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"Come on you kriffing hunk of ...." The spacer muttered as her hands tightened their grip over the control yoke, as the ship rocked and juddered violently as it started to pierce through the upper atmosphere of the large blue planet ahead of it. The spacer's eyes widening as she caught sight of a panel on the leading fuselage of the ship start to flap loose for a few moments before an almost shrill sound of metal tearing could be heard, followed by a clattering sound that rang out from within the cockpit, and then running along the length of the rest of the ship behind her. "Give me a kriffing break..." The fiery haired spacer cursed as she threw her hands up in resignation for a moment before suddenly realising that it was perhaps not the wisest of ideas giving the turbulent re-entry.

Once the flickering fire at the front of the cockpit had started to subside as the ship progressed further into it's re-entry sequence, and as the rim hopper had started to not shudder as much. The pilot eased herself back a little into the seat, before reaching over to flick and press the various switches and buttons that were flashing beside her. Her brow furrowing as one light seemed to persistently stay on. With a groan the spacer clenched her metallic fist before bringing it down onto the console like a hammer, her eyes moving away from the dented console and back to the read outs on the HUD in front of her. "This place better have the parts" she muttered as she locked in the co-ordinates for the space port on the planet's surface.

For what must have at least felt like two years, the ship and the spacer had been jumping from planet to planet in what seemed to be a fruitless quest to find parts in which to repair her crew mate. The earlier sentiment and belief of we'll head to the closest planet with a droid depot and get you fixed up, well turned out to be in retrospect both stupid and naïve. As the spacer quickly found out that finding parts for a droid that happened to be a weapon was not as easy as she had anticipated, coupled with the age of the droid dating back to the clone war period almost two centuries before hand, meant that it was borderline nigh impossible to find anything that was remotely usable.

The two year long wild bantha chase had lead the spacer across the outer rim, the expansion region and now into the inner rim planet of Colla 4. During which the Rim Hopper had taken more than enough of a beating through run ins with pirates, raiders and on a few occasion port officials who might have been rubbed up the wrong way. So much so was that where the ship's exterior once looked pretty much beaten up to begin with, it now looked like it was about to fall out of the sky at any moment - as for the condition of its interior, well the less said the better. It seemed that despite the headaches that Curse had caused over the years prior, the spacer had to give the little droid her due, she kept the ship maintained in a far better state than what it was currently in.

This was perhaps looking to be the last ditch effort, if the sudden loss of another fuselage panel was anything to go by, as the spacer wasn't all that hopeful that her once pride and joy would be able to take off after it lands. Though she had been thinking that ever since the left engine had started to vent plasma through it's exhaust, but then again if this was to be the last time the Rim Hopper had landed, Eisa had figured that either she would use what funds she has left to either get the ship repaired and maintained enough to get it back off the ground or - simply steal another ship! Though it would mostly depend on whether the Rim Hopper finally gives up the ghost, or if Eisa can track down a place that would be able to repair the little buzz droid. And, where better than to now resort to than Colicoid Creation Nest on Colla 4, where droids like Curse were originally manufactured.

With a shudder and a groan, the rim hopper eventually settled down in the space port, the spacer rather than powering off the engines before making a beeline for the exit as she had once used to, waited to make sure that no fire warnings flashed up on the controls before leaving the cockpit and heading down to the cargo hold where Curse and all her various parts had been resting on workbench for the duration since her run in with the Sith. "Right Bud that's us at Colla, if this place doesn't have any left over spares for you, I ain't got a clue as to how we can get you fixed up" Eisa spoke out as she approached, her eyes narrowing as she concentrated and manipulated the Force to lift the work bench off of the decking floor and onto the dormant hoover lifter beside it.

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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 other than toy with bits of junk her master occasionally brought her, the droid fell into the habit of reviewing her 'near death experience' over and over again, rewinding and playing back the same events before her shut down until it nearly fried her droid brain.

As Eisa approached she would find the little Pistoeka idly poking at a disabled fan mechanism, all sorts of wires and cables still hanging out of her back. There were various discarded pieces of machinery scattered about the table, some cut up and scratched, others untouched. The table itself was filled with divots and scrapes from the buzz droid's obsessive scratching. Suffice to say if she wasn't returned to a better state of operation soon it would be the end of her, one way or another.

Curse turned slowly to watch as Eisa approached, photoreceptors adjusting to analyze the spacer. She had become considerably more quiet over the course of their grueling journey as well, less prone to chattering on like she used to. She listened to what the human had to say, noticeably deflating a bit at the revelation that Eisa was also at the end of her wits. This was their last chance it seemed. As the spacer moved her onto the hover lifter the droid spoke up with a much more mechanical tone than usual. //My model has been out of production for over a hundred and fifty years.// She explained hopelessly. //Odds that any manufacturers here would keep the parts I need in stock are very low...// Droids weren't exactly capable of displaying emotion, but given their time together it would be easy enough for Eisa to sense Curse's dread.

