Do Droids dream of electric Shaak?

[Sangga]

Coruscant, the entire planet is one great city.

As such it is home to great buildings of height, size and architecture. Underneath the sparkling towers and glimmering glass, a myriad of maglev lines, speeder routes and pedestrian walkways score the immense space of air betwixt giant monoliths. In the darkness of the undercity, the wretched and villainous thrive, fight and struggle for credits. But at a level that the cynical would call 'too good for criminals' and 'not good enough for the innocent' a man walks through a door into a facility.

Not one of science nor a correctional institute but a storage facility, the home of revenue or of commerce. Boxes of consumables, racks of armaments and shelves of the slightly illicit give up their staunch guard of a singular cupboard. Within this cupboards stands a statue of a bygone era, one that was made of steel and copper. A gaunt visage held two blank and dead eyes that stared down slightly as the head was lightly tilted forwards.

Any observer would note the workmanship of the droid and some would even fathom to it's age. But for now Sangga slept, as he had for these last few years. Loyally waiting for his Master's return.

 

[Voren Makr]

''Why? Why am I here?'' cursed the man out loud as he walked around the warehouse, one Czerka contracted out for its on planet distribution network. As CEO, and Chairman, Voren Makr was not used to being down in the warehouses, especially for an 'inspection' but apparently, nobody else had been available. Voren would be having a word with his management team when he got back to the office this evening.

Rounding the corner of one of the shelf rows, he came to a large box. Unfortunately, curiosity was a natural human trait, and as such - whilst the box would be to heavy for an average man - he heaved it up with relative ease, and slammed it onto the ground. Using his walking cane, he jammed it under the lid, and wrenched it off, revealing the droid underneath.

Dusting the machine off, he activated it...

 

[Sangga]

A slight whining could be heard and then became inaudible, a slight flickering of yellow light then let two circles shine. With a slight hesitation the droids servos lifted it upright, and then onto it's feet. It surveyed the room and then the man before him. A pause left an eery silence between them, it stood there as if waiting. It's hands had moved so they were clasped behind it's back, under what appeared to be somesort of assembly of backpack and secondary limbs.

After some time it's optical sensors were covered momentarily by there shutters. The glow of it's yellow eyes persisted as it stared at the large human before it.

@Nor'baal

 

[Voren Makr]

Some form of Droid, an old one? the man considered as he hauled it up to its feet. He watched as the Droid activated, dusting off a build up of a dirt and grime around its view ports. Behind him clinked two Droid of his own, HK Models, wielding the very latest in Czerka Firearms the CZ-R01, ready and alert for danger. Voren, clearing his throat, spoke to the Droid.

''Identify yourself.'' he said clearly.

 

[Sangga]

"Basic detected, Corellian accent prevalent. Facial recognition confirms, Voren Makr, category Licensed owner." The droid was speaking in an odd polyphonic voice. One a deep bass the other a mid tenor. It had an Eriaduan accent to it's voice. "Greetings Master, I am Sangga. A Class - 1 Savant droid." The old droid bowed it's head slightly and then seemed to look over his Master's shoulder. "It seems you still keep a reliable amount of security around you Master, but is it necessary for them to be pointing their weapons at me?"

@Nor'baal

 

[Voren Makr]

"Basic detected, Corellian accent prevalent. Facial recognition confirms, Voren Makr, category Licensed owner." The droid was speaking in an odd polyphonic voice. One a deep bass the other a mid tenor. It had an Eriaduan accent to it's voice. "Greetings Master, I am Sangga. A Class - 1 Savant droid." The old droid bowed it's head slightly and then seemed to look over his Master's shoulder. "It seems you still keep a reliable amount of security around you Master, but is it necessary for them to be pointing their weapons at me?"

@Nor'baal

OOC: So sorry for the lateness of my reply here!

The Droid was clearly of a reliable model, capable of speaking and communicating with ease. Voren Makr waved down his robots down, for there was need for violence - a Class A Savant Droid was unlikely to suddenly leap into combative action after all. He tried to think of when he had purchased such a Droid, for it clearly knew who he was. unable to re-call making the purchase, he confirmed his Identification with the Droid.

''Indeed Sangga, I am Voren Makr yes.'' he started ''If I may, how long have you been here?'' he added, before waiting for the Droid to speak again.

 

[Sangga]

"You may as you wish Master, my internal chronometer has recorded fifteen standard cycles." It seemed unphased by the statement, indeed it now seemed 'comfortable', now that the wepons were lowered. It slowly paced around the room and then turned to it's Master. He looked at the flower in the lapel. "What tasks have you for me, Master?"

@Nor'baal

 

[Voren Makr]

Try his might, the Industrial Giant could not remember having purchased the Droid - he made a mental note to check the manifests when he returned back to the company. However, at the same time, he had to be careful, for such Droid units could carry all manner of spyware and other such nuisances on them - ones that the CEO did not like having anywhere near him, ever. Moving closer to the Droid, he inspected it - noticing that it would of course have room for a full diagnostics unit to be placed inside it by the tech wizards back at the company.

''I need you to come with me, get you cleaned up.'' the CEO said to the Droid, gesturing for it to follow him as he walked towards the exit, the HK-47 Units walking in pace behind him, their weapons held at the ready. As he walked towards the door, he moved his hand towards it, opening t with ease - despite the rust around its edge - and saw his vessel before him.

Walking up the boarding ramp, he turned back to the Droid ''Come on then'' waving for the Droid to follow him along up the ramp.

 

[Sangga]

"Oh a clean up and aservice is just what I need, thank you Master." The droid shuffeled behind the large Baron and his escort, tentatively as the droids were to arms again. Slowly they had made it to the transport. As Sangga was beckoned to board it checked the shuttle and deemed it to appear in good condition. Slowly his old and objecting servos lifted him up the ramp. "Master Makr, what will you want me to do, now or in the future?"

What wonders were in this ship? What were instore, if anything could happen in a second, what has happened over fifteen years?

@Nor'baal