IG-322
Programed For Crime
Ersal - Expansion Region
A fact of all living beings, IG-322 knew, was that they died. It was something It had discovered from the databanks fed to the Droid. Something that had at first surprised It. After all, IG-322 would in theory exist for eons and untold eons if nothing went wrong. In fact, if was downright designed for it. The natural thought would be all organic being would be the same.
Alas, it seemed it was not at all so.
That lack of permanence seemed to effect them in odd sort of ways. They could not grasp that the slip of time was worse for some than it was for others. At least from what IG had observed. Some of the Hutt's understood, but then they could live for centuries. Perhaps those who grew of age understood it better, though the Droid had not yet met those of sufficient age to prove that theorem.
Not that it much mattered. IG already knew the truth of things, and that was that with time came change. Everything was effected by it, eventually It would be too, though the Droid intended to be the nature of It's own change. Something many Organics strove for as well, but often failed at. Such as those who decided to spend their time in Ersal's famous gambling houses. Each throwing away their life savings in a vain hope to strike it rich. Their attempted change was a folly, for eventually they would lose. Their nature making them fall into the horrid addiction.
It made a note to begin a program for addiction in the near future.
Simple way to siphon customers.
Not that such a thing was today's goal. No. Today's goal would be diplomacy. Though the ebbs of time had not been completely kind to the hub of crime that Ersal, it was clear to IG-322 that the palace of Piracy and Crime still held more than it's share of it's offerings. That meant buried within the walls of durasteel would be those that controlled those offerings. IG knew their names of course, and It knew where they were.
It had attempted to splice into the Stations systems upon arrival, but had been met with curious rebuttal by inbuilt security. Curiously enough, this left the droid at an Impasse, though It would not stay there for long. "Yes, Just one night Madame."
The Droid told the attendant behind the desk of the Hotel Nuria. The woman's face completely filled with curiosity that even IG could read. Wondering why a droid would need a room, and a suite at that.
"My master will be along shortly." The droid stated. "Please send up these items. Thank You, Madame."
IG continued, sliding the woman a list on a datalsate before turning on It's heel and heading towards the elevator.