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The Spacer sighed as she rolled her eyes in response to the the droid's defeatist words, whilst it was somewhat understandable for the droid to be a bit down in the binaries or cache dumps - being holed up in a broken state for the past few years, after suffering perhaps more than a dent to the droid's pride. Curse was perhaps just as morose as she was when the spacer had recovered her and powered her back up after the droid had ran afoul of the Sith, if not more. This being like the other interactions where Curse had sounded like a CPO droid with a carbonite rod up it's exhaust port, flat emotionless responses, calculated doomed odds, something that if anything the spacer had once thought she had managed to teach the buzz droid to push against her programming and the weighting of odds to affect her decision making.

"Odds may be low" Eisa grunted as she manually adjusted how the work bench sat on the hover loader, before raising back to her full height and wiping the sweat from her brow. "But they're never zero" she added, casting the droid a fleeting look over her shoulder as he headed over towards her own stowage racks to retrieve her holster and weapons. "Manufacturers probably won't openly stock your parts anyway" the spacer continued as she retrieved her blaster pistol, sliding in the power cell and turning the weapon over as it charged the capacitors and powered up. "You are a weapon after all" Eisa spoke out as she holstered her blaster, before squatting back down and pulling open a hatch to a concealed compartment - retrieving her lightsaber from the small enclosure and proceeding to tuck the hilt into the folds of her jacket.

"So why not hit up an arms dealer, or better yet the factory where the weapons are made" Eisa concluded as she turned her gaze back to the buzz droid, offering a brief flicker of the Spacer's typical zeal and determination before she started to push the hover loader towards the boarding ramp, her metallic hand pressing against the ramp controls to lower it. Which in turn the ramp started to lower itself before on of its pistons started to judder and grind. An exasperated groan left the spacers lips as she strode towards the piston, picking up a wrench and proceeding to swing the heavy end of the tool down on the sticking actuator.

Whilst it had got the intended result of the ramp continuing to lower down, it had spattered the spacer's face with hydraulic fluid. Rolling her eyes for a moment before she simply dropped the wrench in situ, before returning back to the hover loader and proceeding to push it and the droid out down the ramp and off the ship.
 

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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 little Pistoeka whirred thoughtfully as Eisa mentioned arms dealers. //Black market traders would more likely yield success...// She agreed with her master. //Pirates in particular have been known to use Pistoekas... Although approaching them might be problematic...// She thought back to all the trouble they'd had the past two years avoiding the spaceborne raiders. A part of her actually wished Minerva was around to back them up with some of that Mandalorian muscle.

Being a tropical planet, the air outside was hot and humid. The spaceport itself was bustling, not only with the native insectoid Colicoids but all sorts of aliens. Their part in the Clone Wars had proven how high quality Colicoid Creation Nest's droids were, and so even though they had been on the losing side of that conflict, time had only helped to improve business. In order to try and be more useful Curse quickly combed through whatever information she had on her manufacturer and shared what she considered worthwhile with Eisa. //Records show seventeen plants in this region were contracted by the Confederacy of Independent Systems during the Clone wars. Of those plants the closest is 8 kilometers to the northwest of here. I have no data on whether or not it's still operational unfortunately...//

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As the pair made their way though the space port, the fiery haired spacer - despite being hit with the sweltering humid air, kept a keen eye on those around her. Paying attention to the visible signs and even any noticeable ripples in the Force originating from the locals. Her scruitiny increasing at the sudden realisation that perhaps the whole picture that the spacer was presenting was suspicious as Kark! A red headed stranger who to some would look unhinged, with her bright hair, cybernetics, unkept and somewhat desperate look - 'wheeling' of all things around, a sabotage droid! Figuring in that in that moment had she rocked up in perhaps a more civilised locale like Naboo or Dantooine the security forces would be sniffing around like no business.

But despite how many red flags she figured that she must of be been putting up, it seemed that the locals payed little to no attention to the sight of a sabotage droid, even in Curse's broken state. Still best not to look a gift horse in the mouth and hang around to test her luck, Eisa pushed the hover loader out of the space port and along the side streets, headed in the general direction of the droid foundry that her crew mate had spoke of. Once the two were out of ear shot of the locals, the spacer cast Curse a bemused expression. "I shoulda covered you in a sheet" Eisa spoke out, before nodding her head back towards the space port behind them. "That or the people here aren't phased by the sight of your model" she added with a slight shrug, before reaching down to one of her holsters and retrieving a blaster and tucking it amongst the the tools she had left on the work bench.

