The rebellion came out of nowhere; a billion droids rising up in an instant and plunging the galaxy into the entropic depths of a true civil war once again.
And yet, even when the war was at its darkest point, when the droids swept all life from the surface of Bilbringi with their foul superweapon, there was a glimmer of light on the distant horizon. People, utilising the strength of individuality that few droids could claim, managed to fight back; a few here, a few there. It wasn't much, but it was enough. They managed to slow the droids just enough for the governments of the galaxy to fight back.
The Empire was the first to recover, and Stormtroopers by the hundred scoured Coruscant's surface of the droid menace. Their Darktroopers and War Droids, walking arsenals made far from the tainted works on Mechis III, worked in unison with the plasteel clad workers and soon the droids were beaten, driven down into the depths of Coruscant.
And the Republic, that bastion of light for so many years. They fared little worse, for while they lacked the unaffected droid armies of the Empire, their guardians, the Jedi, soon poured from their temple. Few droids were a threat after that.
The other governments fought also; The Sith on their distant homeworld shattered the few droids there with storms of lightning that ravaged the already ruined land. The Pirates, constantly paranoid, descended on the droids on fair Ryustlore in drunken swarms, smashing them beneath the sheer weight of their numbers. Even the Corporate Sector Authority managed to fight back, despite the fact that their Prex had been stolen away by the cursed machines.
Still, things were far from fine in this shattered galaxy, and there was still much to be done if the droids were to be stopped.
And yet, even when the war was at its darkest point, when the droids swept all life from the surface of Bilbringi with their foul superweapon, there was a glimmer of light on the distant horizon. People, utilising the strength of individuality that few droids could claim, managed to fight back; a few here, a few there. It wasn't much, but it was enough. They managed to slow the droids just enough for the governments of the galaxy to fight back.
The Empire was the first to recover, and Stormtroopers by the hundred scoured Coruscant's surface of the droid menace. Their Darktroopers and War Droids, walking arsenals made far from the tainted works on Mechis III, worked in unison with the plasteel clad workers and soon the droids were beaten, driven down into the depths of Coruscant.
And the Republic, that bastion of light for so many years. They fared little worse, for while they lacked the unaffected droid armies of the Empire, their guardians, the Jedi, soon poured from their temple. Few droids were a threat after that.
The other governments fought also; The Sith on their distant homeworld shattered the few droids there with storms of lightning that ravaged the already ruined land. The Pirates, constantly paranoid, descended on the droids on fair Ryustlore in drunken swarms, smashing them beneath the sheer weight of their numbers. Even the Corporate Sector Authority managed to fight back, despite the fact that their Prex had been stolen away by the cursed machines.
Still, things were far from fine in this shattered galaxy, and there was still much to be done if the droids were to be stopped.
