Private Big Trouble in the Flying City

[Alira Tecti]

In the captain's quarters of a lone star destroyer, a young woman was blasting music from her terminal since she had nothing to do. They more money than she expected in the past month and so she chose not to take any contracts for the time being. But it wasn't until a day into her self imposed vacation that she started to get bored and angsty, so she blasted music to drown any thoughts of boredom and turn her head off for an hour or twenty four. Her holocommunicator was going off however and she sighed exasperatingly. Sure she was bored but she didn't want to be bothered either. As the captain she could hang up but she was too nice for that, she wanted to show others that she cared about what others wanted especially if she wanted to keep her crew happy.

"Captain Tecti." She said turning down the music from her terminal.

"ALIIIII!"

The screaming on the other side of the line made the captain wince as she recognized the young woman on the other side of the line.

"What do you want lieutenant?" She asked annoyingly as she turned down the music.

"Remember that one ruby we got after that run to Karzak?"

"Maybe?"

"The pursers found a buyer for it on Nar Shadda! 25,000 CREDITS!"

It was chump change but a payday was a payday.

"How much after paying the pursers?"

"25,000! Accounting already processed the payments. We're gonna go to Drive Yard."

Drive Yard was one of the night clubs that was part of the many refurbishments to turn a war ship into a part commercial space station.

"I'll be there in 20."

Cheering could be heard on the other side before Alira hung up and began to make her way to the club. Her type of behavior was unbecoming for the Imperial captain she was raised to be and fraternizing in front of her subordinates was still something that took a lot of getting used to considering how everyone was brought up in The Dark Empire or any Imperial society for that matter, it was strange to see imperial officers behave so rashly on an imperial vessel. But such discipline was not required since they were an independent vessel. The Dark Empire registrations held no weight and the star destroyer belonged to the crew. Hence, the vessel was no different than any other freighter in the galaxy.

The culture has morphed into something of a hybrid between an imperial and a spacer way of life that has resulted in a positive impact for the crew. Maybe a little too positive.

With something to do, Captain Tecti was no longer bored out of her mind and the ship's CO was getting wasted at a night club. Her and some of her staff were celebrating the pay they got for procuring the ruby that Alira forgot about. But that was out of sight out of mind. Her friends were getting wasted in the middle of empty space. But maybe she was having a little too much fun as she indulged in more than what she could handle and was starting to lose all sense as she was flailing around on the dance floor.

Omar Braste Becket

 

[Becket]

OOMRB-1137 awakened as he reached full battery, he rose in a small room and disconnected himself from the charging port. OOMRB-1137 immediately detected two instructions, serve banking clan interests, and preserve self, along with the information of his designation. The first instruction and what was once the most important appears to have been discontinued. OOMRB-1137 observed his surroundings, not knowing where he was or why he was here. The room appeared to be two meters high, one meter in length and one meter by width, with two heavily reinforced doors on either end, along with a charging port, there was also a small blaster hanging on the wall along with some sort of rechargeable battery.

He quickly ran through some simulations and reasoning in his head, have I just been manufactured? No, my parts are clean but clearly have been used many times. No viruses detected. If that door opened right now and someone came in to kill me how would I defend myself? I estimate it would take 2.1 seconds to take the blaster off the wall and fire at a target standing by the door, likely quicker than a human of average reaction time and speed could counter, if the assailant was armed however my chances of survival are at a 20% likely hood. Maybe I should try to negotiate, how do organics talk to each other again? Insufficient information available abandoning line of thought. That ordeal happened nearly instantaneously, which seemed a few milliseconds to quick for OOMRB-1137. OOMRB-1137 began to acknowledge his own body and parts further and detected an anomalous weight which didn't properly correspond to his own physical stabilization, and more importantly he seems to have two processors. Looking down OOMRB-1137 saw what appeared to be a droid's head taped to his hip and connected further with partially exposed wires. OOMRB-1137s first instinct was to remove this apparent abnormality, but stopped to reconsider when he noticed the words "Do Not Remove" in red paint written on the extension, red likely to signify importance, OOMRB-1137 felt something that could be acquainted with euphoria at having finally received some form of instructions, an innate attitude.

OOMRB-1137 then observed the room further and noticed a small note on one of the doors "Open this door first" it read. The only way to open the door seemed to be through a interface which OOMRB-1137 had to plug himself into, the security mechanism seemed to scan OOMRB-1137's serial number and then do some secondary scans to make sure it wasn't being impersonated, then the door opened. Inside was a series of shelves placed upon which was a large crate and a hard drive which OOMRB-1137 also accessed. On this device was what were equivalently a series of text files, the information included the designation OOMRB-1137 shall for now on go by, that being Becket. On the device Becket also found information that explained in depth what he has been doing for the last four years before waking up from his memory wipe, along with the information that within that crate was the equivalent of a sizeable fortune in credits, which pleased Becket greatly.