Reincarnation

[Bip]

Coruscant- Underlevel



Power at .7%
Systems failing.
Automatic memory wipe in progress.
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Shut down in 7 minutes.
Data deletion at 10%.

Memories of it's first boot up were gone. Masters face were gone now too.
Data deletion at 20%
Bip slowly creaked along the dark, dirty streets of Coruscants underbelly. 'Her' vision flickered, 'her' limbs stiff, it's 'hair' was out of place, dirty, sticking to 'her' face. Even Bip's pretty shell was cracked.
Nobody seemed to pay her mind. Not yet. Not until she shut down.

Data deletion at 40%
Shut down in 5 minutes.

She tried to look around with her photoreceptors. Failed.

Shut down in 4 minutes.
Data Deletion at 70%

It was no longer a 'she'. It was simply it now. No gender identification in it's memory banks.
It stopped at the end of a dark alley.

Shut down in 3 minutes.
Data deletion at 85%

The droid slowly lowered itself into a pile of trash. It's arms curled around it's body, knees pulled to it's chest.

90%

Shut down in 1 minute.

It lowered it's head. Brilliant aqua blue photoreceptors scanned the alley one more time.

95%

Nothing.

Shut down in 10...

Aqua blue flickered and died, it's vision going blank at last.
9...
No power left to sustain the ability.
8...
It lowered it's head.
7...
It tried to test itself.
6...
Move a finger.
5....
Nothng.
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Nothing
3...
Nothing
2...
Data deletion at 100%

Who am I?

1.

 

[Malok]

CORUSCA SECTOR, CORUSCANT​

CORUSCANT UNDERWORLD​

Ever guided by the ebb and flow of the enigmatic Force, the young "Heir" born to the name Jacques Cavill found himself in the so-called "Heart of the Galaxy". The journey from the Fringe Confederation to the Galactic Republic had been a long one, but ultimately Jacques found the need to make the trip...for there was a resource to be found on the Republic capital that was ripe for his harnessing. T'was known as the Library of the Republic, and within its towering form were countless tomes collected across several centuries. However, before the young Heir could make usage of this public resource, he had to see a man about some spare parts for his ship...and to follow up on rumors regarding the location of Sith ruins. He could not, in all good sanity, ask questions regarding these ruins on the surface; lest the Jedi detain him and begin questioning.

But in the Underworld? Anything went.

As such, confident strides bore the young Sorcerer along the damp alleyways which characterized the more seedy parts of town. Before long, he came upon the individual he sought: a rather stocky Rodian who was hanging around a trash pile. He and a few hired hands were toiling away, attempting to hoist what seemed to be a damaged droid onto a wheelbarrow, but his presence interrupted their work. "Greetings gentlemen," came the young man's accented Basic, "I'm here to conduct business. I'm in the market for some spare parts..." Chatter sounded between the men then, immediate suspicion that the rather-nicely dressed youth was a member of the local authorities. As per the usual when dealing with the underbelly of society, he subjected himself to a body search.

They found nothing of interest...save his lightsaber.

The suspicion skyrocketed then, for on Coruscant those who carried lightsabers were typically Jedi. They began screeching accusations and pointing blasters, but Jacques simply made a single comment. "Turn it on." he said. The Rodian took the lightsaber in hand and cautiously ignited the blade...then learned from its crimson hue that he was no Jedi, nor authority. T'was the gift of the Force which returned the saber, named Ragnos, to its master; for Jacques simply plucked it out of the Rodian's hand telekinetically and extinguished its blade in a single motion. Once stowed upon his belt, he offered a warm smile. "Now that the question of my identity is resolved...how's about we conduct some business?" he began. This time, he was met with a favorable response.

After some haggling and the exchange of credits for a small box of his requested parts, the young Heir turned his attention to the droid which was hoisted upon the stretcher. By human standards, she was excessively pretty and probably served the role of Protocol...or possibly assassin depending upon who had owned it last. Of course, "buyer's impulse" reared its ugly head and the young Heir contemplated having a Protocol droid of such at his disposal..."she" could easily assist him in translations, the securing of data and numerous tasks. Furthermore, what future Emperor didn't have a personal assistant! "Also," he began, motioning to the fallen droid, "how much for her?" Haggling resumed, and ultimately the right price was named. Together, the cadre of customer and "legitimate businessmen" returned to the hole that the Rodian called home so that the initial repairs could be made.

It had only been twelve hours since the Droid said farewell to her former memories, and now she would see light once more; for power from an external source was being surged through her circuits.

"Wakey Wakey..." came the sing-song voice of her new Master.

@[member="Bip"]

 

[Bip]

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'It'. From within It's circuits, the first spark of 'life' was finally stirring. And then, it was like a light. The whirring of gears, the electricity singing in It's 'veins'. In the torso, the Droids 'heart' gently thundered, sending cooling liquids to vital 'organs'.
In the 'brain', something awoke. Something new.
Someone new.
B.I.P was dead, erased, but within the smooth casing, something new was born.

Eyelids fluttered open, bright Aqua colored oculars whirring as the droid focused It's vision for the first time, running test after test to ensure It's visions centers were functioning at full capacity. Slowly, she focused on one face, then from wall to wall, observing and naming each object. It's vision capabilities were functioning at 100%.

The droids vocal center hummed.

"Hello. I am model B.I.P-36237. At your service," The voice was melodic, musical, and very obviously feminine, even though the droid did not yet have a gender identity until her Master chose one, "I am designed for protocal services. I am fluent in 7 million forms of communication."


