Percival Io
Missionary Man
The three of them were drawing stares.
Percival could sense the eyes of the other patrons upon him and his brothers. Most were probably just curious—after all, it's not every day you see identical triplets seated at a table in a no-name bar. Never mind that these weren't triplets in the traditional sense, but copies of the same bio-organic droid created by accident. Others among them were probably thinking of the reward for a bounty that had recently been placed on Percival Io's head.
Whichever one of the trio was the "real" Percival didn't matter. After all, who could tell the difference?
His green eyes scanning the crowds to see which one of them would make a move first, Percival was only half-listening to the conversation between his two copies, Scott and the newly-dubbed Galahad. At least, until Scott addressed him directly.
"So what's going to happen now? Are you gonna jam us all together and hope for the best? Copy our memories and dump us?"
"You picked a stupid location to discuss this," Percival replied dryly. "We're being watched."
"Yeah, but our brother here clearly needed a drink." Scott pointed across the table to Galahad, who sat staring numbly into his glass.
"I just want to go home," Galahad whispered.
"The second we go back, the pressure will be one," Scott countered. "They'll want us to make a decision. We can't all be Percival Io, so what are we going to do?"
"Right now we're going back to the ship," Percival replied, standing up. In addition to the sword slung across his back, he carried a holstered pistol and a lightsaber on his belt. Neither of his copies were so well-armed, but they all stood out like sore thumbs as they started to make their way toward the nearest exit.
Percival could sense the eyes of the other patrons upon him and his brothers. Most were probably just curious—after all, it's not every day you see identical triplets seated at a table in a no-name bar. Never mind that these weren't triplets in the traditional sense, but copies of the same bio-organic droid created by accident. Others among them were probably thinking of the reward for a bounty that had recently been placed on Percival Io's head.
Whichever one of the trio was the "real" Percival didn't matter. After all, who could tell the difference?
His green eyes scanning the crowds to see which one of them would make a move first, Percival was only half-listening to the conversation between his two copies, Scott and the newly-dubbed Galahad. At least, until Scott addressed him directly.
"So what's going to happen now? Are you gonna jam us all together and hope for the best? Copy our memories and dump us?"
"You picked a stupid location to discuss this," Percival replied dryly. "We're being watched."
"Yeah, but our brother here clearly needed a drink." Scott pointed across the table to Galahad, who sat staring numbly into his glass.
"I just want to go home," Galahad whispered.
"The second we go back, the pressure will be one," Scott countered. "They'll want us to make a decision. We can't all be Percival Io, so what are we going to do?"
"Right now we're going back to the ship," Percival replied, standing up. In addition to the sword slung across his back, he carried a holstered pistol and a lightsaber on his belt. Neither of his copies were so well-armed, but they all stood out like sore thumbs as they started to make their way toward the nearest exit.