Private Nobody likes a Bully

[Iella Sunscream]

Sawing Logs, that was the impression given from Iella as she snored loudly in the common room of The Cutter. Half up on the long couch, half sprawled on the ground. Around her, a pack of cigarettes, and the corner of some whiskey still rested in the bottle grasped in her hands. Clearly, she had gone on another bender recently. Perhaps due to the fact her parents had effectively cut her off. Maybe she shouldn't have called her Mom a 'karking elephant wearing makeup', but... What was done was done. She did what she usually did when she was stressed out, drank and smoked herself into a stupor.

And what was wrong with that exactly, her desire to be rebellious had cost her a body, and a life that was likely shunted to be one way. She could probably still get laid, but doubted most men wanted to be with a female that could murder them at any point of the day. Somehow, she let go of the bottle mid sleep, and turned around, only briefly rousing to look at the clock. Eight P.M local wherever they were. With that, she rolled herself into covers further, creating a ball of fabric to slumber in, letting go and relaxin- ITS EIGHT P.M

She shot up, practically falling out the chair, and mistakenly ripping the blanket, to which she would grimace.

"Dammit, that was my favori-... ARGH SOMMMY!!!!!! Why didn't you wake me up!"

She got to her feet, shaking her head, mimicking him before he had a chance to respond; if he even heard her.

"You didn't tell me to wake you up, you said... Whatever I said... Crap! I was supposed to meet that Junker at seven"

She said, wanting to buy a new speeder, and having the date set to do so. No doubt being a Junker she would still be able too meet them, but somehow felt panicked that she was late. As such, the next twenty minutes was spent brushing her hair, and teeth. And getting ready overall to actually be a human being in society. Of course she would zoom past Somnol several times in rapid succession, clearly needing help finding different things.

"Hairties.... Dammit, hairties!?"

SOMNOL-716

 

[SOMNOL-716]

SOMNOL-716 would consider himself many things: A deadly killing machine, an artist of the blade, a droid who created his own purpose in life, an observer encased in a metal shell, hoping to catch a glimpse of the beauty of the galaxy.

One thing he was not, however, was a reliable alarm clock.

The combat droid was standing eerily still in the cockpit of the Cutter, scomp link inserted into the ship's systems. Soft jazz played within the cockpit, the kind that one might hear in an upper-class elevator, or in the background of a soiree. He bobbed his mechanical head to the beat, losing himself in the gentle harmonies.

He jerked his head up violently when he heard his nickname from the common area, his computing circuits sparking with surprise. He shot back a defensive jab, raising his volume, voice still in his characteristic chipper tone. //You did not tell me to wake you up, you said, and I quote. . .// He played back a recording of earlier that day, in Iella's voice, obviously drunk and tired, //Leave me alone.//

If SOMNOL-716 had eyebrows, they would be raised accusatorily, even as he stepped out of the way of Iella as she made a mad dash to get ready. He didn't know much about her current situation, but he did know that whatever happened, it had effected her deeply. Maybe even more deeply than she herself knew.

Unable to stand the mess, Somnol began to tidy the common room, even as Iella zoomed around, folding the now-torn blanket neatly, and placing the stray alcohol and cigarettes away in a cabinet. As he did, Iella continued a panicked scramble around the room, and Somnol could barely keep up, his head turning 360-degrees to keep up with her movments.

//You know, if you were planning on meeting with someone today . . . Refresher countertop, under the hairbrush. . . Perhaps day-drinking beforehand was not the wisest option?//

- Iella Sunscream -

 

[Iella Sunscream]

She had gotten most of her preparations done, trying to ignore Sommy doing precisely what she knew he would. She didn't say leave me alone... At least she didn't remember saying that... She might have said that... She was bouncing into her boots when he spoke aloud.

//You know, if you were planning on meeting with someone today . . . Refresher countertop, under the hairbrush. . . Perhaps day-drinking beforehand was not the wisest option?//

She walked into the refresher, flicking the hairbrush out the way and tying her hair up into a ponytail briefly. Smiling in the mirror she would lean close, and look at her teeth. Didn't look yellow, all of them were pearly white. With that done, she would move back out with a little more fluidity and walk over to where she was sleeping earlier, pulling a cigarette, and lifting the alcohol bottle up to indulge in the last corner before she headed out.

Though Somnol's most recent words stung her a little. Was the damn droid judging her? Iella looked over her shoulder grimly, then sucked down the last bits of alcohol, shaking her head and moving to throw it into the trash. Within a few moments, she would light that cigarette, and move over to the exit ramp. Clicking the button to no avail. Reading the display and noting the vacuum warning outside.

