Fusion
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As everyone was livening themselves up in a cantina, HK-51-20 walked up to the bar.
Statement: Give me the usual, please.
The Aqualish bartender gave a quick grunt before mixing up a sticky, almost tar-like substance and passing it down the bar to the droid. A set of slits opened in the area where the droid's "mouth" would be, as it raised the glass to the slits and dumped the drink into a container in its internal workings. This container utilized crude methods to turn the drink(and any other liquid that dripped through) into energy for No. 20's power cells.
Relaxing Statement: Ah... There's nothing I enjoy more then a quick swig of Sullustian rotary grease. High sludge-to-power ratio, if I may put my opinion in.
As No. 20 put down his glass, he instinctively turned his head approximately 35 degrees to the left and right, giving certain people an apparent sinister look as he observed the mass of meatbags socializing in front of him. The droid chose to stay in its current position, locking its leg joints in position to indicate that it was willing and able to interact and talk with whoever was willing(or brave/stupid enough) to come up to it.
Statement: Give me the usual, please.
The Aqualish bartender gave a quick grunt before mixing up a sticky, almost tar-like substance and passing it down the bar to the droid. A set of slits opened in the area where the droid's "mouth" would be, as it raised the glass to the slits and dumped the drink into a container in its internal workings. This container utilized crude methods to turn the drink(and any other liquid that dripped through) into energy for No. 20's power cells.
Relaxing Statement: Ah... There's nothing I enjoy more then a quick swig of Sullustian rotary grease. High sludge-to-power ratio, if I may put my opinion in.
As No. 20 put down his glass, he instinctively turned his head approximately 35 degrees to the left and right, giving certain people an apparent sinister look as he observed the mass of meatbags socializing in front of him. The droid chose to stay in its current position, locking its leg joints in position to indicate that it was willing and able to interact and talk with whoever was willing(or brave/stupid enough) to come up to it.