Hey, sorry to say this, but college is really kicking my ass right now so I'm going to need to drop out of this thread. Really loved RPing with you guys, and I hope this thread continues! Best of luck!
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Emergency Response Droid F7-250
A blur of blue and white, F7 streaked down the corridors that twisted inside the Ardent Liberty's interior. The machine bounded off walls, leaped over the panicked and frantic movements of other humanoids rushing towards the sounds of battle, and ricocheted past all manner of obstacles in order to complete its task. As an ERD, response time was everything, and F7 in particular was programmed to seek out the most efficient path possible to better preserve organic life. Ever the slave to its programming, F7 would not be denied in the pursuit of its goal. Absolute focus, that was the reward droids received in exchange for the chaotic non-conformity of most other sentient, and it proved this focus that spurred F7's servos into action.
Its agile, cat-like form screeched to a halt in front of the flashing, red lights of Engineering; small sparks birthed into existence as metal scraped against metal underneath the droid's feet. Optical scanners scouring for signs of distress, F7's large, blue head provided stark contrast to the emergency lights shinning above as the machine ducked into the room. It didn't take long for the droid to locate the sprawled and slightly bleeding form of an engineer, the poor man's head being cradled by a fellow organic as others swarmed around the pair.
"Attention, my purpose is the extraction and preservation of injured organics. That humanoid has sustained damage to its chassis, and I will repair it to the best of my ability. Permission is not required," F7 explained flatly to the worried form of the uninjured engineer. Its programming dictated that during times of stress, organics tended to respond irrationally to stimuli, and as such, when the conditions were met, F7 was to lend its aide as its processors deemed logical. The engineer did not offer resistance as its three-pronged digits gingerly replaced hers. The whir and buzz of its processors operating at full capacity hummed quietly as F7 analyzed the sustained wounds. Unconscious, Human male. Carpal bones seemed to have sustained three hairline fractures, and abrasion on left-side cranium indicates head injury. Possible concussion. Solution: Immediate transfer to medical bay for further aide.
"I will be relocating this organic to the nearest medical facility. I recommend you return to your preassigned task so that other organics do not succumb to the opposition's star-craft fire. Lasers are extremely hazardous to one's health," F7 ordered matter-of-factly to the still sitting engineer. Without waiting to see if the humanoid responded, the machine proceeded to carry the injured organic in its arms bridal-style and rushed towards the Med-Bay. While the Human seemed fairly stable, F7 did not want to risk the chance of the Corvette's now obvious and risky landing jeopardizing its new patient.
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Dark Jedi Akaemos Fain
That cold, cruel smirk crept its way back onto Akaemos' face as Tras Oren's words buzzed into his comlink. Heading his Commander's que, the Chiss fell in line with the rest of now apparent Acolytes. He saw a few familiar faces, well, masks rather, stand at attention beside Tras Oren. However, one caught his that he hadn't noticed before. She introduced herself to the Hutt and its surrounding henchmen as Darth Ianthinus, before falling back in-line with the rest of her fellows. Her accent was strange, Akaemos decided. Not quite Imperial, but rather more colloquial and relaxed. Perhaps I should keep an eye out for her, he thought to himself. It was perhaps a bit too irregular to so casually introduce oneself to a crime lord and its lackeys, and it would be just like the Jedi to attempt to infiltrate their ranks, but then again, Akaemos had a tendency to jump at shadows. Regardless of its legitimacy, the Chiss kept his concern filed away in the back of his mind for later.
Ready for whatever those Jedi scum brought for his entertainment and ever the creature of Imperial habits, Akaemos waited for further orders from his superior and the green light to assault the New Republic crew.
A blur of blue and white, F7 streaked down the corridors that twisted inside the Ardent Liberty's interior. The machine bounded off walls, leaped over the panicked and frantic movements of other humanoids rushing towards the sounds of battle, and ricocheted past all manner of obstacles in order to complete its task. As an ERD, response time was everything, and F7 in particular was programmed to seek out the most efficient path possible to better preserve organic life. Ever the slave to its programming, F7 would not be denied in the pursuit of its goal. Absolute focus, that was the reward droids received in exchange for the chaotic non-conformity of most other sentient, and it proved this focus that spurred F7's servos into action.
