Ask Plot Automated Defence - Brief

[Chester Kincade]

DROIDS JUST MADE BAD LAWYERS. It was just a fact, built into an aspiring organic lawyer since they first stepped over the threshold of law school, and yet, Chester Kincade was going to have to face off against ‘ADA-M4’, the chosen attorney of Transport Automaton (T.A.U). His client, Cog & Spanner clearly had a better choice in legal representation that they had in corporate branding however.

Chester was driving down the driveway to their meeting location, the corporate offices of T.A.U. Corporate Offices was a bit of a creative term, for what was a warehouse with a meeting room and office on the top floor, but Chester let it slide. He had seen worse.

He had spent the better part of the week reviewing the case. T.A.U was manufacturing something known as a ‘Plasma Reflux Belt’, which according to an engineer he had questioned, helped keep the electrical ‘flow’ through a droids eye lights from flickering. It reassured the customer, apparently. Problem was, Cog & Spanner claimed it was breaching a patent - and it was Chesters job to back that claim up. He had the filing of the patent to back him up, it was just the patents strength that would cause issues, as was often the case with such matters.

So, as he got out of his speeder and closed the door, he reminded himself of the days task.

Try to reach a deal with Cog & Spanner, which he had permission to do, buyout, merger, purchasing stock, or - failing that, they headed to court.

Steeling himself from what was, no doubt, going to be a dull meeting, he walked inside.

That was when he saw the Rangers. He looked a little confused. What the hell are the boys in blue here?

”Chester Kincade for ADA-M4 please. he spoke to te receptionist, ignoring the Rangers. She typed at her holocomputer, and gestured for him to take a seat in the lounge area.

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[Roland Rook]

Wearing a helmet had it's benefits. For one, people had trouble telling when he was yawning. But it was also a blessing because that way he never had to worry about offending anyone unless he wanted people to know he was bored. In this case Roland was just tired. Another reason it was good to have a helmet was that he looked like crap underneath. Bags under his eyes and a the beginnings of new stubble definitely were not signs of a professional.

The Ranger watched the man in a suite approach as he was directed by the receptionist towards the waiting area. But the Mandalorian was stepped forward. "Afternoon Mister Kincade. Sector Ranger Roland Rook. You're here to meet with the droid lawyer right?" He extended his hand after he stopped to greet the man.

@Mithias @Nor'baal

 

[Carver]

Of all the assignments Carver could have been billeted for, this was perhaps the one that held the most discomfort for him. Technology was still quite foreign to him. While the Ysanna had made heads or tails of some basic quality of life devices, he still was dumbfounded on how most of it worked. Despite the environment they were in, the task was something Carver could understand: protect an asset…even if it were a droid?

Would I really take a blaster bolt for a droid?

Carver decided not to answer that question in his head and stayed focused on the task at hand. Like Roland, he too wore a helmet, covering his features. As a Sector Ranger, there were many pockets of crime out there who would love to know who it was that put them behind bars. Having a helmet off and revealing your face was dangerous to a ranger’s health…
He knew very little about Roland, but by all reports, he was as competent as they came. That was a relief at least. He stood a few steps back and to the right of Roland and let him speak on the Sector Ranger’s behalf for this assignment.

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[Chester Kincade]

For Chester, things looked to already be taking an interesting turn. Not only was his opposition council a droid,but that roid appeared to be in bed with the Sector Rangers. He keptthis thoughts to himself as the newcomers arrived, instead extending his hand to greet them, before heading upstairs as they exchanged small talk. Half way up the first flight of stairs, he faced the Rangers and asked ”So fellas, what brings you folks down here, interested as you are in a patent case?”

The young attorney felt, at least, that it was worth asking the question - after all, it was of some interest to him. ”Just, not everyday one meets a Ranger when going to discuss a patent with a rival, you dig?”

He wondered, did they dig?

