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Lore: ADDITIONAL INFO - WORLDBUILDING Star Wars: Age of the Sith (LORE)
Sign-Ups: CLOSED SIGNUPS Star Wars: Age of the Sith (SIGN-UPS)
The shuttle felt a tad cramped. Then again, it usually did since it was always a tad above its typical capacity.
The droid sat in the front, the red-domed astromech plugging himself into the navicomputer in order to ease the ship out of hyperspace while the Jedi stood next to the robotic co-pilot as he loaded the prior communication onto the holocommunicator that he held in his hand. In the main hold of the shuttle, the remaining crew could hold fast as they began to lurch out of hyperspace and approach the ice-bound world ahead of them, the streaking stars taking a far more seemingly stationary position.
Every organic was covered in cold-weather gear in order not freeze upon exiting the shuttle when they landed, with their various other belongings stowed in the shuttle’s small cargo section in various lockers and crates. Walking into the main hold from the cockpit, the Jedi holding the communicator in his hand stepped forward as the clatter of his boots against the metal floor caught the attention of his fellows. Placing the communicator on top of the shuttles central console and plugging in a cord to an access panel, a tall, hooded figure began to appear as a projection on the central console, roughly half the size of the figure in real life.
As the grainy, blue-tinted projection removed its hood, one could see the face of a male Kel Dor, mask and all, wearing traditional, thick Jedi robes with a lightsaber at his side as the message began to play, the figure’s voice distorted slightly due to the layering of his breathing mask upon the recording software.
“Attention, Recovery Cell One. This is Master Val Keem of the Jedi Council. Reports from Enlightenment field agents give records of an Old Republic facility on the planet Ithal in the Outer Rim. The record, however, was highly corrupted and very little could be extrapolated. Our best assumption is that it is either a repository from the days of the Old Jedi Order or an Old Republic supply cache.
“Your mission is to locate the facility and investigate. If successful, begin immediate recovery and salvage procedures and make immediate contact with Enlightenment agents. In case of an emergency or something unprecedented, contact Enlightenment Command immediately for further resources. Best of luck to you, my friends. May the Force be with you.”
With that, the hologram dissipated as the communicator was disconnected and slid into the Jedi’s coat pocket. The Jedi himself, Ishua Ken, was wrapped up in thick black pants and boots, with various layers underneath his dark blue parka, on top of which was a small utility belt on which his lightsaber hung, as well as his own black cloak that served as an extra layer of padding against the biting cold they were about to enter. Grabbing onto a handle at the console, the shuttle swayed and rumbled as it underwent some turbulence upon entering the planet’s atmosphere, the occasional hard jerk symptomatic of evasive maneuvers and the ship’s stabilization.
There was some idle chatter, some reviewing of the mission at hand as the ship began its slow descent to the ground. The little astromech droid approached his longtime friend and companion, the pair going over the recent data they had acquired in order to ensure that they could enter their target without tearing the place to pieces. As the soft thud of the landing gear upon the permafrost could be heard, a hiss emanated from the loading ramp as the first hint of the cold breeze blew into the ship. Rusty, excited as he was, was the first of the group to make his way down the ramp in search of the facility.
The section of the planet they had landed on after following the provided coordinates seemed fairly barren compared to most of what remained. The occasional wrecked starfighter or cruiser could be seen strewn about on the horizon, with various crevices and cliffs dotting their surroundings. The wind was mostly calm, and the clouds themselves seemed to be fairly sparse. The shifting snow revealed the remnants of a concrete walkway, with the small droid activating his flamethrower until it could be seen that the path itself lead into a nearby hill. A few seconds of splicing on the astromech’s part and the group could make their way into the relative warmth of the facility.
The thick and unmarked durasteel doors sat tucked neatly against the hill of solid ice. Even after all these years, frost hadn’t accumulated here, and the doors were still warm to the touch as the mechanisms whirred to life inside. Beyond them, a nondescript hallway leading into a junction adjoining three rooms; to the right, the Aurebesh read “Communications” right above “Security” and “Hangar,” and straight-ahead read “Control Center.” The door to the left was labeled “Medical Bay” and “Cryochamber.” The junction was otherwise empty, filled with nothing but stale air and eerie silence.
