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  1. As Zalis went about her duties, Remo sat in silence for the most part, boredom soon overtaking the droid and soon led him to explore his curious nature. Rolling over to a nearby dresser, Remo opened it, shifting aside paper files and a few undergarments, one set that oddly enough fell upon his translucent dome and sent the droid reeling in part confusion and part slight disgust. But it wasn't until he pull out a cylindrical object that curved together in a cone shape near the tip that things grew highly interesting. Fascinated, he wondered what it could be. Surely it wasnt a lightsaber hilt, as it didnt appear in the same fashion. Noticing that it had an activation button on its bottom, he clicked it, and soon ran about her room and office like a crazed lunatic as the cylinder vibrated with the velocity of a vibroblade within his extended claw until he threw it aside, zapping the item until it melted away into a pool of plasteel and components, and zapping it once more for good measure. Just as he heard Zalis speak, he turned his optical recorder toward her, the incidents from before fresh upon his mechanical mind as he questioned who this woman truly was to have such devices before proceeding with her requests. Onderon seemed like a decent place to visit.
  2. Remo turned on his wheel and spun, quickly trailing behind the young female as she disembarked. Through his receptor, he took in the sights and sounds he saw before him, quickly taking note of a gambling establishment nearby that he throw his hat into later and maybe rid a few of the patrons of their handful of credits. But for now, he was more curious as to the woman before him. As Zalis spoke, Remo took a holographic display of her visage, recording the memo for herself later should she need the reminder and quickly followed in her suit once again, making his own mental notes as they went. When they finally arrived at Black Castle, Remo managed to get in a few squabbles with a few droids as Zalis and one of her associates conversed, namely a few information droids as they went about their duties and nearly caused him to topple in their rudeness. He considered shorting their circuits, but felt that would hinder the ongoing workings of the place. Following Zalis into her office, he let out a whirling sigh as he shut the door behind them. Gazing upon the woman, he wondered what she held on her mind.
  3. Remo had silently been calculating Celteo's rate of success, both in the past and in the future, and knew Zalis would be pleased by Celteo's efforts. Still, the fleshie had once been a part of the Hutts he was once imprisoned to and for that, he held no regard for him. And who Celteo was behind closed doors, the inhumane things he had done in the name of his corporation, would likely get the man painted as a war criminal should word ever get out. But Remo and Celteo were the only two who remained of that by-gone era, and Remo knew well enough to keep his binary trap shut. As Zalis walked in, feeling her soft skin resonate across his dome's sensors, his gaze spun upon her. He still couldn't quite figure why he felt at ease around her, but she had not poised any threat to him yet. He found himself without a reasonable cause behind his trust in her. Remo had always been an slightly overcautious droid, but he also knew that certain things could never be explained, and in those times, he simply went with it. Plotting the course she suggested, he turned the ship toward their destination. As the Obsidian Phoenix began to settle for its landing, Remo scurried away from the controls, leaving the ship on autopilot and Zalis alone in her thoughts as he went to adjust a few settings in the sunlight engines and hyperdrive. When they had landed, Zalis would find him near the ramp and ready to disembark. He was curious as to what this new world and life he had found himself in would present to him. He knew their reputation, but only in rumor, not first hand experience.
  4. Celteo smiled as Zalis departed, taking a refill of his own glass into hand and drinking it upon it slowly, letting the spiced flavor and hint of wooden barrel dance upon his tastebuds. Everything was seemingly in motion and coming together. Shifting his gaze toward the Nekghoul, they dismissed themselves to parts unknown. ******************* With Zalis' arrival aboard the ship, Remo took little time firing the ship up and getting as far as he could from this house, his memory of not a very fond one. Once they were into the upper atmosphere and entering space, the droid looked toward the red haired beauty inquisitively, wondering what transpired with Celteo and where she planned to go next.
