Gizor Dellso’s Victory
Although the Clone Wars were over, some people never seem to get the message. The worst case of denial was Gizor Dellso, a Geonosian Separatist who'd somehow escaped Lord Vader's efforts to wipe out the remnants of the CIS. Lord Vader tracked him to Mustafar and brought us in to finish the job. It seemed like a simple enough mission, but when we saw the fleet of droid ships hovering over the planet, we suddenly realized that Dellso's denial mechanisms were more dangerous than we'd imagined.
The slight whiff of nostalgia the 501st had enjoyed fighting the droid fleet over Mustafar had already grown sour by the time we'd established orbital positions. Now it was time to find out what this was all about.
“Commander Bow,” A 501st Menber named “Fox” started. “We have engaged the CIS Remnant Forces,”
“Good, I’ll be ready soon.” Bow told him.
Fox nodded and ran to out of the life support room to get in TIE fighter.
Bow stopped to replace his ground armor to the normal Imperial Pilot suit. Then he called over a group of 7 pilots.
“You there, Come here.”
“I need you to bomb the enemy ship once I disable the shields.” Commander Bow told them.
“Good,” Bow said. Then he turned and entered the hanger and jumped into a TIE fighter.
I’m ready for this, Gizor’s ships are toast, Bow thought.
The TIE fighter blasted out into space. Explosians where all around him destroying the other fighters. Suddenly a Tri-fighter was in front of him. Bow launched a torpedo that missed. The Tri-fighter however opened fire, destroying Bow’s TIE fighter’s rightwing. Smoke bellowed out of the ship. Or maybe not, Bow thought.
The OOM battle droid flew the tri-fighter to the TIE fighter that he had blown the wing off. He reached down ready to fire, then he did. The lasers blew off the other wing. And the TIE fighter started spinning down to the planet. Mindlessly the droid simply turned to the next TIE.
Minor entry: Hours later after the 501st defeated Gormo’s CIS space fleet. We landed on the rotten planet Mustafar, and found Commander Bow.
Main Entry: By the time we'd made our way to the molten surface of Mustafar, it was apparent that Dellso had been a busy little bug. All by his lonesome, he'd found a previously hidden droid factory, fired it up and cranked out his own private army of battle droids. Needless to say, this got the men of the 501st a little hot under the helmet, and not just because of all that lava. Truth be told we'd all had our fill of those gear heads during the war, and we couldn't stomach the thought of going through another one.
Gizor Dellso stood with 5 other members of his species.
“Let out the prototype,” Gizor told the others for the 3rd time.
“But sir,” one of the others replied, it was Gof Horn.
“Do it,” Gizor demanded.
“Sir..” Gof complained again.
Gizor lifted up his blaster and shot the Geonosian. The body fell to the ground. Gizor walked over and hit the button that unleashed the deadly prototype they had finished building just minutes ago. The droid exited the room and started to clank down to the battle.
“What are you waiting for, make more now,” Gizor said gazing at the other 4.
They scrambled to there work. Gizor looked away wondering if the stormtroopers even had a chance against his new battle droids.
Commander Bow, saw the droid before any one else did. He jumped back hiding behind a corner.
“That must be the new droid,” Bow told his troops.
“But I thought they weren’t complete,” One of his troops piped in.
“Obviously not,” Bow said in dismay.
Then the droid heard them. It shot a trooper who was still looking at the droid. The stormtrooper was vaped immediately, leaving nothing but dust. Bow just stared. Suddenly his troops started firing rapidly trying to kill the droid.
“KILL IT,” Bow shouted.
Then the droid’s hand opened…then launched a grenade through the air. Bow parried to the side barely avoiding the blast. Unfortunately, the others were not so lucky they turned into dust like the other trooper. Bow ran down the hall to get away from the droid. He entered a nearby room, and regretted it immediately.
A scream echoed through the producing room. Gizor Dellso smiled as he watched the stormtrooper commando turn to dust on the security hologram. The commando had stumbled into the room where thousands of his new droids were being made in minutes. A new age had begun and Gizor expected it to continue.
“Officer,” Gizor called to a nearby worker.
“Yes sir?” The officer asked.
“Send a thousand of these droids to Coruscant. Use the underworld ways to get in.”
“Yes sir,” the officer responded. “But whose service should we use?”
“Ask Tyber Zhan, offer him lets say…a million credits.”
“Right away, sir,”