[centre][b]Druckenwell; Facility 1001010101100001; Too damned early.[/b][/centre] Korani stood in the command centre of the Black Heart studying the holographic representation of the battle. He could see out the forward transparisteel viewport. The sight of blaster fire leaping from the Droid Foundry a bright haze. Instead he turned to the Muun next to him. "A nasty problem you have here. A droid rebellion isn't going to go well on your record Skeem." "Yes, it is a terrible affair. I think one of my competitors are trying to sabotage me, I remember your company from when I ... traded... you that station so long ago. It just occured to me that you might be able to help remove this problem for me in a more discreet manner." The Banker said with concern, enough that he hadn't even brought droid escorts. "And that is indeed something I can help an old friend with, especially if he might be willing to do us a favour in the future." Korani remarked. Next to him Fidel Castrot was directing the battle against the facility. "First Company. Press the Northern Flank. No Regrets one through eight. Support the push. Second Company. Reduce resistance, Sixth Company provide support to the first. Free platoons increase pressure on the flanks." He ordered plainly as Korani's forces moved up. "Four through Six Company. Mount up in the Surprise Parties prepare for Happy Hour, the Guests have arrived." Korani studied the plans and could find no fault. He'd secured Fidel Castrot's services and they were paying off. He was a consumate General. The Companies of Duros and Zabraks followed Castrot's orders to the letter. And predictably, the droids responded in accordance with his expectations. The B-1 Battle Droids marched out in Phalanx to try and break the weak line. Hundreds of them with a few dozen B-2 Battle Droids in support. Walking clean into the trap in an effort to force the battle. "Sir, permission to clean out the rabble sir?" Castrot asked smoking the cigar that seemed to be omnipresently in his mouth huffing great clouds of smoke. "Certainly Castrot." Korani responded with a smily and a friendly pat of the Muun's shoulder. --- The droids marched out of the Foundry trying to secure their freedom, their rebellion. The weak front presented by their enemy gave them the chance. And so delving deep into their programming they responded as they were, well, programmed to. Marching out in a great phalanx with their blasters firing at their entrenched enemies. The tanks were taking the firepower of the droids with little difficulty, the foundry not being tooled for anti-tank. And the men were well trained in the use of cover, those dropping to enemy fire well within the realm of possibility for bacta to save. And then, little to the droids knowledge an order was given. "Second Company. Maximal Resistance. All supporting elements. Formation Clean Sweep." Turbolasers from the No Regrets that had been poorly fired were now all too accurate the shots blasting apart swathes of the droid core as the APCs moved in on their Repulsors the APCs weapons flashing. Most of the Surprise Parties dived into the facility itself and disgorged their Zabrak Shock Troopers within, the flash of blaster fire beginning almost instantly. --- Fire ripped through the droid phalanx as Korani watched before he keyed the rear hatch of the Black Heart. "Well it's time to get in close. You gentlemen joining us?" Korani asked of the other Duros bounty hunters waiting for his word. Their answer was filing out of the hatch. Korani joined them and jetpacked for the facility. "Tibanna Pizza Delivery. Under thirty shots or the last ones free." The droids had already moved out of the facility but there were new ones being produced. The Zabrak Shock Troops inside the facility were already working to destroy the ones coming off the production line as Korani blasted a trio of B-2s with his Dur-24 Wrist Blasters and destroyed a pair of B1s with his Lanvarok as his men worked to gun them down. Arriving in the main control centre of the Droid Foundry Korani studied the controls and expertly employed his power of reason and deduction by hitting the big red button labelled emergency shutdown. With a resounding grinding halt the facility juddered to a halt with the facility stomping to nothing. The last few droids rattling off the production line. "Skeem, we've got it all under control in here. You can bring in your staff and retool them, but please try and find the fault and shut it down, I don't work pro-bono often and I don't think you pay for my services without somebody noticing." Korani remarked over the comm. --- [centre][b]Stranger Here Myself; Hersaun III Orbit; Cantina.[/b][/centre] Kenno Thar sat back on the stool studying the data in front of him, the contracts offered him were frustrating. Balancing the needs of the Republic and CIS, the simplest thing was to take the minor gov contracts which he did promptly, but moving on from that he'd taken a high value Republic Contract for the Droid Foundry, it was almost totally riskless, and a lesser CIS contract for another of the holdings. Truth be told Kenno was just glad that he hadn't been dragged along to the battle at Druckenwell. He never had favoured being dragged into combat ops. Over the holonet screen over on the side Thar frowned at it. [i]A cut to a battle. Duros units scything down a fleeing fleeting enemy. Tanks moving after them closely. Firing their weapons with precision into the fleeing foe. Too indistinct to see the enemy.[/i] "Have you ever had this happen to you? Fleeing a superior force? Contact Hadrian's Blade Military Contractors and you can be on the winning side." [i]The scene changes to show a happy customer standing on the back of the Tank shaking hands as a shot from it detonates something in the background.[/i] "Hadrians Blade Military Contractors. Killing people so you don't have to." Kenno just groaned into his drink.