At first glance, the control center was rather plain. Consoles marked with the Republic insignia lined the right wall, while a massive shuttered window filled the control center’s left wall from floor to ceiling, glazed at the edges from the cool air. Beyond it was a massive chamber, filled to the brim with rows upon rows of cryopods, frozen in time but otherwise well cared for and attended to.
While they stood dumbstruck, it was easy to miss the two synchronized pair of robotic footsteps that slowly approached them. Out of reflex, Alexander pulled his lightsaber from his belt, his thumb on the ignition switch. The first droid he recognized straightaway, an old medical droid model that still had some use in the Outer Rim (after being heavily modified, of course). The second droid was something else entirely. Its chassis was reminiscent of the KX-series droids he had seen in museums, while its head was something else entirely. The droid began to speak in a tone that the Jedi could only assume was somewhat pleased.
“Greetings, generals. I am MTP-XR-001. I am also referred to as ‘Caretaker.’ I am a prototype model designation ‘XR’ military protocol droid build in accordance with designs of the Avalon Project. My programs are specialized for strategic analysis and tactical advisory, resource management, and interspecies communication. I am accompanied 21-B-MDX7, also known as ‘Doc Seven’ or ‘Doc,’ the Senior Medical Officer for the clones. With your presence, generals, the automatic awakening procedure is now underway.”
The Jedi went aghast, putting his lightsaber away before speaking up. “I have… many questions. Firstly, what do you mean by ‘clones’? Secondly, why do you call us ‘generals’? We’re not commanders.”
The medical droid then raised one of his arms, directing the group down the corridor and to the right as he spoke in his metallic bass. “If you will follow me, General, I will show you. I shall explain as we walk, Jedi.”
The group then began to walk towards, speaking to the resistance fighters as they followed the medical droid.
“During the Clone Wars, a small group ordered that a section of the Grand Army of the Republic, in this case, the Ninth Legion, be frozen in cryostasis here on Ithal as a trial and in case of an emergency. This project was risky, but all present Clone Troopers are alive and will be prepared to fight in approximately half an hour, generals.”
“Still, why do you call us generals?”
“Because you have come to take command of your Clone Troopers, general. You are clearly a group of Jedi Knights. Your corresponding ranks, therefore, are the common rank of Jedi General as there is no indication that you are a padawan or an apprentice, save for the smaller organics accompanying you. Likewise, you are the first group of Jedi to appear since this facility was sealed. According to my orders and my programming, I have relinquished responsibility and command of the Ninth Legion to you and have begun the awakening process. The clones will be prepared and ready for combat transportation in a half hour and will be in the parade grounds in one hour to meet you.”
“Uhm, err… Rusty, could you scomp link with the caretaker and give him all historical data since the Clone Wars?”
The astromech droid whistled, plugging into a terminal with the protocol and medical droids as all the information in the facility was updated, the tactical protocol droid speaking slightly after.
“The actions of these other clones are irrelevant- they do not impact our mission. We have been designated to obey orders from the Jedi Generals, not from the Supreme Chancellor. These clones will serve under only you and your fellow Jedi Knights.”
As such, with a cohort of medical droids appearing as the floor began to be filled with steam as lines upon lines of cryopods began to crack and open, releasing the long-contained soldiers. The clones’ equipment was stored in durasteel lockers held against their respective cryopods, containing everything from their armor to their standard-issue armaments. Quick physicals were had, medications were given, and orders were handed down to prepare the legion for a fresh deployment.
While Ishua wanted to outright marvel at the sight of a literal army assembling before him, but that would be a poor use of his time. Allowing his rational side to take hold, the Jedi Knight was certain that they needed some more information before doing anything else. Meanwhile, they likely needed to contact the Conclave- this definitely fell under “something unprecedented” for the most part, although the holocron of Master Kenobi might argue otherwise.
For the time being, though, Ishua looked to his friends while the two droids looked onwards, with the Consular speaking up firmly. “We need to get in touch with someone, quick. I don’t think the shuttle would be able to send a message out fast enough- this place. Maybe Rusty can contact the Conclave using their own equipment while we try to sort things out here? What do you all think?”
Post made with assistance from Dipper .