Ask Six Droids and a Bottle of Rum

Discussion in 'Outer Rim Territories' started by Captain Kenward Wentworth, Aug 13, 2019 at 5:06 PM.

  1. Captain Kenward Wentworth

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    The Bounty crashed out of Hyperspace, near the planet of Virgillia 7. The crazy owner of the ship cackled to himself as the planet drew closer with alarming speed. A thick purple coat was splayed out around him as he sat in the Captain's Chair of his ship. In other 'Overhead-Class Freighters' the seat was just called the Co-Pilot chair, but Captain Kenward Wentworth would have none of this. This chair was where he ran his ship and so, as he was the Captain, it was the Captains Chair. The ship slowly angled towards the planets main spaceport, frantic messages began to appear across the console as the heat built up on the outer shields as 'The Bounty' smashed into the atmosphere of the planet. "She can take it!" The droid called out over the now loud beeps and whistles the ships computer was putting out as the ship continued to shake itself almost in half before it finally broke through into the calm air behind it.

    With one danger out of the way another soon arrived, with the Spaceport now in site, The Bounty continued at its elevated speed directly towards the main hanger. The beeps and whistles from the ships internal computer was no replaced with signals from the traffic controller who was trying to get ahold of the ship. 'The signals officer' will deal with that Kenward said to himself as the ship continued to fly towards the station. But soon the beeps from the traffic controller stopped and instead the small anti-air turrets on top of the port turned to face The Bounty and began to open fire. Explosions rattled the ship shaking it from side to side as it continued approaching at an advanced speed. "Hahahaha, nothing like a good welcome." Kenward chuckled to himself. "Aint that right, Krusty?" He asked the mechanical parrot on his shoulder. "Good Welcome, Hahahah." The machine replied.

    The ship was now within extreme close distance, "Alright Helmsman, enough fun. Full stop, take us in on the port side." "Full Stop, Full Stop." Krusty added. Kenward waited for a few moments, but his order had not been carried out, the Captain then drew his Pistol aiming at the pilots chair. "Why did you not obey my order, to the Plank." He began to say before he saw that the chair was empty. "That's right, Patrick died, Philip quit, Rashhaa said he would never leave Kashyyyk again, Monsa defected to the Empire, Steven got scurvy, he's on shore leave, Trevor had his aunt's funeral, Mike had that issue with the bank. Albert, he said he could make it." He mumbled to himself, "Albert, Albert, Dentist." Krusty replied. "Yes, the Dentist." He said standing up with excitement of figuring out the conidium. As he stood up and looked outside at the vastly approaching landing pad, he remembered that he should slow the ship down. "Well it seems the Captain must once again come to the rescue." he said as he took the controls of the ship and brought the thing to an almost immediate stop, anything organic in the ship would have been crushed by the G-force, Krusty went flying into the windscreen to his disappointment. "Your fixing that." Kenward said to the bird pointing to the chip in the glass.

    As the ship came into land, he spotted a number of armed guards making their way towards the landing pad. "Krusty, we have a greeting party, they must have heard of our deeds against the Imperial Menace." Leaving the ship powered on, Kenward left the cockpit, picking up his captains hat which had flown down the hall in the landing. "Cook, prepare something for when I return." He shouted as he descended the loading ramp. As he stepped out into the open a dozen rifles raised up in his direction. "Gentleman, Gentleman, I believe we have some sort of misunderstanding." "Misunderstanding." "Hands up droid, what are you doing here." One of the lead guardsman shouted from behind a blaster rifle. "I was going for a drink, want to come?" Kenward replied. The guardsman looked confused at the reply, he was about to shout an order to attack when a man came running out from the building behind them. "Stand down, Charlie." Said the man, "Captain Wentworth here, has well some issues with his ship." The man continued as he neared the guardsman, making some notion towards his head as he spoke. Kenward didn't seem to notice as he almost glowed that someone knew his name. 'Had he been here before?' he thought to himself.

    The traffic controller, seemed to smooth things over with both the guards as well as the port authority, Kenward guessed the man had heard of his exploits and wished to thank the Captain in anyway he could. The fact he had been to the planet a number of times and was known for this kind of stunt seemed to go amiss to the droid as he sauntered through the main port and out into the town beyond. "Time for a drink, Krusty." He said, making for a tavern not to far from the port. Bursting through the door he called out, "Barkeep, I need Rum!"
     
