jango often talked long hours about how one must be ready before pulling the trigger, for once they had life would never be the same. Guilt would overcome you, along with the grizzly dread and reailzation that you had just taken someone's life, all their oppurtunities all in one quick pull of your finger.

Boba was ready.



<font color=green>He laughed inwardly at himself now, at his arrogance and ignorance. Was I really ready he asked himself mentally, meanwhile wondering if the Jedi could pick up on his thoughts and memories. Pah! I was far from ready! Afterall, look how I turned out! Perhaps if Jango were there things would have gone better for the bounty hunter he'd often wondered. Oh how even now he missed that silver-colored Mandalorian armor that he wore, filled with pride and majesty. The green replicant was just a mere shadow of that former image.

The T-shaped visor than shot a faceless glance at the Gand behind him, who identified himself as Jander Sunstar, the former Rebel symapthizer if his memory served. Often times it did not however, but oh well. So far his most memorable moments focused aroud his father and the undying pain he was always caused after escaping that wicked Sarlacc's clutches.

Jander had asked something but the bounty hunter was a bit more interested in calculating the odds. When he was a child he'd loved that; to plan and estimate what the chances were of survival against different "prey" so to speak.

"I am calculating the odds," he said behind his mask, his voice not quite real as it came out. It was almost metallic. The Gand seemed slightly confused.

"Against the Jedi?" he asked calmly, but Boba flashed him an invisible grin. To Jander the faceless helmet simply peered at him emotionlessly.

"Why no my friend," he responded quietly, the voice synthasizer editting out any emotion to his voice. "When we are done with them we must escape the planet, correct?"

"Escape?" Fett pointed upward where he could make out the figure of a Star Destroyer in orbit.

"I've had the Slave I track them since they arrived. The Rogue Empire and the Empire are about to transofrm this place back into a hotzone. Convenient eh?"

OOC: Well, compared to Ki Adis age you are Angel! But its more a sign of your force rank of padawan than of age...

IC:

<!--EZCODE BOLD START--> Clasping his sabre, the old Cerean reached out with the force and leapt quickly and silently up onto the first teir of seating in this ill-begotten arena.<!--EZCODE BOLD END-->

"Many of us survived the purges. Sadly after the battle here, their wasn't many of us that actually could fight...

So padawan, what do you suggest we do?"

Sunstar blinked away memories of the other times his and Fett's paths had crossed and silently cursed. In these last few months the Gand's thoughts had been increasingly concentrating on the past. Fortunately it hadn't directly interfered with his duties, but it was becoming a nuisance.

Jander and Fett continued to talk, and Sunstar had a feeling that the bounty hunter might be toying with him. The last time they'd seen each other the Gand had been much more inexperienced, but now that was not the case. The hard covering of Jander's eyelids closed over his eyes slightly, and decided to act like the novice the armored man was treating him as, in an effort to avoid confrontation between them.

He nodded as Boba Fett pointed out the Star Destroyer, which Jander knew to be the New Order vessel "Jinova." Sensors he'd set up previously had caught thier arrival, and the crew of the "Patient Fury" had kept him updated. Sunstar pulled out his datapad from it's pocket and checked the current data being sent to him. He was sure Fett probably had something similar inside that helmet of his, and he spoke as if he did. "I'm rather surprised Mr. Fett, that one such as you would be worried with escape. Your escapades facing much worse are legendary, and I myself am confident we can handle it. Right now it looks to me that that Carrier Sphere would be our main hinderance. With it and it's fighters out of commission it's a much different situation."

The Gand heard the chittering of Geonosians behind him, chattering about the attackin forces, but continued speaking for the moment. He didn't speak thier language, but a translator in the datapad ran thier words over the bottom of the screen. "Not that that matters for the moment, we should concentrate on what's at hand first, these invading forces. The natives are putting up a valiant fight, but they're being slaughtered thus far. What actions would you suggest we take? I doubt it will be long before we're in direct contact with the New Order forces."

Abandoning the novice attitude completely, the older fighter(OOC: by a couple of years only) looked Fett right in the eyes, his gaze seemingly piercing right through the visor.

The silence of the commanders seemed to go uneasily with the admiral, and he escorted them to a more private quarters.

"We shall discuss somewhere more ideal than a hangar bay," he said with a curt smile.

Meanwhile the Rogue Empire's own soldiers began debarking toward the planet calmly, planning to set up near the old Battledroid factory.

