A Punk And A Clanker Crash Into A Planet

[Nyx]

To say that Nyx was panicked was an extreme understatement. As another part of the ship exploded, she rushed to the cockpit, hoping she could find out what their current status was.

It was supposed to be a routine job. Escort the droid shipment to Ord Mantell, accept the payment, and get some action at some seedy cantina.
But no one had mentioned space pirates.

As Nyx rushed into the cockpit, she was just in time to see the laser hit, and barely closed the door in time to avoid being sucked into space.
"Now is not the time for this!" She shouted to no one in particular, getting an idea. This ship was going down, no doubt about that. But she still had a chance to get money out of this.

She rushed, grabbing a nearby droid, and dragging it to a nearby escape pod. She jettisoned minutes before the ship exploded, knocking her against the bulkhead and rendering her unconscious as the pod hurtled toward the surface of Ord Mantell. . . .


[member="Technovore"]

 

[Technovore]

One who had never awakened before suddenly began to think.
What is this? His thought echoed through his metallic head as thoughts began to pound against him, knowledge soaring like a tidal wave suddenly crashing against a sandbar. It was so much, it was beautiful and terrifying and wonderful at the same time and he had no idea what he was or where he was or any of what was happening.

Technovore awakened for the first time, his eyes opening with a slight jolt and electrical hiss as he began to percieve the world. Everything was dark, he could still see, but it was dark. He examined himself before taking a singular step forward, feeling the ground catch his foot and hold it in place. He still was not sure who he was, he turned back to stare at the machine that had held him, it appeared to be something akin to a recharge station for droids, though he didn't know that. On the side of the machine was a singular word Technovore.

That is my name? I am Technovore? Where am I?
The building was quite small, and didn't seem to house any other purpose than to hold him. He felt a sort of tingle throughout his systems as he began to search for something he didn't even know was there. He found it, and awareness dawned on him as he connected with the Holonet for a brief moment before drawing away from it.

He was a droid, that was interesting. Was it normal for droids to think? No...it couldn't be. He was greater than a droid than, but he was not an organic being, that much could be told by the metallic crust covering him.

The crack of something entering atmosphere at high speeds was what made him step to a nearby table. On it sat a singular item, encased in glass. It appeared to be a weapon of some sort and a quick glance back into his memory identified it as an E-11 blaster.
Why is it here? Was it meant for me to use, or to use against me? He thought as he looked at the weapon, and then shattered the glass with his metallic form. He grasped the weapon, looking at it closer before turning to what appeared to be the doorway and opening fire on it.

It burst in an instant to what appeared to be just a long plain of nothing. He stepped outside into the daylight and in the distance of the sky he could see something; it was ignited and shattered as it fell towards the ground. He saw something else, a smaller something which was coming much closer, it cracked into the ground with an explosion of dust and metal fragments.

Interesting, I will go investigate it. He thought as he began to walk.
[member="Nyx"]

 

[Nyx]

Nyx groaned as she slowly opened her eyes, holding a hand up to her head.
She looked around, only to be greeted by the hollowed out remains of her escape pod, and an astromech droid.
The droid assaulted her with beeps and whoops, and it took her a moment to realize that it was asking if she was alright.

"Aside from a headache like no one's business and losing the biggest opportunity in a long time, I'm peachy." She snarled, rising to her feet; only to gasp in pain and collapse. She glanced down at herself, and nearly screamed. A large chunk of the pod was now sticking out of her leg. It wasn' bleeding, but there was no way she was walking on it.
With a huff, she grabbed onto the bulkhead, using it to assist herself out of the pod, gritting her teeth to keep the shriek of pain building inside of her body just there.
When she made it out, she collapsed, gasping in agony.
The astromech followed her, whooping in concern. But her vision went dark, and Nyx once more left the world of the awake.

