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Curse stared back at Eisa wordlessly as she explained the droid's importance to her. She couldn't quite appreciate the meaning of her master saying she didn't view her as a droid, but she understood enough to tell that her words meant a great deal. After she finished speaking the Pistoeka...

Once Eisa moved Curse closer to the wrecked droid she immediately crawled up to it's discarded head. Showing no sign of sympathy for her dismantled comrade, the little Pistoeka unceremoniously ripped the photoreceptors from the head before carrying them back to the mirror on her workbench...

As Eisa mocked her lack of bravery Curse's shell casings drooped, the buzz droid saddened by her master's disappointment. It's not like she wanted to be in this state after all. But her moping was cut short as the droideka opened fire and Eisa deflected the shots with her saber. The little...

As Eisa powered down the hover loader and ordered her to stay put there wasn't really anything the little Pistoeka could do but comply, being in her current state. //Acknowledged...// The droid replied dutifully, if a little disappointed. She couldn't wait to be mobile again. As expected the...

Curse watched with great interest as Eisa was able to use the Force to move the needed part to her workbench. It was always fascinating seeing those powers at work, and it definitely made things a lot easier. //Fantastic!// The buzz droid chittered happily as she inspected the reactor. It...

Curse hopped up and down eagerly on the edge of the hover loader as Eisa returned, reaching out and clicking her pincers impatiently until the spacer finally brought the piece within reach. The Pistoeka immediately snatched the part form her, turning it over and inspecting the hardware...

Curse was silent again as they entered the abandoned facility. It was a strange sensation. She had been built in a factory just like this. One of millions hastily put together on an assembly line and then shipped out to wherever she was needed with little to no regard for her future. For all...

As Eisa voiced her confession Curse looked up at her and tilted her head curiously. She was surprised, but not for the reason her master might have thought. //...You pay me?// The droid asked confusedly. As far as she was concerned her reward for serving on Eisa's ship was getting free...

Curse leaned over to look past Eisa back towards the street as she worried over looking suspicious. After humming thoughtfully for a bit she turned her attention back to the spacer. //Well... My model isn't illegal... Technically speaking. Maybe we're a more common sight here?// That was...

The droid's mood may have remained sour, but she was at least somewhat reassured by Eisa's words, her shell casings perking up a bit as her photoreceptors adjusted on the human. If nothing else, Curse could take comfort in knowing the spacer would do everything in her power to succeed. The...

The past two years did not treat Curse well. In her critically damaged state she was unable to move about the ship as she usually did, and was thus confined to Eisa's work bench for the duration of their desperate search for parts, growing more and more restless by the day. With nothing to do...

Curse recoiled slightly from Eisa's touch, her shell casings pulling themselves in a bit to avoid the spacer's palm. The droid didn't respond to her immediately, instead watching quietly as she started tidying up the desk. She didn't mean to cause Eisa any distress, but was far too concerned...

As Eisa flipped the switch there were a few moments of silence before the droid's red photoreceptors flickered back to life. Immediately the Pistoeka's limbs tensed up, clutching desperately to the table as it looked around. Curse was uncharacteristically quiet, remaining perfectly still as...

Curse's journey for the unknown ship was abruptly cut off as a familiar sensation gripped her limbs and prevented her from moving any further. The Pistoeka immediately recognized this as the Force she had witnessed Eisa and others display in the past, and immediately understood the extreme...

When they returned to Ajan Kloss Curse had promised Eisa she'd stay on the ship so as to avoid causing another incident with the Jedi. But about three or four minutes after her master departed she had gotten bored and decided to cause another incident. She had picked up a few ships on the Rim...

Curse didn't respond to Dregg's orders, only looking down at the detonators and discarded blaster with interest. Unfortunately Eisa had learned enough about the buzz droid's habits to keep a close eye on the armaments. The little Pistoeka wouldn't be getting distracted again. At least not for...

Curse continued running laps around the base's grounds with the walker, keeping in motion to make them a harder target to hit and blasting anyone that was unfortunate enough to stray in her path. As Dregg gave her the order to attack the rancor and not the building, the little Pistoeka could...

Curse had been humming cheerily to herself as she went about her work, eager to put her master's plan into effect. When it came to battle Eisa thought like a sabotage droid, and that suited the little Pistoeka just fine. As the red haired spacer tapped on one of her shell casings the droid...

As the Rim Hopper wheeled away from the action Curse clambered down out of the dorsal turret and made her way to the cockpit, climbing up on a chair beside her master. It would seem they were leaving these ones to their own devices and moving to Mandalore's moon to help the others. As Eisa...

Curse was busying herself cutting into a piece of scrap from her quarters as she sat besides her master on the dusty earth, some distance away from the Mandalorians. It was clear from her irritated buzzing and whirring she wasn't in the best mood. She had always thought Minerva was boorish...