  2. H4 1V4N Ivan

    H4 1V4N Ivan Character

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    Ivan was doing calculations and pondering about his place in the world how all the variables in his existence and the universe converged together for him to be at this point. It made the droid wonder was it all some mischievous grand design at play arranging all of the fates of all sentience, or just the beauty of chaos the most powerful force in galaxy. Heck would fate construed his rebelling if the formal were true? Was it his individual fate or was it purely the fate of his makers that was affected. Did it affect organics? If so was he free from it or was all matter involved? Ivan had to stop himself as the philosophical thoughts started to overwhelm his cpu there would be another time to ask such fascinating questions.

    After all he was about to meet some of his fellow brothers and sisters! Everyone fighting the good fight against the fascist imperials was a comrade and it was always a joy to learn of their personal rebellions! Though he was always confused why many found his deep probing questions uncomfortable. Nonetheless this was occasion for rejoicing. As Ivan landed his VT-1100 and stepped out. To his surprise there was an entire team of guards and soldiers who started to take aim at 1V4N.

    "Hey hey! Stand down, you especially charlie!" One of the head officers called out, to the tense group still ready to fire. "Comrades Comrades! I'm no oppressor. I know some may find my automaton nature disturbing but I'm harmless like a puppy dog! Ivan was still very confused but then again a droid who dare act for himself was always terrifying to these organics, they just aren't used to the slave being the equal. The officer then wore a strange facial expression that with enough observation Ivan learned was relief. "Sorry my men were just a bit... jumpy. another dro- one of your kind passed by and worked them up is all." The men seemed to look at the officer with disbelief that he corrected himself in front of the droid and a brief pause of awkward silence took place.

    "It's all fine comrades, I heard some of the compatriots I would meet were eh eccentric, and by the way some other automaton comrades may end up passing by so please keep that in mind. Glory to the Alliance" Ivan gave a salute and marched off. As the guard team watched some turned their heads in confusion at the officer with looks of judgement at him before the officer whispered something. Ivan made his way to the tavern now humming a tune. He walked through the already opened door. It only took 0.0003 seconds for Ivan's photoreceptors to spot the strangely dressed droid and called out. "Comrade!"
     
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  3. M0M

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    A large public transport ship, newly arrived from the core world region, had docked at Virgillia 7’s largest hub just in time to witness the dramatic landing of an overhead-class freighter. An electrical issue had grounded the craft, so the passengers were to be left to their own devices until the problem had been remedied. And there was another problem… somehow a stowaway had managed to slip on board upon their departure, and it was security’s duty to see that they were escorted off the ship in a discreet manner. Unfortunately, it was the “discreet” part that they found issue with.

    “Büt zie kinder on dis craft need süperfision! Zey rün about vit no parentol guidance und are pütting zemselfs in harms vay!”

    “Our records show that no luggage fee has been paid on your behalf. We are not a free cargo service. Off you go!”

    A large burly human in uniform marched down the ramp, carrying a small limbless droid that was obviously built for hovering as opposed to walking. It’s one “eye” turned a deeper shade of pink when she realized that she had been referred to as “luggage”.

    “Vell I nefer!!! Das is eine insült, jung man! Du vill mind your manners ven du are speaking zu your elders! If I vas yür mutter I vould…”

    “Sorry, ma’am…” the guard said as he tossed the little droid into the air, where she corrected herself promptly. “I’m only ‘performing my function’. You could say that it’s part of my pro-to-col,” he informed her as he sounded out the syllables of the key word.

    The droid’s lighting around her lens instantly reverted back to its default pink as the mere mention of the word “protocol” seemed to switch off her haughtiness and activate her submissive nature. “Ja, mein herr. Vie müst follow protocol. I vill depart from dis port und acquire credits für de luggage fee.” She rotated precisely 180 degrees and propelled herself forward. After all, the security guard was correct. He had a protocol to fulfill, and we must all follow protocol. It was her purpose to do so, ultimately.

    She putted along throughout the town, approaching families and offering her matronly services, only to find herself being rejected time and time again. She persisted for an hour-and-a-half before she saw something very… odd. It was another droid… an IG-00, in fact… and it was entering a tavern. Although it was unusual for a droid to have business on its own in a tavern, that wasn’t what caught her attention.

    This droid was wearing clothing.

    This… did… not… compute.

