"Move that Kriffing container onto the ship, you daft rust bucket!!" A wirely looking Nagai male shouted, the frustration and impatience of the space faring captain evident in his voice. He was already running late on his return journey back into the depths of the Unkown regions, and he seemed to be unable to get any of the port's service droids to actually do what he wanted. The red LED 'eyes' of the R5 unit spun round to face the grey skinned fleshie, it's receptors rising upwards to regard the sentient creature - staring at it blankly through its lenses as the captain continued to grumble and rant under his breath, about the fact he had paid fifty credits for the aid of some backwards defective droid. Whilst the words spoken under the man's breath did compute to a degree, the reference to payment for assistance however did not. ++ Argument invalid, message intended for other astromech unit ++ the black cased Droid continued to blankly look at the Nagai for a moment longer before letting out an incomprehensible series of beeps and tones, before rotating its head back towards the indicated cargo crate and simply just rolled away, scraping it's chassis as it moved away from the docked ship.
As the defective droid continued towards centre of the space port, its head periodically rotating around to update itself of its spacial situation. Before coming to a halt at the landing gear of rather battered looking freighter. R5-TY's red optical receptors spun round to look up towards the ship's identity plate, before an series of tones rang out from it's distorted speakers, the tones sounding the exasperation the droid was holding towards the fleshies that occupied this facility, all of whom seemed hell bent on relocating the ship that had brought it to this world.
With a series of grinding sounds, the centre drive tread extended from the base of the black cased astromech. The retractable limb sputtering in its movements as the Knurled drive gears failed to bite on and push the worn down gear teeth. Resulting in a loud clanging sound resonating within the droid's casing. Even with its centre tread only part way extended, the locomotive sub routine still kicked in, propelling the droid forwards, with a cringe inducing sound of its metallic casing scrapping along the duracrete surface of the floor.
As the R5 unit moved further towards the offices of the free port. Its photo receptors continued to scan for the slightest sign of the ship that it had rolled off of, it's search being assisted by an extended periscope, that was peeking up over the low laying stacks of cargo containers waiting to be loaded onto the waiting ships. From what R5 could see, this port was in serious contravention of many of the First Order regulations that was ingrained into it's base programming, then again perhaps it was from the countless times the droid had been reprogrammed as it 'changed owners' - the fragmented lines of code came up with the argument that ++ fleshies should wear personal protective equipment when in an active docking facility ++.
@Mithias