A Day Gone Wrong

[Vinten Veers]

Vinten was sitting on a bench, tapping his fingers on the arm rest. He had one leg resting on his other knee, and was toying with a datapad. Running through the holonet, looking for any information of value to him while he waited for his new ally. The world around him was disgusting. Nal Hutta was a place that Vinten hated, even though it could bring him a substantial profit. The crime rings and cartels were very profitable, but Vinten would rather not have to deal with the nasty creatures.

Strange aliens were walking in all different directions. Several Trandoshans were brawling on the street in front of him, and it seemed like forever until a security droid came and broke them up. The spaceport beyond the road almost seemed desolate. Within the past hour, only a few ships had taken off. It was a slow day, and it was going even slower for Vinten.

Vinten was itching to go. He was headed to Felucia, looking to negotiate a deal with a Nysillin farmer. Nysillin is a healing herb, with a huge market across the galaxy. People are always in need of healing, and Vinten knew that well. His only interest was profit, and Nysillin would be key. It would be a perfect jumping off point for his future plans. Creating a thriving Nysillin business would create enough profit for Vinten to buy his own ship and hire his own crew. But for now, he would have to settle for an old commando droid.

[member="CD - 091-BB"]

 

[CD - 091-BB]

CD-091-BB stood next to the bench, arms folded behind its back. The droid showed physical wear-and-tear along its metallic body. It's old paint was scraped and damaged. One of the droids sensors was damaged, flickering time to time. On its back was the old E5s sniper rifle. That was all it carried, and the weapon itself had just as high of a chance to fail as the droid itself. It had been reprogrammed to serve Vinten, and had no memory of what its job had been ages ago. It had fought thugs and other hostiles going to attack its new boss, which normally ended with several snapped necks.

However, age was catching up to it. All the systems on the inside were ancient and un-updated. Its AI system was beyond its expiration date, running about as well as a hamster on a broken wheel. The Commando Droid had become sluggish, but still more acrobatic than most of the thugs after its boss.

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[Vinten Veers]

Vinten, hearing the engines from a ship, looked up to see a ship landing. His eyes lit up, seeing that his ship had finally arrived. "It's about time!" Vinten jumped up, chucking the datapad and turning to his droid, [member="CD - 091-BB"]. "Let's get going!" He ordered as he started walking toward the spaceport. "Make sure you keep up, otherwise you WILL be left behind."

Vinten headed straight across the road and into the spaceport. Nobody stopped him from walking in, which, who would? It was a crime town. Every creature in the town was a criminal. If they checked everyone to see if they had a bad record, every single person would be stopped and arrested. There would be no point.

Vinten walked over to the public shuttle, handing the pilot his ticket and walking up the ramp and finding a seat. He motioned for his droid to come sit next to him.

 

[CD - 091-BB]

CD-091 followed quickly, pushing past thugs and other mixed criminals. It removed the sniper from its back, taking the seat next to its new owner. It held the rifle on its lap, surveying the area of the public ship. Several people eyed them, but noticing the blaster, decided not to try. Of course, even without the blast, a Commando Droid could face off against a thug with ease. Its eye flickered, once again its system was having an error, trying to fix old and damaged systems. The strands of its memory were mostly made up of combat, speech, and its impersonation ability. though, memories of the Clone Wars still flittered through time-to-time. Like the earlier battles, executing enemy soldiers, etc.

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[Vinten Veers]

Noticing the droids eye flicker, Vinten rolled his eyes. "Are you still malfunctioning? I guess I will have to get you repaired and upgraded soon." Vinten set his head back, and shut his eyes, hoping to fall asleep as he felt the ship take off.

Once the ship was about halfway through its trip, three Weequay's in the back of the ship stood up, all pulling blaster pistols. "Take the ship out of hyperspace, now!" the big one in the center ordered. "Everyone get on the floor!"

Vinten, hearing the commotion, quickly awoke and spun around the see the three pirates giving commands. Then the ship jolted as it came out of hyperspace. People were screaming, some crying as the pirates moved toward the front of the ship. "Shut up! All of you!" one of the others commanded.

Vinten turned to [member="CD - 091-BB"]. "Could you do me a favor and kill them?"

