The Gand's compound eyes continued to study the hologram Sheridan was speaking of while his mind ran over all the reports he'd read over the years about the battle of Geonosis and any other information he'd come across. Had Jander possessed eyebrows, they would have furrowed in thought as John told him of the most recent discovery. It was certainly a puzzling development. If the Trade Federation and it's allies had held additional forces like this warehouse hinted, why hadn't they thrown them into the battle? It simply wasn't strategically sound to leave a force this size behind. There had to be at least a division in that warehouse alone, only Ara knew what other stockpiles could be found elsewhere.
They'd come quite deep underground after leaving the stadium, it was no wonder that this area hadn't been found in the chaos that followed the first battle of the Clone Wars. Perhaps it was just an error in programming that had prevented them from joining the battle, a faulty controller somewhere. But what John aluded to could be true as well, and that possibility was something that troubled even the hundred year old Gand warrior. The havok that was currently occuring as a result of the conflict between the two Imperial factions would be nothing compared to what might happen if what they feared was true, that there was something more behind this stockpile, and it was triggered off.
Sunstar broke from his thoughts regarding the droids and looked around. All throughout the passageways nearby, techs and scouts of Sheridan's went about thier assigned duties. This was an oddity for Jander, over the past few decades he'd become accustomed to being in charge. It had never really been something he sought out, it was usually thrust upon him. Nevertheless, it had grown on him, and things were different here. He was alone on Geonosis, his only companions here were his droid Tripwire back with his Deathraven and the crew of the "Patient Fury" up in the asteroid field. At the same time though, it was liberating. The responsibility of command weighed heavily on every leader, and it was nice to escape from that for a time.
Finally he spoke back, replying to the aged human. All this had passed in merely a few seconds, but in his head it had seemed an eternity. "Certainly troubling," his words echoed his thoughts, "Your right, we could be in quite a bit of trouble."
"I'm inclined to hope it was merely a fault in the command structure that left those droids inactive, but like you my gut is telling me different. Likewise, I know to trust those feelings. I don't have the slightest idea why they were left behind, in all likelyhood when this is over I'll probably wish I'd never found out, but I certainly think we have to investigate this. You've told your men to be incredibly careful correct? We don't want ANYTHING triggering an activation. Who knows what would happen then..."
Jander's words trailed off at the end of the sentance as he heard a noise behind him. The mixed sound of artificial beeping and insectoid chittering. The Kaalif spun effortlessly, on edge before calming at the sight. Before him approached his astromech, Tripwire, escorted by perhaps three dozen Geonosians. The droid beeped a situational update to Sunstar, which was quickly translated into Gand on his datapad. A fairly standard report. His Deathraven remained hidden in another tunnel, and the "Fury" still helds it's position monitoring the near hostilities between the Imperials. That was the bad news. It was probably going to get real hairy real quick up there.
The Geonosians on the other hand, were much more concerned. Thier speech was only a slight oddity to the Gand, faintly similar to some of the old tongues of his people. Since he'd arrived members of the natives had trailed him, and he'd taken the time to learn the differences in speech between himself and the smaller insectoids. For some reason or another they liked him, perhaps it was his similar appearance to thiers, but now they came to him with information. They reported that the New Order had set up a garrison, and at least one of the native tribes, one that had long ago been ignored by the Trade Federation, flocked to thier banner, manning fighters supplied by the invaders.
Jander tried to imagine Geonosians piloting Imperial fighters. Something about the image of the seemingly primative winged natives in the high-tech cockpit of those fighters just struck him wrong. It would be interesting to see and hear how they performed if they had to. He finished with the Genonosian leading the small band, consoling him that things would be alright, and looked to the human. "How much of that did you catch? It looks like we're between the proverbial rock and a hard place."
They'd come quite deep underground after leaving the stadium, it was no wonder that this area hadn't been found in the chaos that followed the first battle of the Clone Wars. Perhaps it was just an error in programming that had prevented them from joining the battle, a faulty controller somewhere. But what John aluded to could be true as well, and that possibility was something that troubled even the hundred year old Gand warrior. The havok that was currently occuring as a result of the conflict between the two Imperial factions would be nothing compared to what might happen if what they feared was true, that there was something more behind this stockpile, and it was triggered off.
Sunstar broke from his thoughts regarding the droids and looked around. All throughout the passageways nearby, techs and scouts of Sheridan's went about thier assigned duties. This was an oddity for Jander, over the past few decades he'd become accustomed to being in charge. It had never really been something he sought out, it was usually thrust upon him. Nevertheless, it had grown on him, and things were different here. He was alone on Geonosis, his only companions here were his droid Tripwire back with his Deathraven and the crew of the "Patient Fury" up in the asteroid field. At the same time though, it was liberating. The responsibility of command weighed heavily on every leader, and it was nice to escape from that for a time.
Finally he spoke back, replying to the aged human. All this had passed in merely a few seconds, but in his head it had seemed an eternity. "Certainly troubling," his words echoed his thoughts, "Your right, we could be in quite a bit of trouble."
"I'm inclined to hope it was merely a fault in the command structure that left those droids inactive, but like you my gut is telling me different. Likewise, I know to trust those feelings. I don't have the slightest idea why they were left behind, in all likelyhood when this is over I'll probably wish I'd never found out, but I certainly think we have to investigate this. You've told your men to be incredibly careful correct? We don't want ANYTHING triggering an activation. Who knows what would happen then..."
Jander's words trailed off at the end of the sentance as he heard a noise behind him. The mixed sound of artificial beeping and insectoid chittering. The Kaalif spun effortlessly, on edge before calming at the sight. Before him approached his astromech, Tripwire, escorted by perhaps three dozen Geonosians. The droid beeped a situational update to Sunstar, which was quickly translated into Gand on his datapad. A fairly standard report. His Deathraven remained hidden in another tunnel, and the "Fury" still helds it's position monitoring the near hostilities between the Imperials. That was the bad news. It was probably going to get real hairy real quick up there.
The Geonosians on the other hand, were much more concerned. Thier speech was only a slight oddity to the Gand, faintly similar to some of the old tongues of his people. Since he'd arrived members of the natives had trailed him, and he'd taken the time to learn the differences in speech between himself and the smaller insectoids. For some reason or another they liked him, perhaps it was his similar appearance to thiers, but now they came to him with information. They reported that the New Order had set up a garrison, and at least one of the native tribes, one that had long ago been ignored by the Trade Federation, flocked to thier banner, manning fighters supplied by the invaders.
Jander tried to imagine Geonosians piloting Imperial fighters. Something about the image of the seemingly primative winged natives in the high-tech cockpit of those fighters just struck him wrong. It would be interesting to see and hear how they performed if they had to. He finished with the Genonosian leading the small band, consoling him that things would be alright, and looked to the human. "How much of that did you catch? It looks like we're between the proverbial rock and a hard place."