The factory of Gwori was vibrant and full of life, despite most of that life being made of circuits and metal alloys. Droids zipping around making sure each piece of the Munificent star frigate they each were working on were prepared for space, sealing their panels tightly and making sure all functions were operational. Occasionally a B1 droid will accidentally step in front of one of the light turbolaser turrets while they test it and maybe said droid gets obliterated by the B1 droids testing the weapon. This was one of those times, and it just happened that General Kha Vulpus was watching over the construction of Grievous' fleet, watching the blasted droids screwing around.
"BLASTED DROIDS! GENERAL GRIEVOUS WILL TAKE OUR HEADS IF HE DISCOVERSE YOU ALL ARE WASTING TIME DESTROYING EACHOTHER!" The wolf like leader shouted, kicking the remaining feet of the destroyed Battle droid. The enraged creature waved his fist up at the "defective" droids testing the cannons.
"What's he yelling about?" a droid holding a data pad asked, looking to the droid sitting at the weapon's command console.
"I don't know, I can barely hear him from up here." The droid replied, shrugging. "Anyway, this one works, time for the next one." The droids moved away, ignoring the small figure waving his fist at them.
Kha growled, looking around the factory to see that despite their lower intelligence, they were making a fleet that could rival the old Confederacy. These Munificent frigates were superior to their former models, better hull plating, the newest turbo lasers, superior Ion drive thrusters; all these to try and be a challenge to the Imperial Star Destroyers. Kha was grateful he had a research team working on improving their existing material all these years. He knew that wasn't a waste of time.
A tactical droid approached Vulpus, grabbing his attention. "Sir, General Grievous is returning from his mission." It said in his monotone voice. Vulpus rubbed his snout, working out some stress that built up dealing with these imbeciles. The wolf grabbed the data pad it was holding and began to walk out of the hangar.
"MAKE SURE THEY DON'T BLOW EACHOTHER UP ANYMORE!" He commanded to the droid, leaving the hangar and returning to the surface. The Tactical droid nodded, watching as Kha left only to hear the sound of another turbo laser blast. Turning around, the droid saw that there were two feet where a B1 battle droid stood. Looking up to the same frigate Kha was yelling at, another armament was smoking, having just been fired.
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Kha stepped off of the lift, walking onto the Shipyard proper. He gazed upon his bustling trade city. The Shipyard had turned from a small shanty town atop the landing pad of a defunct Separatist factory into trade destination for the Outer Rim. One could barely tell they were walking on a landing platform with how the city had grown. All of the makeshift tents had been replaced with more stable structures, and one could have compared it to a city of the Republic before the Empire.
This was, of course, neutral territory, and whenever Imperial or Rebellion vessels tried to enter atmosphere, they were ordered to leave or be decimated. Kha did not want a major battle to break out in his city, although he feared that day would rear its ugly head sooner or later. Looking up into the sky, past the rooftops of the town, he saw his masterpiece, his middle finger to the Empire and the former Republic.
The Centurion-class Star Destroyer.
The General's flagship.
Luckily, Grievous would not have brought any tails from the Empire. The Imperial Bane jumped through a number of different systems before reaching it's safe haven, somewhere which it would enter a jamming zone, in which if the Empire was trying to find which system they had jumped to, they would lose the scent halfway to Grievous' destination. He knew he wasn't a hoarder when he was storing all of those jamming towers after the fall of the Confederacy.
He watched as the Imperial Bane entered the planet's atmosphere and moved across the sky, towards the hidden dry dock constructed specifically for this beautiful tool of destruction. Following the vessel's flight path, he stormed through the crowd heading for the landing area that was still used as a landing area. Two security droids saluted him as he passed through, heading for his own personal craft, a hover bike with no weaponry. It had blasters once, but he had modified it so his legs wouldn't rub against the weapons which would burn his legs. He hopped onto the vehicle and activated it, the hum as it activated pleasing him, telling him that it still functioned properly. He then flew out of the gate which lead to the vast Barrens. This planet did not have any major cities aside from The Shipyard, only having a few villages trying to make use of this planet. He had allowed them to come before, but now he was hoping that if they still existed, they would join The General and his growing faction.
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Kha saw the 'secret' hangar for the Imperial Bane in the distance, the fake ground growing more obvious the closer he got. He rode up to the edge of the doors and stepped off, walking over to a peculiar rock. He tapped on it, revealing a holographic keypad. inputting some commands, the ground beneath him began to lower into the earth, revealing that he was on a hidden lift. He crossed his arms as the lift retracted from the surface, gazing upon the vessel as it began repairs, droids flying around and fixing any damages the ship may have taken.
Once he reached the main hangar floor, he was introduced to two of Grievous' Red Commandos. Sighing, Kha restrained the urge to smash these droids, for he would actually be ending a life or two if he did. "WHERE IS HE?" The general asked, walking off the platform, causing the two droids to follow him.
"He is currently training against a few IG-100 units." One of the commandos said, its synthesized soft voice reminding Kha that these commandos were once those Red Death Troopers, and that their forced servitude managed to save their lives in the end.
"THOSE THINGS ARE RARE. HE BETTER NOT COMPLETLY DESTROY THEM!" Kha said, picking up his pace and entering a fast jog. The two droids followed, their metallic sprint echoing within the hangar.