25d – The Maw
Duh nuh. Duh nuh. Duh nuh duh nuh duh nuh
DUNUNUNUUUUUUUUUH!
….no I didn't actually play the Jaws theme as I rode on into the Maw by way of the
Justice.
Certainly thought about it though, I won't lie.
Anyway, the
Justice.
Since I'm probably going to be picking up a crew of unhappy scientists and wookie slaves I'd kept from cutting out all of the organic-necessary parts of the ship. In the places where they were allowed i.e. places that weren't now completely solid walls of bulkheads, generators, resource cores, and all of the other stuff, I didn't want them just sitting around. It'd be like a bunch of monkeys with nothing to do, soon enough I'd bed there would be poop on the walls and they'd be screaming that this robot overlord schtick I've got going is too terrifying for them…yadda yadda yadda.
As such, I'd stocked the parts of it that were still available to organic life with tons of helpfully programming protocol droids and beverage droids and…basically all the droids that would take care of a squishy person or thing. There were plenty of provisions in there, and I'd made sure to fill the fridges and such with actual real food. Mostly because rations would probably be what they've been eating for the past few years. I wasn't going to be the gentlest being to come into the Maw but I wasn't going to be needlessly cruel.
I could pump poison or alter atmospheric mixtures on the ships that I take from the Empire to kill everyone as painfully as possible. Instead…I just take it all away so they can die as fast as I can manage without outright obliterating the ships they are on. In that vein I'd decided to provide as much comfort as I could to the people that I'd be rescuing. It was plush as all hell, because when you've got fabricators on your side you can make some damn comfy couches and beds. As for where this was..?
Well, I may have filled the rest of the internals of the ship to the brim with technology that I was only somewhat fairly sure would let me take down Daala's numerically bigger fleet…but the hangar bay – formerly just a hangar bay – had been modified stuff that I was just talking about. It had gone from that weirdly gray and black gloss look that the Imperials loved so much to a bunch of nice warm and comforting colors. None of that distanced look, it was homey as all hell.
I know it was, because in the time it had taken the ship to be fabricated out of the Mega Yard I had watched one point two million distinct home improvement and home decoration videos that had been scattered around the holonet. I knew exactly how to provide for every space going single species in the galaxy at this point – even the notoriously isolationist ones like the Chiss! Humans and wookies were going to be a piece of cake even though my nanites couldn't outright create organic matter. Basically the trees and bark and stuff I'd put in the wookie part of the hangar-turned-relaxation/rescue lounge were all fake…but they were damn good fakes.
The scientists got more regular comforts.
Still, I had food for at least five times as long as I was expecting the journey to last - from taking the Installation to dropping everyone else off with the Rebellion – so that was covered.
Getting inside the Maw itself?
Not nearly as hard as I thought it would be.
Part of me was busy talking to the Rebellion, part of me was building stuff in Hub, part of me was –
ooooh artificial gravity fields...I'll deal with that later– doing
that, and this last part of me was coming here. I had thought that splitting my attention four different ways simultaneously like this would impact my abilities but apparently I thought wrong. I was performing at top form in all instances because…I guess because all instances were me at the same time not copies.
Man, being an AI is weird sometimes.
The Maw, right.
So, it was full of so many black holes and gravitational anomalies that travelling through it was supposed to be one of the most ludicrously dangerous things that a person could do. The course to get through it was hard enough on its own and I
believe changed all the time. Even if it didn't my own sensor systems that had been installed on the
Justice were enough to perfectly plot a course inward. I don't have the precise location of the Maw Installation on my computers – Tarkin was pretty good at hiding its existence – but after a while I would find it.
There were only so many places in the Maw that could realistically hold entire stations of people as well as a guarding fleet of star destroyers. In no time at all I would – oh. That was fast. Faster than I thought. Or rather perhaps I should have thought about things more. The Installation had computers, was broadcasting orders and reports to and fro between the ships in the Maw and the station itself so before I found the station itself I found one of the patrolling ships.
Through
it's computer banks and comm signals I found the other ones. After finding those…I found the Installation.
I found Daala. She was currently berating a wookie slave for doing something or other improperly and ordered that it beat for a solid few minutes with what I can only describe as pain sticks from Star Trek.
God I hate her.
But you…I…huh. She'd hard locked the computers. Isolated the servers for each of the various superweapons that the Installation had built from the greater net. That's pretty smart. I might…I might have to actually get my hands into the station itself to get at the info I want. Not too hard, I have fabricators inside of the
Justice so I can make more Reddington droids – hurrah for knowing the exact composition and nature of beskar as a result of running it through the Mega Yard – but it's still pretty annoying. I'll have to prevent her from wiping anything…preferably with a blaster bolt to the head.
First though…I'm going to take her fleet.
All Imperial-I Star Destroyers, actually. None of the Imperial-II versions. The
Gorgon, the
Basilisk, the
Hydra, the
Manticore, and two Crusader-class corvettes. The
Gorgon is hanging around the station itself while Daala keeps the others on nearly constant patrol despite protests at the fact that the natural secrecy of this location means that it's nearly impossible that someone would come by. Unfortunately for her troops…Daala's paranoia would be well founded today.
Not that it's going to help any. The constant communication between the ships and the Installation – a precaution due to the whole potential of accidentally getting too close to a gravity irregularity – is easy for me to spoof as I space the crews of the ships. They didn't even know what was happening before I did it…just like all the rest.
As for Daala though?
Heh. First I'm going to –
Is that a fucking Death Star Prototype?!