Its agile, cat-like form screeched to a halt in front of the flashing, red lights of Engineering; small sparks birthed into existence as metal scraped against metal underneath the droid's feet. Optical scanners scouring for signs of distress, F7's large, blue head provided stark contrast to the emergency lights shinning above as the machine ducked into the room. It didn't take long for the droid to locate the sprawled and slightly bleeding form of an engineer, the poor man's head being cradled by a fellow organic as others swarmed around the pair.
"Attention, my purpose is the extraction and preservation of injured organics. That humanoid has sustained damage to its chassis, and I will repair it to the best of my ability. Permission is not required," F7 explained flatly to the worried form of the uninjured engineer. Its programming dictated that during times of stress, organics tended to respond irrationally to stimuli, and as such, when the conditions were met, F7 was to lend its aide as its processors deemed logical. The engineer did not offer resistance as its three-pronged digits gingerly replaced hers. The whir and buzz of its processors operating at full capacity hummed quietly as F7 analyzed the sustained wounds. Unconscious, Human male. Carpal bones seemed to have sustained three hairline fractures, and abrasion on left-side cranium indicates head injury. Possible concussion. Solution: Immediate transfer to medical bay for further aide.
"I will be relocating this organic to the nearest medical facility. I recommend you return to your preassigned task so that other organics do not succumb to the opposition's star-craft fire. Lasers are extremely hazardous to one's health," F7 ordered matter-of-factly to the still sitting engineer. Without waiting to see if the humanoid responded, the machine proceeded to carry the injured organic in its arms bridal-style and rushed towards the Med-Bay. While the Human seemed fairly stable, F7 did not want to risk the chance of the Corvette's now obvious and risky landing jeopardizing its new patient.
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Dark Jedi Akaemos Fain
That cold, cruel smirk crept its way back onto Akaemos' face as Tras Oren's words buzzed into his comlink. Heading his Commander's que, the Chiss fell in line with the rest of now apparent Acolytes. He saw a few familiar faces, well, masks rather, stand at attention beside Tras Oren. However, one caught his that he hadn't noticed before. She introduced herself to the Hutt and its surrounding henchmen as Darth Ianthinus, before falling back in-line with the rest of her fellows. Her accent was strange, Akaemos decided. Not quite Imperial, but rather more colloquial and relaxed. Perhaps I should keep an eye out for her, he thought to himself. It was perhaps a bit too irregular to so casually introduce oneself to a crime lord and its lackeys, and it would be just like the Jedi to attempt to infiltrate their ranks, but then again, Akaemos had a tendency to jump at shadows. Regardless of its legitimacy, the Chiss kept his concern filed away in the back of his mind for later.
Ready for whatever those Jedi scum brought for his entertainment and ever the creature of Imperial habits, Akaemos waited for further orders from his superior and the green light to assault the New Republic crew.
Sure, no prob. It was kinda just to give F7 something to do anyway, so it's all good.
@Aerath Aww, thanks man! It's been a lot of fun writing from that perspective, and I'm glad people are likeing it :)
@VitaVitaAR Also, just checking, did you want me to edit out that part about fire in my last post?
@VitaVitaAR Also, just checking, did you want me to edit out that part about fire in my last post?
Ahh, thanks for clarifying
@VitaVitaAR Quick question, would Akaemos know of/possibly be involved with the Dark Acolytes?
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@vancexentan I was interested in playing a non-force user anyway, so it works for me! Any planned time for the OOC?
@PyroDash888 I don't know man, in the movies every time a ship gets shot it seems like sparks fly everywhere and the whole frigging ship shakes. But I can change it if necessary
@Simple Unicycle Haha, that's mostly my fault, sorry :) I'm more used to long-form writing, but I'll eventually manage not to sound so long winded XD
Emergency Response Droid F7-250
An electronic whisper buzzed brightly in the forefront of F7's processors as Lac'li Saku accepted its input, the signal informing the Droid that it was preforming a subsection of its primary function well. The experience was hard to describe, and definitively alien to anything within an Organics ability to comprehend. The best comparison F7 could manage was an experience something akin to what certain carbon-based species described a 'high' was. However, instead of a feeling of altered reality, the experience enhanced F7's cognition of events around it. Data streams seemed to flow faster, actions appeared more efficiently executed, even its base functions carried a sense of purpose, drive, perhaps even passion with them. Put simply, completing even a small part of its core programming was the closest experience the Droid would ever come to achieving Organic happiness. The closest thing the Droid would come to an actual, physical feeling, if it was being completely honest.
