26 – Approaching The Installation
26 – Approaching The Installation
Ugh.

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One USD. Two SSDs. One primary droid that is known to the Rebellion as Theta. At this point I've just turned off the other 9 – or rather just let them go about preprogrammed behavior – while on the Golden Boy. The Mega Yard and Mega Dish – Mega Dishes now – are structures, thank god. The Commander body has never counted in that unit cap for some reason. Which means that I technically do have a couple slots but I don't want to give them up after going so long with a ridiculously full cap. All that time when I had to rely on standard fabricator bots still makes me shiver.

Which means that with the aid of the onboard fabricators of the Justice that I've got a super crew of HK-Reddington droids. 46 of the most deadly droids in space. All of them with beskar added into their armor alloy compositions with weapons that are frankly ludicrously powerful. I don't intend on letting Daala or her forces to live unless they really mean to surrender. Wookies and unwilling scientists get to live. Scientists who gleefully developed these monstrous weapons…don't. So now I'm just barely downscaling to weapons that are powerful enough for tanks except being wielded in the hands of my droids, missile launchers, gas weapons, the works.

I even dipped into mental acceleration and spent a few subjective months working on miniaturizing the stealth technologies I have access to as well as what this universe has further provided on the infantry level – available on the black market and holonet to wealthy buyers…and me… - to the point that I can install some stealth generators onto each one of these guys. Naked to sensors and the naked eye both. So basically an utterly terrifying invisible and nigh invincible group of droids.

Unlike the first Reddington, they don't get highlights though. Just pitch black from top to bottom and wouldn't you know it with the sensor suite that they have available there's no actual reason for photoreceptors. I still put the pieces in but instead of being real they're actually just hard points of metal that have been painted black as well. So basically I have a cadre of spooky all black killing machines. They'd probably make for a good troop type to overwhelm planets.

You know…IF I COULD BUILD MORE THAN FIFTY AT A TIME I - ah…what's the point.

They're going to kick the shit out of what forces Daala has regardless. They've even got their own personal shield generators to keep them from getting scuffed at all. I won't deny that they might get surprised or something but I'm hoping not. Not that making a single one takes a fraction of a fraction out of my still expanding economy.

Because the second Mega Dish finished a little while ago and I immediately had it and the first begin constructing a third and fourth. That is where the majority of my economy consumption is going and even then it's not even half at this point.

Eh, not important right now.

What is important is that I have superweapons to steal.

Like the fucking Death Star Prototype which is…I shit you not, just anchored onto the Maw Installation. One of the universes most deadly limpets, that. Still from what I'm reading its accuracy is shit even if the super laser is actually functional. Once I get ahold of it that can easily be fixed though, and with the Mega Dishes I can probably finish it up pretty quick now that I think about it.

As I stealthily approach said Installation with the Justice…my thoughts can't help to turn on just how many superweapons that this galaxy ends up developing all the time. They keep turning natural parts of the universe into incredibly powerful weapons. Like the gravity wells.

Or in this case, interdiction fields.

The usage of technology to produce an artificial gravity well. On their own they yank people out of hyperspace, and prevent those already in system from using it. That's not to say that people can't still run around with sublight speeds but if you just hang out along a hyperspace lane with enough ships you could make it basically impossible to move stuff around. Which is highly dangerous now that I think about it – the ability to utterly choke out the lifeblood of the galaxy in portions.

It's automated, now that I look at it.

Nothing stops the ships from continuing on and letting their quasi-physical shadow – which is left in the regular universe as they travel through hyperspace – smash into stars or get sucked into black holes. Well, except the navicomputers. Everyone and everything has those to keep coordinates plugged in and to prevent ships from exploding their asses or getting sucked out of the universe or…well a lot of things. Even the least advanced ships in the galaxy have basic programming to prevent such things. Those that turn those parts off run the risk of disappearing and dying.

Now, based on what I can tell, such a thing isn't 100% confirmed to happen. It's why people make blind jumps still and don't end up disappearing from history as a group. People still do it. But it's still pretty dangerous. Then again people back 'home' do horribly dangerous things all the time because they have no other recourse. But the fact that it can happen at all keeps most people from doing it and I'm not going to say that it's some stupidly low chance. It's actually quite high indeed that making a blind jump will end up killing your ass.

Worse, what happens when someone gets that hit is worse. I remember reading all about it back in my days when I wanted to know why the hell 'gravity well generators' worked at all. Oh Wookiepedia, your memory and pages live on in my databanks which will probably never fade.

Anyway. You want to know why it's so bad?

Hyperspace collisions can blow up planets. Solar systems. Fallout from eruptions of hyperspace collisions can kill millions on the planets that they don't destroy. The greater the gravity well of a system the worse things can be as the 'mass shadows' of planets left on gravity only means that people who don't calculate jumps run the risk of being incredibly destructive.