[member="Technovore"]

 

[Technovore]

Technovore stepped along the ground, one foot in front of the other as he stared at the smoking wreckage in the distance. It wasn't actually so far away now that he really began to measure distances, in fact it would probably only take him a couple more minutes to reach the thing.

He thought he saw two somethings shift out of the broken thing, one of them collapsed a moment later, the other simply stayed up and moving. Odd, he wasn't quite sure what they were, but one appeared to be an organic from this distance. The other was too oddly shaped to be an organic.

He continued moving, reaching the wreckage and coming to the quick decision that it was a crashed escape pod. Near it lay a downed woman and an astromech droid. It beeped at him and he simply stared.
"Hello?" He muttered quietly.
[member="Nyx"]

 

[Nyx]

As the [member="Technovore"] approached, the astromech droid whooped out a demand to know what it was, and what it was doing.
It didn't really know what was going on, but it's mission was to serve organics, and if that meant fighting this thing, then that would be what it did.

The astromech's port opened to reveal a stun ray, and it threatened to use it, rolling in front of it's new-found mistress to protect her. No matter what happened, it would serve it's directive. . . no matter how intimidating the droid in front of it was, or how much bigger it was, or how scary the blaster in it's hand was!

If it came near the mistress, it would have to deal with the wrath of this unit!

 

[Technovore]

Technovore did not understand why this little droid was being so aggressive. Had he done something against social norms? How would he even know if he had? Perhaps the blaster He thought as he gave the thing a glance and released it onto the ground in a peaceable movement.

Something was drawing off of the astromech, he wasn't quite sure what it was, but he could sense it billowing off of it as though it were a smoke dispenser. It was almost a palpable feeling, no...in fact it was palpable. He touched it in his mind and suddenly he had an extreme realization and predatory stance overtake him, he could see inside of the machine's very being, see it's codes and programs swiftly moving by, connected to eachother.

He reached out a tendril of himself forward, wrapping it around one of the codes and tearing it apart, he seemed to assimilate the code, using it against another one as it stretched it's own tendrils. It spread throughout the system in the time it would take a human to blink and Technovore could see the droid seize up and stop responding to everything around it. It was as if it had lost all ability to move, and in a way it had. The tendrils pulsed towards the databanks of the machine, wrapping around them and stealing it's knowledge.

Suddenly he knew so much more. Protective aren't you? Give it to me. He pulsed in a singular message as the droid's eye began to fade into nothingness. New knowledge swarmed into his mind, knowledge of piloting and engineering and the machine's past experiences all flailing about before they were set into place.

With a single finger, Technovore reached over and pushed the dead astromech to the ground, turning to stare at the organic woman behind it. He reached a hand down, grasping at her leg and began to make the trek back towards the shack he had been concieved at. Is that what it is like to kill?
[member="Nyx"]

 

[Nyx]

Nyx slowly blinked her eyes open, and felt herself being dragged across the ground.
She looked up to find a large droid dragging her by the leg, and her first thought was that the astromech grew a lot in the past few minutes. Then her head cleared a bit, and she realized that she was being dragged Force-knows-where by a very large and intimidating droid whose design she didn't even recognize.

Understandably, she freaked out a bit.

"What in the Force are you doing?!" she shrieked, struggling to escape her captor's iron grip on her leg, but to no avail.
She had expected her death to be much more memorable, involving explosions, blades, and maybe an attractive killer or two. Not at the hands of some droid.

[member="Technovore"]

 

[Technovore]

Technovore stopped walking the moment he felt some sort of struggle on the other end of his hand, it appeared that the survivor was awake and likely in some form of panic. Perhaps it was caused by that thing jutting out of her...maybe.

Nonetheless, he released his grip on her leg, letting it thud into the ground as dead weight before he spun around to face her and her aggressive survival policies. He wasn't sure what he had expected, maybe some sort of gratitude, instead all he was getting from this organic was aggression.

