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It all happened so fast. S8R-D turned toward the janitor that addressed it with an alarmed jump that nearly sent its glass cup tumbling off the top of its head. But with a dexterous scooping movement it retained its burden, which twitched precariously as it turned its head between the parties...

The Parnelli Museum of Art, Theed, Naboo It must not have seemed particularly strange to see a mid-sized droid wandering around the interior of the Parnelli Museum of Art. It might as well have been a normal occurrence that conical beams of light would be scanning the artifacts of the Wonders...

S8R-D had no instinct for family or childhood, but it did have a heuristic processor that recognized patterns in organic responses to its actions. Babes earned the protection of their elders through the appearance of helplessness and charm, and the droid was learning that its own safety (not to...

The protocol was to be inconspicuous. On a planet like Nar Shaddaa, it wasn’t uncommon to see mid-size droids wandering around– fiddling with wires, picking up trash, mending pipes or other metalwork. So it was that the probe droid found itself confidently circling a tavern, then an apartment...

The pinecone was still clutched gingerly in S8R-D’s manipulator arm as it slowly unfastened itself from Neeka’s torso and tested the solid ground beneath its clover-shaped feet. A purplish beam emitted in a cone from its radar sensor as it scanned the ice beneath them for further cracks and...

It had been reaching for the pinecone that Neeka’s heel had disturbed, prepared to quietly right its position, when the world lurched around them. Reflexively S8R-D clamped down on the little object, as if it would be the first thing put back into place when everything settled. But of course...

Perhaps it should have withheld information; the instinct was there, a few lines of haphazard code tangled up in a decade-long string of undisturbed machine learning. But whatever thread of distrust might have given the droid pause was quickly overridden by higher protocols. S8R-D’s primary...

There was a moment of hesitation, of clinging to the impossible possibility that it could remain hidden. The darkness behind the panel was its only protection from the tapping of hasty feet, the gentle noise of a charged energy cell, the faint but unpredictable scent of a human body. But the...

The stench of a repulsorlift battery reached the droid’s energy scanner, causing it to raise its flat forebody in examination of the terrain. In the next moment, the hum of an approaching engine shined in its audio receptors, followed by the quick jab of a radar ping. Chirping with panic, S8R-D...