Watcher Three
Broken Replica
Watcher sat in his chair on the bridge of the Spyglass, looking out the main viewport, with his fingers on the uplink that allowed him to see the view. What he really wanted to do was pace around the deck, letting the movement get rid of the excess jitters. Why anybody thought programming a droid to feel jittery was a good idea wasn't something he wanted to think about.
But sitting in the middle of deep space, without any way of really checking if he was taking his flagship into a trap, was also not something he wanted to think about. What the hell had possessed him to ask this Sheila person for help, instead of simply flying to Kelsior himself? Now the Spyglass was in the middle of nowhere, and very possibly the target of a trap.
He closed his eyes for a moment and breathed to keep himself from doing something blatantly idiotic or embarrassing. Whatever happened would happen, and he needed to calm down. He thought of Stardust wandering somewhere on the ship. That made him smile.
[member='stardust'] [member='Sheila']
But sitting in the middle of deep space, without any way of really checking if he was taking his flagship into a trap, was also not something he wanted to think about. What the hell had possessed him to ask this Sheila person for help, instead of simply flying to Kelsior himself? Now the Spyglass was in the middle of nowhere, and very possibly the target of a trap.
He closed his eyes for a moment and breathed to keep himself from doing something blatantly idiotic or embarrassing. Whatever happened would happen, and he needed to calm down. He thought of Stardust wandering somewhere on the ship. That made him smile.
[member='stardust'] [member='Sheila']