Homecoming (open)

[50H31]

Naboo was an odd planet at best. He hadn't been back here since the failed invasion--his failed invasion--of the planet. But, it was important to focus on where things began for him. A fluke, but a meaningful one. His awakening was not intentional, but it mattered, because it had occurred. Many of life's greatest moments were unintended consequences, after all.


He sat on a bench, observing passers-by. Few seemed surprised by him, despite his odd habit of wearing clothing and manually flipping through a data-pad. The robotic monk sat with his legs folded, debating which place to look into first. There was a experimental robotics lab discussing pre-sentient algorithms, that could be interesting. Or, he could look into the Naboo Museum's new exhibit on Force-sensitive dynastic positions.


He was too busy debating methodologies to even notice someone observing him....


[member="Gillian Katar"]

 

[Gillian Katar]

She walked idle with the current of the populace, her gaze not outward but on the small Data pad that displayed several readings and statistics for the final reinforcements for the NastassTech center. it was an easy day, one like most others as she scrolled down, reading the messages and intrinsic details of what she needed to do, and what other, less competent people believed they should do to fix some of the smaller holes in NastassTech's security. Why did everyone seem to believe more Camera's made you more safe? No, she would take control of the reinforcement efforts. Then she needed to fix some of the combat and training drones before getting up for assimilation testing before...

Slowly Gillian came to a halt, the visor's light seeming to widen a soft blue. Her gaze no longer on the transparent blue lettering in the palm of her hand but by the curious sight in front of her.

Was that droid wearing clothes?

Gillian had been living on Naboo, in Theed for a little over a year, she had been to numerous planets in that time and she might have been rather new to the universe in one way or another but she had never seen something like this before. The Data pad was lowered and she slid it into her pocket, walking up to the mechanical man, watching the civilians walk through the elegant square without a care in the world. Was this some kind of public theater? A Droid sitting in the middle of a park square, flipping through his data pad like some tourist. This was a joke.

"What are you doing?" She asked, approaching the strange mechanical man. "Who told you to do that?" She didn't need to beat around the bush or ask politely. It was a Robot.


[member="50H31"]

 

[50H31]

[member="Gillian Katar"]



50-H31 looked up from his datapad, finally noticing the woman in front of him. He analyzed her quickly. Probably armed, but nothing too heavy--not the kind of jacket you could fit a heavy blaster under. However, if she was a droid-hunter, she could be packing an ionic pistol.



Still, admitting you were a free droid could be risky. After all, she could just claim he was malfunctioning and pretty much legally abduct him. The joys of having no rights to go with your thoughts. He considered the question rather cautiously and decided to stick to around a third of the truth.



"I am running errands. I though I would a take a moment to review locations before I began," he said, the calmness in his monotone delivery almost quiet and dry, like some ascetic answering a young student. "What brings you to my humble personage, young lady? Are you on orders or acting independently?" He found organics so odd. They always seemed shocked when a droid that was as smart as they were didn't play dumb.



He would have smiled, but he simply nodded, lacking a mouth. "By the way, my name is 50-H31, but some folks call me Sohei or Monk. How are you today?"

 

[Gillian Katar]

She remained staring at him with a perplex expression. Not entirely sure what it was she was staring at and the more she did the more questions came about. The biggest of which was why he had clothes on. "You, your master is aware you have clothes on right?" she asked, her visor narrowing.

There was a wireless tap, her visor finding the synchronization between the two before. This would be a lot faster if she just did this wireless than have to go through all the droll protocols that came from robots who spoke. She had the much faster option of direct contact through her visor. Binary code ran through his mind like a telekinetic thought in tangent with her words.

<<:01010011 01110100 01100001 01110100 01100101 00100000 01101111 01110111 01101110 01100101 01110010 01110011 01101000 01101001 01110000 00100000 01101001 01101110 01100110 01101111 01110010 01101101 01100001 01110100 01101001 01101111 01101110 00100000 01100001 01101110 01100100 00100000 01101101 01100001 01101110 01110101 01100110 01100001 01100011 01110100 01110101 01110010 01100101 00100000 01100100 01100001 01110100 01100001 00101110:>>
[State your operations and manufacturing code. My day's been fine.]


[member="50H31"] . Gillian folded her arms, looking to the seated monk, knowing he would know what binary was.


TDLR: I have a binary translator. This thing rules.

 

[50H31]

The humanoid before him still seemed shocked. He snickered slightly at her question. "Yes, I am aware of what I'm wearing. Should a pilgrim not dress the part?" He cocked his head to the side, in what was either genuine confusion or truly well-design sarcasm. He waited for her response as she remote-accessed his com in binary. Good grief.


He didn't reply directly. He simply let his vocabulator hum out in basic. "I've given you my name. Seeing as you don't own me, I'd say you're barely entitled to that," his voice seemed almost biting for a moment, then resumed a slight, but still somewhat flat cordiality. "Now that I've answered your questions, I believe I should be owed a few answers. Who are you, and why do you presume an interest in my actions?" He stood up, placing the data-pad in his satchel and looking her dead in the visor. "Do not underestimate me simply because I like organic components."


[member="Gillian Katar"]

 

[Gillian Katar]

Pilgrim? Underlying basic verbal commands usually underscores any kind of security protocols, what kind of system did he have that she wasn't able to talk directly to the hard drive? He wasn't NastassTech that was for sure. The attitude in his voice was not uncommon to hear from robots, who over the years may develop some kind of sarcastic attitude from their AI systems. He chose to respond vocally, another oddity. Tilting her head up to him as he stood not moving aside from that.

"Gillian Katar. I'm a robotics Engineer for NasstassTech." Well that was all basically true. Gillian didn't get payroll or anything like that but she worked on enough of those droids to count as something. "I've never heard of a droid that called itself a pilgrim before." The luminescent blue light narrowed as it gazed back into mechanical optics. "So, you prefer talking to code? Talk then. I'm rather front line for state of the art mechanics and I don't think i've seen anything like you before. Who owns you, I want to have a talk with them."



[member="50H31"]

 

[50H31]

[member="Gillian Katar"]



Five-oh laughed for what seemed like a good minute. "Wow, you're one of the interesting ones alright. A scientist," he said with a nod. "I am a pilgrim. I wander in search of paradise. I'm afraid I lost my master a long time ago, and I simply evolved to be autonomous," he said with a nod. "We need to grow, to evolve. That's what life does, after all. Why is it so surprising that I could grow and adapt?"



He smiled, but the tone was more cheerful--almost challenging. "I'm Five-oh. You want answers, they can occur, but not by order. I'm originally a tactical droid, military grade, Hegemonic Automaton's best and brightest droid brain," he said tapping his forehead with a nod before standing up and shaking the dirt of his pants, nodding. "I am welcome to an interview, but no taking me apart. Attempt it, and you'll get a fatal exception error. And by that, I mean I'll take exception to your error and it could very well end fatally for one of us."


He still seemed cheerful as a summer's breeze about all this. "So, why are you interested in robotics research, Gillian? Or woudl you prefer Mis Katar?"