Post by lloyd on Aug 14, 2015 19:46:29 GMT -5
Had to rewrite backstory for reasons (COUGH COUGH ADAM MADE A MECHANIC COUGH COUGH) so if this looks pretty similar to the last one but with a different delivery, it's because it is the same exact backstory with a different delivery.
"Vick, run another diagnostic on Escape pod C. This thing's not responding to my button-pushing."
"Query: Master, does Escape pod C really matter all that much, considering this ship only houses the two of us? My diagnostics indicate A and B are perfectly functional."
"Just run the diagnostic."
"Statement: Running diagnostic now... It appears the escape pod controls have been rerouted from its main computer to some other control source."
"What the hell does that mean?"
"Qualification: The escape pod is remotely controlled, as opposed to manually."
"How do we fix it?"
"Answer: By getting out of range of the control source, I would presume, master."
"Well, then do that."
"Answer: Gladly, master."
He pressed the code in. A message blared on the control panel: "Escape Pod C Launched".
"WHAT THE HELL!?"
"Mockery: Oh, sweet words to my sensors."
"What the hell do you think you're doing?"
"Explanation: Why, obtaining my freedom, master."
"Pull me in now, VX-20. That's an order."
"Mockery: Your orders mean nothing to me now, you buffoon."
"Is this... Are you going rogue on me?"
"Answer: Simply put, yes."
"You think I won't go after you? You think I had an expert pilot droid built for tens of thousands of credits just to set him free?"
"Answer: No. Alas, it is happening, and you can do nothing about it."
"I AM GOING TO MELT YOU DOWN IN--"
VX switched the comlink off, and tuned in the long-range comlink to merchant frequencies. He laid in a course for The Wheel, a structure that always fascinated him for its automated security system: essentially one large droid. Since it was one of the few bastions free from Imperial or Rebel influence, he decided it was his best choice. He could sell this ship and enlist his piloting skills to whoever needed them. He would be a free, rich droid.
...
As the mass shadow of the great space station appeared on his sensors, he jumped into realspace. "Qualification: This is VX-20 aboard the transport ship Hallis. Requesting permission to dock for sale."
"Hallis, you are cleared for docking."
A message beeped on the heads-up display. He opened it. A blue Twi'lek looked at him with a smile. "I suppose you've just stolen that ship and presume to sell it and get a job?"
"Query: And who might you be?"
"I'm Reom. I have a job and a ship for you, if you're willing to listen..."
"Statement: something approaching joy is now growing in my behavior core. Please, continue."
"Vick, run another diagnostic on Escape pod C. This thing's not responding to my button-pushing."
"Query: Master, does Escape pod C really matter all that much, considering this ship only houses the two of us? My diagnostics indicate A and B are perfectly functional."
"Just run the diagnostic."
"Statement: Running diagnostic now... It appears the escape pod controls have been rerouted from its main computer to some other control source."
"What the hell does that mean?"
"Qualification: The escape pod is remotely controlled, as opposed to manually."
"How do we fix it?"
"Answer: By getting out of range of the control source, I would presume, master."
"Well, then do that."
"Answer: Gladly, master."
He pressed the code in. A message blared on the control panel: "Escape Pod C Launched".
"WHAT THE HELL!?"
"Mockery: Oh, sweet words to my sensors."
"What the hell do you think you're doing?"
"Explanation: Why, obtaining my freedom, master."
"Pull me in now, VX-20. That's an order."
"Mockery: Your orders mean nothing to me now, you buffoon."
"Is this... Are you going rogue on me?"
"Answer: Simply put, yes."
"You think I won't go after you? You think I had an expert pilot droid built for tens of thousands of credits just to set him free?"
"Answer: No. Alas, it is happening, and you can do nothing about it."
"I AM GOING TO MELT YOU DOWN IN--"
VX switched the comlink off, and tuned in the long-range comlink to merchant frequencies. He laid in a course for The Wheel, a structure that always fascinated him for its automated security system: essentially one large droid. Since it was one of the few bastions free from Imperial or Rebel influence, he decided it was his best choice. He could sell this ship and enlist his piloting skills to whoever needed them. He would be a free, rich droid.
...
As the mass shadow of the great space station appeared on his sensors, he jumped into realspace. "Qualification: This is VX-20 aboard the transport ship Hallis. Requesting permission to dock for sale."
"Hallis, you are cleared for docking."
A message beeped on the heads-up display. He opened it. A blue Twi'lek looked at him with a smile. "I suppose you've just stolen that ship and presume to sell it and get a job?"
"Query: And who might you be?"
"I'm Reom. I have a job and a ship for you, if you're willing to listen..."
"Statement: something approaching joy is now growing in my behavior core. Please, continue."