Private Electric Sheep

[Athena]

T E R M I N U S
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Location: Burning Rose Cantina
Tags: Taji Nelson ​

Large emerald photoreceptors took in the strip-lights that ran the walkways of a heavily-trafficked area. The curious android let her scanners take in everything there was to offer. The Dark Net gave her all manner of information that helped gauge her next moves. Ever connected to the data-stream she smiled to a gruff-looking vendor that was offering spicy nuna-wings on a stick. He offered a greasy brown paper bag but she declined, politely, to his dismay. She could eat. A little.

But she didn’t want to take the chance of ingesting something unknown outside of a controlled environment. What if someone was trying to hack her core utilizing nano-tech introduced into a food source? Her ever-calculating mind brought up every scenario and percentage of endless possibilities with the material provided. Intriguing? Yes. Worth it?

Not at this time. Perhaps, later.

Athena was walking toward the Burning Rose cantina. It was on the corner of a busy area that was surrounded by busy shops and very interesting denizens. They were not shiny and prim like the upper class of Coruscant but they held a particular swagger that she found educational. Her smile was charming, but too clean for this area. Too sweet and clean. The auburn-haired replicant walked into the well-worn location clad in a colorful long wool coat and a pair of dark leather leggings. “A room for one—Please.”

The proprietor gave her a once over and couldn’t seem to decide what was happening.

Everything about this customer seemed just a little too neat. Not a hair out of place. The credits she placed on the counter naturally erased any apprehensions. “Ah’ll have it ready for ye’ soon. Take a seat in one of the booths and take a load off. Have a pint while you wait.”

“Thank you—I appreciate it.”

Athena nodded her head in a friendly fashion and flounced away with a bounce in her step. She had work to do here but before she could get started, she needed to collect more information. Time was money, but lucky her, all she had was time. She would not age. She could be repaired from most anything and her memory banks were backed up to several servers.

Essentially, she had become eternal.

She slid into a rather grimy booth and watched a glitz band play with a certain level of interest. There was something about watching organics create that always held her focus. It was difficult for her. She could throw colors at a canvas—But did that make it art? How could she create if she did not dream?

A soft smile played on a characteristically indulgent expression. They had no idea how lucky they were.

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[Taji Nelson]

Normally Taji would never frequent a cantina. He had many reasons for this, namely that he hated the smell of most places. He was however hungry and honestly had wanted to get out of the lab. Since his attempts to build a matter transporter had been completely unsuccessful he was in a bad mood. He honestly was hoping someone would get into a bar fight so he would have an excuse to use any of the features of the Owl Suit he was wearing underneath his clothes. After all, he needed to keep his training up so he could eventually go back to the world of Denon. He needed to upgrade both his skills with the Force, and his technology so he could hold his own. Abandoning the identity as the Archer hadn't been his choice. It had been forced upon him by Corpos, and he actually owed them for that.

Going to one of the booths, he sat down near the individual unaware of who she was. He was also unaware she was a member of CIS who was aligned with the people he hated, Corpos. "Who are you?" asked Taji, as he looked at her. He was clad in a business suit that was of the finest quality. Underneath it was a suit he had made though for his own personal use, the Owl Suit. The mask was stuffed into one of his pockets should he need to put on the suit in a hurry. He needed to figure out what he would do with his Owl Identity. The Vehicle he had at present was not good enough.