Recent content by R5 9A

And thus, there was a standoff. Kit and Captain Narr stood facing each other on the spaceport grounds, each not daring to make the first move until the right moment. Fortunately for Kit, that "right moment" came in the form of R5-9A rolling towards Lekei Narr and her Barabels. Was the astromedic...

Warlord? Did she not hear the designation R5 had given her? Although he was certainly versed in war, he wasn't the lord of any planets or estates that he was aware of. He chalked the dumb name up to the stupidity of humans - their intellectual capacity was so much more limited than other, more...

The Mohsenian shot one last glare over in Kit's direction before storming off. The R5 unit was a relic in the Galactic Civil War prone to failure - and bidding 700 was a tad too much for the wooly alien. From his perch on the auction stage, R5 noticed that the Mohsenian stormed off to confer...

As if things couldn't get more intolerable! The stupid auctioneer hadn't bothered mentioning the fact that R5-9A was a decorated veteran of the Clone Wars. He hadn't mentioned he'd competently served the Empire - a regime which notoriously punished droid failure with dismantlings. Forget the...

The indignity of it all. R5-9A, at this point, had centuries of medical knowledge stored in his databanks over the years. In his day, he'd treated clones, Jedi, Imperials, prisoners of war, and even other droids. He could stitch up a Bothan and give a heart transplant to a Herglic. And yet...

R5-9A had been around the block enough times to know when to play it cool. Sure, torture, mayhem, and mutilation were all fine, fine tools for acquiring information but they were blunt tools and R5 was a doctor first and foremost. Blunt tools had their place (and the astromech certainly had...

Hmm...no optics. Well, that was something that R5 had considered statistically unlikely but not impossible, so he resorted to his Plan B and began combing through the stevedore droid's audio receptor logs instead, trying to see if there was anything it might have heard while it was down there...

"I of course am most willing to serve the great and gracious Sith Empire in any way I can." R5 said to Varyn (@Phoenix ), the sarcasm he would have conveyed lost to an automated series of beep that made up the language of Droidspeak. "However, would it not be simpler for me to use my...

R5-9A found himself answering the call, which might surprise some of the miners to find a droid decked out in Sith colors and speaking so haughtily to them. But as much as Sith and Jedi were experts in the Force, R5, having had centuries of experience at this point, had similar mastery over...

R5-9A, psychopathic medic extraordinaire, sat behind the closed doors that marked the Restricted Section of the Sith Library on Korriban. Despite his many decorated years of service to the Empire and its predecessors, going back to the Clone Wars even, R5-9A was still just regarded as an Agent...

R5 did as instructed and diverted the necessary amount of power to protect the shields and increase the capacity of the engines, beeping to Covax that this would compromise some of the other components of the ship temporarily. Personally, the droid thought it was worth the risk, although he did...

"I would like to advise using the torpedoes now as the gunboat seems to be almost depleted." R5 beeped before confirming that the ship still was flying at 70 percent capacity shields. Had he been in a more tactical, bloodthirsty mood, he may have dedicated some of the power to nonessential...

R5 obliged and activated the laser turrets of the ship, aiming them with the machine-like accuracy that came so easily to mechanical beings. While the droid wanted to point out that launching the torpedoes now could help overrun the shields even faster, he held his tongue. Or vocoder rather...

R5 beeped obediently, although he masked the disdain he held for most of the crew that made up the Valiant. It had been a long time since he'd plugged into a ship before and never in a TIE so he spent the first few moments of their flight getting acquainted with the layout of the ship and what...

"You psychopathic little droi-AAAARRRRGGGGHHHHH!" the Nikto lab subject screamed in pain as R5-9A removed another vertebrae. The medical droid wanted to scoff; he had no brain - how could he be a psychopath? Honestly, he didn't know where the Sith sourced these idiot lab subjects from but he'd...