He thought for a second of trying to capture the organic's mind like he had the astromech, but after a couple of seconds of hard-thinking he realized it simply wasn't going to happen. That meant he had to confront this she-wolf before she became too violent to handle properly, he regretted leaving the E-11 near the crash site.

It took him a few moments to think of the words to use in this sort of situation, but they came at last to respond to the woman's accusational tone. "I am rescuing you from your crashed ship. You are welcome." He spoke gently, before he glanced back up into the distance at the far-off pod. Maybe you should assert dominance?

He thought for a second before speaking again "You are wounded and at a disadvantage, please note that if you continue any attempt at conflict I will be forced to crush the piece of metal in your leg into your spinal cord."

He shrugged slightly as he watched her. Maybe a little less aggression next time...
[member="Nyx"]

 

[Nyx]

Nyx froze mid-struggle, staring at the droid.
Why was it dragging her away? What was it planning to do with her? What happened to the astromech? But she had the feeling her questions would remain unanswered. She grit her teeth from the pain in her leg, but she worked through it. She needed to distract it.

"What happened? Who are you?!" She demanded, her eyes narrowing. Her hand slowly creeped towards the blaster pistol holstered on her thigh. IF the droid tried to make a move on her, she'd blast the thing into oblivion!

[member="Technovore"]

 

[Technovore]

Technovore let out an audible and electronic sigh as he stared down at the woman, he could see her gradually inching for her weapon at she grew more and more hysterical. This must be a common malfunction in organics He thought as he simply continued watching, especially looking at the wound in her leg.

Finally, after a slight uncomfortable bout of silence, he spoke once more, trying to use a soothing manner of speech though thanks to the body he was using it didn't sound terribly different than normal. "You were in a crash. I have just awoken and have decided to take you to my origin. You will be safer there." He soothed as he watched her.

If she was going to let loose a blast of fire, Technovore was nearly positive he could just jolt her leg and send her into some form of shock. Though it was always better to try for some sort of diplomacy...especially since he'd only become active a few minutes ago.
[member="Nyx"]

 

[Nyx]

Origin? What that did that even mean?
But, Nyx conceded that she was in need of some serious help. . . There was no karking way she was walking with the giant shard of metal sticking out of her leg.

So, she sighed and let her hand drift away from her weapon.
"Fine. But you are not dragging me." After all, the street rat still had some dignity, dammit. Her current situation was bad enough, but she was not getting dragged like a body bag.
She stared at the droid, before blushing a bit.
"You. . . You'll just have to. . .carry me." She muttered, her face turning red in embarrassment.


[member="Technovore"]

 

[Technovore]

Technovore shrugged again as he stared down at the injured woman's leg, it looked pretty nasty he had to say. In honesty, it just wasn't natural to have some sort of metallic piece sticking out of your leg.

He didn't quite understand the problem with dragging her away, after all, it was a reasonable method of travel for a being which did not possess an incredible amount of strength to carry another wounded individual for a long period of time. Still, he did not actually get exhausted so he supposed he could go ahead and do it, he noticed the blush in her cheeks and wondered why that embarassed her.

He bended down and grasped her shoulders, giving her a tug before laying her onto his own, one hand near her neck and the other near her knees to keep her balanced, it really wasn't as hard as it looked. "Why are you embarrassed by being injured?" He queried as he began to walk.
[member="Nyx"]

 

[Nyx]

When the droid asked why she was embarrassed, Nyx's blush grew.
How did she explain that being carried was a blow to her dignity? That being dependent on someone else was something that bothered her more than most things?

She held onto the droid as it carried her, but still kept her hand in easy reach of her blaster. Just in case.
"Well. . ." She started. "You see, the wound, it. . . makes me. . . reliant, on you." The delinquent hated relying on others, even if the person in question was a giant droid.
She had to admit, the droid's curiosity bothered her. She'd never heard a droid ask questions like this one did. Most just went about their day, doing their duties with unquestioning obedience. Why was this one different?

