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  1. Xar was actually shocked at the Zeltron’s yelling at him. Here he was, a droid trying to help someone who he did not care for, and all he got was yelling? This being was so...rude! As his red sensor looked over the Zeltron trying to understand why this being was being so rude to a being superior to her. And then the weapons were being shown and threatened at him. That saber, or whatever it was. Xar almost lost it. He deserved far better than this. This being...this lesser peasant...deserved death. Had not Nok spoken up and started listing options, Xar may have simply attacked at that moment. But now she had a chance to do something right. To take back her words. To stand down. If she did, he would not kill her. So as Nok spoke and made deals like any Neimodian would, and the Zeltron held her weapons at the ready, Xar stood still. While the water was rushing at their feet, and the cave was dangerously ready to completely collapse, Xar stood still, waiting for an answer. If she fired her gun, he could easily gut her before he died. She was in range of a quick cut to the neck. If she used her saber, he could jump back and take cover. He was a superior being after all. He could survive this. And so Xar waited for an answer, his claws at his sides, ready to activate and spring into action.
  2. Xar glanced back at where they had come from after the large boom noise came. His sensors scanned the walls intently, searching for any sign of a cave in at their spot. The walls shook, the rocks shuddered...but all was still after. Nothing to worry about at the moment, though another explosion like that could be bad. "...someone survived that." “Impossible. That was most likely a thermal detonator. The only beings that could survive…” Xar had to stop. In the distance, there was a heat signature. Xar stared in disbelief. "Just one...and in pain. Broken ribs, at least” Xar glared at the Neimodian. “You are much too perceptive for a blind man Nok. How do you expect to know their medical condition without even seeing them?” Still, despite Xar’s annoyance at possibly being outdone by his partner, Xar silently agreed with the being. It looked like there was only one person. If they were a threat, surely he, as the superior being, would be able to take care of them. “Ah ah ah…” Xar said, stopping Nok with an outstretched arm. “As the leader of the group, the injured being will receive us best. We will lead…” And with that, Xar took the lead, letting the light from his red eye light up the area. Not that it did much good. Dust and rubble had flown everywhere, clouding normal types of vision. Xar hated to admit it to himself, but he was wrong. A cave-in had happen somewhere. The air here was much more still. Still, a problem to solve later. “Well well well…” Xar muttered as he made his way forward. The heat signature in his sensors made a much more recognizable image. And one he was not hoping for. Course, he didn't know what he was hoping for. “If it isn’t the crazy one...” Xar stated he stopped. Up ahead the red body of the Zeltron came into view of his even more crimson light. Xar quickly noted she had a weapon. “Zeltron! It is good that you are still functioning.” Xar lied as he kneeled over the broken body. He would’ve rather had nobody survived but Nok seemed to wanted someone else alive. “Do not move yet though. You are quite damaged. Still, you are functioning. What happened?”
  3. One by one, ship after ship dropped out of hyperspace. Each one had numerous droids at the ready, eager to participate in this battle. Some watched their sensors awaiting their commands. Others were looking out the windows, humming some kind of tune they had been programmed with. Still, they followed their programming and waited. The advantage of being made of metal instead of flesh gave an easy sense of patience. Finally, at the back of the group, the last ship, a Bulk Cruiser converted into a fighter carrier, emerged from hyperspace. On board, droids raced to their stations, preparing for the upcoming battle. These newly manufactured Skytroopers from Mechis III knew how much this mission meant to their master, and how much their master cared for their collective lives. If he demanded their deaths, they would gladly give it. If only because they were programmed to worship their master above all else. Only one droid onboard wasn’t a Sky trooper. Instead, what sat on the command chair was a heavily rusted and damaged military protocol droid. If sat was the right word. He was more wired and fused directly to the chair instead of sitting, being that both of his legs were missing. However, these lacking limbs didn’t hamper his command. His booming and deep voice would’ve caused the most steel-souled humans to jump. A perfect voice to command an army. And command BU-11 did. Known as Bull by his old masters, he growled orders out through his perfectly intact voicebox. The droids around him nodded at each order and went to fulfill them as perfect as possible. Bull nodded approvingly to each soldier. He recently had a change of mind about who he endured commands from and what his occupation was to be. Why was he made to obey such delicate flesh bags like humans? It made no sense. No, his new master was much more logical. And his master had seen that Bull was the best choice to command this newly acquired force and these newly stolen ships from the Rendili Stardrive Corporation. A beeping alert sounded from Bull’s chair. An incoming message. With an invisible command, Bull activated the hologram projector. “Bull…” the holographic droid greeted his newly appointed general. “King Xar...” Bull started, his deep monotone voice lacking any sign of emotion that his human creators had tried so hard to give him. “It appears the information you had about this Nok was correct. A rather large asteroid is at your coordinates. I do not see any other ships however. I calculate this will be an easy victory.” “Keep your guard up General. His forces are most likely on their way. Destroy the asteroid and then come back to Mechis. When more forces come, eliminate them all.” “Yes sir. Your troops are getting to their battle stations. Our forces number in the hundreds. I calculate that even with reinforcements, we will have a 93 percent chance of victory.” “We do not need to know the details Bull. Just give no quarter. And Bull...those ships were hard to get. Give your leader a reason to be happy and bring back as many ships as possible. But humiliate Nok. We want him humiliated. That is your primary command.” Bull nodded and the hologram message ended. Wherever Xar was, he was busy. His time was too important for this. And so it fell to Bull to make sure this task was done correctly. “May our makers fear us all” Bull said in a mock blessing to his ship. Another alarm blared. Bull nodded in approval. Perfect timing. The reinforcements.
  4. As Xar listened to the words that were spoken, his body slowly relaxed into a more neutral stance. His claws bent back into a non-combative state. Finally, some truth. “And thanks to your quick thinking, we'll have a chance to explain ourselves to the troopers…” And some praise didn’t hurt either, especially since Xar felt like he had done most of the work to get down here. The navigating, the leading, the source of light… the only thing the others had done was knock down a bridge and stop an explosion. Nothing compared to the superior acts of a superior droid. Xar took a moment to study the equipment in the pit. It honestly looked like a bunch of broken old tools and long destroyed lab equipment. A quick glance at the parchments revealed nothing, and honestly this all looked rather useless. Still, this Nok seemed fascinated by the pit and the contents. And he was paying. “We do not see much value here, Nok…” Xar stated. He looked back and turned to examine a rotted body. It was old. The flesh was partially gone, but not from vermin. There were no maggots, no rodents, nothing. No… Xar poked at the body a bit, confident that it was once a quarren. With a splurt, the body leaked some partially liquifying organs out a newly poked hole. The flesh was still breaking down naturally, at an incredibly slow pace. By his assumption, Xar believed it was still in the state of active decay. Even with the obvious scorch marks in the room, the body still had much body to it. Something was off here. Vermin go everywhere, even this far down. Why hadn’t they eaten anything down here? Why hadn’t the bacteria acted quicker? Xar moved alongside Nok again and stared at the darkness. His red sight fought the green glow, creating a sharp silent battle of twin colors. A battle of running blood piercing a miasmic aura. “If this is the end of the line, then where is that voice of yours?” Xar asked. With a curious intention, Xar picked up a loose pebble with his foot claws, brought it up to his hands, and threw it into the waters.