"Of course we're in space still... Sommy can you uh... Bring us planet-side pleas"

She would mumble, moving to plop down in a chair and turn on the TV. On there, several things in the news. Jedi Master attacked on Coruscant, Mandalorian Enclave issuing a cryptic threat against the Sith, among other things. She rose her eyebrows at that, and clicked the Akul Mercenary Group ad.

Aware Sommy could hear, and see her from practically anywhere on the ship while he was SCOMPed, she would speak in a regular voice.

"Chit, you see this? Look at that signing bonus.. Insurance? What you think?"

Iella took another drag, leaning forward and cleaning up an area on the table right in front of her.

SOMNOL-716

 

[SOMNOL-716]

SOMNOL-716 watched as Iella continued to practically bounce off the walls, before she stood in front of the door, and pushed the button to release the exit ramp. While they were in space.

//Of course,// he chirped, entirely too cheerfully to Iella's question. Turning around on a dime, the droid maneuvered into the cockpit, sitting down and inserting his scomp link into the terminal.

He offered the ship a hearty hello in binary, and it responded by giving him access to it's systems. Not for the first time, Somnol wished the ship's brain were a bit more complex. He was getting tired of enjoying his music alone, and his conversations with the Cutter were always a bit one-sided. Well, completely one-sided.

As if the ship's engines were his own, he took the superbomber into a steep dive towards the planet, conscientious of his employer's haste. Had the ship lost it's personal gravity in that moment, the mercenaries would have slammed their heads into the ceiling with the force of the fall. He heard Iella's voice on the comms, and turned his attention there for a moment, scanning through the information she had pulled up. He took a moment to think about the flyer, before responding.

//Sounds lucrative. In addition, joining a company would mean the probability of being betrayed by a client reduces drastically.//

The ship broke the upper atmosphere of the planet quickly, leveling out to soar over the planet, before landing in a spaceport. Someone from the port pinged the ship, chastising him for such a quick entry, but Somnol ignored it, opening the exit ramp remotely.

//At the very least, I vote we investigate.//

- Iella Sunscream -

 

[Iella Sunscream]

She listened to his response, changing the channel to some cartoon while Sommy did his work. Idly picking at her fingernails and inhaling slightly. She hadn't really told SOMNOL yet, but they may have been in trouble soon. Which meant they may need to even sell the ship. Fuel was relatively expensive, but she needed to eat too. She shouldn't even buy the speeder, but it would come in handy. She had loads of things she could sell, so she wouldn't bother bringing it to him.

//At the very least, I vote we investigate.//

"Yep... Right after this... Feel like tagging along? Watch my back?"

She asked, her attention split between her nails, and the cartoons on the tube. When they landed, it was then she realized she wasn't armed. Hell, was she actually getting worried about everything? In a way, up until now she always had that safety net of cash to fall back on. Now this were serious. If she made a mistake she had to live with it, any accidents, or expenses that popped up would have to be handled immediately. So much so, that she would note maybe it would be better to start her own group...

She was standing in the armory, looping her belt holster around her form, while gazing at the Akul Mercenary group poster. After fastening it, she would crumple it up and throw it away. Yep, the commercial wasn't the first time she had seen it, she just wanted to pretend she wasn't as interested as she was to show Sommy.


"Fethin' Chit..."

She mumbled, slotting a Vora Handcannon into the holster, and moving to the ships exit ramp. This time greeted by the cool night time air of Jakku. The sun was still up oddly, so the temperature was perfect. Though, it was dropping.

SOMNOL-716

 

[SOMNOL-716]

Somnol disengaged from the ship's terminal with a courteous farewell, to which the Cutter obviously didn't respond. He also paused his music track, filing away in his memory banks exactly where he had stopped the recording, and stepping into the common room once more. To Iella's query, he nodded his head in an overexaggerated way.

//I will accompany you,// the droid stated. //Although, if my estimates about this backwater planet are correct, I doubt you would require much assistance protecting yourself. You may have to assist me in fighting off scavengers trying to take my parts, however.//

SOMNOL-716 waited a brief moment for the human to arm herself, before stepping off the bomber in tandem with her. They began the trek to the meeting place.

Despite the assuredly brisk pace they were taking, Somnol had no issue keeping up, save for some choice times the loose sand broke around his feet, and he was forced to hitch his step to compensate. It was entirely frustrating, to have his perfect gait interrupted by tiny granules of geological material.