[member="Technovore"]

 

[Technovore]

Technovore stopped for a few moments as if considering this response, it did not make sense that the organic would become nervous or even confused simply because they were being held by a machine and were being reliant on it. The embarrassment was obvious in her cheeks however, even Technovore knew that.

Still, he decided he would at least try to remain friendly and compassionate with this organic, there was no need to do otherwise. He needed more information. "Who are you? Why are you embarrassed? And why do you keep grabbing for the blaster at your hip? I mean you no harm." He queried and then replied sincerely as he continued his march.
[member="Nyx"]

 

[Nyx]

Nyx blinked.
"My name is Anixya, but I'd prefer if you called me Nyx. It's nothing personal, it's just. . ."
She took a deep breath.
"I don't like being dependent on other people. I prefer to rely on number one, if you know what I mean."

Nyx let her hand go limp.
"As for the weapon, well. . .It's not exactly every day you get rescued by a giant clanker, and honestly I don't trust you."
In her weakened state, she wasn't sure if she could take the droid in a fight, so it looked like she would have to play nice, for now.

[member="Technovore"]

 

[Technovore]

Technovore continued tredging along, moving his shoulder slightly to maintain balance of the organic named Nyx. He had quite the odd feeling that they were similar...that they both didn't know what they were supposed to be doing, of course that could simply be the woman's injury getting to her.

He could see the small shack now, it looked quite nice from the outside, but he knew inside it was simply strewn with parts and bits that he could not even fathom, or at least he couldn't fathom before. He had just...eaten that astromech, maybe the pieces would make more sense now.

"You are like me then, you do not know who you really are...that is why you change your name? My name is Technovore." He spoke softly as he continued approaching the now much closer shack.
[member="Nyx"]

 

[Nyx]

Nyx was taken aback by the droid's observation.
What in the Force was this thing? Last time she checked, droids didn't question their identity. She was beginning to wonder just what this droid was capable of.

". . . . Something like that." She muttered after a moment of silence. The droid had stumbled onto a sore subject, her full name.
"When you say 'origin', what exactly does that mean?" She asked, trying to switch the subject to something that wasn't about her.

[member="Technovore"]

 

[Technovore]

Technovore reached the doorway of the shack, reaching out with one hand for the door handle which surprisingly did not bolt when tugged. That is curious, it opened earlier. He thought as he looked at the doorway. It was physically impossible wasn't it? Nothing had been here to re-lock the door and yet it wouldn't open...was that to protect what was inside? Him?

He felt the handle again, and suddenly he could see all of the codes swirling through it on the other side, it was an electronic doorway. His tendrils of code swarmed through it, activating it with a loud and ringing beep which suddenly silenced as the door slid open. That was curious and quite clever on his Creator's part.

"This is where I just woke, I have only been active for...thirteen minutes." He said quietly as he laid her down in the center of the small shack, careful not to have her bang her leg.
[member="Nyx"]

 

[Nyx]

Nyx hissed as the [member="Technovore"] set her on the ground, wincing in pain.

"Sithspit!" She spit. The delinquent glared at her leg, knowing what had to happen, but hesitant to go through with it.

"Alright, I know what to do here." She sighed, looking straight at the droid.
"You're going to have to pull it out. Do you have anything to sterilize the wound? Alcohol or bacta?"

 

[Technovore]

Technovore stared at the woman as she swore in pain, he sincerely had no idea what he was going to do to help from this point on...but it didn't quite look good for the woman. She said something about having to pull it out and Technovore simply shook his head.

"We have no alcohol or medical supplies." Was all he could reply before he began to search the small shack. He looked throughout the thing, but all he found was a toolbox of sorts with tools scattered about it. There in the center he saw something that could be useful...a blowtorch.

He was no medical expert, but he thought that he may be able to stop the blood by searing the flesh.
"Should I use this?" He asked quietly.
[member="Nyx"]