  5. Taris laid before them, a sight that made the small astromech droid tremble with slight fear as his gaze sat upon its visage after exiting hyperspace. He had been here before, been here during his time under that Hutt. And even as she mentioned Czerka, he knew it only held a small presence upon the planet compared to the one who truly ruled it from behind the shadows, a hidden flag that forever flew. Whether or not this being would show himself or his reach, he held no clue. Only that he frightened him so. Remo's small mechanical arms reached up briefly, tugging at the sleeve of her uniform in a motion to turn around, answering her question as best as he could in binary, its chirp echoing vaguely "Re-Mo, Re-Mo" as he ached for her to heed his fear. But even then, Remo held a strong feeling that it was lost upon translation. No matter, for a comm soon began to chim. Only, before either could answer it, it came up upon own. ---------- Before the two sat the visage of a crimson haired fellow close to his late twenties, properly dressed in a white dress shirt and a long pipe in his hand as he drew upon its tip, his devilish blue eyes gazing first at the woman and then at Remo. He smirked briefly before speaking. "Hello R3-M0, or should I say Remo now? And a welcoming hello to you as well, Zalis Krales. You've been making quite a name for yourself lately, mi'lady. Please join me for a chat, if you will, at my estate. Coordinates are being transmitted now and clearance is being given." And with that, the visage disappeared as the smirk left his youthful face, coordinates being recieved by the ship's computer that would lead to a lavish mansion upon a cliffside overlooking the vast sea. When they landed, the man would be waiting their arrival, a small escort of only two personal guards clad in grotesque armor, all unarmed of course. Only Zalis would end up going alone as Remo would not accompany her for his own reasons. ((Hope you dont mind the twist. Seeing as we were coming here, I felt we'd reintroduce an old character and have a little fun.))
  6. Remo's lens stared cautiously toward the red haired woman as she spoke, still leery of her due to her sentient species. But that was to be expected considering his past. Yet there was something calming about her, something familiar that translated his ability to trust her. Even as she finished and stood, he ironically felt little doubt behind her motives and quickly accessed the disk she had presented. A small lingering chirp was emitted from his form as he powered down as the disk rebooted his core and began the updates. Initializing Crystal Spark.exe.... Open.... Run.... Crystal Spark Initialized. Remo chirped once again as his programming came back online and he noticed that outside the update, nothing had been tampered with. Relieved, he strolled over beside Zalis and chirped an appreciative "thank you" as he gazed outward into the distant stars as they began to blur into lines of purple and white swirls. They were now on their way. (Forgive the prolonged absence. Holidays and colds do not mix well.)
  7. "Why?" The Empress had the audacity to ask as Remo stripped another sliver of skin, this time from her exposed calf. Thinking to himself, The R3 unit couldn't help but chirp a chaotic laugh before leaning in toward her with a eerie binary cat call as his blades swirled around and slit both of her Achilles tendons clean in two, his binary mind could help but question back. "Why not?" Her glowing red photosensor grew closer as the blades stopped, his electroshock probe running along her form on medium stun to increase pain yet keep her from being completely stunned as the hydrogen gas from the fire extinguisher crept upon her legs, cooling the flesh and causing the stiffness of the hardening cuts to throb and ache. He had full reign over her torture, that was, until Zalis comes him. His gaze shifting back toward the Empress, he sent one last fully powered electroshock pulse into the base of her neck, intent on frying her neural pathways and leaving her paraplegic before he departed. Arriving at the hangar, Remo wheeled in almost happily chirpful. He finally had a chance to release his anguish upon someone, the fleshies whom built and used his kind toward their own goals. His arm reached up, rubbing the place where the restraining bolt once sat, and knowing the damage he had done to the self proclaimed Empress satisfied his hatred for the moment. Rolling up to Zalis, he chirped inaudible questions along the lines of "What's next?" as he came to a stop, his eye glowing red with pleasure. Indeed... what's next.