No doubt it would get everywhere, too. He'd be cleaning grit out of his ankle joints for days.

As they walked, there was a question burning in his internal processor. Something he wanted to ask Iella. But he kept it to himself for now, content to wait until after their late meeting with the scrapper.

- Iella Sunscream -

 

[Iella Sunscream]

//I will accompany you,// the droid stated. //Although, if my estimates about this backwater planet are correct, I doubt you would require much assistance protecting yourself. You may have to assist me in fighting off scavengers trying to take my parts, however.//

She didn't answer immediately, instead grinning at his words. Sommy had a way with his words than she found absolutely hilarious at times. She just never told him. Something about his matter-o-factly responses, and his straightforwardness.

"You know, you would be surprised Sommy, most people don't wanna' die; I imagine no one is going to be that silly."

Iella responded, still letting her mind race about funding and their next options. At the moment, they were supposed to be going to check out an an XP-38 landspeeder. It was an old model, but still good; and at the price she was supposed to be getting it for, she couldn't pass this up. Although, things were never as easy as planned with this duo, were they?

Nearing the settlement, Iella would look ahead, her eyes easily scoping out the scene with surprisingly clarity. Perhaps the only downside to being a technological nightmare was it was a lot less useful on backwater planets. Coruscant? She loved it, Jakku? Eh.

"You're not humming... Or... Talking, Sommy. Usually that means you wanna' ask a question. And I did tell you that you can ask me anything remember?"

She said, moving to the top of their nearest sandbank, a downhill from there on forward. They had walked quite a bit up until now, perhaps she could pick his mind for what he was thinking about before moving on. SOMNOL had become so much more than a partner to her, and the shift in it was effortless. She didn't realize it yet, but if he left her, she really wouldn't know what to do with herself. As such, these little conversations had become more and more frequent.

SOMNOL-716

 

[SOMNOL-716]

They walked for a while through the sandy terrain of Jakku, Somnol keeping mostly to himself. Iella was correct; usually walking through a town like this, the droid would be stuck with a tune in his memory banks, or commenting on something he noticed around them, or even complaining about the sand in his joints, which was certainly an issue. But he was quiet.

Finally, making it to the peak of a small dune, Iella asked him about his silence. The question took Somnol a second to respond to. //You are correct. I do have a query.//

Somnol had never been one to beat around the bush, so it was strange to hear him hesitant to speak. But his voice was slower, a little more somber.

//I have observed in recent days that you have been more prone to. . . shall we say, self-destructive behavior.// He didn't look at Iella as he spoke, instead focusing ahead. //The behaviors, such as excessive alcoholism, are not new by any means, as I literally met you in the act of consuming spirits, but the noticeable increase in these behaviors over the past week are concerning.//

He did a very natural shrug, before continuing his unnatural gait. //I wish to inquire about the purpose.//

Somnol was trying to ask how she was feeling, in his own, strange way.

- Iella Sunscream -

 

[Iella Sunscream]

Somnol had never been one to beat around the bush, so it was strange to hear him hesitant to speak. But his voice was slower, a little more somber.

For some reason, she initially thought he was going to suggest parting ways. Eyes softening as he spoke. Face souring as his words became sentences. Hell, not now Sommy... Iella looked away clearly aggravated. She couldn't begin to explain what the hell was wrong. Not coherently. Not without putting herself all the way on front street. And yet, she had been around this damn droid for... Hell, had it been months already? No, even longer... Roughly over a half a year already.

He did a very natural shrug, before continuing his unnatural gait. //I wish to inquire about the purpose.//

Iella continued behind him, taking a quick set of steps to match his pace, and be at his side. Letting her mind formulate the words before she spoke them. There was something to learn from SOMNOL. His straightforwardness... What was there to lose? He had literally seen her at her worst, and what she hoped was her best as well.

"Uhm."

She inhaled heavily, patting her pockets and realizing she didn't have any cigarettes. Great...

"Look honestly. I just had a falling out with my parents. A lot of what I have, chit, everything I have is pretty much because of them. I always wanted them to notice me, so I just acted out all the time. Anyway, a lot of how we used to move about was due to me using their funds, their money; as a safety net. Well, that safety net got cut the other day. I didn't really know how to tell you that. You know you've been a good friend to me, I felt like, I dunno', I failed you.

She would then somewhat self-diagnose her own fears, and speak them aloud.