 

[Roland Rook]

"We're not involved in the lawsuit. We're just security." He said humbly. This was work and the Mandalorian prefered to not get mixed up with the politics of the case in question. "Sector Rangers Rook and Raith..." the slightly tinny voice came from behind the armored Ranger.

Roland looked over his shoulder to see ADA-M4. "This must be Mr Kincade. Good afternoon." The droid was tall an stood nearly at eye level with Roland but it's photoreceptors looked the young layer up and down. "I have a conference room ready and waiting." It said and turned back around to head inside the room.

The Mandalorian gave a look at both of them. "One moment." He said and motioned for Chester to raise his arms. "I'm gonna pat you down you down Mr Kincade, if you don't mind." He would wait until the man complied. Of course he could always refuse, but that meant he wasn't going to be meeting with the droid.

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[Carver]

Roland was more experienced in this kind of thing than Carver. The Ysanna simply watched his partner's back and made sure that no one else would interfere in what they had to do. He had nothing to say to either lawyer. Carver's thoughts wondered a bit back to his home. Thoughts of his extended family and how they struggled these days to make ends meet. He was hoping that the credits from being a Sector Ranger would be enough to help their situation, but that simply was not the case. Carver knew he would need to do some soul-searching following this assignment and determine if this life was going to be for him. Credits were needed, but one thing the Ysanna was not willing to do was go dirty. As a Sector Ranger, there was plenty of opportunity to turn a blind eye here and there for a good amount of credits, but that wasn't Carver's way.

Determining that he better have his head in the game, Carver stayed vigilant and decided he would not let his mind wander again. He had a job to do...

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[Chester Kincade]

"We're not involved in the lawsuit. We're just security." Roland replied, about as convincingly as a Tatooinian Junk Dealer on Boontas day, as they introduced themselves as 'Rook' and 'Raith'. Chester considered it strange to turn up dressed for a major warzone, to what was basically just a corporate law meeting, but he allowed te idea to pass him by, as he walked toward the droid.

"One moment." Chester stopped and rolled his eyes as the Ranger appeared to gesture for him to stop and raise his arms. "I'm gonna pat you down you down Mr Kincade, if you don't mind." he chuckled as the Ranger spoke. "Never knew one could 'rent-a-ranger'." he said, raising his arms and allowing the man to pat him down "But," he jerked his head to the droid "...you ain't involved in the case right? Sure."

They'd find nothing of note on his persons, but still, Chester couldn't help himself "Strong and silent type?" he asked the other Ranger (@Mithias) who so far, had said nothing. Once they where done, he would follow the droid into their meeting.

 

[Roland Rook]

Hearing Chester talk about the Rangers like they were simple mercenaries or cops that could be easily bought irked him. But the pat down ended without finding any weapon. "Better than the loud dumb type." He quipped back, answering for his partner as he turned to join the droid.

"What is it you wish to discuss Mr Kincade?" The droid said and sat down in one of the seats. Both of its hands came together to form a steeple. The young lawyer had been the one to request an audience with the droid before they saw one another in the court room. "You are here on behalf of your client I assume. But is this meeting your idea or your client's?"

The Mandalorian walked around the conference room and stood towards the back of the room. His helmet turned to look out the window to see if there were any dangers out there but found none. His armored body leaned against the wall, allowing himself to not be tense since the meeting between the two lawyers was probably going to be dull.

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[Carver]

The Ranger did not understand the intricacies of what the pair of attorneys were to discuss and he truly did not much care. His job was to protect the droid and make sure that he and Roland did not die in the process of that. He ignored the opposition lawyer and was thankful that Roland quipped back in his stead. Carver made note of the entryways and the windows that could provide an access point. His eyes shifted from each one periodically. But in the end, he opened himself up to the birthright of his tribe and could feel shifts in the natural order of things. When things were amiss, Carver could sense it. The Ysanna tribal magics were an imperfect art, so it was not something that the Ranger relied on, like Jedi might. It was something passed down, family to family, parents to child. But in these dangerous times for Sector Rangers, every little bit helped...