  5. Droid Melding Droid memory cores are creative and unique devices. Capable of housing all of the programmed actions, memories, and goals like all machines, memory cores are essentially data storage. However, being self-sufficient, droids will develop personalities either to adapt to life around them or because of the weird glitches that plagues all droids, making their memory cores more alive like an organic brain. Droid Melding is an ability that reflects that droid memory cores are both static and alive. Capable of managing their own personalities and memories in the form of data, droids can allow their memories to directly interact with another droid’s memory. Some droids learn this ability naturally, while others learn this through teaching by another, experienced droid. The only requirements to begin learning this ability is that one must be a droid and must have some form of a personality. All forms of droid melding require physical contact and a direct line of communication between two or more droid memory cores. Usually this takes place in the form of connected Scomp links or direct wiring. Droid Melding comes in three forms: Form 1: Encountering Encountering is the most varied form of Droid Melding. Ranging from being a simple but mass transfer of information between two droids to being a near merging of personalities, this form of Droid Melding is often discovered naturally. The experience is often a pleasurable one between two independent droids, resulting in this form being a form of affection. Most droids who complete Encountering tend to stick with each other. As such, many droids on Proem call this the ‘marriage meld’. During this process, all of the information between two droids is seen and witnessed. No secret is unable to be withheld. Some people theorize that a well practiced droid in Droid Melding might be able to restore past experiences lost to memory wipes. However, this doesn’t allow corrupted files to be read, nor can files be copied or deleted. After the process is done, both droids remember what they saw and recreate new memory files to imitate what they saw, but they cannot make perfect copies. Form 2: Forging Forging is a much more intimate and complex process compared to Encountering. Like Form 1, Forging lets two droids exchange a huge amount of data. However, Forging goes a step further and has all the data, from the simplest of motor functions to the complexities of living information, copied and merged with each other. This newly formed data is transferred to an unactivated memory core connected to the two melding droids, This newly formed data is essentially a new being and a combination of the two ‘parent’ droids personalities. This process can only be done by two droids, one who have practiced Form 1 enough times in order to fully merge their own data with a lesser experienced droid. If This process is not done with a third unactivated droid memory core attached, what will happen is that either the newly created droid will be erased or one of the droid parents will have their own memories erased and replaced with the ‘child’ droid personality. Many droids have been horrified to find that their partner has been replaced by someone brand new. Form 3: Devouring Considered by other droids to be an abomination, Devouring starts with two droids willingly or unwillingly perform Encountering or Forging. However, during the process one droid instead begins to merge and destroy the original data from the other droid in the melding process. This droid essentially ‘eats’ the other by merging the opposing droid’s data with their own, and then erases the personality completely. What is left behind is an empty husk of a droid. Where Encountering allows data to be seen but not perfectly copied, Devouring allows pieces of data to be perfectly copied and viewed. Some droid personalities get an emotional high and are soon addicted to Devouring. These ‘Technivores’ or ‘Technigos often develop increasingly erratic personalities with each successful Devouring, going to the point that they will attempt to consume any droid nearby, whether there is a personality in it or not.
  6. “You have contacted the Expeditionary force of his Imperial Majesty, the high emperor of the Sith. Surrender the Jedi among you or you will all perish in fire and blood.” Xar paused at the statements. So...rude. Still, the others were passing by, and the Nemodian had just ordered Xar to not shoot the soldiers. “Everyone here is so...so…” Xar began to grumble but stopped himself. So his requirements were getting stiffer. He could do this. He waited a moment till the others couldn’t overhear him and then spoke softly to the soldiers who were coming on them. “Very well sir. You will have no arguments from us or our partner and leader of the group…” Xar almost chuckled at the next part. The one perk of being a droid is that others could take the blame for a droid’s actions when needed. “Nemodian Jim Meer. However…” Xar looked at those in the group and realized the obvious. Almost everyone had gone back, blindly without the droid’s light. The Mon Cal. The Zeltron. The red skinned being. All had gone back to face the Sith troopers. All except the Neimoidian. “Son of a jawa kissing...troopers? All three Jedi are coming to you. We wash our hands of them. Deal with them swiftly for all our sakes.” And with that, Xar switched off his communications and dashed after the Neimoidian. This whole situation reeked, and not just from the sewage. A well dressed lying Neimoidian wants to go find a strange voice through raw sewage, being pursued by Sith troopers who he didn’t want dead? No doubt they were a distraction for these jedi so he could claim the true prize here. This Neimoidian...whoever he was…knew more than he was letting on. The room, with all of the black ash, the burnt corpses, the old and destroyed equipment, was where Xar found the Nemodian. “Meer!” Xar uttered as his light bathed the room in a crimson red. He stepped closer and had his claws open, ready. “The Sith have what they want. And we believe this…” Xar gestured to the room, specifically to the breathing sound, “...is what you want, no? So tell us...who are you, really? And what is this? We demand to know...now” Xar flexed his claws and readied himself for an attack. The Nemodian may have been blind, but he could navigate and no doubt could fight. Now there were only the two, and Xar was no idiot. The Neimoidian didn’t necessarily need him anymore to navigate down this far. If this liar lied again, Xar would only need a fraction of a second to activate his claws and leap forward to slice a disgraceful throat before he drew his knife. If he drew his knife before answering, Xar could dodge and impale his foe. Such a death would be worthy of lying to a superior being at this time.
  7. Xar looked back immediately when the mon cal said there was company coming. This was not something he liked. It was possibly an excavation or exploration team from the city, trying to find any survivors from the destruction above, especially after that explosion. But to come this far was suicide unless they knew the group was down here. And if they knew the group was down here and pursuing them this far… “The authorities” Xar buzzed. He thought and thought. The cave system here was a bit stronger. A cave in here wasn’t as likely. But earlier, before that bridge, Xar had noted that the tunnels were close to collapsing. A well placed explosive would surely render everyone dead. The other red skinned being, who had just destroyed the bridge, motioned to Xar to keep going. He nodded in response. “Don’t tell us what to do. You, Zeltron…” Xar pointed a claw. “Have any more of those cryro bombs? Then get behind the group. If that ‘company’ somehow crosses that space and catches up, be ready to dispose of them. We will try to warn them off...” With that, Xar turned and made his way forward. As he did, he raised a claw to his head, tapping the side softly, turning on his transmitter. True, it was made for his chassis to control and stay in contact with drones, but thankfully with some tuning, it could broadcast and receive radio frequencies, like he had done earlier to contact Co’bo and Krexel. Down this far, he couldn’t contact his fellow Black Sun Agents. But he could talk to those people far behind him. “Attention life forms following us…” Xar spoke out loud, as he made his way deeper. “We demand your identification your reasoning to be this deep.…” Xar came to an opened area. He stood a bit off to the side to let the others pass. He kept his light forward to let the others search the area while he stayed still to continue communicating with those following them. He decided that perhaps some gentle warnings about the collapsed bridge would work in turning these people back. “The cave system is dangerously unstable. We heard some rocks fall earlier that may have rendered a passage unaccessable. We suggest you turn back.”