OOC: Carrack Cruisers do not have hangar bays. It took you a month to reply, and you STILL allowed yourself to make such a silly mistake as that? How poor.

IC:
After hours of waiting in his shuttle for the scheduled parley, Commodore Feyyar had retired to his flagship in disgust. He paced in his quarters, staring madly through the viewport at the rebel ships.

Civilian prospectors had been invited to the planet from all corners of the galaxy, in an effort to assist the Geonosians in re-industrializing their planet. Civilian ships arrived hourly, touching down on the rocky planet, their passengers eager to assist the Geonosians in their time of want.

Small ships could be seen departing the rebel motherships. He let fly a string of expletives under his breath, buttoned the top breast of his uniform into the duty position, and walked onto the bridge.

Holoprojectors showed a shimmering silver 3D image of a Star Destroyer, and various small ships departing from the hangar bay of the craft, angling towards the planet.

"Warn them," he growled through his grinding teeth. "They aren't to violate sovereign Geonosian airspace. Dispatch tractor ships to emphasize that point."

Two squadrons of TIE Defenders, each craft modified with a tractor beam, launched from the Jinova. The fighters caught the troop landers in their tractor beams, and towed them back to the Rebel warship. Geonosian fighters from the surface, newly refueled with the aid of the powerful Imperial economy, aided in directing the rebel military forces away from the planet, their sleek surfaces showing a stark contrast to the rocky planet below.

EDIT~18 days has been edited out. I am deleting all OOC posts.

<font color=ffffff>Second Largest Continent, Geonosis
Contested Space<font color=006600>


As, in space above the barren world, negotiations continued between delegates of The Empire and it’s rogue counterpart, and in the great arena threat of conflict simmered down to die, the Imperial technicians and ground forces continued their work.

Massive war machines that were initially used to pacify the landscape surrounding the Imperial outpost were being set to perimeter patrol, and in the waning sunlight technicians were assembling the bases of what looked to be a vast number of large squares and rectangles, the purpose of which was as of yet unknown.

The evening was filled with typical noises of a military camp, with people moving about and command tents being secured around the place - usually adjacent to a series of ground-squares. Imperial engineers began to dig deep into the earth below the large bases, and off to the side a tent larger than any of the others was bustling with activity.

The first signs of an Imperial Garrison were taking shape, and the future for Geonosis looked bright.</font>

EDIT: Argh, I didn't see the one-line OOC comment. Thank you for changing that, though it's quite a lot to happen in that amount of time. Only one other comment, since when did the Geonosians have an industrial capacity capable of producing things like fighters(the Trade Federation factories don't count.)

Note: This post will be edited later to contain storyline. Please don't delete.

"Jander, all hell is about to break loose, no offense to that armored carapace of yours, but i reccomend we find someplace nice and dry and out of the way of the imperial fist that is coming....." John moved quietly through the crowd of Geonesians, his robe fluttering in the combined wind effect and the shockwaves from the "pacification" strikes. THe aliens seemed to look up at him and move from his path, clearing an open way.

"Cahadran? Is that you?" he looked at the man in Mandalorian Armor, eyes moving slowly.... "It can't be you....you would have died a long time ago.....Tell me....are you of any relation to Cahadran or his little boy Jango?" John walked surely, his pistol secured at his hip, the Fulcrum's eye at its usual place. "My Scouts found an old industrial complex, it should be safe enough to rest in for the night."

John's eyes darkened a bit..focusing on the other figures in the area around....seeing the two brown robes flittering in the wind. "Jedi." He said quietly. He turned his head towards teh aliens, barking something at them in their own language. They scurried out of the way, moving to allow John and the otehrs to move through.

"Come on, the complex is this way."

OOC: It's a factory world, Jander. Have you <!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> seen<!--EZCODE ITALIC END--> AOTC? They produce fighters, speeders, walkers, transports, etc, then sold them to the Trade Federation, Commerce Guild, IBC, Techno Union. Don't tell me they don't have an industrial capacity. They have <!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> the<!--EZCODE ITALIC END--> industrial capacity. How can you even begin to dispute that? The fighters stay.

OOC: ahem...from my picture of the movie, it seemd that the trade federation was using the planet as a facility, but they put all of the equipment and such in, it would be likely, that upon their egress from the field, they would have likely destroyed it or taken it with them, the Population seemed to be just a source of labor for the factories, not the masters of them...))