Salvage and Friendship [Jorus]

[Droideka 0793]

Droideka was still embarrassed from his B1 dancing routine, but he had something to beat it he was sure. This time he would dance.... he would be the king of the dance! Limping back over to the super computer he plugged himself in, again, for a third time, to most likely cause more trouble. His droideka computations were multiplied by thousands as his droid processors joined with the super computer's. Searching out through the droid control unit he found what he was looking for droid starfighters, but with their higher functions and sensors he could only operate a single one at at time.

Taking a single tri-fighter out he started its functions up its near ancient electrical system not nearly as secure as his own had been. Without thought the droideka ignited its engine quite happilly... he knew THIS would impress the curvy one. The sparking and smoke should have been the early warning about flying this particular tri-fighter, but droideka was simply...... excited....

With a quick movement he flew out of the small droid hanger bay, and despite the obvious fire near the engine he decided he would still show master and the curvy one. Flying up to the bridge he gently knocked against a large window.

Master request: LOOK I'M A FLYER WWWWHHHHHHEEEEEE!

It was at this point the tri-fighters unmaintained system simply died and started to just drift away in the vacuum of space. Droideka was lucky enough to come back to his own sensors in time to see it explode in a fireball.

Master lie: I did not do that either......
Master observation: Maintenance needed on droid tri-fighters

@[member="Mia Monroe"]@[member="Jorus Merrill"]

 

[Moira Skaldi]

@[member="Mia Monroe"], @[member="Jorus Merrill"], @[member="Droideka 0793"]

"Refit crews are being deployed and will adequately perform their functions," a calm, emotionless voice suddenly spoke up as Moira suddenly materialised in the room in the wake of the first engineers, who would be performing work on the bridge, based on whatever design plans Jorus and Mia had. She had the unnatural ability to appear suddenly and without making any noise. Useful traits for a terrorist...


"Much time has passed since the pyre of Donanyd," she spoke to Jorus, referring to the occasion where they had briefly met because it was totally a normal thing to name drop a planetary holocaust. blue eyes scanning the room as her gaze travelled to Mia. Moira's capacity for small talk and the exchange of pleasantries was tremendously limited. "Mandalore the Liberator, interesting recruitment. A pleasure. Moira Skaldi." She noted the presence of the droideka and for a moment wondered whether Jorus would use it to serve cake! It seemed a popular way to utilise its model these days.

 

[Jorus Merrill]

Jorus winced as @[member="Droideka 0793"] did his thing. Well, nobody had been hurt -- yet. If that happened, there'd be comm jammers installed. No other way.

"@[member="Mia Monroe"], @[member="Moira Skaldi"], I'm amazed you two don't already know each other. Who better to detonate the galaxy with?" He pulled some plans out of the mass of holograms above the design team's table. "Flight simulators, anti-boarding countermeasures, social facilities -- this place will be a home."

 

[Lina Djo]

@Droideka 0793@Moira SkaldiMia inclined her head in greeting to Moira. A small smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "Well, we can start detonating now." She made a mental note of the fighter that blew up and looked down at the droideka. "Hey, how about you get a full diagnostics on the ships automated systems, find out what working and what's not?" she asked the droid, a better thing for him to do other than, well whatever it was he was trying to do now.

She ran her eyes over the designs. "Research and Development. If your upsetting some of the big fish you need to be able to keep up with their tech" she added to Jorus' list "The Bard and I can help you somewhat there." She had full of technology that didn't belong, with the resources they had, Mia could see some of them coming to light. A whisper echoed in the back of her mind, a familiar voice that brought a small smile to her lips.

Told you it was a gift adika.

@[member="Jorus Merrill"]

 

[Droideka 0793]

@[member="Mia Monroe"]'s suggestion was of course brilliant... curvy and smart....ooooo how great his new wife would be yes...yes He was sure that she was going to be she said she liked him... didn't she....yes she did!

With a happy gait, which caused the broken leg to give out resulting in a rather nasty tumble, he went back over to the super computer. Plugging himself in he started a full system readout analyzing billions of pieces of information without the need to interface. It was great being a droidek, but it was great being a soft person to. Mia was soft... oooooohhhh she touched his head... they were meant to be together. He needed to focus Mia told him to do a job, and he was going to do it!

@[member="Jorus Merrill"]
Master results: Droid control ship not damaged in combat. Records indicate ship was completed, but never left shipyards. Command signal abruptly ends from Confederate headquarters.

Ship Status: In need of minor repairs due to age, most droid units will require programming.

MASTER CONCLUSION: Shipyards automated! IF CONTROL SHIP UNTOUCHED possibility of shipyards untouched?