Anyone who wants to know how bad messing with mass shadows can be need only look at Malachor V and the plot of KOTOR 2.

So yeah, gravity well generators seem fine at stopping enemy convoys…but the Mass Shadow Generator obliterated an entire planet.

Then there's the Death Star.

And following that…all the various things that the Maw Installation has partaken in.

…and now it's all going to be mine.

Huh.

Anyway, the basic introduction of stealth technologies to the Justice are enough to keep the Maw Installation from actually detecting it as the ship gets close enough for me to go about my business. Not that it's full on stealth tech, it's still visible to the naked eye, but I've done something that I feel is a bit clever.

I've approached from 'above', on the same vector as the prototype planet killer. So no windows pointing straight up mean that no one is going to see the Justice.

No one ever looks up. Not until it's too late.

Against the blackness of space, no one sees my forty odd super powered droids slink out onto the anchor keeping the Death Star Prototype to the Maw Installation. No one sees them and their incredibly powerful maglocks which are allowing them to literally walk their way down. No one sees them make their way to a part of the station where I've taken complete control of the cameras and sensors…and where no one currently is. Even the droids on the station are given new programming to avoid that area.

Which is good, because the sound of explosive decompression would otherwise have brought quite a few people running.

I…nah. I'm the only one who would hear it.

Screw it.

The lead droid puts a hand up to the side of their head and says to the silent air, "I'm in."

Cause they're SECRET! AGENT DROIDS! SECRET! AGEEENT DROIDS!

In space, no one can hear me badly sing!
 
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In the game you can build a T1 and T2 extractor on the same node and get metal from both but no one talks about that in their stories either. and fabbers are great combat units if you can pause the game. if an enemy sends an attack force it becomes a donation.
 
In the game you can build a T1 and T2 extractor on the same node and get metal from both but no one talks about that in their stories either. and fabbers are great combat units if you can pause the game. if an enemy sends an attack force it becomes a donation.

Ah, well I can answer this one easily.


Cause I'm not the greatest Commander. I've lost a lot more matches than I've won >.>
I blame that on me being human instead of a hyperintelligent machine.
 
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Yeah neither did I till I had zoomed right in and saw one that they both still existed on mouse over
 
It might just be too slow. Games usually take less than half an hour to complete, which isn't enough time to do anything complicated.

Since the commander has time, though...

He should try it. Eating a planet.
Especially since he would need an appropriately sized ship, but what about converting it instead? A metal planet is superior to most death stars in pretty much every way. Also I just got an idea, for giga scale constructions like that what about sorta "meta" construction arms? Huge things that would spray macrobots covered with arms that spray nanobots, the microbots could be built in a honeycomb structure that uses depths instead of the normal surface only stuff, less efficient but more powerful.
 
27 – Forty Solid Snakes
27 – Forty Solid Snakes
While the Solid Snakes, as I've taken to calling them, make their way into the station, I turn a bit of attention to the giant space station prototype sitting right above it. It's basically almost totally shut down save for some minor bits that are keeping it stable but its reactor is still more than fully functional. Since I control most of the Maw Installation's systems – those that are completely isolated I can't reach without more time than I'm willing to spend with nanite clouds – it's a pretty simple matter to keep anyone from noticing that I'm powering it up.

Not that I'm planning on using it just yet. I just want to feel how

[ERROR, UNIT CAP REACHED, UNIT CLAIMATION HALTED]
[UNITS 50/50]
Are you fucking SERIOUS?!

It's a battlestation! It's a big dumb giant space station! It's not a starship god damn it!

Oh screw this. It's been like ten months I know way more about how to be a Commander intelligence, I can fix this. I can go right back into my internal programming, right past memories and there is that stupid black tar at the very center of my being. Get out, get oUT


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AAAAAAAAAAAAAAGHHHHH!

Pain pain pain pain pain pain oh jesus FUCK

- I'm falling onto my face completely while talking to the leaders of the Rebellion as I try to scream and scratch off flesh that I don't have because I'm made of metal

- Executor falling out of hyperspace and nearly ramming into a moon and every inch of it feels like it's on fire and chewing teeth I can't

- Every single HK droid on the Maw Installation deactivating and falling over oh god the pain every single one feels like an eternity of spikes tabbing into testicles that I don't have any more since the beginning of this

- I can feel every atom of my Commander body hurting how do they hurt you can't make individual atoms hurt but every single one is burning

- Production halts across Hub as the four Mega Dishes just stop every fabricator arm twitching in pain that a machine shouldcouldwould not feel

………….

……………………

[WARNING! CRITICAL CASCADE FAILURE IMMINENT! HARD SHUTDOWN INITIATED]

……….

[REBOOT SUCCESSFUL]

Ohhh…..my head….my eveything.