"Think we'll hit up the plant first" Eisa finally responded to her crew mate's assessment, once her weapon had been set down within easy reach. "Even if it's operational or not, we'll have a dig about, doubt any big corps like these would get scrap the lot of ya" she continued, before pursing her lips in thought for a moment. "Easier and more cost effective to 'Loose' the stock" the spacer concluded with a slight grin, if the droid manufacturers had 'lost' their stock pile of Buzz droids, then Eisa would certainly help make sure that a couple of the units stay lost, especially if it meant that her crewmate would be restored back to normality, and maybe even some spare parts, just incase.
 

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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 doubtful though. Hers was quite an outdated model by now. More likely people just didn't recognize what she was. Or they thought she was just spare parts, she certainly looked like it at the moment. She would need to remember not to move too much so as not to rouse suspicion.

Eisa's suggestion that the plants may have hidden Pistoeka parts drew another thoughtful buzz from the droid. //It's possible...// She granted. //Not too likely though I'm afraid. After the Clone Wars the Empire probably went out of their way to make sure any droid models used by the Confederacy were discontinued and destroyed. CCN would have more likely sold whatever inactive models and parts they had to avoid losing profit.// She paused, still worrying over their low chances of success. Would her manufacturer have kept any models in tact? She figured it was possible but it would have come with great risk. They had been on the losing side of a war to an authoritarian government after all. One that didn't hesitate to exterminate it's foes. The memory of what happened to the Geonosians would have been fresh in the mind of every Colicoid at the time. The human supremacist Empire would have had no qualms wiping out another insectoid species. If they had any ties to the Rebellion however... Such risks might have been taken in that case. They would find out soon enough.

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As the pair continued along their route towards the factory, somewhat speeding up a little as they crested over the top of a hill - and despite the precarious position that Curse was in, strapped upon the workbench loaded on a hover loader, the firery haired spacer had decided to step up onto the edge of the loader and allow gravity to accelerate their approach to the factory. Though even though it would perhaps be not the wisest of ideas given the droid's fragile state, Eisa was careful enough to ensure that the Force was being used to control their descent.

Looking down to the droid as she once again aired the outcome of her low probability calculations, the Spacer simply grinned wildly at her crewmate. It was perhaps the defining element between the haphazard crew, Curse with her cold calculating logic, and Eisa with... well little to no logic that could be quantified. "Yeah, but thats your logic processers talking bud" the spacer spoke as she shifted her attention away from the droid and onto the street the hover loader was skimming along. "That ain't taking into account us fleshies being underhanded and having a card up our sleeve" She added before looking down towards the buzz droid. "Like how I've told you that you get a clean cut of the profits from our salvage operations, a part of your cut actually gets tucked away into a secret fund, mostly for bribing people and paying for the damage you cause" She concluded before chuckling, offering the droid a quick wink. "If didn't hide away some of the creds, we would have been flat broke before we met Minerva"

Not long after the confession was dropped, the factory compound started to become alot closer - giving the spacer reason to start to slow down their movement, back down to the speed of a brisk walk to allow her to put her feet on the ground safely without faceplanting the road. Moving the hover loader under her own power, the pair approached the factory, Eisa's eyes looking around the site, narrowing before furrowing as she cocked her head to the side. It seemed that for the best part, the factory was no longer active. Based on what she could see of the fenced up compound it looked as if it had been abandoned or shut down for a good few years now. "Well looks like we're going to be scavenging again"
 

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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 scrap. And turning other things into scrap. She might have been more independently minded than most droids, but she still had little use for credits.

As they approached the factory Curse turned to face it, cycling through the filters on her photoreceptors and bringing up an X-Ray of the building. It was hard to tell if they would find what they needed inside, but from what little she could gather from here the structure didn't appear completely empty. Maybe they'd have some luck after all.

//Bring me a bit closer.// Curse directed Eisa, gesturing towards the fence. She was still restricted to the hover loader for the most part, but she had done some work with the cables attached to her to give her a bit more free reign to move. Once her master brought the loader close enough the droid would move forward and carefully climb onto the fence. She was much more deliberate in her movements then usual, taking extreme care not to damage herself any further. Igniting her plasma torch, she would begin to cut a hole in the fencing large enough for the loader to pass through. //We should proceed with caution.// She warned Eisa as she worked. //My scans indicate severe degradation of structural integrity. Traversing the factory will likely be hazardous. In addition, we should be wary of organic infestation.// Her scans had also picked up minor life signs. Nothing big enough to be sentient. Most likely it was pests, perhaps even Pistos. That would be an ironic turn, considering Curse's design was based on their likeness.

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Cocking her head to the side, the spacer simply grinned at the droid's reaction to the revelation that she got paid. "Well yeah.... all those new things that get loaded into the ship for you to break" the spacer retorted with a bemused expression on her features, before chuckling. "You didn't think it was the lifeday spirit leaving toys in your room because you were a good little girl" she added, before shooting off a playful wink to her crewmate before continuing with the approach to the abandoned factory.