"I think my... As you say self-destructive behavior is just stress, and worry. I don't want to have to crawl back to them. I'll- I'll die before I give my mother the satisfaction. My Father is kinda' cool still, but he's just so under my mom's thumb. Does whatever she says. Right now, that's painting me a pariah. Which, I guess is fair..."

Looking forward, she would notice the building where the Speeder Salesman should've been, and could see a large lot with several speeders among other craft on it.

Inhaling sharply, she would roll her shoulders, and try to focus on what was ahead for now.

"That's what it is Sommy... From now on, I don't work, I don't eat. And like I said, I'll die before I go back home."

SOMNOL-716

 

[SOMNOL-716]

Somnol continued on in silence, letting Iella speak as much as she needed to. Despite his quirks and droid mannerisms, the assassin droid understood more of his partner's emotions than he let on, even if he himself wasn't entirely sure how emotions felt.

Somnol turned his faceplate to Iella, listening intently until she finished. The speeder shop was directly ahead, but Somnol stopped just before. He didn't put on a facade of organic movements this time, instead being completely genuine in his stillness.

//Your creators designed you with a purpose, Iella. You chose your own purpose, despite the risk that entails. But I believe it is better to risk danger than risk being untrue to yourself.// Somnol's voice had never sounded quite so human before.

//Besides, you have not failed me. An objective only enters a fail-state when its parameters are not met. And they are met, so there is no issue.//

SOMNOL-716 had just called her a friend. He hadn't said it out loud, that wasn't exactly how he computed things. But it was how he meant it.

//As for our monetary deficiency, we will just have to complete our objectives perfectly, which should also be no issue. I designed myself with perfection in mind.//

Somnol turned his head back towards the speeder shop.

//Now, unless my internal chronometer is off, which it is most certainly not, it is currently 20:26.45, Jakku time. You are quite late for your meeting.//

- Iella Sunscream -

 

[Iella Sunscream]

She would allow Sommy to speak, palms inadvertently finding her hips. He wasn't wrong. And while she didn't really notice that he had called her a friend, she felt that all the same. SOMNOL was a good droid... Relatively. Well, so long as you didn't give your reason to be on his bad side. If you've never seen a droid engage in melee combat, then you don't want too. Unless you're the type that watches gorefest holovids without wincing. Sommy well knew Iella couldn't handle intense gore, although over time she had become a little more efficient at operating. She just didn't like seeing the after effects of it all.

//Now, unless my internal chronometer is off, which it is most certainly not, it is currently 20:26.45, Jakku time. You are quite late for your meeting.//

She stared at the shop for beat.

"Chit.."

To hell with it, she wasn't running anywhere to meet the deadline. This place looked dead anyway, save for the pair standing outside. She hated when people blocked the entryway to places, what about everyone else? As she neared she would note one of the figures was a B2 Super Battle Droid, while the other was a Trandoshan flying Black Sun colors. Eyeing them with interest. She felt, cold suddenly, and would slowly move her head to look at SOMNOL, turning her head enough so that her movement was picked up by him. Well before they arrived, she would warn him, aware there was only so far, he could acquire things.

'Oh then, here's closed... Working out some business'

The Trandoshan said, flicking them in the direction they came from with his fingers, arms nestled around an E-11 Blaster. A relic, but a deadly relic. Iella would slow to a stop, shifting her weight to one side, palming her hand-cannon within its holster.

"Easy, we have an appointment... With Grotto Greed"

The Trandoshan snorted, the B2 taking a step to forward, then turning to them. An Inhibitor chip visible directly atop its bulbous head.

"Black Sun business first, then you do whatcha' want."

The Trandoshan snarled, eyeballing SOMNOL briefly before snapping his gaze back on Iella. Simultaneously, a loud crash and bang was heard inside. Causing Iella, the B2, and the Trandoshan to briefly look at the building, dull screams coming through the wall, Iella would inhale lightly. Wondering why she felt like the day was about to go to chit.

"Sure. We want no problems with the Black Sun."

Iella said, observing the situation and maintaining her palm on that hand-cannon. Perhaps SOMNOL might be able to hear the faint tones of extortion inside, not to mention them discussing taking a speeder as this week's payment.

SOMNOL-716

 

[SOMNOL-716]

Somnol seemed entirely unconcerned as he walked alongside Iella, even as they approached a couple of... rather undesirable individuals. If Somnol had a nose, it would be severely upturned at the hulking reptilian and obsolete battle droid.