What happened?

How can – oh. It's all coming back now. I remember. I remember…everything. Fuck. I can feel and see the memories but unlike everything else in my memory banks the images and sensations are incredibly muted. I can view them like any other but they're…dull. Which is probably a good thing because the sheer amount of pain I just underwent literally almost killed me.

I'm serious.

It says it, right there in the code and the log files.

So…right.

Never doing that again. Fucking omnipotent entities. Fucking…shit!

I have to wipe the computers and observatories that saw the long missing Executor nearly ram into a moon nose first. I have to…shit I can wake up that body but the rebels are going to have questions – I'll deal with that later I guess, for now I just say that it was a momentary lapse in judgement from 'my' master who I've yet to tell them is me. I have to…I have to restart the building process of my new Mega Dishes. I have to get the HK droids on their feet because people heard forty droids clattering to the-

[ERROR, UNIT CAP REACHED, UNIT CLAIMATION HALTED]
[UNITS 30/30]

No.

No.

No no no no no no no no no no no!

NO!

Why!

I just…god damn it!

Fuck!

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I could elaborate further the thousands of hours I just spent inside my own head. The literal year of screaming one long 'fuck' into the void of my own accelerated mind. Or the ten thousand other things that I did as I spun off as many simultaneous mental processes as I could within a reasonable amount of time – all of which were dedicated to lamenting what had just happened. What my irritation and fury had finally dragged me into. Ten months of dealing with the unit cap and I finally just broke down and tried to fix it despite knowing what had happened the first time.

And now…I was being punished.

Twenty of my unit slots gone.

You may note that I am a bit calmer.

That is because ten years of screaming lets you really work your demons out. Or at least sufficiently repress them. I haven't done that, I've just moved on…hopefully.

As it is, I'll have my work cut out for me in fixing what's just happened – its only been about ten minutes in the real world – but I can do that. I have to be able to do that. What droids I could control silently executed the small group of guys who had come to investigate the sound of them all falling over at once – increased weight being something I hadn't fixed yet at the time – and then I went ahead and reclaimed half of my entire rescue force.

Because I had to now. I also got rid of nine of the ten crewmembers of the Golden Boy. Thankfully that one droid alone could run the ship without my direct control over Golden Boy being needed.

…anyway.

I think I'm going to go take some of my rage out on a madwoman and her band of flunkies. Rescue some people while I'm at it. But it's all right.

It's all right with me, what has happened.

Because after reclaiming all of my more vital units…I was able to do the same to the thing that had gotten me into this in the first place. My spoofing efforts hadn't stopped while I was…incapacitated, seeing as I'd stuck everything on a loop instead of actively interfering which is somewhat lucky.

But it's ok.

Because now…I have a Death Star. Even if it's just in the prototype range.

I can fix that last part.

First though…

Daala dies.

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You know, I feel like getting a post right out of nowhere just as I finish reading your others that came out like 50 minutes is becoming a trend.

Not that that's a problem or anything.
You should probably add some text to that somewhere. Or is that not against the rules here? I don't fucking know. Shit blurs together.

Wow Rob is an asshole. Seriously.
First legitimately aggravating asshole ROB that I've seen for a long time now.
 
Well, ouch. Glad to see I'm not the only one with the idea to include more ROB interaction. Funny enough, my story plan also includes poking something I shouldn't have and getting my mind shredded. ROB has to patch me up, which it sounds like yours has to as well after utterly raping your mind.
 
Tsk tsk tsk. Come on you should know by now to not mess with ROB. They will always get what they want, one way or another. No amount of Commander Progenitor Bullshit will change that .
 
Why don't you design semi autonomous units instead of micromanaging everything? I'm also sure you can deactivate and reactivate units at a super accelerated pace to control them.
 
Might as well as go full-katana on your units, and slave everything on 30 supervisor/overlord units. This way you could shift from C&C/classic one-unit-at-a-time system, to a squad-based system like from the WH40k RTS, or LotR Battle for Middle-Earth, or Company of Heroes.
 
Personally think you should make yourself a totally loyal intelligent sidekick who can handle stuff for you without having to manage everything.
 
28 – A Basket Of Death
28 – A Basket Of Death
I had plans.

Music, dramatic messing with the lighting, the discovery noise from Metal Gear, stuff like that.

All out the window now.

For the first time I was going to act like a classical Commander.

Silent.

Ruthless.

Hideously powerful.

No joking around, with my only goal being the complete and total annihilation of my foe.

Thirteen was a pretty unlucky number for the Maw Installation today. Thirteen HK droids, all of them Reddingtons, moving silently throughout the entire facility. They were loud and clanking so long as the stealth generators were off…but they were never off. I was able to directly feed them power in more than enough excess to keep them from being detectable in just about any way other than walking directly into them.