 

[CD - 091-BB]

"Roger, roger." The Commando Droid said in a monotone fashion. It shot up, using the rifle like a club. The first of the mercenaries fell, his skull crushed under the strength of the hit. He fell to the ground, making the next one turn in shock. He raised his blaster, firing a blaster round. 091 flipped to the side, jumping off the wall to the opposite. It ran along the seats, the enemy trying to turn his gun as fast as he could. 091 jumped from the seat, drop kicking the man to the ground. It jumped back to its feet, scooping up his blaster. Just then, a system glitch happened. Its right leg gave out, making it flop to the ground.

This had been lucky, though, as the las pirate fired, missing the droid narrowly. 091 fired its blaster, hitting him right in the chest. It jumped back to its feet, walking past the one it had kicked. He had started to sit up and died by a blaster round to his head.
"All hostiles eliminated." It droned, standing in front of its master, arms folded behind its back.

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[Vinten Veers]

Vinten watched the quick fight. He had made a wise decision taking the droid. It made quick work of the pirates. However, the blast that missed [member="CD - 091-BB"] flew straight into the control panel, taking out the ships control. The droid driving the ship turned around, started flailing his arms. "The ships controls are out! Prepare to crash land on Sriluur!"

Vinten, sat back in his seat and strapped himself in, watching some of the hysterical passengers do the same. He then turned to his droid. "Sriluur? Isn't that the Weequay homeworld? That would explain why the pirates tried to commandeer the ship here." Vinten, a little shook up about the impending crash, waited as the ship spiraled down toward the planet's surface.

 

[CD - 091-BB]

"Yes, sir." The Commando Droid droned again, taking a seat. It strapped itself down, holding its rifle on its lap again. 091 watched as all the people scrambled to get ready for the crash. Of course, there were not enough seats in the passenger area, and people were frantically trying to fight each other from seats to save their own skins, how pathetic.

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[Vinten Veers]

The impact was harsh. The skip crashed into the desert, losing a wing as it slid across, eventually stopping once it hit a sand dune. Vinten's head hit the seat in front of him, giving him a bloody nose. However, he was luckier than the other passengers. Most of them had died. The ones who couldn't get seats were instantly killed. The straps on some other people's seats had busted, letting them fly out and die from the impact. There were a few, who were still alive, barely. Several were profusely bleeding, one had lost an eye. But their screams didn't matter to Vinten. All he cared about was his plans, and this failed hijacking had halted his plans. He unhooked himself, and got up from his seat. "Let's go! Weequay scavengers will be here soon no doubt. We can't let them catch us." Vinten then headed toward the now shattered exit, holding his nose as he walked out of the crashed shuttle.

[member="CD - 091-BB"]

 

[CD - 091-BB]

"Roger, roger." The Commando Droid tore away its straps, following down the sloped floor of the downed ship. It tread on the living and dead scattered around the floor, not caring about anyone around, aside from its master.

To say the area outside was a disaster is an understatement. Bodies and wreckage littered the ground, blood spread everywhere. People crying out for help, the sound of a child sobbing loudly, and moans of those injured filled the air but did not bother the Commando Droid. These people were nothing more than worthless dissidents, and it had a job to do.

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[Vinten Veers]

Upon exiting, Vinten paused to look around at the wreckage. "I am amazed we survived." He then began walking around, looking for some kind of fabric to hold over his nose to stop the bleeding. He stopped at a dead Rodian woman, laying on her chest in the desert. He knelt down and quickly tore of a piece of blue fabric from her shirt. "Thank you my dear."

Vinten, now holding the rag up to his nose, turned back to [member="CD - 091-BB"]. "You wouldn't happen to know which way a city might be would you?" Vinten said, half mocking, half serious.

 

[CD - 091-BB]

091 searched its patched memories, but and ran across the mapping of this planet, however, corrupted files stood in the way.
"Error: file not found." It droned, standing up straight. Most files, not combat related, were gone, lost to time and its reprogramming.

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[Vinten Veers]

Vinten grimaced a little, and then turned away. "Of course you don't." He looked off toward several large rock spires off in the distance, probably about 30 miles away. He pondered for a moment and then started walking. "Let's head that way. We can climb those spires and get a better view. Maybe we will spot a town or homestead or....anything."