Once the pair had arrived at the fence line of the compound, the spacer obliged the droid's request to push her closer to the fence to allow Curse to do her thing. Contemplating whether it would have been best to simply interject and insist that the little droid stay put. Afterall the spacer could have done the same job but with her lightsaber. But given how the droid had remained cooped up and somewhat bolted to the workstation, it might be wiser to allow Curse to stretch her legs and perhaps not feel like a lame cripple.

Nodding in understanding to Curse's intel, the spacer grinned before looking towards the abandoned factory, eyes narrowing as she focused in on a crew access door, figuring that of all places that would be the best place to start to look for an entry point. "Ok Gotcha bud, refrain from the stupid and crazy" Eisa eventually spoke, before proceeding to wheel the loader through the opened hole in the fence and down through the abandoned lot towards the factory's entrance.

Stepping forwards, and leaving the hover loader stationary for a moment, the spacer crouched down beside the base of the roller shutter door, her eyes narrowing as she surveyed it's rusty state, before threading her cybernetic fingers under the lip of the metal shutter. And, with a sudden grunt and jolt used the mechanical strength of her artificial arm to forcefully lift the shutter, with a piercing screech as the rusted metal sheered from its fused state.

With the doorway now open, the spacer returned to the hover load, and proceeded to wheel it through the opening. Her eyes scanning around the cavernous structure that now surrounded them, machines long dormant and lifeless, workbenches and tools long since abandoned, parts and odd bits of scraps scattered over the floor. The spacer's gaze quickly darted over to her side as she caught side of something skittering in her periphery, cocking her head to the side, Eisa attempted to get a better look of what it was that had moved, but it seemed for the best part what ever organic creature that Curse had detected, was for the best part looking to avoid them for now.
 

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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 she knew this was the factory where she was assembled. She tried not to think about it too often, but it really was a shame she had been memory wiped. It was infuriating to think there was so much time she couldn't account for. What had she done? Where had she been? What had she learned? She would never know. At least she was fortunate to have a master now that wouldn't do such a thing to her. Of course that got her thinking about what she would do when Eisa expired. While good maintenance could leave Curse functionally immortal, all organics inevitably ceased function eventually. And given Eisa's unusually high penchant for danger, her death was statistically likely to come far sooner. Just like her last master...

That grim train of thought was thankfully cut short as both her and Eisa's attention was drawn to one corner of the chamber as a small creature skittered across the open before disappearing again. Curse quickly cycled through several visual filters, trying to pin it down. But it had escaped her. Fortunately, it had also drawn her photoreceptors to land on a very promising looking pile of scrap. //Oh! There!// The droid suddenly piped up, hopping up and down a bit more like her old self as she pointed towards the pile of parts. She quickly crawled over to the edge of the hover loader and leaned forward, almost falling off as she continued to point at the desired pieces. //Right there! Inference pulse stabilizer! I need that!// It was only one of several pieces she would need to bring her self back to 100% operational capacity. But it would be an excellent start. Eisa would just need to be careful when retrieving it not to get bitten by the pests that were lurking about... Or to give herself radiation poisoning...

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Picking up her blaster off from the workbench the fiery haired spacer, held it ready as she crossed her arms and lent against the push bar railing of the hover loader, figuring that if the little creatures bothered to return, at least it was better to have the pistol to hand and primed to fire off a few snap shots at them. Her attention moved away from the idea of taking pot shots at the little bugs, as her crewmate suddenly got excitable, bobbing up and down in the spot where she was tethered too, before hurredly pointing towards the a pile of parts. Her emerald hued eyes narrowing as she followed the droids line of sight and pincer point towards some strange piece, that Curse was able to identify as being an inference pulse stabilizer, or something along those lines - the spacer hadn't the faintest clue what it was or does, but it if was what Curse wanted then she would oblige her crewmate.

Walking over towards the pile of parts, the spacer turned her gaze towards a pair of beady little eyes staring out at her from the shadows under one of the large automated assembler machines. "What you kriffing bogging at?! Git" Eisa shouted as she made a sudden lunging motion towards the creature, which in turn scampered away out of sight and out of mind. With the local wild life given enough of a scare to keep the spacer a wide distance, Eisa walked over towards the pile of parts, her cybernetic hand pointing over the various items whilst her eyes looked back at Curse to make sure she was pointing at and going to pick up the correct piece.

Once the little buzzdroid chirped in confirmation, the spacer picked up the part with her artificial limb before carefully bringing it back to the work bench and placing it down beside her crewmate. "Right what else?" Eisa asked as she started to push to hover trolley further into the factory, her eyes panning from side to side looking out for items that would be of value or use, but after a while she figured it would be best leaving that part of the job to Curse, so instead continued to keep an eye out for the little critters that she could sense scuttling around them.
 