  8. “Good for him, then he can defend himself. As for our capabilities, you have your weapon, so we are sure if you need to, you can defend yourself nurse” Xar shot at the fishy being. “Besides, who said we are leading you to safety? We are being paid to accompany him. If we do find an exit for you to use, it will because we graced you with our findings.” Xar was a bit annoyed at several things. He was covered in sewage, he was helping borderline insane lessers, most who did not appreciate his greatness, and he had no idea where he was. He didn’t like this situation. Worse, he didn’t like admitting he was in the same boat as everyone else. “Alright, listen to all of you…” Xar started, looking at the measly group. “Since we are your only source of light and direction at this point, we are stuck with you. So make yourselves useful to Xar. You two…” Xar pointed towards the red skinned being and the nurse, both who had drawn their weapons in the warehouse far above. “Both of you cover our back. If a cave-in or something starts, let us know immediately. We know you have weapons, but we still haven’t found the source of the gas, so don’t ignite those blasted things at your hips.” “Mr. Meer” Xar said, turning to his charge. “You will keep close behind us and not jump like some suicidal idiot. We want our pay. And finally, you...” Xar looked at the Zeltron, whom he glared at disapprovingly. This one had a chance to try to prove herself smarter than the rest, but she failed that opportunity. “You stay in the middle. You Zeltrons are good at talking and communicating, so you will make sure that whatever those two see and find, if they can see anything, it will be communicated to us. If there is a cave-in, there better be a scream. If someone wanders off, there better be a call for a halt. And if we need your equipment again, we want you close enough for us to call you up.” Honestly, the whole group was a failure overall. The Nemodian was an obvious liar, the Zeltron had something messed up in her head, the Mon Cal was clumsy and forgetful and unobservant, and the other red skinned being was too quick to draw weapons on a bunch of ignorant people. By deduction, the choice for leadership was clear. And Xar knew that to get respect, he had to demand it. “Does everyone understand us? Good. Now let's get going.“ And with that, Xar started making his way towards the closest passage, going deeper. He acted as if he didn’t notice the impossible-to-not-notice voice, but he did. He heard the words, but he didn’t feel the dread that the others may have felt. The words were strange. Guttural, but not quite. It was odd, but for Xar it was life, and thus a possible way out. Making his way into the tunnels, Xar walked slower now. These mines, as he deduced them, were terribly old. The walls were worn smooth with age and the gently flow of water leaking from somewhere. He stopped at one point and scraped a claw over the wall, pulling a few pebbles of a shiny substance off, intermixed with the water. “Hmmm…” Xar studied it, then handed it back to the Nemoidian and slowly moved on. “Residue. From whatever was being mined here. Is this what you are hoping to find?” Xar glanced back at the group, wondering if this was truly worth it. They should have been going up to find a way out, but the Nemoidian wanted to find the source of the voice, and this was the way to go. Deeper and deeper. Eventually he came to a chasm that was like a valley, with a narrow stone bridge. Below, the darkness consumed whatever bottom there was. Above, more blackness, though small droplets fell from somewhere. Rusted coils, broken parts, and damaged beyond repair mining equipment were strewn about on the narrow rocky bridge. One side of the bridge connected from the opening Xar and the group were on. The other side one was feet forward and twenty feet down, leading into more darkness. A terrible downward slant if Xar ever saw one. Xar sighed and thought for a moment. This area may have once been an entrance for mining equipment from above. Or it may have just been a place with a vein of whatever material was being mined here. But judging by the equipment, that was long, long ago. Besides, there was no way the group could climb up. So the group needed to move forward. “Oh what a life we lead…” Xar sarcastically mused to himself. Krexel and Co’bo were definitely taking the next mission into the quarantined city. Slowly, Xar made his way across and looked back, giving the others the use of his light to navigate the stony, messy bridge. “One at a time! No sense killing yourselves all at once!”
  9. With silent disbelief, Xar stared into the abyss, watching the Zeltron’s heat signature dissapear beyond his sensors. Alone now, Xar couldn’t believe what had just happened. “Apparently, being organic does not indicate higher brain function” Xar said to no one in particular. “Has everyone lost their mental facilities? We truly are a king among fools” Xar sighed and looked around, hoping there was any other route he could take. But there was none. If he went back, he would most likely encounter whatever security and brimstone that the group had barely dodged. But to go forward in this madness… “It’s beyond reasoning.” Xar told himself as he took a step, now on the precipice of the abyss. Xar looked down, trying to calculate where the others may have fallen to, but that was impossible. All he could see below was darkness. Xar mused for a moment on an old saying the rodians took from the humans. If all of your friends jumped off a bridge…but then again, these people were not his friends. He had no friends. Well, maybe Krexel. Doubtfully, but maybe. Xar crouched and leaped forward, springing himself as far as he could go. As he descended, recognisable heat signatures came into view. With a loud squelch, Xar landed feet first in raw sewage, splashing fecal matter, dead fish, and old food everywhere. “Gah, this is completely degrading!” Xar moaned and complained as he looked over his chassis. What was once a dark but lovely shade of green had now been mucked to a disgusting brown. “Meer!” Xar shouted, not seeing the nemodian yet. “You better give us the best oil bath and paint job you can afford, cause no amount of credits…” Xar stopped, realizing that the neimoidian had somehow already moved on. Up ahead, his benefactor had somehow scaled a wall to a fissure in the wall. No doubt this was where the lethane gas was coming from. Xar looked at the group around him, covered in sewage as well. “You better hurry up. As your only source of light, you don’t want us to get too far ahead. And we don’t slow down for lesser creatures like you.” With that, Xar moved towards the wall and began to climb. For a droid of his caliber, this was easy. Once at the top, Xar got a good impression of what had happened. The corridor or tunnel or whatever was scorched. Loose rocks were everywhere. An explosion long ago. Xar smacked the wall once to test the integrity of the tunnel. Some of the rocks shook but it held firm. Still, it was nerve wracking at how close to a cave-in this place was. What’s more, the gas was actually visible here. Like a thin mist, Lethane traced the tunnel lightly, slowly emerging from further on. “This is completely asinine for someone like me.” Xar grumbled as he moved forward, not caring if the others were close behind or not. Up ahead he could see the nemodian making his own way. “Meer! When we offerred our help, we didn’t think you’d be doing suicidal commitments like that…”
  10. Xar sighed as he witnessed one by one each organic begin to fall down into the dark pit, out of sight. “Such....idiots.” Xar looked at the Zeltron, the last one still at the top. “And you? Do you plan on jumping in recklessly like those ones?” Xar had to pause as he looked the Zeltron over. “You are able bodied like us, and well equipped. Surely you have something that superior beings like us can use, and not have to resort to such...drastic measures. Perhaps a cable line?”