With the strength in their servos there was a healthy amount of snapping necks. So long as I was in command of the controls and cameras no one would notice a thing until it was far too late. For 'fun' I went and found Daala hunched over a terminal obsessively going over the next few week's patrol schedules. Perusing her diaries and private entries I found the quintessential Imperial. Racist as all hell, constantly talking about the superiority of the human race, proponent of alien slave labor, and dismissive of anyone trying to inject logic or regular kindness into her thoughts and actions.

Worse, I found her musings on her lover Tarkin. Apparently after spending whole years apart does something disturbing to one's sexual fantasies. I'm not going to kinkshame or whatever but I already hate this woman. This just makes things easier for me.

Anyway.

While I'm steadily exterminating the non-scientist/civilian/slave population of Maw Installation I have lucky number thirteen amongst my droid bodies present go to each of the hard locked terminals in their wake. Once physical access is achieved…so too does the information come into my mind. Even in my vaguely numb mental state I'm a little shocked at what the people here have managed to pull off. A bit of it is grudging respect while the rest of it is just detached observations on these various super weapons.

The Ion Ring, also known as the Climatizer. The people who worked on it were informed that it was meant as a terraforming device. By altering the weather and – eventually – the atmosphere of an entire planet it could completely change conditions that would otherwise be detrimental to life. Fitted onto a ring ship it could help planets…but was planned by the Imperial military as a giant storm generator that could devastate all Rebel planets that possessed a strong enough atmosphere. The head scientist may have killed himself and destroyed the ship a few years ago before Yavin even happened…but the data remained here.

World Devastators, cute name. Built to land on planets and use tractor beams powerful enough to rip the planets apart and directly harvest the materials within. Like a metal extractor but far more primitive and far more destructive to the planets that they were on. Equipped with molecular furnaces that could use the planets themselves as fuel to create starships, weapons, starfighters, droids, etc. while also having a specialized protocol built around self-improvement. Able to outright eat ships and instantly turn them into resources to be used. Essentially nothing I can't already do better and faster minus the destruction of the planets I would be using for far longer and more efficiently.

The Orbital Nightcloak, which is another planet killing weapon. Unlike the World Devastators they didn't destroy the planet itself, only the ability to sustain life. Unlike the other things so far it's actually a network of hundreds of specialized satellites that would cover a world from top to bottom. Then they'd distort every single type of light wavelengths, every type of light energy. Thus, the Nightcloak, as all sunlight would be stopped from getting to the planet and effectively cool it at an incredibly rapid pace. It would ice over, life would stop, and that would be how things would be afterwards. Even removing the Nightcloak afterwards would have already killed everything there. A powerful weapon but in the time it would take for me to set it up I could have killed a planet in a dozen other ways in far less time.

The Metal-Crystal Phase Shifter is far more interesting to my purposes. It's an altering beam that is capable of penetrating shields and then upon hitting a metal hull of a ship – the usual intended target – it would alter things at the molecular level. It would basically transform a huge chunk of the ship's hull to crystalline dust. Or at least that was the intended effect only instead what happened was that basically created millions of cracks in the target area as parts dissolved into the crystal dust. Overall the area affected would be greatly weakened compared to before to the point of most often just outright collapsing in on themselves. I don't know if it would be useful enough to me on a ship-level with the weapons I had access to…but on an infantry or at least just smaller scale level? Something else entirely.

Finally…the last of the bounty…and the greatest.

The Sun Crusher. Put into a single sentence: it makes suns go supernova and thus obliterate entire solar systems at once. A longer explanation is that it carries a small payload of special energy resonance torpedoes that it uses to fulfill its purpose. An energy, a hyperdrive, and all sorts of other things. One of the most devastating weapons to ever be inflicted onto the galaxy and now most likely never would if I had anything to say about it. But the thing that interested me most wasn't its potential as a weapon.

It was the quantum crystalline armor that it had which let it survive a blow from the Prototype Death Star's laser weapon.

That is some sweet shit right there.
 
It was the quantum crystalline armor that it had which let it survive a blow from the Prototype Death Star's laser weapon.

That is some sweet shit right there.
Very interesting.

Wonder if they have designs for the Galaxy Gun since it basically allows you to destroy anything from across the galaxy.
 
And here I was just about to make a joke about how someone earlier had suggested your unit cap double with the next universe to 100, and I'd suggest it go up.. to 51.

Guess it'd be 31 now! :p
 
"I have taken a bunch of Super Weapons! Planet killers! Meh, they're kinda boring . Does nobody make proper super weapons these days, or what?"
 
Oh, so remember when Theta saved that Rebel Fleet then scared them into not telling anyone? He might want to let Leia and co know that he actually did that. It would prooooobably make them like him a bit more. Also might help them get over his freak out.
 
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