The organics engaged in conversation quickly, but the contents of their conversation didn't interest him. The Trandoshan was posturing for his criminal organization, whatever this 'Black Sun' was, trying to be intimidating. Meanwhile, the droids traded scans, trying to size the other up. Somnol tsked quietly.

Then, in an imperious voice, //B2 unit, your right ambulator is zero-point-two centimeters longer than your left.//

It didn't speak, the restraining bolt on it's head blinking slightly. Somnol took that as its acceptance of defeat.

When he heard the cry of pain, SOMNOL-716 slowly turned his head to his mercenary partner. It appeared to him that Iella's meeting with Grotto Greed may be delayed even more. He didn't have any particularly strong emotions towards organics being in pain. In fact, he was quite comfortable with the thought.

As long as Iella kept things quiet, so would Somnol. But if things got loud, he would be deafening.

- Iella Sunscream -

 

[Iella Sunscream]

More bangs, more crashes. Iella idly standing by and looking around. No cigarettes... No liquor... Just four of them staring at each other oddly.

"Hell, there gonna' be any Greed left to share when you guys are done with him?"

Iella asked off-handedly, not really expecting an answer. Just talking her chit, although there was a building annoyance with the whole situation in particular.

//B2 unit, your right ambulator is zero-point-two centimeters longer than your left.//

Iella looked over then, focusing on that restraining bolt. She could splice it... Without touching the B2 at that. Though she would wait just a moment.

'You having trouble waiting, feel free to hit the road Schutta...'

Iella would seem taken aback by this, and just shake her head.

"You remind me of a guy that used to bully me in school..."

Iella said, nodding a bit at that revelation. Again observing that B2 droid and beginning the firmware hack of the Inhibitor Chip. Just forty-five seconds or so, and the chip would have reset, then ceased to reboot; essentially freeing the droid to do whatever it wished. Its first instinct being to turn to the Trandoshan (Who was seemingly proud that he had reminded the small woman of a bully) by his neck and begin strangling him. The Trandoshan dropped his weapon, and fought with the B2, but was clearly on the losing end as the B2's single objective seemed to be wringing the mans neck.

Iella stood by, using her foot to slide the weapon away from the struggling pair.

"Sheesh, looks like you're having droid trouble... Want me to call someone or something? Your friends inside?"

Iella feigned ignorance watching this occur, glancing behind at the blacked out windows and noticing she couldn't see anything. So, she would move to the door, and push it open a bit, glancing inside to see what she assumed was the mechanic getting wailed on by a group of three individuals. Two humans, and a Rodian. The Rodian turning around to spot her.

'Hey, you out! Ey? Black Sun business...'

"That's what the last guy said, I think he's having trouble with his Bee-Two, better get out here..."

Iella leaned back with a smile, which soured as soon as her head craned back around the corner, drawing her hand-cannon into her right hand, and glancing back at Sommy.

"Kark these pricks.."

She said plainly, keeping her back turned to the door as the other walked outside.

'What the he-... Rog! Get offa' him!'

He said, immediately moving to assist the Trandoshan with removing the B2's hands from his neck, though at this point the damage was likely irreversible.

SOMNOL-716

 

[SOMNOL-716]

Before his partnership with Iella, Somnol couldn't have imagined himself caring about any organic lifeform. They were all fleshy, soft means to ends. Steady supplies of credits to put forward to bigger and better things, the droid's true passions in life. While he certainly still felt that way towards the large majority of the galaxy, there was at least one organic that Somnol may have cared about.

She had just been insulted.

Somnol got very still once more, showing that he had gotten serious. He didn't feel any need to move his chassis without a purpose, so his unmoving body was a sign that the assassin droid had stopped acting organic to the benefit of those around him.

All she had to do was say the word.

Yet, she held off, which confused the droid. Then, all manners of hell broke loose, and the B2 began throttling it's master. The whirr in Somnol's mind was perceptible as his logic circuits tried to deduce what exactly was happening.

Then Iella slipped past them, and opened the door, beckoning one out, and giving Somnol the signal. A wave of euphoria overtook the droid, as a sprinkle of sparks erupted from his head. His voice grew a dark, glitchy tone, as he looked down upon the now-gasping Trandoshan, and the Rodian, who was now just able to pry the B2's hands off his gangmate.

//Combat mode engaged. Finally.// The droid's arm-blades slid out silently, humming with a vibrant energy. //My condolences to your families.//

And like that, SOMNOL-716 was upon them, slashing and cutting them to ribbons. In that moment, he certainly hoped Iella wasn't watching. There was quite a bit of gore.