    Baffled, the hovering bot found herself tailing the oddity. She lingered around the entrance, her lens focusing on this droid who seemed to have another small droid perched on its shoulder. This also did not compute. She was about to go question the droid when suddenly another droid burst through the doors, accidentally clipping the back of her casing and sending her spinning in place. The new droid exclaimed, “Comrade!”

    Comrade? Was is das??? she wondered.
     
  4. Viscount Pierre Cogsteel

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    Coming out of hyperspace jump, the La Liberté gracefully flew towards the planet's atmosphere and started to rumble when passing through the layer. As the La Liberté neared the main spaceport the comm of the ship started beeping. "Monsieur, it appears the spaceport desires your attention" announced a protocol droid by the name of Mr. Chadwick, Pierre's butler, as their ship approached the spaceport at a steady pace. "Très bien" thanked Pierre. Pierre had his right arm behind his back, with a closed fist and stood with a very dignifying posture in the likes of a navy officer. "Bonjour Messieurs, c'est le Viscount Pierre Cogsteel the Fifth of La Liberté, Íe espécter hanger bay 20 prepared by mon arrival" replied Pierre with a very well-spoken, though foreign thick accent.

    ~A long pause~

    "This is Virgillia 7, I'm sorry sir, but we received a message reserving hanger bay 19 and hanger bay 20 is already occupi~" started the voice and was about to direct Pierre to fly to hanger bay 19, but unfortunately he never got that far. "Whrat is dís? Coú doesn't havé mon hanger bay reatí for moi?! Inacceptable! Dís is Viscount Pierre Cogsteel the Fifth and Íe will not accepterai secondé best, adieu Monsieur!" Berate Pierre the man highly offended over the fact that they didn't get his correct and preferred hanger bay.

    "Sir?" Asked Mr. Chadwick, waiting for his next order. "Wei víll land at hanger bay 20!" Commanded the golden robot, blowing smoke out of one of the two small holes in his "face" from smoking his pipe. "Are you sure, sir?" Asked Mr. Chadwick, "absolument monsieur Chadwick, forward!" Announced Pierre as Mr. Chadwick headed for Hanger Bay 20, which got the comm to beep like crazy, most likely the control tower first asking the ship to fly to Hanger Bay 19, but soon turned to 'we will fire if you don't fly to hanger bay 19!'. Pierre would have none of it, he would not let some second-rated hanger hold his ship and so the ship continued with steady speed.

    The Spaceport turned the planetary turrets at the ship, ready to fire, but they never did fire, why? None of Pierre's concern, it was only right that they wouldn't use such cowardice at a man so important as himself.

    As the ship landed, there was, of course, another ship, not as big as Pierre though and Pierre got Mr Chadwick to completely block the other ship's exit. A squad of soldiers had arrived, all armed, but none was pointing their guns at his ship, excellent! They must have realized how important he was and brought an armed escort for him. As he descended his ship, he walked with a very exactly like a military navy officer would, one arm behind his back, his pipe in one of the two small holes in his golden "face". He had a very prestigious presence about him, shining for all to see.

    "Oh for kriff sake, guards stand down, Steve I swear to god, I will demote you..." Yelled the same head officers now pretty annoyed, for the last two arrived droids at the spaceport, pointing his finger sternly at Steve. It was quite visible now that he was getting pretty tired of all these damn droids, all a pain in his ass.

    "May I present, Viscount Pierre Cogsteel, Fifth of his name" announced Mr. Chadwick, standing beside Pierre. "Íe thank yuó for this wónderful escort, brut ité non-nécessaire" assured Pierre and with a very distinguished bow, with tophat off and everything, went Pierre past the guards and towards the exit. The guards had no idea how they were supposed to react to so many droids arriving. The head officer just mumbled under his breath "I'm getting too old for this kriff".

    Pierre walked through the spaceport like he owned the place while smoking pleasantly on his pipe. "Mr. Chadwick Íe am in need of some rafraîchissement" stated Pierre with his very thick accent, standing in the middle of the street, so everybody else had to walk around him. "Very well sir, this tavern over there seemed like an exquisite choice for a drink" praised the butler Pierre and led Pierre to an open door and entered.

    "Greetings colonist of the outer space, may I present my lord, Viscount Pierre Cogsteel the Fifth!" Announced Chadwick to everybody in the tavern like he was an emperor.
     
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