Whill Shaman Dažbog
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Water is the most important element of life. For without Water, you cannot make Coffee.
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Post by Whill Shaman Dažbog on Jun 2, 2013 14:38:57 GMT -8
This was the nerve center and control point for the entire mining operation. Large control panels and holo0tables allowed the facilities administrators to monitor the productivity, safety and shipments of the base. They also monitored power levels and incoming transports. There was only one entrance a large titanium door that could be locked and magnetically sealed. The entrance as constantly guarded by at least four men.
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Xeonon Solomon
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Post by Xeonon Solomon on Jun 3, 2013 18:27:02 GMT -8
Finde Lor the President of Solomon Mines stood in front of the main computer for the company, since the decline of the GEC the company had taken many major losses. Having to pull back from many of its expeditions to far off planets it instead decided to consolidate. Thankfully Gold was a rare resource that never seemed to loose its value and the company had a major mine for that on several worlds which helped it sustain itself. In fact it was now the second best mining company in the galaxy besides Mandalmines.
Tapping the keys he pulled up what they had in Stock he smiled at it all. Four major mines still chugged out materials to them. More importantly however it fueled local economies which will hopefully bring the galaxy back from the brink.
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Xeonon Solomon
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Post by Xeonon Solomon on Jun 21, 2013 19:34:14 GMT -8
Inside head office things were grim, a message had been received from the Bothan home world. The colony had been taken over, or rather a set of numbers. 4512. Code for a new leader, a killer. Finde was in a fluster, why would someone want to invade and take control of one of the companies mines? Especially when the economy was at its worst since the first economic crash when the GEC failed. He didnt know and he was paid to care. So he did the one thing that made sense, he called up the man in charge of it all. Xeonon Solomon. Sending him the data file, he hoped for the best to happen.
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Xeonon Solomon
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Post by Xeonon Solomon on Jul 13, 2013 18:50:27 GMT -8
Xeonon had come to visit the mining facility, named after his recruiter and foster brother Gabriel Solomon. His business now. Walking in he nodded to Finde Lor who walked out, he knew better than to stay in the room when Xeonon was around, for he would always be up to his scheming things. Plus a few years back Xeonon had been abducted from the facility and he could do nothing to stop it.
Xeonon was about to do something crazy. He was going to put on the AJ^6 that connected him to all the droids and machines on site. Made popular by Lobot in popular culture it would become a cybernetic computer interface liaison able to mentally control computer systems. That and it would increase how smart Xeonon was at the same time. He needed to get away from the galaxy; what with a bounty on his head. Before doing that though Xeonon walked up to a computer console and pulled out a chip. Something that contained every thought, and skill Xeonon had ever learned.
Turning around he placed the chip inside the back of the YVH which he had brought with him. The once hollow droid now had two different things in his head. His original programming and the entirety of Xeonons consciousness. He would be the stand it. The double for Xeonon for he also had one other thing on him. A hologram projector like that of PROXY. As such he turned his appearance from that of the usual Vong hunting machine to that of Xeonon is his current state. He moved, looked and sounded like Xeonon.
You are to go back to the Capitol and pretend to be me until ordered otherwise. Then he put the headset on, the bits and stuff connecting his head and brain to everything around him. It was crazy the amount of thoughts he had all at once and it took him by surprise but after a few moments he managed to block it out.
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Xeonon Solomon
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Post by Xeonon Solomon on Apr 21, 2014 8:24:59 GMT -8
27 minutes after the Solomon Mine incident
The entrance to the admin center was scored with a handful of black burns on the walls, 4 dead bodies lay at the entrance and one in the hall. Finde Lor walked out first the muzzle of Ambroses rifle in his back. Walking up to the door Finde turned to look at the one who was manhandling him. Like I said, once weapons are detected in this part of the building, ones not register by the men who work here the door seals. No way in without blasting your way I-
He didn't get to finish his sentence as a He was gutshot.
Blaster still smoking he stepped over the man and reached behind his back. Taking a page from the stormtroopers playbook. All of the men on this operation had a single thermal detonator that would on respond to their code. Stick the device on the ground in front of the blast door he set the delay on ten seconds and ran around the corner. Opening his mouth and holding his gloved hands over his ears he felt the muffled whump and the heat. The edges that hadn't been burned off glowed a bright orange, but a 3 foot high hole was enough for him to get in.
Calling for one of his techies to come do his job he stood outside the door weapon at the ready. Although most of the defenders would be in a barracks or defending the wall, you never know when someone may come stab you in the back.
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Xeonon Solomon
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Post by Xeonon Solomon on May 23, 2014 18:22:51 GMT -8
30 Minutes after initial incident
Inside the room Ambrose could hear the mans fingers ticking away as he powered his way through any encryption. Something that had always eluded the man; give him a weapon and he could strip it clean it and put it back together in record time. Put him in front of a screen with a "simple" code and he was fucked worse than a slut in a gaudy house.
Hurry up in there will you, there is no telling when high comm gets word of this.
As if on cue a pair of half dressed guards rushed down the corridor weapons swinging wide not expecting to see someone inside this deep of the complex. The one on the right fell first, a smoking crater in his chest. The solider on the left; a Khommite clone had a few moments to spare and ducked back around the corner. Firing blindly the shots went into the wall meters from Ambrose.
You triple stupe bastard! Your going to damage the stuff inside this room and I am willing to bet its worth more to the Empire than your life. Lay down your arms and leave. You wont be harmed.
He wasnt stupid. Flash training had taught him well enough to know this was a lie, still that feeling of self preservation was almost enough to make him do it. Almost. Peeking around the corner he was greeted by a blast shattering the duracrete in front of his face. Losing the vision in his right eye he cursed himself for rushing here and not preparing.
Dark Night!
It was the only thing to come out of his mouth before he shot back spraying the gun from left to right. His perception off as he missed the final round by inches. It didnt matter. He felt his bones shatter into his lungs. He felt and tasted the blood as it drowned him. He felt the sweet embrace of death as the light faded from his eyes.
You have 4 hours to get it done.
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Xeonon Solomon
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Post by Xeonon Solomon on Jan 10, 2017 14:31:38 GMT -8
Sitting in the Administration Center main computer Xeonon poured over the records he had taken from the Muuns. Each of the four main consiraters had taken different things. Hevn, the mastermind and his apprentice had wanted what was rightfully his. The relics of the old Dark Jedi Order. The Mandalorian wanted money. Lots and lots of money. Xeonon on the other hand had wanted something a little more useful. Records. Papers. Information.
Although they would not make him rich beyond his dreams they would be able to help him in the long run. People always trusted banks and would hide their secrets in them. So far most of what he had was only useful if he wanted to blackmail someone. Hopefully he would stumble upon something soon.
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