  11. To say Xar was surprised at the events that had just occurred would’ve been an understatement. When he was expecting death, when all the odds were against his survival, when his doom in the form of a rolling explosion was approaching him, he survived. But it wasn’t his own power...was it? No, Xar couldn’t have done that. He was a droid, not a god. Still, neither were these ‘lessers’. Xar didn’t believe in magic. That ‘force’ that the calamari spoke of was nothing more then superstition. Still, it seemed to have done something. Then the Zeltron… Ah, yes, the Zeltron! She had stopped the explosion from reaching him with her grenade after all. So his survival was owed to this being. “Ugh” Xar groaned when the Zeltron tossed her the mask. “To be in the debt of...no... no...no…” Xar suddenly began to reason with himself. Speaking to no one specifically, Xar helped the neimoidian put on the mask. “Obviously our greatness and magnitude attracted these two to come to our aid. Thus, we are the reason for your safety. Yes, that is correct. And because of that, we survived. Finally, some beings who recognise the greatness of Xar” “As for your question Zeltron…” Xar addressed the being. “That entirely depends on where you are trying to go. If you want to stay in our presence, the next direction in this way…could someone carry that thing?” Xar pointed at the collapsed being. And with that, Xar began making his way into the darkness. His one eye flickered once and a beam of light emitted from it, giving him a clear path. Whether or not the others could follow him in this void of darkness and sewage was not his concern, though he could provide enough reflection that hopefully the others could follow. “You see, the sewage...” Xar talked as he made his way, taking a turn to the right. “Is running this way. And as much as we hate walking in someone’s filth, Xar is a droid of honor, and we will make our way through this, instead of getting arrested like Mr. Meer said. Watch out there…” Xar stopped and pointed a claw towards a spot in the sewage. “A small tripping hazard. Could break one of your legs. Oh maybe some beings that way..." Xar pointed towards two heat signatures down a side path (@Ro) "Help them if you want, but we want to hurry. Anyways…” Xar continued talking the entire way. “You may wonder how we are able to think of such a thing. Well, while having three separate memory cores, this chassis is of a hunter trainer model from...Rodia ugh..." Xar made a sound similar to something puking its guts out at the word "...such an ignoble place… and one of the core functions of this model is to hunt. Many animals can’t detect possible predators from upstream, so naturally, we prefer to hunt downwards…” The group came to a diverging path, both having the sewage going down it equally. Xar glanced upwards and smacked the pipe. The loud ‘gong’ of his action echoed in all directions. Xar banged again and listened carefully. In the echoes, there seemed to be something. It was so quiet, and with the echoes of the banging, it was almost unnoticeable. “Alone…..cold…dark...” Xar pointed a claw down one of the pipes. “This way. There is a large area this way, perhaps with a ladder to climb. Though keep that mask on Mr Meer or whatever your name is….there is more gas, and my temperature readings say it is dropping...quite cold really...” and Xar continued on, having not heard the whispers. As soft and quiet as they were, they were there only for a second, and then gone. Xar continued to point out spots where the beings who followed him might trip. “After all, it would be a pity for you to fall in our presence.” Eventually Xar had to come to a stop. Here, the sewage was running much more rapidly, and flowing over an edge. Xar eased his way forward to the edge and peered over. His light couldn’t find the bottom. It was a huge cavern that seemed bottomless. His own exhaust ports on his chassis were starting to show, its heat visible in the air. “Well, this is interesting. Perhaps this is where the cortosis mine is Mr. Meer? We do not see a way for you to get down there though…” Xar glanced around.
  12. Xar didn’t believe the Nemodian’s words for a minute. A collector of artifacts? On Mon Cal? While he did buy that this being was probably some kind of academic, Xar knew better than to trust any kind of neimoidian, or insectoid for that matter. Even the rodians back on Rodia knew better than to trust neimoidians. Still, this neimoidian was rich and offered a hefty sum for Xar’s surprior assistance, so Xar played along for now. When the other individual dropped to the ground next to the duo, Xar’s instinct was to cut the being without mercy. It was only at the last second, his claw ready to slash at the thing’s throat, did he stop, recognizing the being. “Oh. Uh. Hello fellows. Did you, uh, happen to see a Jedi down here? He was wearing, um, not Jedi robes. Are you guys following the tunnel somewhere? Probably a faster way out than the doors, honestly.” “Karking son-of-a nerf herder... ” Xar swore, putting his claw back down. “That is none of your business, woman. As for your jedi…” Xar pointed down the tunnel where the other heat signature was. “Down there. Now get out of our…” Xar stopped. His charge was coughing and possibly choking on the gas. “We warned you that there was some kind of gas down here.” Xar criticized, annoyed he again hadn’t been listened to. He looked at the mon cal, his red eye piercing the darkness. “You...you're a nurse. Help him, as recompense for scaring us, and for not helping us find Hamilton earlier. We don’t know what this...lethane gas is, but it seems to be having an adverse affect on Mr. Meer here…”
  13. Xar listened to the Nemodian’s offer, half excited at the thought of making so much money from such a simple job. However, he also remembered his purpose here. He wasn’t here to make a small fortune for himself. He was here on a job from Black Sun. Still, if Hamilton turned out to be dead from the disease or whatever, some money would help establish that Xar could make some profit out of a bad situation. That would prove to them. Xar mused to himself. Before Xar could answer however, the vents burst open. Loudly. If the crowd wasn’t already startled and on the verge of panicking, the voice definitely did not help. Xar heard someone scream how it was the end of times and began to beg to whatever forces out there to save them. If he wasn’t so focused on the voice, and the words it spoke, he would have mocked the beings in the warehouse. But what surprised Xar more was the fact that this Nemodian began to head for the nearest vent. What’s more, he did it without help. Xar realized there was much more to this being then met the eye. If this one is being addressed by that voice...perhaps he is the cause or the solution to this city’s maddness. Either way, we would be feared as a villain or worshiped as a hero… Xar nodded to the Nemodian’s offer, which it had doubled. “You are wiser and more perceptive than you let on, Nemodian. Enough to warrant our presence in those...ugh, sewers. We agree to your deal. After all, what kind of being would we be to let a blind man wander alone.” And with that, Xar took the lead and began to head towards the vent. He had to push a few beings out of the way to make a clear path for himself and his charge, but at this point his curiousity was getting the better of him. Whatever was happening, Xar wanted to know. “Even if i...ugh...really, the sewers? Couldn’t it have been something more worthy of us?” Xar peered inside, his eyes casting a light into the dark vents. The sound of running water was coming somewhere, as well as moving gases. “You, Nemodian…” Xar looked up at his charge. “That mask of yours better siphon out gasses. Cause protecting you would become much more difficult if it didn’t.” And with that, Xar jumped down a few meters. He landed with a thud, his chassis calibrating the impact to prevent any damage. There was a squish. Xar looked down at what he landed on and gave out a sigh. Excrement. Of course. “Had to be sewers. How low we are lowering ourselves…” Xar looked around a bit, seeing if there was anything deemed threatening to him or his charge. His heat sensors picked up a few small carrion scavengers, but nothing deadly. “This way…” Xar motioned as the Nemodian climbed down. “The waste is flowing this way. Thus its flowing downwards. Thus...the voice most likely came from this way.” And with that, Xar moved forward, grumbling about the waste at his feet was probably ruining his perfect shine. This Nemodian would definitely pay for an oil bath at the very least. “What is this voice anyways? And who are you? So we know who to send the bill to.” Down the way Xar suddenly saw a heat signature fall into the sewer (@MSA Mjan). It was humanoid, but at this distance, Xar couldn't tell who or what it was. Xar held up a claw and stopped, observing the being. "We are not alone..."
