Recent content by IG-178

The human sat and didn’t respond to IG, so it stood up just as the apparent pilot at the bar finished his drink and walked out of the bar. IG moved slowly but with purpose following the man in the flight suit. IG-178 continued to follow the man onto the dusty streets of Mos Eisley. The man...

A subordinate of Bulija, dressed in a regal, white garb that glittered in the light, stepped out from behind the grand doors to address Moghra. His voice was filled with reverence and admiration as he said, "Greetings, your grandness. It is an honor to receive you here today. My master Bulija...

IG-178 had been walking next to the palanquin, the droid’s sensors diligently scanning the immediate neighbourhood as it walked along with the Hutt cavalcade, its sensors continually alert for any potential threat. The droid was wearing a long black cloak that was billowing in the desert wind...

IG-178 remained silent and unmoving, its internal processors whirring as it carefully calculated the proposal. Every potential benefit and risk was weighed and considered, and it soon became clear that this was a very good opportunity for the droid. After all, it had been designed for close...

IG-178 looked over its shoulder, its photoreceptors taking a moment to take in what the human had been looking at before it shifted its attention back to the human. The droid's body shifted slightly as its vocabulator crackled to life and the machine began to speak "All of the YT class...

IG-178 stood tall and still as the human spoke, its metal body shifting slightly in response. After a moment, the droid slowly lowered itself into a seated position and responded in a low, metallic voice. "I am unable to consume food or drink - and in any case, I do not need to. I am uncertain...

IG-178 surveyed the other guests sat in the circle, being a droid it didn’t have any food or drink, and sitting on a cushion was a new experience as were most things, as it had only recently been reactivated. The droid was aware of its own limitations, yet it still monitored its surroundings...

IG-178, a metallic blackish-blue humanoid, strode confidently onto the deck of the Sail Barge. In one fluid movement, it pulled off the black robe it often wore to hide the threat underneath. Its frame radiated a presence of power and awe. Its sleek body moved with a grace that was both...

IG-178 stalked into the Cantina, his photoreceptors glowing with satisfaction. He wore a cloak to partially conceal the menacing stature beneath. He had just completed a job for Droid Gotra and was now on the hunt for a way off the planet. He had heard reports of a space freighter departing...