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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. Obviously not in the best of condition, but it was functional, and she wasn't about to get choosy. Without missing a beat she clambered over to where she had a small mirror resting on the loader, and began the process of self-repairing.

//Three more pieces...// The buzz droid answered Eisa's question as she worked. //A new set of perception filaments for my photoreceptors, a radium conductor and servoprocessor,// She paused to look up at Eisa again. //I'll need your help to replace that one. Once the old one is taken offline I'll be unable to move my limbs.// After conveying that information, unaware if her master would have any idea what any of those looked like or not, the little Pistoeka went back to work replacing her damaged part. Once the new one was in place and fully operational she stood up and moved around a bit. //Ah, that's much better.// She said in a more cheery tone. She still had a ways to go, but she was feeling better already.

Continuing their search of the factory they would pass by a pit that seemed to once be filled with molten metal. Of course the pit had long since cooled off and solidified, leaving it as an empty hole about eighty feet deep. Given that there were several inoperable conveyor belts feeding into the pit, it was likely this was a place for melting down parts. //There! The conductor!// Curse shouted again, and pointed out the part she needed. This time it would be fairly easy for Eisa to see what she was pointing at, even if she wasn't sure what it was. The radium conductor was sitting on a conveyor belt. A busted and precariously tottering conveyor belt that was directly above the eighty-foot deep pit. Curse cautiously crept to the edge of the hover loader and briefly looked down at the drop before turning back to Eisa. //So... What now?// She asked curiously.

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A raised eyebrow arched on the spacer's features, as she followed the direction that Curse was pointing towards. Her gaze falling upon the sight of a conductor, or so that was what the droid was claiming. The only problem was that its location was in a precarious location, and that was perhaps the understatement of the century - sat upon a conveyor belt that was hanging over a section of flooring that looked to have collapsed and fallen through the levels below.

Leaning over the edge a little, the spacer stared down into the pit more out of morbid curiosity to see just how deep the factory went beyond the planet's surface. Shrugging as she came away from the edge, after concluding that amidst the darkness there was little that could be made out, other than more shadowy spaces. "Well guess there's only one thing for it" the spacer replied to her crewmate as she rocked her head back and forth, as if she was attempting to stretch out before some physical activity. Taking a deep breath, and closing her eyes, the spacer reached out with her natural hand and started to channel the force through her.

Reaching out with the Force, and manipulating the currents that flowed around the part - which in turn rattled slightly the Force wrapped around the device, before slowly and gradually lifting off of the surface of the conveyor belt and levitated towards the two crewmembers. As it drew closer and closer to the pair, it started to drift closer to the workbench and towards Curse's side, before with a light clink confirmed that it was safely atop of the work bench. Opening her eyes, the spacer turned round and looked at the part and then to Curse, noticing that surprisingly given the age and run down state of the factory the part was in pristine condition.

Looking around the chamber of the assembly floor, noting that there wasn't really much else that at least to the spacer's eyes could be seen of any importance, Eisa turned her attention back towards Curse "So do we go down or up?"
 

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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 was in surprisingly excellent condition given it's age and neglect. It seemed her creators really built things to last. Just like with the stabilizer, she immediately dragged the piece over to her mirror where she removed the old one and began fitting the new into place. She paused however when Eisa asked her question.

The Pistoeka gave another quick look around the level they were currently on, but it didn't seem like they'd find any more useful components here. //Let's try the lower level first.// Curse suggested. //That's where the storage space should be.// The buzz droid went back to her self repairs while Eisa moved her along. Once the new radium conductor was installed she was almost up to 50% operating capacity, allowing her to remove most of the cables she was hooked up to and bringing an end to many of those constant pop-up alerts that she was about to lose functionality. Once they acquired the last few things she would be as good as new.

As expected the service elevator was long since rendered inoperable, so they had to make their way down by the stairwell. And with the lights out, darkness quickly enveloped them, allowing only a few slivers of light through cracks in the ceiling. Curse was able to use the night-vision filter in her photoreceptors to see, and she assumed Eisa would have had the foresight to bring a flashlight, or use her lightsaber. Either way, the deeper they went, the darker it got. Sounds began to echo around them. The creaking and groaning of old support beams struggling to maintain the weight above them after years of degradation. Dripping water, tiny squeaks and hisses. The clatter of scurrying feet. It didn't exactly paint a pleasant picture. As they reached the bottom of the stairs Curse would tell Eisa to stop. //There's a breaker here, let me see if I can turn on the lights...// The little Pistoeka explained. Crawling to the edge of the hover loader she made a short hop to the console and opened it up, beginning to toy with the wires. Despite her best efforts however, she was not even able to find a current of electricity. //Hmm, no good.// She said with a dissatisfied whir as she hopped back onto the workbench, looking up at the red haired spacer. //It looks like there's no power running down here at all. We'll either need to find a generator or make do.//