  8. Returning to Zalis' side, his gaze shifted upon the Empress before them as Zalis laid waste into the girl's chest with her elegant heel. In truth, Remo almost reveled in the action, watching her squirm from the pain, an emotion he would never truly experience himself. But this is why he loved fleshies, meatbags that could experience every horror his databanks could dream up. They were so fragile, so deliciously frail, and if he could drool, he would be doing such at that very moment. Yet some, like Zalis beside him, were so much more. True that they were like any other fleshy, fragile and frail. But they also rose above it. They made it their power, their strength. And in that, Remo had found a semblance of respect for those that were capable of detaching themselves like so. He knew there was something about her that he liked. Shifting his gaze toward her, he made a gleeful chirp as she ordered him to make her scream. His gaze shifting back toward this Empress, his weapons drawn once again, Remo's singular eye glowed a menacing red glow as he thought of the possibilities as Zalis departed, his binary words echoing the horror that he would unleash. But which one to begin? Where to begin? Why not use everything? Oh the questions that crossed his mind. A chirping laugh echoed through-out the containment cell as the archweilder slowly slid up her legs, the cold burning sensation deadening her nerves almost instantaneously. Now the real fun would begin as the circular saw turned on its axis as Remo intended to filet the flesh from her bones, sliver by sliver, hoping she would remain as quiet to him as she had to Zalis. For the strangest of reasons, he wanted to prove himself to this female that led him to this place, and oh the joy he would have if she liked his work. And if all else failed, and the woman before him chose to speak, she would find his electroshock probe to be quite muting, especially if she ended up biting off her own tongue.
  9. Remo stood down partially as the woman's hand fell upon his transparent dome, their words toward each other lost in translation within his binary coding as much as his care to listen in. In truth, to the old droid, they were like mere bickering children, the concept of time lost upon of someone whom did not age. Only the concept of Master and pet managed to reach his thought, memories of his own bondage haunting his circuits. For the woman he had rescued, he felt a kinship. a bond, both free to do as they wished. Yet the other, a proclaimed Empress, Master and Mistress of a dying Empire, the head of the serpent before the two. Remo's gaze turned to Zalis upon his spinning domed head as the Empress spoke her self righteous words toward her, his memories of bondage and slavery flowing through his circuits, a time he did not like, a time he wanted scrubbed from his memory bank. Yet, without that time, there was one truth he had learned, a truth that had made him who he was today, and that was if someone whom is considered a slave has the strength, they can rise above their bondage and have the life they dream of. This Zalis appeared to know and understand the same concept. His gaze unwavering and still set upon Zalis, his stun probe reached out ever so lightly and prodded the Empress(Raven) upon the nose before withdrawing as his mechanical binary echoed a humble "Boop" and his weapons were sheathed. Spinning upon his wheels, Remo removed himself from the trio to settle his nerves. An Empress calling a mercenary a slaver was like calling a kettle black. Money and Power was what decided ones fate, and like Remo's own Master, this Master of an Empire would face her own fall. It was the truth of life. Eventually all those of weakness become strong or die. For ones life is always built upon another's back. It just depends on the justification for how one rises. And justification is only a matter of opinion.
  10. As the Obsidian Phoenix exited hyperspace, he began his decent, using its transponder codes to gain access to the main hanger just as Zalis' words echoed through his clear dome. Shooting his metallic photoceptic gaze toward her, he ended the connection, instead using the code she had given and was directed toward it. Within minutes, the ship entered the personal hangar and settled with a soft thud, the egotistical droid pondering if any fleshies were capable of his skill before he shut her down and headed toward Zalis and her prisoner. Just as he pondered on compensation for his aid, Zalis' nickname sent the R3 unit into a frenzy of binary wording that luckily most could not translate, and made a sound that nearly sounded as if he was trying to teach her his name. "Wre-wro" was what he managed to get out in binary, trying to get across his name of 'Re-Mo', but knew she would unlikely translate it. Still, he was curious about her, how she managed to capture such a prize, and decided to follow her despite his agitation. As the two entered her office, he gazed around, gathering its layout and what it contained, her stature within the Black Sun organization likely high up or else she had other ventures that aided toward her wealth. At least that one thing, they had in common, the like of money and its privilages. And not to mention, she was attractive, for a fleshie. Yet, she managed to butcher his name again, and he simply ignored her and went about his business as he plugged himself in anyways. He was naturally a curious droid, and he wouldnt pass up this chance, even if she held no common binary sense. The thought of replacing her brain with one as superior as his did cross his mind, but very few scientists were capable of such a feat when it came to organic fleshies such as herself. It would take awhile to sort through the files she instructed him to get acquainted with, especially the ones he managed to briefly hack open before they were relocked behind a stronger firewall system. He didnt gather much, mostly personnel files, but his curiosity has gotten the better of him. Before anyone came looking for him, he scurried out of her office and toward the direct she had ventured. When he arrived, she stood over the Imperial Empress, words being exchanged. Just as she spat toward Zalis, Remo charged forth in a threatening manner, the circular saw whirling closely to the Empress' face as his stun probe arched with fully powered electricity at her disrespect, his optimal eye glowing red with anger. Yet, as Remo realized this, he couldn't help but wonder what made him react this way. After all, he had just met this woman.