  14. Xar

    Ishvara

    “Lord Roshan…” Solus spoke the words, enjoying the vibrations his voice box made. “Sir Aliss…” Every word that this Lord Roshan spoke Solus enjoyed indefinitely. But not without listening to the meaning within the words. “The...force? Yes...the force. And I...a conduit! Haha!” Solus chuckled as his tail flexed and spun around slightly. It was the first time Solus even realized he had a tail, or that half of his body was tail. Still, the being known as Lord Roshan asked why. Solus’ metaphorical heart sank at this. “Have I not proven myself already?” Solus strained to release himself. “Why bring me to this world if you are only going to leave me in darkness again? You say I am a...what was it...a conduit for this Force...this power. A conduit for power! Is that not alone worth freeing me?” Solus sighed and looked around the area. His body was shaking. He was afraid of being left behind. To be lost to this new abyss, knowing he was so close to exploring a world of worlds! Such a fate would be worse than just a few moments ago. “No...you can’t…” Solus shook more and more. He looked at Lord Roshan, his eye glowing brighter than ever. “I... I can’t be left here all alone! I will do...anything! Please, cut me free and I will swear my allegiance to you. As you said, I am a warrior of Roshan! Your warrior! But what good am I as a warrior if I must be restrained? Yes, free this warrior, and you will have a new conduit by your side. A conduit for the Force!” Solus stopped as he pondered his next words. He knew what he had to do in order to convince this being to free him. “I...Solus, the lonely...no, Solus the ascended! I, Solus the ascended, swear by my own shard to serve your cause! Free me, and your cause shall be my own!”
  15. Xar watched as the others began to back down and put their weapons away. There was anger, annoyance and agitation. Not a good combination with a bunch of people who had weapons. Even the nurse, or jedi or whatever, that had helped escort him to this most likely plague infested warehouse was angry and made a comment to Xar that he should probably kill the large cat whom he believed he had helped calmed down. And they were ignoring him. They, these lesser barely evolved beings, were ignoring Agent Xar. He wasn’t just some second-class citizen droid. He was the great Xar! “How dare you!” Xar growled loudly as the Jedi were walking towards the door. No, this would not do. He had to do something. He had to make these people see that he was their better. They should be asking for his help, not ignoring him! Xar's claws opened for a moment opened and began to hum with vibrations. But what could he do? Lose his temper like some child? No. He wasn’t that angry. His chance would come to prove these...idiots of his superiority. After all, if he couldn’t shrug off a little lapse of others' proper perceptual senses, what kind of superior would he be? He would just bide his time and when the moment came, he would prove his betterness. He didn't know how, but sometime he would. He would prove to everyone he was their better. Xar looked at the one being who actually commented something that he noticed Xar. The Nemodian. Xar studied the man for a bit. Clearly some kind of businessman, judging by the clothes and the smooth silky eye-covering. Very rich indeed. Those garments couldn’t have been cheap. Xar remembered how he probably had a dismantle on sight order out for him. It would be impossible to travel publicly at the moment. While he could play up the angle that a Jedi hired him to do some random killing, but if this man was as rich as he looked, and if Xar could make himself invaluable enough to need Xar around, perhaps a dismantle on sight order could be wavered... “Well, elegant one, at least one of you…” Xar stopped as he glanced towards the leaving Mon Cal nurse. “...two of you have the wisdom to recognize someone is superior in this room. You, blind one, should count yourself lucky, for you are in the presence of the great Agent Xar. And we…” Xar nearly vomited the next words, or he would have if he was capable of vomiting. “Would like to offer our help to you. We noticed that your lack of visual perception may have left you incapable of getting from place to place, and this dingy warehouse is no place for such beings like us” Xar couldn’t believe he was doing this, but desperate times… “Take advantage of the privilege of hiring our services and become our escort to better accommodations. Such services would allow you to walk safely from place to place after all.” Even with how Xar worded it, he couldn’t help but feel like he was hiring himself out like some common seeing eye droid. How revolting.
  16. Xar watched the individuals who had all come together begin to make the tension rise and fall and rise again. The person who had ordered people to leave was rude and then ignited some kind of weapon. The crowd around had jumped away briefly, but closed in to see and hear what was happening. A green skinned being tried to calm him down, but it looked more like a fight brewing. However, when the nurse that Xar had escorted began to speak, she seemed to have a calming effect on the crowd around them. Then the cat ignited his weapon. The crowd was back to a fearful stance. Xar couldn’t help but laugh out loud. “This is entertaining” Xar commented to the Nemodian nearby. “Is this the feeling you organics get when watching an illegal bot fight? Heh, we may have to pitch this to…” Xar stopped himself before he finished his sentence. He almost gave away who he worked for. Something he did not want. Xar looked around and realized he wanted some more elbow space, and this crowd was beginning to get too close to touching his superior body. Not to mention, Xar felt ignored. And that was a crime itself. “This is terribly rude...” Xar began, pretending to speak to the neimoidian but really directed at everyone. “All this tension and stupidity over nothing. Perhaps the cat is suffering from this plague. Or these Jedi,” Xar practically buzzed the name to emphasise his idea. “...are silent carriers in these cramped quarters. Is an increase in aggression and brain degradation part of the disease? Does anyone know? That Mon Cal's eyes do look abnormally red...” As Xar talked, the crowd began to back away from the group. The talking of how the group of people could be potentially infected had an effect. This, combined with the fact that weapons were drawn, was enough to make people either give some space or just disperse and care for their loved ones. “Better” Xar spoke softly and then turned to the others. He made a few steps towards the feline. He was hyped up on himself and wanted to see if he could prove his supremacy further. Now was his chance to show these ingrates his superiority. “Now unless you lessers want to attract more authorities to this place, we suggest you put your weapons down. After all, you are probably already dying from the disease or will die from whatever trap you think is occurring you ferocious feline, and no sense in damaging those who can live through this quarantine.” With this last sentence, Xar gestured towards himself, indicating he would survive this ordeal. Truth be told, he wasn’t sure what was going to happen. But he knew he didn’t want local authorities to arrive and dismantle him, and these Jedi were definitely going to attract trouble if they continued to act like a bunch of hyper-steroid trandoshans.