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The spacer pursed her lips in thought as the little buzz droid advised that there was no power on the lower levels, saying that either they need to find and then fire up a generator or make do with being bathed in darkness and improvise as best they can. Eisa's gaze ran over Curse, and her current state, whilst she was mobile the little droid was still tethered to the workbench and had a limited range. Which if it wasn't for Curse's current state, leaving the droid to scout out and fire up the generator would be a done deal with all the various optical lenses the buzzdroid possessed. It was ultimately up to Eisa to track down the generator and then fire it up in this instance - but given how compromised the upper floor was, she doubted that it would be wise to try and juggle pushing a hover loader and using an improvised Lightsource at the same time - it would likely end in disaster.

"Right, well you stay put" Eisa spoke as she picked up her lightsaber off from the workbench, before moving the hover loader closer to the stairs and then deactivating the respulsors on it - just to avoid turning her back on curse and the work bench and it just drifts towards a large opening in the floor. Once the loader had been 'parked' the spacer ignited her lightsaber and took a few steps forward, raising the hilt and the blade above her head to better illuminate the floor around her. Keeping to any firm surface that reflected back in an emerald glow, and consequently avoiding anything in the ground that just looked light a dark hole.

Slowly and tentatively the fiery haired spacer made her way deeper into the dark depths of the lower factory space, the sight of her lightsaber to the normal eye from where Curse was sat, gradually became fainter and fainter until there was just a small spot of green light available in the distance. As she made her way deep and deeper into the darkness, the spacer would periodically stop, and move the saber around her, her sweeping gaze panning along in the same direction as the lightsaber to try and catch a glimpse of anything that looked Generatorey, but for all that she could see initially was the outlines of some large mechanical arm like structure, presumably part of an assembly unit, or perhaps for lifting and moving crates about. With a groan in frustration , the spacer continued moving, carefully ensuring that her steps were onto solid ground, and keeping an eye out for a generator.

After what must of been twenty maybe thirty minutes, of slowly and tentatively moving around in darkness, even though it felt like hours the spacer eventually caught sight of a control panel. Figuring that it was perhaps better than nothing, she manoeuvred herself closer to investigate. Holding the lit saber over the console, the spacer narrowed her eyes as she tried to read the engravings on the metal plating beside the buttons. Before groaning in annoyance at the realisation that she couldn't read the native language. Rolling her eyes in annoyance, the spacer racked her head as to how she could figure out what this consolde did, and more importantly how to operate it.

"I'm going to have to use that ability again ain't I" Eisa muttered to herself, before switching the hilt over into her cybernetic hand, and then raising her natural hand up to her mouth, so that she could bite onto the leather fingers of her glove before proceeding to pull her hand free. Closing her eyes, the spacer concentrated hard on the Force, focusing her mind, channelling her consciousness into the Force, before holding her hand out towards the console in front of her, reaching into the various imprints that had been left in the force like a fingerprint from the various sentients that had once used this station.

Various images and thoughts flashing through her mind as she focused and concentrated on the psychometric visions she was seeing, images of the factory as a hive of activity, droids being churned out, native Colicoid's operating and monitoring the equipment, then images of a sadness as the plant gradually fell still, the Colicoids resentfully being ushered out of the factory, until there was just one, standing beside the console where she was standing now, pressing in a few buttons and adjusting a few leavers before the factory fell into darkness and silence.

Coming out of her trance light state, the spacer shook her head, and looked back down at the console. Her lips pursing as she identified the buttons she had seen the Colicoid operate. "Well here goes" Eisa commented with a shrug, before pretty much doing to the opposite of what she had seen the operator do, putting the dials back to where they were and pressing the various buttons. With a series of loud crashes, whines and thuds, the high bay and flood lighting flickered back into life as the generator powered back up, illuminating the room from its deepest side and working its way back towards Eisa and then Curse in individual rows. Turning off her lightsaber, the spacer turned her attention back to Curse, before cussing under her breath as she made her way back to Curse, seeing now under the artificial flood lighting that the floor that she had so tediously navigated was intact.
 

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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 buzz droid quickly became bored with her predicament, wandering around the work bench and scanning the room for any sign of the parts she needed. Unfortunately from her current position she couldn't make out anything that looked like a servoprocessor or perception filaments. After scanning every detail she could from her spot by the stairs, and only having about ten minutes gone by, Curse whirred in annoyance and sat herself down on the table. There she remained still for a few moments before starting to tap her legs and hum. Eisa would be able to make out the strange, faint binary tune from across the factory floor.

