Fianna Halcyon
Character
They'd told her it was a simple job.
Couple of people had brought the droid into the shop. Man and a woman. Fee never could remember faces all that well. They'd both smiled and put down some cold, hard credits to get their droid repaired. Paid extra for the quick service. Paid extra-extra for the quiet service too.
At first, she hadn't thought much of the droid. It looked pretty old and worn. There was plenty of charm in old droids but sometimes, you hoped for something you could easily slot a generic part into. Fee spent the better half of the morning disassembling the chassis and getting the motivator board cleaned up. Replaced a few scorched wires. Reapplied some solder. It was turning into a typical fix for this tech whiz.
Until the point that Fee, with her hand still buried in the droid's electronic guts, felt the power core whir to life. The droid's eyes filled with light and stared at her. For a few awkward seconds, they locked in a weird embrace. Then it screamed, high-pitched binary piercing Fee's ears. It leaped off the table, dragging Fee with it. She scrambled, trying to keep herself upright as the droid frantically shoved through the door of the workshop and out onto the street. Arcs of oil spat and splattered across the ground and passing pedestrians as it screamed louder.
Fee smacked it with a hydrospanner as she tried desperately to wrench her poor, sore arm out from the middle of it.
"Stop screaming, I just fixed you!" she yelled.
Couple of people had brought the droid into the shop. Man and a woman. Fee never could remember faces all that well. They'd both smiled and put down some cold, hard credits to get their droid repaired. Paid extra for the quick service. Paid extra-extra for the quiet service too.
At first, she hadn't thought much of the droid. It looked pretty old and worn. There was plenty of charm in old droids but sometimes, you hoped for something you could easily slot a generic part into. Fee spent the better half of the morning disassembling the chassis and getting the motivator board cleaned up. Replaced a few scorched wires. Reapplied some solder. It was turning into a typical fix for this tech whiz.
Until the point that Fee, with her hand still buried in the droid's electronic guts, felt the power core whir to life. The droid's eyes filled with light and stared at her. For a few awkward seconds, they locked in a weird embrace. Then it screamed, high-pitched binary piercing Fee's ears. It leaped off the table, dragging Fee with it. She scrambled, trying to keep herself upright as the droid frantically shoved through the door of the workshop and out onto the street. Arcs of oil spat and splattered across the ground and passing pedestrians as it screamed louder.
Fee smacked it with a hydrospanner as she tried desperately to wrench her poor, sore arm out from the middle of it.
"Stop screaming, I just fixed you!" she yelled.