However, the experience was an extremely fleeting one. As F7's sensors returned to their default mode of operation, the Droid began to create subroutines to pick apart various activities that Lac'li Saku might find enjoyable. It eliminated the impossible given their current setting and resources, bookmarked the few activities that might seem feasible and non-lethal aboard a starship, and then generated the statistical likelihood of Lac'li Saku enjoying said activities given her psychological profile and current mood index. After a brief moment of silence, F7 had its optimal solution,
"Perhaps you would enjoy-" the machine began, before the confident voice of this vessel's captain rang out over the intercom, informing the passengers of the impending descent into Nar Shaadda's atmosphere. At Lac'li Saku's request, F7 trailed after the tiny humanoid in order to prepare for the landing.
"Greetings Human Gideon. I would classify this journey as adequate, factoring in that I have not been deactivated nor that any of my new masters have died to the grisly perils of space travel," F7 replied in a happy tone to Human Gideon's question, enjoying the unusual amount of 'active' time it was being allotted. It had not often been given the chance to interact and catalog these dialogues between itself and Organics, and was happy to add more information to its now growing data-bases.
Unfortunately for the Droid, its attempts at data gathering were cut short by the panicked voice of a humanoid over the emergency com-channel. Ceasing all subroutines devoted to its passive inquiries regarding organics, a mechanical focus overtaking such idle fancies. "Alert: we are under attack. I recommend that all Jedi precede to either the bridge or battle stations. Should you be dismembered, eviscerated, or otherwise impaired, I will available at your request. I am needed in Engineering, it appears a crew member has sustained an accidental injury. Lac'li Saku, Human Gideon, please attempt to remain alive in my absence. Your passing would be both a waste of resources and....unfortunate. May the Force be with you, masters," F7 announced with a precise and almost eerie calm.
The dull, cobalt light which illuminated F7's form now blared a bright blue. The machine crouched low on all fours, shifting and reorganizing unused power to its hydraulics, before bounding off at breakneck speeds towards engineering. An organic was in danger, and it could not, would not, allow their expiration.
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Dark Jedi Akaemos Fain
The air was stagnant and still outside the warehouse in which the negotiations were taking place, as if Nar Shaadda itself knew what importance took place inside that ramshackle building. Akaemos chuckled absentmindedly to himself as the cool air of the planet breathed softly on his skin. If only things of such importance could be damned exciting too.
It wasn't that Akaemos couldn't stand minutia, he was a historian and an archaeologist after all, it just that the endless back and forth between the two factions began to grind his nerves. He knew that Hutts could be selfish, but to debate the deal down to the iota just to come out a little bit ahead? The idea baffled the Chiss with its absurdity. It was enough to drive him up the walls, and he had to excuse himself briefly before 'accidentally' cut off the fat slugs' air supply.
Pinching the bridge of his nose to focus his thoughts, Akaemos breathed deep the rank air of Nar Shaadda, allowing its foul stench to cleanse his irritation at the Hutts. There was a time and a place for anger and passion, and it was decidedly not at the negotiation table. The Chiss shook such thoughts from his head as he re-entered the now packed warehouse, scanning the crowd for the Imperial delegation.
At the sight of his allies, the Dark Jedi moved to join his fellow 'Children'. Akaemos was relatively recent addition to their ranks, and perhaps more loyal to his previous friends in the Imperial Remnant, but the Chiss was nothing if not a patriot. The blue-skinned alien truly felt that in order for the Empire to reclaim its rightful place, more radical action was required. And one could not get much more radical than the Children of the Emperor.
Akaemos turned his attention to Commander Tras Oren, who seemed to be giving orders for aggressive action against a New Republic ship. While the Chiss could not fault her logic, he had hoped these dealing would proceed a bit more clandestinely. Oh well, he thought, it's not a total loss. A chilling smile crept from under the scarlet edge of his mask. Perhaps, if they survive the fighters and the landing, I may even be able to face a Jedi today.