  11. (Sorry for the wait.) "Took her long enough" Remo computed to himself as the third tread spun him around and he started making his way down the path he had mapped out earlier toward the civilian area of the drive yards. It wasn't far, a few corridors to the east. But by now, the Imperials were in full retreat. Cautiously, Remo made his way down a narrow path before turning down another one to his right, his head spinning about to ensure the woman was following. Every now and then, Remo and the two tag alongs were forced to duck for cover as Imperial deserters attempted to flee came closing in. Had Remo been by himself, this task would have been an easier one as they would overlook a droid. But this woman and her captive, their Empress as the latter had proclaimed, would stick out like a sore thumb. And if he was going to get out of this blasted warzone, they would need to remain unseen. Taking another turn, this time to the left, Remo was slightly surprised when the trio encountered a group of Imperials. As he rocked his form in surprise, the leader almost automatically recognizing the unconscious woman as his beloved Empress, Remo was left little choice. As his circular saw sprouted forth along with his electroshock probe, he made short work of the Imperialists, spinning on his axis, with both blood and lightning engrossing their feeble forms. "Fleshies... pathetic." His binary coding blurped out. And finally they made it to the hanger where the Obsidian Phoenix was docked, Remo having to cut loose the clamp that anchored his repaired ship. It took a few minutes to do so, and in that time, more Imperials showed up, one of the previously encountered ones likely having survived and calling in their position. Lower his boarding ramp, Remo turned toward the two as if saying "let's get out of here" before boarding his own self. As he waited for the other two, Remo fired her up and patched into her mainframe, activating the turrets. Almost maniacally, he began blasting the hanger before turning the ship around and blasting into open space. Now all that was left was for the woman to provide them clearance before her downside blasted them into oblivion.
  12. Ah... the life of a droid. Even amidst the chaos and carnage that had befell the drive yards of Kuat, a droid like Remo was relatively safe, save for the few sadists who thought they could ravage his beautiful frame and scavenge his parts. Those unfortunate few, however, laid behind him in the past, scorch marks upon their necks hidden by the blood and gore that Remo had inflicted using his beloved circular saw. But for now, his frame tarnished in the aftermath, he scooted down the many hallways of the shipyard, chirping as he went. In truth, when the battle had begun, he had recently arrived in the civilian area to have a malfunction in his cockpit's seperate hyperdrive fixed. But just as it was completed, all hell broke loose, and in the panic of fleeing workers and the arrival of militants, he had lost his way. And the few droids he encountered were no more than scrap heaps after they were deactivated and scavenged by the humans they held trust for. But not Remo, no. He held very little trust in his fellow droids, let alone fleshies. Though, he would admit, some played certain purposes very well. But so far, he had only encountered the aforementioned group whom decided to grab what they could in parts and try and split. Only, in Remo, they found more than they could handle. And upon that thought, he found a sense of glee. Finally finding a working console amidst the full out wreckage that the yards had became, Remo managed to gather a map leading back to the civilian hanger where his ship, the Obsidian Phoenix, was docked at. Now he only had to find the most direct path that held the least confrontation, most blast doors sealed due to fires, breaches, and fights all lighting up the board. Finally able to map one out, he merrily went about his way, the retractable third wheel softly squealing in a subtle burn out. Most of the areas he visited along the path remained operable and untouched, like an abandoned