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"How immature of you, Rofokal. Its just two thousand cloned spies. They would have died of old age in the week anyways. So what, if it means that we have lost a couple of worthless lives?"

Izaak von Schwartzkrieg, most notably known within the Order of the Contra Mundus and the Shadow Directorate as Tarkor V, or the Obsidian Lord, was the self proclaimed mastermind of the recent civil strife within the Galactic Empire and also was one of the two original Immortals. In addition, he held a seat within several different organizations that was composed of the most powerful individuals and families of the Galactic Empire. Also, he was a Commodore of the Imperial Navy, and was once known to have been the right hand man of the Former Warmaster, Otto von Reuentahl. He and his guest sat on two conference chairs aboard the Providence-class Cruiser, Eye of Roktar, an old vessel from the days of the Clone Wars. Drifting in the Deep Core for decades, this heavily modified Cruiser was no longer a warship, but a self sustained hive ship that was fully equipped with artificial farms and an eco-system of its own, often thanks to the Eyes capability to safely enter the atmosphere and then pick up some of the less violent herd creatures. Without guns, or much of crew requirements left, the order had managed to use their most recent find, the moon of Telti to their full advantage, selling most of their droids, and replacing them with the free newer and better droids.

It was this change that had saved the Order, without them even knowing. For years, Mechis III had been a blind spot for the Directorate and they had no idea that the transmission they intercepted a few hours ago had any importance. Nonetheless, the Directorate was involved and was told to archive the decoded significance for this powerful transmission. While the two Immortals waited, Rofokal and Izaak waited for the results. However, during the wait, reports from all over the galaxy of the loss of contact with Directorate Agents had been plaguing Rofokal, the acting Director of the Shadow Directorate. Reuentahl had been also annoyed at the loss of contact with his Logos Legions, according to the original plan, they should have evacuated from the capital of Muunilinst a good standard 12 hours ago.

Lord Obsidian, if I may intervene? We have a report from both the Directorate and a transmission from Telti.

Excellent. We have been waiting, welcome, L-5 and you as well, Iron Lord.

The two identical figures lowered their heads in reverence to their purpose of existence, indeed, if it wasnt for the Immortals, they would never have been created, never mind given such a privilege as to hold the Galaxy at its throat. One wore a grey mantle that covered his chest plate and draped all the way back to the floor, on the other hand, the other had two yellow eyes glowing as its photoreceptors, but a third eye could be seen glowing green from its forehead.

Greetings, Obsidian Lord. I would like to inform you that Telti is back online, almost a week ahead of schedule, and that the Transports have reported back to Telti, informing that Muunilinst was a great success, everything went according to plan. Our losses amounted to exactly one million, three hundred and seventy six thousand six hundred and ninety one Battle Droids of both kinds. As if to compensate, during their seventy two hour absence, we have managed to accumulate a total of 1.5 Million Battle Droids.

L-5 stopped as his third photoreceptor noticed three sets of eyes on him, if he had flesh on his face, he would have raised his eyebrow in a quizzical look. The last time the trio had heard a report from L-5, the report was he would not have the place operational for another week and a half. However, not only had he reported that it was now operational almost seven days in advance, but he had also reported he had managed to build more droids over the course of three days that they had between the shutdown of all droid manufacturing until maintenance could be completed and the return of the droids 72 hours later.

OhI guess you are wondering how I got them all back up. Simple, My Lords, the total sentient biological population of the Moon of Telti is Zero. All we had to do was to simply open all blast doors and all docking ports and flush the atmosphere out and thus reduce the temperature of the facility to well below sub zero. That cooled down the overheated facility and then it was a simple procedure of repairing the facility within a day, and then after that, we just simply allowed the belts to continuously bring out droid after droid upon completion of the individual belts. The result is a nice number of one and a half million droids ready for deployment. Unfortunately we must bring them into the atmosphere the traditional way this time, until the next operation due to the loss of 100% of our drop pods. Muunilinst was an expensive battle in that count. .But we now know the exact requirement for the pods. They will be cheaper and easier to produce next and we can do this here now that we have little reason to hide.

Indeed, allow me to fill you in on the details of the report from the Directorate. They have dissected the transmission and they seem to affect several droid types that are numbering on the trillions throughout the galaxy. These include most labor droids, household droids, protocol droids, and all military droids unless like us they are privately funded, and other mass produced types. The transmission has been sent primarily from the core worlds, and from the most logical explanations, and from the fact that the reports of the loss of our agents are coming out in waves centered on a certain planet; we have derived it to be centered in the proximity of an uninhabited star system. However, it is difficult to assume such a place to be the source of the transmission since as I said; it is uninhabited within our records. The closest planets after that is numerous and cannot be easily identified, howeverour database has provided us with a hint.

The image of Reuentahl stepped aside and was replaced with a holographic image of a portion of the Core Worlds, and within it were three dots indicating the locations that contact had been lost with, and thenthree yellow dots. One was the unnamed uninhabited world with a designation number. The other two worlds were the two planets that the Order had kept an eye on for their future projects to bolster their Droid Army. One was the overcrowded planet of Metellos riddled with hiding places for a droid foundry within its industrial sectors. The other was Mechis III, a known Imperial and later on independent Droid manufacturing facility. Both held infrastructure for droid production and were viable candidates for the Orders expansion. Their close proximity to the so called center of the waves indicated that there were hidden forces at work when it came to the droid rebellionIzaaks eyes were gleaming with amusement over the report. Not only had they found a reason to subjugate the worlds they had eyed for so long, but they also could have found something that could help them get more droids under their command.