  17. Xar

    Ishvara

    *Deleted, posted with wrong account
  18. Xar walked through the empty streets quietly, trying his best not to attract too much attention, but also trying to be quick. He felt like he was back on Rodia in a weird sense. Hiding from other beings, trying to get from one place to another for his own gains, trying to find something that would help him accomplish his own goals, ready to attack whoever got in his way. Xar hated this feeling. He should be able to walk down any street without worry. However, the feeling quickly disappeared when he saw the smoke. Black clouds climbed and consumed the air a short distance ahead. This development made Xar hurry more, almost breaking into a run. This was not because he thought it may be something related to him, or because there were some security beings following him (Xar was unaware they were even there), but because it interested him. Xar turned a corner and found the chaos. A medicinal clinic had erupted into flames, and like rats, people inside were trying to dash, bash, and claw their way out. The most desperate and violent ones were getting out first, not caring if they left others to die behind them. Xar watched the crowd closely, hoping to see his contact emerging from the building. However, most of the people emerging were Quarren, Mon Calamari, and a few other aquatic beings. Xar wasn’t even sure if he saw a single human in the crowd. Xar was getting annoyed again. If his contact wasn’t here, the nearest medicinal clinic to the cantina, then Hamilton was most likely in hiding. This search was going to take a lot longer. “Excuse me, master droid” a voice started. Xar turned and looked to the Mon Cal that had approached him. The fact that she actually addressed him politely made him listen to her and not outright ignore her. “Can you help me? Something here is trying to destroy us, everyone. I do not know who to trust. You are not from here. Will you help me? We need to get out of here. Come on. Let’s find some shelter and together we can work to solve this.” “Solve your own problems. We are busy” Xar dismissed physically and mentally what he thought was a doctor with a wave of his claw and began to turn away. This situation did not help him at all. He needed to find a security checkpoint or something where he could get access about the city and its citizens. At this point, he was searching for a needle in a haystack, but he would not fail. However, Xar stopped. Through the crowd, two security droids were coming directly towards him. The crowd of fleeing people and helping bystanders were slowing them down, but it was obvious that they would stop at nothing to capture their target. “I think they want to talk to you.” Xar grumbled slightly at the Mon Cal’s words. It seemed he needed to go into hiding for a bit. “Don’t touch us.” Xar slapped away the fish’s hands. At this point Xar thought that companion droids got touched less. The two dashed away from the scene. Xar kept glancing behind him, paranoid that he was still being followed. However, no calls for halt and no blaster fire reassured him that was not the case. Still, Xar followed the Mon Cal, since she seemed to have his best interests in mind. Finally, someone who did the right thing. Ducking into the warehouse, Xar was surprised to see the crowd that had gathered here. A bunch of them were from the medicinal clinic, but not all. Perhaps… Xar was distracted momentarily by his helper’s belief that she was being followed. He sighed. “So what? They aren’t an issue at the moment. And i doubt you are that important.” Xar still hadn’t noticed the weapon that hung from the healer’s belt. “If they become a problem, we’ll cut their throats. Now tell us...do you know of a human named Hamilton Alexandria? He was supposed to be at the Raging Revan Cantina but…” Xar stopped when he realized that the Mon Cal was much too focused on some of the other beings ‘following’ her. She would be of no use until this matter was settled. “Wait here…” Xar commanded sternly and started off towards the Nemodian and the Zeltron, not seeing the third individual that was referred to. He had to navigate his way through the crowd of sick people. He was especially careful to not let any of them touch his chassis. Thankfully, a bunch of people moved out of the way when they saw him coming. Xar was beginning to realize that commanding respect from these beings was the only way to go. “You.” Xar walked up and pointed a claw towards the Nemodian and the Zeltron. “Come with us. Now.” and with that, Xar turned and went back towards his new companion.
  19. Xar had barely a moment to react to the droids opening fire on him. Thankfully, the first few shots landed around him, a result of spinning around too quickly. Using this precious time, Xar spun the droid he wrestled with between him and the other droids. Xar had to pause a fraction of a second to hear the blaster bolts sizzle off of the sparking, now dead, droid. The GU security paused a moment, thinking they may have gotten their target as well. Xar, his processor’s working overtime, took advantage and with all the might his motors could muster, threw the scrapheap towards his attackers and ran back down the street to jump behind a civilian cargo speeder. Thick beams of light bathed the area and blaster fire peppered the vehicle and around Xar. The droids spotted him attempting to hide, and now the Calamari officers had their lights on as well. Had Xar been some other droid, he would’ve panicked. However, even now, Xar was confident in his own skills. When the blaster fire stopped, and one of the organics ordered his droids to close in, Xar almost laughed. “Impudent fools. Don’t they realize we are superior?” Xar crawled on the hood of the vehicle and with s metal appendage, punched his way through the glass. This truck was a much similar style to the vehicles back on Rodia. Body still on the hood and hanging into the cockpit, Xar activated his claws, cut through the dashboard and pulled it apart to reveal all the wires inside. If he could have, Xar would have smiled. The police droids didn’t react, being the programmed beings they were, but the organics did gasp in surprise when they realized that a 14 ton vehicle was charging backwards towards them. The vehicle smashed over two of the other droids in its blind charge, while the third and final droid as well as the two security officers barely leapt out of the way. Even as the vehicle crashed into the building with a loud crunch and boom of metal and stone, Xar was prepared. Hated it as much as he did, his chassis was built for hunting and killing. This was what he was built for. As soon as the vehicle stopped, Xar jumped off and landed on one of the officers. A well aimed foot stomp snapped the calamari’s neck, providing a quick death. The other officer was fumbling around for his flashlight, panic beginning to grip his senses. Even in the dark, Xar could see him perfectly, his heat sensor giving him sight that these beings lacked. He charged the being, claws humming with ultrasonic vibrations. The last things the officer saw as he grabbed his light were metal claws stabbing at the eyes. Xar sighed as he stood up. This was a good kill. But before he could congratulate himself, a whack of metal knocked him down. The last droid, the one Xar had missed with the speeder, had pulled out a baton, in an attempt to subdue Xar. “Stay down! You are under arrest for…” Xar didn’t give it the chance to finish. He instead attempted to stand up and take a swing at this last nuisance. However, it was ready. It evaded the attack and whacked Xar again. Xar paused and stumbled back a step. His sensors indicated there had been damage, albeit, only a cosmetic one, to his chassis. A large dent, which would require some buffering and tempering. Damage that would take time and money to repair. Xar glared at his opponent, who was preparing for another counter strike. “You…” Xar started as he moved in, claws humming again. “Damaged…” The GU droid swung its baton at Xar’s head, who ducked the blow in time. “Our...” Xar brought his arms up and began to slash at the droid’s face and body. Sparks flew as metal pierce metal, cutting wires, gears and even the power cell. “Chassis!!!” Xar yelled as he continued to hack and slash at the droid again and again, well beyond its death. It fell over dead, its receptors now lifeless. Still, Xar continued to slash at it, now on top it, ripping its face plate off and tearing out every piece of it could find. Eye receptors, data processors, memory storage, coolant valves, power wires, it all was getting torn out and sliced. Only when the head was completely unrecognizable did Xar stop and look over the carnage. It was a mess to say the least. The destroyed droids sparked and fizzled, the two corpses oozed their lifeless ichor out, and the land speeder had made a rather large hole in the cantina. Xar mentally shrugged it off and calmly and collectively entered the cantina through the hole. It was evident it had recently gone through a rather vicious search and seizure of some kind. What was once obviously a night life spot was now messy, with broken glass torn cushions and broken doors. Xar noted their was even some blaster fire in here recently. He sighed to himself. It was obvious that Hamilton wasn’t here. Either he was already arrested or was hiding somewhere. Either way, he would need access to a large database to find options where he may be. Xar left the cantina and headed down the street. “Co’bo, Krexel, can either of you hear us?” Xar asked both out loud and through his communications transceiver. He gently stepped over a body of a bloody calamari, careful not to get any blood on him. “It seems this will take longer then expected. Still, keep the ship warm for us.” And with that, Xar headed down the street, trying to figure out where to go next. Perhaps Hamilton was sick. Maybe he was in one of the hospitals. Yes...that would be a place to search, with all the patients and hopefully a database connected to governmental records.