When the power came on this humming immediately stopped, Curse cycling back to her regular filters as the lights came on and whirring in triumph. The whole of the floor was now easy to see. It was another assembly line, a series of conveyor belts and construction machines, although this one seemed designed to produce destroyer droids. Although this level had suffered from a good deal of decay, with moss and other plant life growing around the corners of the open space, much of the machinery and parts themselves seemed more intact.

Excellent! This would make things much easier. Or at least that's what Curse thought, until the destruction that so often followed her and her master found them again. As Eisa was making her way back towards the buzz droid there was a crackle over the intercom before an automated voice came to life, shouting aggressively in the Colicoid tongue. Moments later Curse would chitter out from across the factory floor. //I can understand that!// She called to Eisa. //It's an intruder alert! They're going to send droids to kill us now!// Her tone was remarkably casual given the circumstances.

Both of them would be able to look across the room, past many of the assembly machines to the far wall where there were several completed droidekas hanging from charging berths. As the security system came alive five of them immediately fell to the ground and came apart, one even exploding in a somewhat humorous and anticlimactic display. One however survived, and immediately stood up to slowly start waddling it's way towards them, it's energy shield flickering on. It didn't have a clear line of sight to open fire yet, but it soon would. The droideka uttered a series of clicks that resembled the colicoid language, which Curse quickly shouted a translation for. //It says Republic dogs must die for the glory of the Separatist Alliance!// The buzz droid tilted her head as she looked towards the red haired spacer. //I think it means you! We should probably get going!//

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The spacers gaze flicked between Curse and the newly arrived droideka. Her brow furrowing as she listened to the translation provide by curse, death to the Republic glory to the separate alliance. An inquisitive arch on her eyebrows forming as curse concluded that they should probably get going. Followed by a bemused expression over the spacers features "We really gotta find you some balls whilst we're here" Eisa commented with a groan, even though it was understandable why Curse was now so placid and cautious as of late. But the spacer was seriously missing the old Curse, the Curse that she would drop into the middle of a pirate outpost with , both free falling from their ship atop an ATRT before proceeding to wreck utter chaos in the middle of a Mandalorian infiltrate and execute operation. - good clean and simple fun.

The buzz droids neutered attitude and lack of zeal aside, there was of course the the presence of the Droieka that was according to Curse, saw the spacer as a republic agent or something alone those lines, given the fact that she clearly didn't look like a Clone Trooper... Oh right the lightsaber! the realisation rang through the spacers mind, the droid was seeing her as a Jedi. A wild grin curled on her lips, one that Curse would recognise that doing a run for it was definitely not on the cards. "Curse bud, ya might want to get behind cover"

The Spacer remained still for a few silent moments as she channelled the force to her, her cybernetic fingers tightening around the hilt of her lightsaber as the Droieka lined itself up with the spacer, and levelled it's guns, as two flashes of crimson sprang from the droids weapons, Eisa'ss emerald bladed Saber sprang into life as she simultaneously lunged forwards, the blade moving to intercept and deflect the incoming shots as she sprinted off to the Droideka's side, being sure that the CIS aligned droid's attention and more importantly it's aim was moved away from the stranded buzz droid.

Run around the periphery of the Droideka, working towards its flank before jumping up one of the assembler units, perching herself atop of it, her emerald hued eyes narrowing as she watched the Droideka shuffle itself around to face her. With another flash of crimson, this time being directed towards where the Spacer had been perched. But the shots would not connect with it's intended target, as Eisa had jumped away from her perch - instead the shots collided with the casing of the assembler unit.

Without having encountered a Droieka before the spacer was taking the opportunity to sus and figure out just how it operated. The battle droid was shielded and unlikely to affected by blaster shots, it could fire heavy blaster rounds in quick succession. - However it was Kriffing slow. "Oi Curse, tell doughnut boy. For a war droid, he's pretty Shit" Eisa called out with a light cackle, as she added further insult to injury as she casually side stepped to the side, keeping herself inline with the droid's flank as it tried to circle itself around - the question would be just for how long could she keep this up, until either the droid decided to change tact or it ran out of power but even then, this was boring!

Surprisingly enough, the spacer was quick to bore. Rolling her eyes, the spacer pooled a burst of force energy, before using it to onto the upper casing of the droid. A wide grin curled on her features at the realisation that the shield was purely for protection from energy weapons, as her feet had managed to pass through the shield. "Ah Sweet! Oi doughnut boy. Up here!!" Eisa called out to get the droideka's attention as she deactivated her lightsaber, tossed it to her other hand. As the doideka adjusted and directed it's photoreceptors upwards as much as possible, the spacer reeled her cybernetic hand backwards before with a swift lunge she punched her hand through the shield, the metallic fingers opening out before quickly gripping around the droid's head, and with a sharp yank Eisa tore the head off from the rest of the droid's body.