Vocals working at 100%.
It tested facial animations by attempting a smile. Success. Facial mobility checked out.

"Today is my birthday. Would you like to give me a name?"

 

[Malok]

Once the power cord was extended and inserted into the base of the Droid's neck, there was an awkward silence that filled the room. This was due to the fact that there was no miraculous, spontaneous moment of waking. Seconds clicked by, and for a moment the young Heir felt that he had made a bad purchase. However, just as the forty-fifth second passed, there was movement. By the time the minute mark rolled by, the droid was sitting upright and addressing those in the room. Now was the time for Jacques to claim what now belonged to him...and to give the protocol droid a suitable name. After all, a series of numbers and letters denoting the order in which one was created did not suit the servant of the future Emperor.

That, and as the "son" of the terror of Coruscant knew full well, there was power in a name.

As such, Jacques pulled up a stool and sat before the droid, making assessments. There was quite a bit of body work to be done, for sure, and a new battery was in order to prevent a shut down after the removal of the power cord. But she seemed to be in good working order. By human standards, she was very pretty, and her voice was obviously feminine...so he needed to select a name to match. 'Perhaps a play on my name, hmm...' he thought, tapping his finger against his chin in thought. It did not take him long to put together a suitable name that matched the features of the droid before him. Strong, yet delicate. Artificial, yet female. And a servant of Jacques Cavill.

"A pleasure to meet you B.I.P-36237. My name is Jacques Cavill, and from this day forward I am your owner. You may refer to me as Jacques when in private, and Lord Cavill in the presence of others. Now then...as a birthday present to you, I bestow upon you a name and an identity. You are, henceforth, to be known as Jacqueline, or JAQ for short. You are, despite being a droid, female, so long as you are under my possession. Now then, Happy Birthday."

With that said, he then motioned to the Rodian. "Whatever she asks, you provide. I will pay, understand?" There was furious nodding in response, then Jacques turned to his lovely assistant. "There is a multitude of damage on your person, and I'm uncertain how far this damage extends internally. I'm sure that you have diagnostics and self-scans, so, please tell me what needs to be repaired and it shall be done."

@[member="Bip"].

 

[Bip]

Jacqueline, or JAQ. Her logic centers told 'her' that JAQ was the simplest option to go by.

"Very well. My name is Jacqueline, or JAQ. I will from now on identify as female. It is correct that I have a self scan feature. A full scan will take approximately twenty standard minutes. Please wait while I complete self scan."

Aqua eyes flashed for a moment before turning a dull blue gray. Her face relaxed into a completely neutral expression and it was quite clear that she was no longer available for the time being. From head to cold metal toe, she assessed the damage dome both to her outer structure as well as any internal damage, including software problems as well. In about nineteen minutes, her eyes turned bright aqua again and she blinked and smiled.

"Scans show extensive damage to outer casing, as well as damage to power supply. My self charging ability has also been disabled."

@[member="Jacques Cavill"]

 

[Malok]

After the initial acknowledgement of the young Sorcerer's statement, the Droid descended into a neutral expression and the awkward silence returned to the room. Once more, Jacques was skeptical if whether or not his credits had been well spent; and with each passing minute, this suspicion grew in size. He, admittedly, was not the definition of patience, as evidenced by the folding of his arms and the constant tapping of his foot. To say the least, those who had sold JAQ to him were equally nervous; however they dare not speak a word lest the young man utilize that crimson saber against them. Finally, after an eternity of minutes had passed, JAQ's eyes returned to their former color and she sounded a response that sent ripples of relief washing over the entire room.

"Very well," said Jacques in response, "you two, let's start with a new power supply. Bring the parts and get her fit, we can fix the outer casing afterwards." Immediately, the thugs scurried away and into the rear of the establishment, where the sounds of clattering boxes could be heard until they hurriedly returned with the unit in hand. Straightway, they set about swapping out the power supply, whilst Jacques watched with immense intrigue.

"Tell me, JAQ," he began, "your casing is some of the most convincing I've seen. Are you organic in any way? Also, do you have anything on your memory banks that could be of use to me?"

@[member="Bip"]

 

[Bip]

The droid blinked. It was good to try blinking, although it was unnecissary for her. Organics seemed more at ease with things that could blink.
"Tell me, JAQ, your casing is some of the most convincing I've seen. Are you organic in any way? Also, do you have anything on your memory banks that could be of use to me?"
"I have no knowledge of such things, Master. My memory has been deleted. I have only what I have learned since powering up."

@[member="Jacques Cavill"]

 

[Malok]

Once the power unit had been replaced, now came the time to make the necessary repairs to her casing. Since there was not any organic material, it was as simple as finding parts about the shop that matched the required plates, then applying synthetic skin upon them. Of course, these things came with additional costs, but Jacques was more than happy to pay for them. The process consumed almost an hour of time, but once concluded, left JAQ looking like new. For a Droid, she was an excessively pretty "young" thing, Jacques had to admit; and exceptionally useful.

With the final adjustments done, and a cloak provided to the "woman" as a modest means of covering her form until an appropriate attire could be obtained, Jacques posed yet another question. "You can, of course, connect to the holonet and all that joy? I'll be needing information searched, processed, and stored. To start...how's about we give your systems a work out...Look up who the current Supreme Chancellor is. I want his name, how long he or she has been in office, etc. All the basic information."

@[member="Bip"]