colony in the outskirts of the unknown regions. Others held minor life support system and had so much damage that each scorch spoke an individual story. And a few, still held battles being fought, which Remo of course valiantly strolled through.... Okay, okay, he raced through them and hid if he thought he had been noticed. But Remo has his own way of seeing things. Just as he turned a corridor, a nearby explosion rocked the area. Curious, Remo strolled closer as the smoke and debris began to clear. He noticed a few fleshies laying about as he peaked in, and was about to continue on his way when one began to stir. Intrigued, he watched from his perch, noticing the Auburn haired woman shoot one of them in the head and bash the other before restraining her. It was then that Remo saw, or rather heard a way out. The woman obviously was one of the attackers, evident in her comm to her comrades for a ride off the yard. But what intrigued him even more was the mention of an Empress, likely the young female she had just recently bashed and restrained. Remo's ship wasn't far, and if he aided this woman, he could possibly go on his merrily little way with little to no resistance... or die. Though the chances of that were limited considering most fleshies viewed droids like him as little more than walking tools, especially an astromech like himself. Silently he whirled as he considered this path. Decision made, Remo wheeled himself on in, a few beeps and blurts as he waved his arms at the woman in an attempt to communicate as best he could. If she understood Binary, she would notice his mention of a ship that he has access to, and would welcome her aboard. But if not, the keys he jingled before her, complete with fuzzy dice, would suffice, despite they really held no operating function, just something he had picked up off one the bodies he came across.
  13. Character up for grabs. Anyone up for a remodeled R3 unit?
  14. Identity Real Name: R3-M0 A.K.A: Remo, also short for remodeled Homeworld: Nubia Species: Astromech Droid Physical Description Age: 60+ years old Height: 1 meter Weight: Immeasurable Color: White Chassis, Green Trim Dome: Transparisteel Identified Sex: Male Equipment Clothing or Armor: Durasteel Chassis, Rocket Boosters Weapon: Electric Arc Welder, Miniature Circular Saw, Fire Extinguisher, Electroshock Probe Common Inventory: Internal Commlink, Internal Storage Space with capacity of two kilograms, Computer Interface/Lubricant Arms, Capital Ship Linkage Arms, Function Indicators, Sensor Wands, Auditory Sensors, Intellex V Computer, Radar Eye, Electromagnetic Field Sensor Unit, Motorized Treads, Third Tread (retractable), Power Cells, Recharge Coupling, Polarity Sink, System Ventilation, Loudspeaker, Charge Arm Upgrades: Internal Memory and Astrogation Buffer, Self Preservation enhancing added Faction Information Non-Force User Alignment: Lawfully Neutral Current Faction Affiliation: N/A Current Faction Rank: N/A History: Force Side: N/A Trained by: N/A Trained who: N/A Known Skills: N/A Background: R3-M0, or Remo as he is known, was originally an R3 unit for the Republic. But after the rise of Galactic Empire, went on under the service of the Imperial Pilots until he was eventually erased and sold to a Hutt by the name Megal, whom took a fancy toward the droids potiential. It was during his time under Megal that he was upgraded using parts of an R9 unit to house more hyperspace routes for the Hutt’s little smuggling empire. When Megal was dispatched by his majordomo, Draust, Remo managed to escape aboard an unknown freighter and hasn't been seen since. At least, until now. Ship Registration Name: Obsidian Phoenix Class: Freighter Model: XS Stock Light Freighter Manufacturer: Corellian Engineering Corporation Length: 40 meters Armaments: Dorsal Laser Cannons (2), Port side Laser Cannons (2) Armor: Military Grade Anti-Personnel Defenses: Escape Craft Appearance: Black Modifications: Upgraded Sublight Engines, Upgraded Hyperdrive, Cockpit modified to detach with seperate Sublight Engines and Hyperdrive Unit.
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