[closed starter for @pussies4life]
“Ered. Your astromech is here.”
ᴏᴘᴛɪᴄᴀʟ sᴇɴsᴏʀs ᴇɴɢᴀɢᴇ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ғɪʀsᴛ ᴛɪᴍᴇ. ʀᴜɴɴɪɴɢ ᴅɪᴀɢɴᴏsᴛɪᴄs… ʜᴀʀᴅᴡᴀʀᴇ ᴀɴᴅ sᴏғᴛᴡᴀʀᴇ ʀᴜɴɴɪɴɢ ᴀᴛ ᴏᴘᴛɪᴍᴀʟ ʟᴇᴠᴇʟs. ɴᴏ ғᴀᴜʟᴛs, ɴᴏ ᴍᴀʟғᴜɴᴄᴛɪᴏɴs, ɴᴏ ʟᴀᴛᴇ ʙᴏᴏᴛ ᴜᴘs, ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴀ sᴀᴛɪsғɪᴇᴅ ʙᴡᴇᴇᴘ. ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ sᴏᴀᴋs ɪɴᴛᴏ ɪᴛs sɪɴɢʟᴇ ᴇʏᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴍᴇ-ʟɪᴋᴇ ʜᴇᴀᴅ ᴡʜɪʀʟs ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ɪᴛs ᴄɪʀᴄᴜʟᴀʀ ʙᴏᴅʏ ᴀs ɪᴛ ᴛᴀᴋᴇs ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ɪᴛ. ɪᴛ ɪs ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛɪғᴜʟ - ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅʀᴏɪᴅ, ᴀɴᴀʟʏsɪs ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴀsᴋs ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴅᴏɴᴇ, ᴘᴇᴇᴋs ɪᴛs ʜᴇᴀᴅ ᴘᴀsᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀɪʀ ᴏғ ʟᴇɢs sᴛᴏᴏᴅ ɪɴ ғʀᴏɴᴛ ᴏғ ɪᴛ.
ɪᴛs ᴍᴀsᴛᴇʀ ɪs sᴏᴍᴇᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴛᴀʟʟ, sʟᴇɴᴅᴇʀ, ᴀɴᴅ sʜᴇ ᴅʀᴀᴡs ɪᴛs ᴀᴛᴛᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ. ᴀssɪɢɴᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴇʀᴇᴅ [ᴅᴀᴛᴀʙsᴇ ɪᴅᴇɴᴛɪғʏɪɴɢ: ᴇxᴛʀᴀᴛᴇʀʀᴇsᴛʀɪᴀʟ ʀᴇᴅᴇsɪɢɴᴇᴅ ᴇᴠᴏʟᴜᴛɪᴏɴᴀʀʏ ᴅᴇᴍɪɢᴏᴅ] ʙᴇɢɪɴs ɴᴏᴡ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅʀᴏɪᴅ ʀᴏʟʟs ᴏᴜᴛ ғʀᴏᴍ ʙᴇʜɪɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛᴜʀᴅʏ ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ʟɪғᴇғᴏʀᴍ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴀs ᴏɴᴄᴇ ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ ɪᴛ [ᴅᴀᴛᴀʙᴀsᴇ ɪᴅᴇɴᴛɪғʏɪɴɢ: ᴄᴀᴍᴇʀᴏɴ ᴄ. ᴄᴀᴍᴘʙᴇʟʟ].
“It’s a BB unit, latest one out.“
ʙʙ-8 sᴛᴏᴘs ɪɴᴄʜᴇs ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ ᴇʀᴇᴅ’s ғᴇᴇᴛ, ʜɪs ʜᴇᴀᴅ ᴛɪʟᴛɪɴɢ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴀs ᴛᴏ ɢʟᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴀᴛ ʜᴇʀ, ʜɪs ᴏᴘᴛɪᴄ ɢʟɪsᴛᴇɴɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʀᴇғʟᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ ʟɪɢʜᴛ. ᴀ ʟᴏᴡ ʙʟᴇᴜᴜᴘ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇs ʜɪs ᴠᴏɪᴄᴇ ʙᴏx, ᴀɴᴅ ʜɪs ᴄɪʀᴄᴜʟᴀʀ ʙᴏᴅʏ ᴡʀɪɢɢʟᴇs ғʀᴏᴍ sɪᴅᴇ ᴛᴏ sɪᴅᴇ ɪɴ ᴍɪᴍɪᴄᴋᴇᴅ ᴇxᴄɪᴛᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ. ᴛʜᴇ ᴀsᴛʀᴏᴍᴇᴄʜ ᴛʀᴀᴠᴇʟs ᴛᴏ ʀᴇsᴛ ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ʜᴇʀ ʟᴇɢs, ᴏɴʟʏ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇɴ ʀᴏʟʟ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ʜᴇʀ, ᴀɴᴅ ʜɪs ʙᴇʜᴀᴠɪᴏᴜʀ ɪs ᴄᴇʀᴛᴀɪɴʟʏ ʀᴇᴍɪɴɪsᴄᴇɴᴛ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴏғ ᴀ ᴄʜɪʟᴅ ᴇxᴘʟᴏʀɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ғɪʀsᴛ ᴛɪᴍᴇ. ᴛʀᴜᴛʜ ʙᴇ ᴛᴏʟᴅ, ʙʙ-8 ᴡᴀsɴ'ᴛ ᴇxᴀᴄᴛʟʏ ғᴀʀ ᴏғғ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴀᴛ.
ʜᴇ ʜᴀs ᴘᴜʀᴘᴏsᴇ ɴᴏᴡ. ᴛᴏ sᴇʀᴠᴇ, ᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴅɪᴇ ғᴏʀ ʜᴇʀ. ☆
Another odd situation, as Ered usually was ordered to shoot Cameron on sight, yet the man always seemed to have something in mind or a plan that was beneficial to her and the others in question, giving her reason to ignore them in favor of receiving new parts or in this case, a top of the line droid it seemed. Of course there was a catch, there always was with this one as he would hand over a list of targets to her, saying that droid was just the beginning if she captured certain ones, the rest could be terminated at her leisure.
A grappling cable deploying from her wrist, far more advanced than any known machinery on this planet. “𝙷𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝙱𝙱-𝟾,” the girl would merely issue as a command, her helmet forming with that mane of hair being tucked under as a singular blue-grayish eye peered down, lit in a cold-scanning view. The ‘master’ was an artificial life-form, being a machine at her very core, though far more advanced in design than any human or scrap bucket. That cable extending and locating a port to insert itself into, the metal forming and changing as it’d reshape itself to connect to BB-8.
If successful and met with cooperation? The girl would deploy her own nanobots into the machine, scanning it from the inside out for any treachery that man might have in store for her. Then once finished? She would form a chip to take place and implant itself to add onto its programming, as her own way to give mental commands for when they were in the field. And in case she ever needed to override it if she encountered a mutant capable of controlling machines, albeit those were rare.
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