Date: 2020-07-24 10:38 am (UTC)
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"Good," Ibani says, her smile proud and fierce at his remark about being harder to kill than she had been giving him credit for. The Force is full of the feeling of immense relief and her body language reflects that.

"We call it the Foundry, no idea what its original builders called it. It's old, unspeakably old, twenty thousand years is the low end of our estimate of its age." She pulls up a map of the complex with the hand that Ben isn't touching. (She wants the physical contact too much to break it.)

It's a space station/factory complex carved into a truly enormous asteroid, and the outside of it is bristling with nasty looking guns. It doesn't look quite like anything built by the modern sapient species of the galaxy, but like something more primordial. "The alien race and culture that built it is gone, but they combined the Force with technology in ways we still don't understand," she explains. "The Foundry is capable of producing very nasty droids at a staggering rate, enough to wipe out the more than 97% of the Imperial population that have Sith blood in them."

She smiles bitterly. "Which was also their plan 20 years ago when I fought and killed a Jedi called Revan there. The Jedi Council and the Republic both claimed that they had no knowledge of what he was planning, of course, despite the very obvious presence of other Jedi and a large chunk of the Republic Navy."
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