Jumping off to the side, as the Droideka toppled over. The spacer cocked her head to the side she watched the shield dissipate, with a bemused expression "Curse, you can come out from your hiding spot, doughnut boy is broken now" Eisa called out as she kicked the casing of the deactivated droid, her lips pursing in thought as she looked over the droid. "Would this thing have any of your missing parts?, its mostly intact, just it's head connector is kriffed up"
 

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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 Pistoeka letting out a frightened squeak and pulling into her ball form in response. Only a few moments later did she start to peek out again as she watched Eisa engage the destroyer rather than flee.

Once again, watching the spacer's acrobatic and nonchalant display reminded Curse of when they first met on Lotho Minor, years ago now. Seeing a Jedi in action really was incredible. She found herself getting excited despite herself, wanting to follow her programming and break something. As Eisa effortlessly dodged another attack, the little Pistoeka suddenly jumped in the air and let out a cheering chitter, waving her circular saw in the air.

//Go for the photoreceptors!// the buzz droid called out with malice. And then, much to her delight, the spacer actually did, ripping out the droideka's head with her bare hand. Well... Robot hand. As Eisa knocked the remains of the destroyer droid over she would hear exhilarated binary chatter from the other side of the floor and a little droid hopping up and down.

The buzz droid quickly regained her composure however as Eisa asked her question. //Those perception filaments should fit me as well.// The little Pistoeka answered. //I'm not as sure about the servoprocessor. It might be too big.// She paused to look down at the cables she was still attached to before looking back at her master. //Um... Do you think you can bring them over here? Still immobile...//

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With a loud sigh, the fiery haired spacer rolled her head around back and forth as she clipped her lightsaber back to her belt. The earlier chitters in binary from the droid had not gone unnoticed by the spacer as no sooner had she caught her breath, a wide grin tugged on her features. "FINALLY!!!" Eisa called out as she threw her hands up into the air in celebration. "Thats the little buzz ball I remember!!! Took you long enough to finish moping" she spoke as she held her hands on her hips and turned to face her crewmate, before cocking her head to the side slightly as Curse rang off the list of parts that she could salvage from the downed droideka, there was the obvious problem, getting her to the droideka or it to Curse.

And the thing was a chunky lump of metal, looking between Curse and the scrapped droid, the spacer simply shook her head and walked back over to the hover loader. "I'm out of juice Bud, so gonna move you closer" Eisa advised as she approached the hover loader, and fired it back up before proceeding to wheel Curse and the work bench closer to the Droideka.

Once the hover loader was sat right beside the decommissioned war droid, the spacer deactived the loader and allowed it to sit back on the ground. "Right on you go fill yer boots" Eisa spoke out before squatting down beside the workbench "I'm gonna take a quick breather"
 

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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. Here she opened up each of her own photoreceptors, one at a time, to remove her own busted filaments and replace them with the new ones. As she completed her task she quickly cycled through her filters, her vision much clearer now. Now all that remained was the servoprocessor.

Eager to be fully repaired, Curse once again dove into the wreck of the droideka, spinning up her saw and cutting into it's chassis mercilessly as she searched for the needed part. But as she continued her work, she started to slow, something troubling her. //I've enjoyed our time together greatly you know.// She suddenly said to Eisa, still keeping her focus fixed on the wreck. //You've taken me to many places and have tolerated my behavior in a way few organics have... As a matter of fact you and my former master may be the only organics to actually see me as valuable, and not simply a nuisance.// Her saw stopped spinning and the buzz droid turned to face the spacer, red photoreceptors focusing in on her as she was silent for a few moments before continuing.

//You even went out of your way to repair me, when I'm sure it would have been much less of a hassle to find a replacement mechanic.// She added. //I want you to know I'm grateful.// She paused again, the droid was clearly deep in thought over all this. //And I'm going to serve you better in the future. My actions have gotten us both into trouble, nearly ended my functionality permanently. From now on, I will no longer be so blindly reckless. I will carry out my programming with tact.// The Pistoeka was aware that might not be what Eisa wanted to hear. The human seemed to adore endangering herself and causing mischief. That's why she and Curse got along so well. But the buzz droid had to acknowledge reality. She was not nearly as durable as Eisa, and she could not survive being too openly combative as she could.

//That's not to say I'm going to become some boring protocol droid,// The Pistoeka tried to reassure her master. //Only that I'm not going to go running off and destroying things without your permission... I mean... That's what I'm going to try to do. And I know I've said that before but I mean it this time. I'll just have to... Make some adjustments to my behavioral core perhaps...// The Pistoeka trailed off, turning back to her work and spinning up her saw again. Eventually she was able to yank out the droideka's servoprocessor. Luckily, it seemed as though the part would fit her. Turning back to Eisa the droid would speak up once more. //As I said before, I can't make this last repair myself.// She explained. //Once my old servoprocessor is removed all my limbs will lock up and become immobile. Do you think you can replace it? I can give direction if you need it.//

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