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 here he was on the auction block.
Once Nor'baal the Hutt had announced his plans to ascend the throne, a small percentage of Imperials saw opportunity. Some willingly offered up their troops to the Cartel, others accepted bribes in exchange for looking the other way, and others saw a means to desert.
That's what ended up happening to R5. The commander of the cruiser R5 had been assigned to had elected to steal as much Imperial equipment, munitions, data and droids as she could, had sold all of it on the black market and then decided to take her ill-gotten winnings to a nice retirement on Canto Bight. R5 supposed he could admire the deviousness of it, even if he couldn't admire his situation.
"...and the bartender droid goes to the lovely Zeltron lady with the pink hat. Next up, we have some military surplus, an R5 series astromedic. If he's good enough for the Imperials, he's good enough for you folks. Sure the R5 was never as flashy as the R2 series but what does it matter if he stitches you up? Plus, when's the next time you're going to see one of these classic droids for sale? Can I start the bidding at, oh, let's say 500 credits?" the Rybeck auctioneer shouted with a flourish of his cane.
500?!? R5 had never been so insulted.
OOC: had this character forever and I don't really know what to do with him. Anyone who wants to buy him is welcome. I'll have him be a pirate doctor droid, a mascot for your character's sports team, an agent for the Hutts, I don't care.
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 here he was on the auction block.
Once Nor'baal the Hutt had announced his plans to ascend the throne, a small percentage of Imperials saw opportunity. Some willingly offered up their troops to the Cartel, others accepted bribes in exchange for looking the other way, and others saw a means to desert.
That's what ended up happening to R5. The commander of the cruiser R5 had been assigned to had elected to steal as much Imperial equipment, munitions, data and droids as she could, had sold all of it on the black market and then decided to take her ill-gotten winnings to a nice retirement on Canto Bight. R5 supposed he could admire the deviousness of it, even if he couldn't admire his situation.
"...and the bartender droid goes to the lovely Zeltron lady with the pink hat. Next up, we have some military surplus, an R5 series astromedic. If he's good enough for the Imperials, he's good enough for you folks. Sure the R5 was never as flashy as the R2 series but what does it matter if he stitches you up? Plus, when's the next time you're going to see one of these classic droids for sale? Can I start the bidding at, oh, let's say 500 credits?" the Rybeck auctioneer shouted with a flourish of his cane.
500?!? R5 had never been so insulted.
OOC: had this character forever and I don't really know what to do with him. Anyone who wants to buy him is welcome. I'll have him be a pirate doctor droid, a mascot for your character's sports team, an agent for the Hutts, I don't care.