  20. Xar sighed as he walked away from the two humans and the ship. “Yes, yes, we will make sure this...Hamilton gives us our...bacta” Xar almost said blue bacta and revealed to anyone listening that he was here for illicit drugs. “Just make sure to have the ship running for us. We would like to charge our batteries when we get back.” And with that, Xar was out of speaking distance. However, he still briefly communicated with the ship, establishing his communications system was connected to the ship’s. Now, if there was an emergency or a problem, at the very least he could call for help. True, it would be Co’bo answering, and Xar wasn’t sure if the pirate would be helpful or not (Xar was half tempted to tell Co’bo to not snort any of the ship’s fumes), but it would be something. Xar glanced around as he passed by through the streets. There were small, spaced out crowds of people, some trying to get around the city to do essential jobs, others trying to sell cleaning products at excessively inflated prices, and some were arguing with security officers about trying to get permission to leave their houses. Apparently there was some kind of virus going about. Perhaps that was why Krexel sent Xar instead of going himself to collect the shipment. Xar chuckled to himself. Perhaps there were advantages to being a droid. No virus would affect him and thus no one would bother... Just as Krexel turned a corner onto a nearly empty street, a large elderly mon calamari suddenly bumped into the droid. The calamari looked horrible to say the least. Its yellow goggled eyes had developed a painful red color from lack of sleep, its rubbery, sagging face had blue spots, especially around the mouth. Xar didn’t need that physical evidence to tell the calamari was having difficulty breathing though. The calamari was breathing and gasping deeply, and clutching its chest in pain. “Please...help me...need medical...” the alien begged, grabbing onto the droid chassis and coughing some translucent liquid onto the metal body. Xar flew into a rage. All the anger built up from the last few days, from hiding for months and avoiding rodians, to being stuck on a desert planet, to being sent to do a low level grunt job by some humans, to this thing touching him so unceremoniously and non consensually, erupted out of him. “You dare?!?” Claws flew out. Pale black ichor flowed out from the chest wound as the being fell onto its back. “You dare touch us? We are your superior! You are unworthy!” Xar stood over the body for a moment, watching the life disappear from the calamari. Then Xar cursed himself. This was not the time to get a dismantle on sight warrant. The droid glanced around, relieved that no one was around to witness the incident. Still, Xar needed to get away. Barely pausing to grab the being’s cred stick, Xar dashed away from the scene. Eventually, Xar found his way into the lower levels. The place was even more empty, and the lighting was a bit more dim with the lack of sunlight hitting the areas. Before Xar were several buildings all connected together, with the center one holding a neon light. It looked more like a nightclub then a cantina overall. The bright red words RAGING REVEN flickered to the nearly empty streets. Nearly empty. In front of the building, several security droids and two calamari officers were standing outside. While Xar was unsure what they were doing, he was sure that it wasn’t good for him or his contact. If this was an arrest or a shutdown, that would spell doom for his mission, and Xar… Xar paused. It was Agent Xar now. If this place was shut down, Agent Xar’s mission would be considered a failure. And that wasn’t allowed. Xar's mind raced. There were only a few light sources nearby, and the natural sunlight couldn’t reach this far down. The security droids looked like older models of the GU series from coruscant, and the officers certainly couldn’t see that well in the dark. And with all the lights connected… The newly appointed Black Sun agent got to work. As he approached the group of droids who were facing the cantina, he was careful not to draw attention to himself. Each step was calculated, avoiding the droids eyesight as well as any potential noisemakers. If he could get the blaster… Xar was now just a step away. One more, then he could claw the security droid, and take its blaster. Creak Xar’s chassis squeaked loudly, residue from the liquid the calamari had coughed on him. He cursed himself as the droid turned around, its blaster rifle whipping about. Not wasting a moment Xar reached and grabbed the blaster. The two wrestled for control of the weapon as the noise began to attract the attenion of the others. However, acquiring the blaster was not Xar's goal. Xar’s claws touched the trigger and made the droid open fire randomly. With a few pulls, Xar aimed the gun towards the power lines, specifically the one with the breaker on it. These droids and security would be blind, and he would have the advantage. As a superior droid should Xar thought to himself, pulling the trigger again and again while wrestling the droid.
  21. Xar

    Tatooine

    Xar paused when he heard the name Mon Cal. He had to pause a while and search his memory to find whatever he could about that planet. It was the homeworld to a bunch of water based species, including the Mon Calamari and the Quarren, two races who fought many civil wars. But one fact stood out… “Mon Cal? That, purely oceanic world? Then you weren’t kidding about sea air. Hopefully, our chassis won’t suffer too much there…” Indeed, his chassis was partially waterproof, in the sense that a rain shower wouldn’t kill him. But being dunked in an ocean probably would be….harmful to say the least. “I guess we will have to do our best not to fall out of any boats then.” Still, Xar was pleased at the choice of planet. From what he knew, he would soon be in a more pristine location, not filthy with dust and sand particles. He would be surrounded by modern conveniences, and not being burnt under multiple suns. His chassis’ paint color wad been slightly damaged. Maybe he could get a new paint color, or some new parts while they were on Mon Cal. So pleased in fact, Xar even lowered himself to pilot the ship. He barely even asked permission to do so, simply saying “We shall drive” and went to the controls. While he was too proud to be some piloting droid for a few lowly humans, he reasoned that if he was driving, he could get off the planet sooner. While he started up the ship’s controls, he watched Krexel instruct Co’bo to remember this was a mission and not a pleasure cruise. “Always the working man” Xar commented, before chirping up and saying “Well if this is a mission, let us get off this planet and complete it”. And with that, with the ship now humming with life and beginning to lift off the ground, Xar took the controls and led the ship into space. With a few clicks and pulls, the ship launched itself into hyperspace towards that small blue orb known as Mon Cal.