An electronic whisper buzzed brightly in the forefront of F7's processors as Lac'li Saku accepted its input, the signal informing the Droid that it was preforming a subsection of its primary function well. The experience was hard to describe, and definitively alien to anything within an Organics ability to comprehend. The best comparison F7 could manage was an experience something akin to what certain carbon-based species described a 'high' was. However, instead of a feeling of altered reality, the experience enhanced F7's cognition of events around it. Data streams seemed to flow faster, actions appeared more efficiently executed, even its base functions carried a sense of purpose, drive, perhaps even passion with them. Put simply, completing even a small part of its core programming was the closest experience the Droid would ever come to achieving Organic happiness. The closest thing the Droid would come to an actual, physical feeling, if it was being completely honest.
However, the experience was an extremely fleeting one. As F7's sensors returned to their default mode of operation, the Droid began to create subroutines to pick apart various activities that Lac'li Saku might find enjoyable. It eliminated the impossible given their current setting and resources, bookmarked the few activities that might seem feasible and non-lethal aboard a starship, and then generated the statistical likelihood of Lac'li Saku enjoying said activities given her psychological profile and current mood index. After a brief moment of silence, F7 had its optimal solution,
"Perhaps you would enjoy-" the machine began, before the confident voice of this vessel's captain rang out over the intercom, informing the passengers of the impending descent into Nar Shaadda's atmosphere. At Lac'li Saku's request, F7 trailed after the tiny humanoid in order to prepare for the landing.
"Greetings Human Gideon. I would classify this journey as adequate, factoring in that I have not been deactivated nor that any of my new masters have died to the grisly perils of space travel," F7 replied in a happy tone to Human Gideon's question, enjoying the unusual amount of 'active' time it was being allotted. It had not often been given the chance to interact and catalog these dialogues between itself and Organics, and was happy to add more information to its now growing data-bases.
Unfortunately for the Droid, its attempts at data gathering were cut short by the panicked voice of a humanoid over the emergency com-channel. Ceasing all subroutines devoted to its passive inquiries regarding organics, a mechanical focus overtaking such idle fancies. "Alert: we are under attack. I recommend that all Jedi precede to either the bridge or battle stations. Should you be dismembered, eviscerated, or otherwise impaired, I will available at your request. I am needed in Engineering, it appears a crew member has sustained an accidental injury. Lac'li Saku, Human Gideon, please attempt to remain alive in my absence. Your passing would be both a waste of resources and....unfortunate. May the Force be with you, masters," F7 announced with a precise and almost eerie calm.
The dull, cobalt light which illuminated F7's form now blared a bright blue. The machine crouched low on all fours, shifting and reorganizing unused power to its hydraulics, before bounding off at breakneck speeds towards engineering. An organic was in danger, and it could not, would not, allow their expiration.
______________________________________________________________________________________________________________
Dark Jedi Akaemos Fain
The air was stagnant and still outside the warehouse in which the negotiations were taking place, as if Nar Shaadda itself knew what importance took place inside that ramshackle building. Akaemos chuckled absentmindedly to himself as the cool air of the planet breathed softly on his skin. If only things of such importance could be damned exciting too.
It wasn't that Akaemos couldn't stand minutia, he was a historian and an archaeologist after all, it just that the endless back and forth between the two factions began to grind his nerves. He knew that Hutts could be selfish, but to debate the deal down to the iota just to come out a little bit ahead? The idea baffled the Chiss with its absurdity. It was enough to drive him up the walls, and he had to excuse himself briefly before 'accidentally' cut off the fat slugs' air supply.
Pinching the bridge of his nose to focus his thoughts, Akaemos breathed deep the rank air of Nar Shaadda, allowing its foul stench to cleanse his irritation at the Hutts. There was a time and a place for anger and passion, and it was decidedly not at the negotiation table. The Chiss shook such thoughts from his head as he re-entered the now packed warehouse, scanning the crowd for the Imperial delegation.
At the sight of his allies, the Dark Jedi moved to join his fellow 'Children'. Akaemos was relatively recent addition to their ranks, and perhaps more loyal to his previous friends in the Imperial Remnant, but the Chiss was nothing if not a patriot. The blue-skinned alien truly felt that in order for the Empire to reclaim its rightful place, more radical action was required. And one could not get much more radical than the Children of the Emperor.
Akaemos turned his attention to Commander Tras Oren, who seemed to be giving orders for aggressive action against a New Republic ship. While the Chiss could not fault her logic, he had hoped these dealing would proceed a bit more clandestinely. Oh well, he thought, it's not a total loss. A chilling smile crept from under the scarlet edge of his mask. Perhaps, if they survive the fighters and the landing, I may even be able to face a Jedi today.
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