If she didn't deal with those left inside, Somnol would quickly be filled with blaster holes. But Somnol trusted his partner to do her part.

//Oh my. . . I hope none of you wanted an open casket.//

- Iella Sunscream -

 

[Iella Sunscream]

Finally? SOMNOL acted like she held him back any other time... Hell, mostly she was sending him in first to soften up the defenses. Not to mention, she hated the level of gore Sommy could create near effortlessly...

She was watching... Why? Iella retched lightly, turning away and making a light

"Mhhm.. Nahp... N-..."

She focused, ignoring what was happening to her left, and instead smashed the door with her shoulder, raising the hand-cannon and picking a target. The weapon would fire, a single verpine flechette round making contact with the skull of one of the goons, and quite literally splattering him. Composure maintained, she aimed though the red mist, firing another round at the fleeing Black Sun goon. That one miraculously missed, hitting the wall right wher the mans head would have been.

That sucks... She would slowly pursue, weapon raised in front of her. Idly glancing over to Greedo who seemed okay, but was still a little beat up.

'You know what you just did? Who you messed with!? You're dead, you hear me? Dead! Better talk to your friends Greedo! I don't get outta' here, you know what happens.'

Iella moved into cover, listening to the dialogue between the two, eyes bouncing lightly as she thought on the mans words. No, she didn't think that's how it would go. The Black Sun were sporadic, way more broken than their old days. No doubt he belonged to some subsect. And quite frankly, Iella had no problem eradicating the entire group. What did they add to the galaxy but more misery?

Well, she was one to speak.

She would shake her head, and call out herself.

"No one likes a bully..."

'What are you, ten? A bully... We got a deal. He pays us, we protect him. Ask him he'll tell you...'

Iella looked at Greedo, eyebrow raising as if she was waiting to see if he would agree or not.

"Real creative, I would remind you which one of us is hiding in the refresher at the moment..."

Iella looked back at the entrance, wondering if Sommy had finished up with those two outside when she would double-take at the lumbering B2 Model that walked right up to her, bumping her shoulder and continuing on to the bathroom. There was a brief sound of jovial rejoice at its sight, which turned quickly to sounds of terror, and the tearing of sinew. Iella listened closely, flicking the safety on her pistol and sliding it into her holster.

"Hey, heard you were selling a speeder"

She asked, grinning and upnodding the downed man. Moving to help him to his feet.

'You know how to make an entrance Sunscream... Tell you what, pick which one you want. Only stipulation is... You gotta take this trash with you. I think its time I find a new place to open up shop.'

SOMNOL-716

 

[SOMNOL-716]

SOMNOL had almost decided to dismantle the B2.

Just to be safe, he would say. Sure, it turned on it's masters when given the chance, but who was to say it wouldn't betray it's rescuers? But it was a moral quandary the assassin droid would debate after the few seconds it took to mince the organics.

Which was effectively what he did, with pinpoint efficiency. Like a butcher who understood their meat, Somnol found the perfect incision points, lopping off heads, arms, legs, opening chest cavities and filleting meat, far beyond what was necessary to kill the gangsters. To some, it may have been disturbing, but to Somnol, it was an artform.

Finally, he turned to the B2. Somnol switched into binary, switching off combat mode and communicating in a series of beeps and whistles. <<B2 Unit = designation?>>

The battle droid considered the question, and answered in a low, droning babble. <<B2-90325-237-7R.>> It looked down at it's segmented owners. <<'Rog' = name from former masters.>>

Somnol felt something then. Understanding? Sympathy? He wasn't sure, he didn't feel it often. But something tugged at his processor. <<B2-90325-237-7R + revenge?>>

It signaled it's confirmation before Somnol even finished the thought. Without a moment's hesitation, Somnol pointed into the building, and 'Rog' stomped in, doing it's own dark work.

After a brief moment of admiring his artwork, Somnol stepped into the building, and walked next to Iella as she spoke to this 'Greedo'. He just caught the tail-end of what he was saying. They had to clean up?

Oops.

Somnol spoke, his tone conveying just a little guilt. //You may go find a speeder that fits your parameters, while dispose of the excess organic matter. I may have performed... ah, shall we say... above and beyond the call of duty outside, so I would avoid that area for the foreseeable future if I were you.//

He went to go find a mop. Or a flamethrower.

- Iella Sunscream -