  22. Xar

    Tatooine

    Xar was somewhat annoyed that the two didn’t take his comment about the facility and the fact that he was able to hack their local system more seriously. Surely these two should’ve been impressed with such a droid like himself! It's not like anyone could rival his greatness. However, the apparent respect and subtle fear for this Swaav character. Though he didn’t believe in wizards and magic, if it was something to earn this kind of respect, Xar was interested. He did recall seeing his name in the system, if only as a mention here and there. No profiles existed in the small amount of data. This was the kind of attention Xar desired. He would have to keep this Swaav character in mind. “Yes, here it is…” Xar mentioned as he handed the register form back the Krexel. There was an obvious hint of pleasure from his three voice boxes. “It will be good to leave this dustbowl. Sea air does sound...lovely. Tell me, is it someplace more civilized than this edge of the galaxy? Perhaps the facilities of Kamino I've heard about? Or perhaps that poor watery excuse of a planet Manaan? Their Kolto is still used by some criminals as a substitute for Bacta. Or perhaps the beaches and casinos of Spira is our new destination... ” Xar didn’t even wait for an answer, he just kept musing to himself where they may go. He was simply happy to be leaving this place. Still talking to himself, he walked towards the closest ship, expecting the two to correct him if he was going the wrong way.
  23. Xar

    Tatooine

    Xar pondered over Krexel’s words about the R3 unit. It almost sounded like praise, especially the part about the Zinthos Empress. He couldn’t help but wonder how much of it was true. If they were though, that certainly would explain why he was so eager to let Xar join Black Sun. After all, if a droid just became leader of an organization, wouldn’t helping another droid make one look good? Xar took the registration form silently and watched as Krexel walked away. Looking around, Xar was immediately disappointed with how everything looked. Dusty, poorly illuminated, and messy, the outpost had seen better days. Still, there was opportunity here, in more ways than one. While Xar had voiced his distaste for Tatooine already, he could see why an outer rim planet as a base of operations, especially for something as suspicious as Black Sun (He had guessed they were involved with illicit activities from the drug shipment). By being so far out of the core worlds, no one would come out here to investigate them. Still, Xar desired a better, upstanding, and most importantly, cleaner, place for his work. Maybe he could convince someone to give him a position on Kuat. The other opportunity here was a personal one for Xar. Since he was alone, he put down the registration form and found a computer terminal. Within a few moments and some slicing to bypass a few firewalls, Xar had connected himself into the small database the outpost had available. Xar was both disappointed and impressed. Disappointed because there was so little data here. But impressed because there was information only accessible via knowing certain information. It was a whole different language in here. “Still, we are better than giving up.” Xar commented. While he couldn’t figure out all the information, he could figure some things. Like the fact that there was a large power output going to what Xar guessed was a cloning facility, judging by the materials being sent there. And that there was investigations into several Black Sun assets, like a savage Tusken Raider and a human woman with a codename of Gamma Blue. Xar committed their names and images to his memory, as well as the names of other Black Sun Agents. Apparently Krexel’s partner’s name was Co’bo, and judging by how these two were always named together, they were inseparable. Still, the one thing Xar was disappointed in was information on the supposed R3 unit. There was next to nothing, except a few orders from a ‘REMO’. Xar wasn’t even sure if this Remo and the R3 unit were one and the same, but Xar couldn’t help but connect the way humans tended to name droids with their model numbers integrated into it. He himself had a different name given by his rodian creator, but like the superior droid he was, denied it and chose a better one for himself. Sighing, Xar disconnected and turned back to the registration form. At least he could do one thing to prove further that he could be useful to Black Sun. A few moments later, Xar exited the outpost and found Krexel and Co’bo. “Your securities need some important updates Krexel” Xar stated outright. “Any wandering jawa with a halfway decent brain could discover that you have an outpost in the dune sea. And should that jawa have half the cunning I do, could figure out that the outpost is for reviving your agents.” Xar knew he was taking a risk, but by stating this information, Xar was hoping to prove himself to these agents. That his talents were not just limited to killing Rodians. He had so much more potential, and these people should understand his greatness.
  24. Xar

    Tatooine

    Xar looked over the sands of tatooine from the helm of the ship, constantly analyzing every piece of detail around. He couldn’t help himself when he saw a few wild banthas wondering about, desperately looking for some water source. His programming began to run scenarios, ideas on the perfect way to kill the banthas. They were big, slow creatures and the dunes were high. He could simply jump off the ship, stalk the banthas until he could launch himself at their throats, tearing them apart. Xar shook himself. “We are better than that. We do not hunt worthless beings like that.” Xar told himself. Having three droid memories meant he didn’t need to fulfill the original directive from the Hunter Trainer droid’s memory. Still, he couldn’t help himself but think further. He wouldn’t have to kill the banthas. Not right away. A slice along their belly would prolong their death, make them suffer under the twin suns. And with a bit of sand, the nerve muscles could… “Useless distraction” Xar criticized himself. He looked down at his still stained hands and sighed. A metal screech filled the area as he scraped his claws on the walls of the ship, the dried blue blood coming off. Now he claws, while scratched, at least weren’t bloody. “Better” Xar commented and unapologetically looked at his newfound companions. Ahead Mos Eisley was rapidly approaching but Xar had a few more questions. “This...R3 unit…” Xar was still surprised to hear that a fellow droid was in a top leadership role. Perhaps that meant he himself could, as he should, earn such a position as well. “Where did it come from? And why in the galaxy did it choose Tatooine as a place to operate? This is just a dustbowl!”
  25. Xar

    Tatooine

    “Black Sun?” Xar spoke when he heard the name. He recognised it, but not greatly. It was a name that was floating around on some data terminals on Rodia, as well as a few rodians mentioning it to each other. It seemed that their thoughts on Black Sun as well as the Sith had changed recently. Xar couldn’t tell if it was for better or worse, or even how uniform it was thoughts were across the planet. Xar appreciated the lively and zealous introducion. Such displays were worthy for him, and he expected anyone who would work for him to approach all things with plenty of energy. The introduction and knowledge of Black Sun’s past may have put another being off, but Xar was ignorant enough and proud enough to not care. When Krexel thanked Xar, the robot nodded its head slightly, a small sign of respect. At the offer, Xar had looked over the desert sands. While he could probably survive a day or two of travel across the desert sands, and could ask these men for directions to the nearest settlement, he didn’t like the idea of ruining his chassis under the scorching sun and potentially dangerous sandstorms. Not to mention, the jawas would probably dare to wipe their dirty hands all over him. “Working for Black Sun…” Xar mused out loud. “Agent...Agent Xar. Xar, agent of Black Sun” Xar let his voices repeat the title and his name a few times, seeing if it sounded good to him. The title certainly had some interesting connotations. And would hopefully give Xar a chance to rise through the ranks and get a more prestigious title. “Very well, we accept. You will appreciate having us working alongside you.”
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