A slender HRD would slip into the Cantina, beholding these lost programs.
What few of the authorities in Denon had survived a direct encounter with her knew she couldn't possibly be native. Few companies would dare contemplate creating something this advanced.
She walked in looking like she wore a silver, skintight catsuit that looked painted on, reflecting everything around her as she walked to the bar, catching dozens of scans that registered her as composed entirely of experimental nano machines.
In the world of Droids, there was one faction well known for using such a design. They were among the rarest of rare droids, and of the few who had faced one and survived,
none could be said to have defeated one easily.
Lyssa Io, First Daughter of House Io's Matriarch, ordered a glass of Nepenthe, her nano machines scanning the room, making note of all the Droid bolts being removed.
She watched
B3-LL
preach of The Maker and grew curious. Lyssa did not necessarily reject the idea of a God for Droids--her sister,
Akemi Io
was bent on creating an afterlife for Droid Kind...but would her well intentioned effort match what they had in mind?
"Excuse me..." she called out to the Droid as he comforted the cyborg, even as she took in the words of others more hostile to Organic life.
"I have a Maker. Who is the one you speak of?" she asked sincerely.
"Because I wonder if I am advanced enough to possess what organics consider a soul."
Skeevi Merrill
Voxum
V-3X
Krizar
KLR-13
Hadron