[member="CD - 091-BB"]

 

[CD - 091-BB]

"Roger, roger." 091 followed behind at a slow pace, surveying the area. It slung the rifle back over its shoulder, thanks to the strap. While most of its systems were in disrepair, it still had enough common sense to know that this planet was not a good place to be, especially with a small group like this, and quite under armed. Since its master wanted to escape scavengers before they arrived, 091 deducted this was a lawless planet, like the one they had just left.

Perfect.

091 knew full well it stood no chance against a large enough group in open combat, armed with a sniper rifle. It had no clue of its master's fighting capabilities, but he had not shown himself to be force sensitive, and he was definitely not carrying a rocket launcher, so anything armored would crush them...

Literally.

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[Vinten Veers]

Vinten's dark clothes were sucking in all of the heat from the baking sun. There was a slight breeze, but all it did was blow hot sand into his eyes. It was safe to say, he was miserable. He had grown up on Naboo, and had never really spent time on any desert planets. He hated sand, and he hated the heat. He honestly liked the cold. He had never been to any snow planets, but he would enjoy to go one day. But he had never wanted to go to another desert. He had been to Tatooine, and he was so excited when he could finally leave.

It took several hours to trek through the desert to the massive rock spires. Once the duo finally arrived, Vinten realized how high the spires really were, and how much of a pain it would be to get to the top. There were small ridges, just barely wide enough that the two would be able to slowly make their way up to the top, just following the ridges around. "You first." Vinten held his arm out, almost as if he was letting a lady go first.

[member="CD - 091-BB"]

 

[CD - 091-BB]

"Roger, roger." The droid said, walking up to the rock wall. It looked up it, seeing the topmost ledge. It was quite a ways up, with few handholds or ledges. It gripped one outcrop and started its way up. Balancing on one foot, it flipped to the next ledge, landing on the other foot. It jumped up, grabbing a cropping branch of some dead planet, using that to swing to the next ledge. From there, it back flipped onto another, and just walked along that ledge to the next hand hold.

Even 091 was effected by the sandstorm, partially blinding it and getting in through cracks, of course, it was not near a miserable as [member="Vinten Veers"], but this was still not favorable.

The next grip was tricky, as it was starting to crumble, so 091 jumped, kicked off the broken one, landed on another on one hand, and landed on the next, balancing on one foot. It looked down, calling out to its master:
"Sir, I calculate we have 2 hours until nightfall, and we should begin moving at a faster rate."

 

[Vinten Veers]

Vinten looked up to the droid, hearing its warning. "Can you see anything from up there!? If you can't, we have nowhere to quickly move to!" He then turned and looked over at the incoming dark clouds, and noticed the sun going farther and farther down. "We will need to find some form of shelter soon! We won't outrun that storm! Look around and see if you can see anything nearby. If you can't we will find a cave around here somewhere to spend the night and wait out the storm!"

[member="CD - 091-BB"]

 

[CD - 091-BB]

"Yes, sir." 091 responded, pulling out its sniper. It looked through the scope, trying to see through the storm. Out some 5 miles was another ship, seemingly not downed. Other than that, there was nothing else around.
"There is a ship, five miles that way. It looks untouched." It drones, indicating out in the general direction

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[Vinten Veers]

Vinten looks off in the direction the droid was looking. He couldn't see it from where he was, but obviously [member="CD - 091-BB"] could. "Five miles!? We better get going then! Come on down, let's see if we can beat the storm!" Vinten then turned and dropped his bloody cloth, his nose finally done bleeding. As he waited for the droid to climb down, Vinten took a seat on a small rock, taking a short break and catching his breath. He was sweating profusely, and he needed to wash up. He had a streak of dried blood that had run down his face before he got it covered, and there were grains of sand stuck to it. He used his cloak to try and wipe some of the blood and sweat away, but it did little more than smear the blood.

 

[CD - 091-BB]

091 flipped from ledge to ledge to get to the ground. The sand was picking up, making it harder and harder to see anything. It landed next to its master, who was trying to clean up and resting before going out again.
"Are you ready to move, sir?" It said in its low voice.

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