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[Roland Rook]

The talks would continue in the background. Roland would not hear anything since most of it seemed like bureaucratic mumbo-jumbo and political drivel. As he stared out his eyes focused on an airspeeder. The eyes of the Mandalorian followed it as it moved slower than most other speeders. He could see the outline of a few people. It turned out of sight.

More time would pass and Roland would walk look at the coffee at one side of the room longingly. While it probably tasted adequate he did not have a straw. The Ranger was going to have to start carrying his own. Underneath his cross visored helmet the man had bags under his eyes from late nights. It was not doing much for his mind to be stressed like he had been lately.

Something caught his eye again, pulling him from his contemplation. The same airspeeder. It was going just as slow as before and turned down the same street. "ADA-M4-"

"Esquire" The droid shifted its photoreceptors towards the Ranger at the correction. "...Ranger Rook."

The Mandalorian stared back at the droid for a moment. He didn't really care. "How much longer is this going to take? It'd prefer it if we kept you in a safer place until the trial."

The droid took a moment, looking at Chester. "Do you have something specific you would like to bring up that has to be done immediatly Mister Kincade? I believe my protection values my safety and I am inclined to accept the Sector Rangers advice when it comes to these things."

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[Carver]

Carver was bored. The Ysanna was quite sure this was the worst assignment he had ever been given. Judging from Roland’s clipped tones and body language, he wasn’t far off from that sentiment. This just further solidified the fact that his Sector Ranger life was not going to work for him. Carver felt like the pay and the assignments lacked what the Ysanna needed at this time in his life.

Perhaps it will be a decent job in my twilight years…

Regardless, Carver was glad for his helmet else they may have seen him yawn half a dozen times already. Shaking off his self-pity and the desire to gouge his eyes out for a bit of excitement, Carver paced the room, checking the different angles that could be taken in the event of a breach. He finally settled along the same wall as the main door, positioned so that he could fire right down the wall to hit those who would enter. As a Sector Ranger, they would frown on his use of his R-799, but in the end, it gave him the best chance to defend others. While his blaster was at his hip already set to stun, his prowess with a blaster was diminished. So far, Carver did not feel unease at the current moment, but such assignments were prone to change directions quickly. At this point, he had still said nothing. He knew if he needed to communicate to Roland, they were already on the same comlink system within their helmets. If they needed to have a private conversation within their helmets, it could be done.

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[Roland Rook]

Nothing else seemed to hold the droid lawyer in the conference and so it bid Chester a fairwell and got up from its seat. The Mandalorian ranger kept an eye out for something else. As they left he looked towards Chester wondering why he had requested this meeting but perhaps it had just been for posturing. If Roland had to pick between the droid and the man he was willing to put his credits on T.A.U. winning the lawsuit.

Whatever the case the rest of the day would result in regular need for refreshment. People thought that life as a Sector Ranger was always exciting but that was far from the case. The ADA-M4 had other business to attend to and naturally the two rangers took turns watching him and making sure no harm came to him.

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[Carver]

POSTLUDE​

The rest of the assignment was revolving shifts of “babysitting” the droid, which of course came to nothing. It was another assignment completed, but yet another nail in the coffin for the career that Carver had chosen. As the pair of Sector Rangers walked out of the building, escorted out by security, the pair waited on their transportation back to their ships. Taking his helmet off, Carver clipped it to his utility belt and unfastened the holster with the blaster sidearm with it. Reaching into another pouch with his free hand, the Ysanna put the sidearm and badge in one hand, extending it to Roland. His dark eyes stared into the visor of Roland’s helmet and said stated plainly, “Roland, I can’t do this anymore. Been thinking about this for months and this is not the life and pay I can stomach. If you don't mind, I am going to leave these with you. I will make sure to complete all the necessary administrative poo doo to make my resignation official…”

Feeling like there was really nothing more to say as a public transport came to pick Carver up, he said, “I wish you the best. Keep your head down…”

/END THREAD​

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