"You need to be more careful Aurora."
I stood outside of the ship. Jorin was getting mad at me again because I had slammed my head into the low ceiling that was the opening of the ramp. Our ship had ran out of fuel on the trip to Voss. We couldn't quite make it to a spaceport. He was working on taking the dings out of the ship. He was a hard worker. Even when back home, I saw many of my kind do less work than he. I enjoyed seeing that. As much as I wanted to walk over and pick up a hammer and do it myself, My hands were too big, and I was more likely to make it worse than help. I was better for the bigger tasks such as lifting metal wings, or even holding a whole engine up so he could work on it.
Either way, it was difficult not being able to talk to him and tell him how sorry I was. I couldn't speak. I had no voice. The best I could do was vocal sound, but not an actual voice. I wasn't even sure why I couldn't speak. Still, I looked around, keeping a look out when I heard cries of help. Tapping the ramp to the ship, I motioned for him to stay put. Jorin nodded his head and unhooked the strap that held his blaster pistol in the holster should he have to draw it.
I then looked to the south. My running was fast. Not my best, but I would make record time against others who were like Jorin. Coming to an opening, I came to a stop. Even with my massive size and speed, I was silent. Making little movement as I crouched behind cover. My HUD activating, and taking notice of a young man being aided by a Droid. Clearly one built for war. The weapons, and size told me so. Even more when my systems were running the information on the weapons, and gear it carried. Some were military grade, and others were older and likely barely functioned. It then moved away and started walking off. Looking to where it was headed, I saw some slight movements. Very little. Could be the wind, but I might as well check.
Heat signatures were coming in there. Human shapes. Weapons as well. I shifted my sight to enhance the sounds made by them. One, likely the leader of the group, holding back one to wait. Walking out into the clearing, I made my presence known. My long legs now revealing the grass barely came up to my hips. The motions of the armor sounded electronic in nature. I sighed as I walked forward. However, it came out from me like an electronic sarcastic humm sound.
The droid was walking into something that it was not prepared for. These soldiers seemed capable of handling themselves. I doubt they could handle me though.
I almost smiled at that.
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