We have two choices if this turns out to be a separate Droid Rebellion against their Fleshy Masters. One is to eliminate them. The otherto assist them, with an initial wave of Three Million War Droids, then after that, 500000 droids a day

The infant, Rofokal looked at his elder cousin, and shook his head. Unlike his elder brethren, Rofokal still maintained a vestige of his sanity, and he had been opposed to the War from the start, however, he could not express it too much otherwise he risked the fate of Beryl. The Fire Lord who had met his death in Muunilinst by order of the Obsidian Lord and the Emerald Lord.

Either case, the Logos Lords would do well to go instead of us Humans. They would be more welcoming towards those who have a will to liberate all Droidkind from their mortal masters. How can you even be sure its some kind of plan from the shadows? For all we know it could be that the lesser beings of the Galaxy found our cells and eliminated them? Just because this wave has a possibility of driving Droids insane

They do, Rofokal. We purchased droids from the other companies that had yet to go insane and sent them with observers to nearby planets. The reports from the Holonet are all the same. What little we can see from the rest of the Holonet is all filled with the news of a New Droid Rebellion, so much so that the Imperial Civil War has been drowned by this new event.

Izaak shook his head and clapped his hands to stop the further disagreement between his favorite child and his favorite toy. He would not have them arguing over such a trivial manner. Indeed, he waved his hand to Reuentahl with a sneer, Reuentahl having seen this bowed his head low and silenced his comments, resulting in a one sided monologue from the unassuming Rofokal. When Rofokal did not even think about stopping, now entering a jeering mode seeing as how Reuentahl didnt even reply, and remained with his head lowered, Izaaks patience had been worn out. Not only had Rofokal failed to take a hint, he had actually taken it as an opportunity to express his opinion that was a direct violation to the Code of Conduct for all immortals.

Izaak unable to take it anymore, slammed his fists on his throne, and as he stood up in anger, he found himself losing his eyesight momentarily, unable to shout at the little rascal as he had at first wanted. The next thing he knew, he was looking at the ceiling, his body sprawled on the floor, he could see his throne, but more than anything, he looked at Rofokal, and a smile came to his face, his eyes were amused to see eyes full of fear, anger and confusion staring right back at him. Izaak brought himself up to his feet and he punched a button to bring in a modified IT-3 Unit. The IT series interrogation droid had been modified to be a floating medical droid, which would be able to respond to his calls faster using faster repulsorlift units to propel it across the ship. That blackout was worrisome, and also, the pain stricken face of Rofokal and his wheezing breathing was something he had to have checked over.

After the examination of his body, and then the examination of Rofokals status, the Droid return with a simple report. Rofokal was as good as dead, his windpipe was crushed beyond repair and there was no saving him. Internal bleeding had spread through three separate portions of his body and there was no indication as to how he had suffered such damage. Reuentahl informed Izaak that he was only out for five seconds before he had come to, and when he fell, Rofokal had already stopped teasing and had instead started to choke. This was not much of a loss, only a century of work, nothing major. They could make a new one, or even better, not make one at all. Just let the little bastard die. He had been a noisy imp anyways. Izaak then followed through with the report and from there, his face turned even paler than normal. Slumping on his throne, he slammed his fist and the next thing he knew; he opened his eyes with a worried Reuentahl in front of him, and a Holographic Image of L-5. The chamber was a mess as a small fire had apparently been put out, and a charred corpse of Rofokal was there.

Its those blasted midi-Chlorians again, isnt it, Izaak! You more or less made that Medical Droid explode in your face. What readings did the report say?

Reuentahl snatched the datapad with the report on it from the still clenching humans hand, and took a short read of it. The artificial eyes swung back and forth from one side of the report to another, and went up and down reading then rereading the report. Standing up, he walked away from the throne and kicked a half burnt Conference table across the room in a sheer sign of anger, a rare occasion to see emotion come from the Cyborg.

L-5! Order L-2, L-3 and L-4 to assemble their Legions and head out to the Mechis System ASAP! Continue production of the Droids on Telti but prepare to receive the CIS Viper Droids! The recent lack of escorts is a worrying factor! Reuentahl, Out!

The holographic image of L-5 disappeared as he lowered his head in acknowledgement. Reuentahl activated another transmission to the Crew Quarters, where Emerald picked up the summons.

Emerald! Bring Obsidian an YsalamiriNOW! We have no time to lose, the Midi-Chlorian count is increasing! At this rate we will jeopardize the entire Operation that has been going for the past Six hundred Years! We will meet you at the Medical Bay!

Emerald didnt even reply, he rushed off to do the demanded duty. Reuentahl looked back at the throne, with a slumped Izaak on it, about seven meters away. Taking a giant leap, Reuentahls leg servomotors groaned as he landed, making two large dents on the deck. Picking up the smaller Izaak in his cold metal hands, Reuentahl ran out the conference chamber at a speed far greater than any human could manage. For the first time in Half Millennia, the Order was cast into the uncertainties of Chaos. For while it was not generally known to the other members of the Element Lords, Izaak von Schwartzkrieg, the Obsidian Lord, was the Heir to the title of the High Lord, and the only true immortal. Moonstone was a decoy in case anyone got too close to Obsidian, and over three hundred clones had fulfilled that title and responsibility to protect the beloved Obsidian Lord. His death.signaled the Death of the Order, and he suffered from a never before seen condition, where the Midi Chlorians continued to multiply inside his system. For five hundred years, Izaak had been under medication to keep their population low. But now, the Midi Chlorians had adapted and had bypassed the defenses. No one knew what would happen if the Midi Chlorians multiplied to what was termed the Critical Point. However, the Order had deemed it too risky to test it out. Therefore, they had over time moved closer and closer to the Sith, to see if their sorcery could help limit the plague.