Always Watching, Sometimes Canon
Her partner was in one of her moods again.
The droid known as LE-03 was collating encrypted cell communications, applying her own random-variable algorithm before relaying them through the Abbaji network, when Na'an came into their shared quarters and slammed her palm against the closure pad.
Since the Eclipse Rebellion's failed attack on what she had believed was a Sith Lab, Leigh had taken over more than her fair share of the space given she did not even have a bed. Her workshop, previously cleared by a careless signature of the Empress, masked servers and storage and any extra processors her agents could smuggle into her partner's hands on the odd mission out. The droid was spending more and more time at the workshop, seemingly tinkering with the faulty balance on an experimental leg or calibrating the auditory circuits on a replacement ear.
In reality, she would be plugged in to more machinery than she had ever interfaced with before, her mind rocketing through space, bouncing from planet to planet and from cell to cell, constantly leaving layer after layer of security behind her. With the Empire suspicious that the Rebellion had a mole in their ranks, the Voice of Abbaji now had to be more active--and more cautious--than ever.
Hence all the active equipment.
Her partner, however, did not seem to mind the junk slowly filling their quarters. Leigh watched her cross the narrow path left to her bunk and flop face-first into the pillow, the soft fabric muffling her frustrated screams. The frustration was not new--the droid had been watching it build for a long time now--and most of its sources were things she could understand. The Empress bringing them to Kalidan, her subsequent marriage and near-total silence...the constant awareness that they could be caught and killed at any moment...the departure of Adelle Bastiel from their company...the constant one-step-forward, two-steps-back nature of Rebellion operations...any of these would be enough to drive any normal organic to distraction. Not that it had not affected Leigh, too. Na'an had had to stop her from overclocking almost as often as Leigh had had to force Na'an to sleep.
Those stressors were bad enough. It was becoming increasingly probable that living under all those stressors simultaneously was unsustainable.
However, Na'an had developed one other source of stress since their arrival on Kalidan. One that, to be honest, the droid struggled to understand. One that she had always struggled to understand.
She was, at least, smart enough to suspect that that was the subject that needed addressing right now. Leigh engaged a momentary logoff, disconnecting herself from the system and turning to Na'an.
"Another failure?"
The droid known as LE-03 was collating encrypted cell communications, applying her own random-variable algorithm before relaying them through the Abbaji network, when Na'an came into their shared quarters and slammed her palm against the closure pad.
Since the Eclipse Rebellion's failed attack on what she had believed was a Sith Lab, Leigh had taken over more than her fair share of the space given she did not even have a bed. Her workshop, previously cleared by a careless signature of the Empress, masked servers and storage and any extra processors her agents could smuggle into her partner's hands on the odd mission out. The droid was spending more and more time at the workshop, seemingly tinkering with the faulty balance on an experimental leg or calibrating the auditory circuits on a replacement ear.
In reality, she would be plugged in to more machinery than she had ever interfaced with before, her mind rocketing through space, bouncing from planet to planet and from cell to cell, constantly leaving layer after layer of security behind her. With the Empire suspicious that the Rebellion had a mole in their ranks, the Voice of Abbaji now had to be more active--and more cautious--than ever.
Hence all the active equipment.
Her partner, however, did not seem to mind the junk slowly filling their quarters. Leigh watched her cross the narrow path left to her bunk and flop face-first into the pillow, the soft fabric muffling her frustrated screams. The frustration was not new--the droid had been watching it build for a long time now--and most of its sources were things she could understand. The Empress bringing them to Kalidan, her subsequent marriage and near-total silence...the constant awareness that they could be caught and killed at any moment...the departure of Adelle Bastiel from their company...the constant one-step-forward, two-steps-back nature of Rebellion operations...any of these would be enough to drive any normal organic to distraction. Not that it had not affected Leigh, too. Na'an had had to stop her from overclocking almost as often as Leigh had had to force Na'an to sleep.
Those stressors were bad enough. It was becoming increasingly probable that living under all those stressors simultaneously was unsustainable.
However, Na'an had developed one other source of stress since their arrival on Kalidan. One that, to be honest, the droid struggled to understand. One that she had always struggled to understand.
She was, at least, smart enough to suspect that that was the subject that needed addressing right now. Leigh engaged a momentary logoff, disconnecting herself from the system and turning to Na'an.
"Another failure?"
