-What a horrid landscape. So much fauna and flora. Not enough death and destruction. A waste of space... Activating weapons protocol. ERROR. ERROR. WEAPONS SYSTEM MALFUNCTIONING.-
"B7-T8 in need of repairs. Must find tools." The assassin droid screeched, attracting the attention of other travelers. B7-T8 ignored them, considering them useless meatbags.
-Locate modification station. ERROR. ERROR. Still in spaceport. No repair stations nearby capable of repairing B7 series.-
With a similated growl, B7-T8 moved forward, heavy metal feet clanking against the ground. The droid's metal chassis was scarred and cracked. A fine layer of dust still remained in many places. B7 was an odd sight. His series was discontinued years and years ago. Most of his brethren had been sent to the scrap pile.
-B7= Lucky to be functioning at all...-
Incapable of emotion, he was a ruthless killing machine. Not in his current state, of course. Both his memory core and weapons systems were damaged. The weapons could be fixed, and he could wield a blaster any day. But the memory core would not be restored fully without something far away. Aboard The Starlight Victor.
B7-T8, nicknamed Betty in the old days, used to work on that vessel. It was one of the few remaining 'memories' he had. Spaceport files indicated that the ship had docked here, on Dantooine. Records said the ship was carrying supplies. What kind was unknown. But the planet had to hold clues to its whereabouts.
-B7 MUST FIND THE STARLIGHT VICTOR!-
Quickening his pace, B7 exited the spaceport's open lobby, trying to escape the meatbags watching him.
-There has to be a repair shop somewhere in this city. Master would not allow it to be otherwise. Raven's Wing would not dock here. CORRECTION: MASTER=TERMINATED. RAVEN'S WING=THE STARLIGHT VICTOR. NEW OWNER=ERROR, UNKNOWN.-
Stopping in his tracks, B7 suffered from a momentary error. His whole system shut down, aiming to reboot in 30 seconds. B7's frame stood still, one arm still reaching out.
-25 seconds remaining.-
People kept going by, ignoring the stalled droid. A few glanced at it, but they moved on anyway.
-15 seconds remaining.-
B7 was gaining a little more attention. Still nothing significant.
-5 seconds remaining.-
A small child wanders away from his mother. He approaches the 'sleeping' droid, eyes filled with wonder. At first he turns to tell his mother something. But then-
-0 Seconds Remaining. REBOOTING.-
B7's arm shoots out, grabbing the kid with one hand. The assassin's first instinct is to crush the meatbag. Something remind him try and blend in. Lightening his grip, he pulls the kid up.
"Query: Meatbag, where is your master? Request: Please point said master out. Action: I will return you 'safely' to them."
A mother screams, fearing for her son. The kid starts bawling, scared by the droid's way of speech. Unsure of what to do, B7 sets the child down and turns to leave. Without another word he rushes off, disappearing into the crowd. Behind him a mother picks her son up, comforting him. She glares at the retreating figure.
"Who was that droid? I oughta speak to its master..." The woman growls before walking off, son in her arms.
-Must find repair shop. Objective temporarily changed. Objective= Find repair station and tools.-
B7 moved on. The city was a mess, a labyrinth. Without a proper guide, B7 would be lost in minutes. Letting out another similated growl, the droid searched for a nearby data station. Anything he could download info off of.