A Nanosecond Is An Age

[Aela Talith]

The droid stood in place quietly, watching as the world around him went by.

It watched with serene quiet as crowds of humans, aliens, and other droids passed it by. Raucous crowds and unending streams of sentients moved through the square, each one living a life, each one moving as a separate entity with its own goals, its own troubles, and its own end.

Nigh watched them all.

As the droid stood in place in the very center of the town square it began to calculate and attempt to predict the lives of those that passed him by. It took clues, hints that it found based off of the persons clothing, facial patterns, visible scars, and anything else it could glean from its sensor readings. Within picoseconds the droid plotted out entire lives, theorizing and hypothesizing about what the woman in black and green with Two children would be doing today.

It did this for hours on end, every nanosecond that flashed by was another life plotted, another life charted.

There was no way of telling if it had guessed accurately of course, no way of knowing whether its assumptions were correct. In fact it was much more likely that it was wrong, there simply wasn't enough data to create an accurate picture of what any sentients life may turn out as. Yet the droid kept on watching, kept on studying.

It was a game that it played, a game that kept it mildly entertained. Until finally, after nearly a day, the droid began to move.

 

[RC 212]

[member="Nigh"]

The Corellian wolfhound solar took off and chased the droid down the street. Colap chased after it, a messy wave of hair and dirty overalls. The Westar-35 clanked against his hip as he moved with deft precision, reaching out to snag Solar by the scruff of the neck.

"Stop right there buddy!"

The wolfhound stopped and whimpered, wanting to chaise the droid further.

Colap was interested now. Solar had a premonition, and those feeling of the gut usually turned out to be right on.

So Colap lit a cigar, and casually fellin behind the droid, slowly stalking him.

 

[Garza]

I fething hated this part of absorbing memories of others. I would get all this information and then end up taking on parts of their attitudes. I was a normal kid. after accidently absorbing some of the thoughts of a dying man, I could now use the force, as well as have training that was a little over 30 years of my life time. There was no way I could perform all of them though. That would be impossible. None the less, I kept to my routine.

Smoking a Kolto cigarette, and enjoying the day today. Might as well since there really was nothing else I was doing at this moment and time. Hearing a ringing from my pocket, I pulled out a phone. Caller ID said that it was Foxxy. She was still kind of mad for me taking Lexa to Hoth to help her. Answering the phone, "Yeah, what's up?" In a rather calm voice I heard her start to talk. "While you are out, you wouldn't mind on picking some stuff up for us will you?" I rolled my eyes. She was probably sitting on her bed, eating MY cookies, and watching HV. Through the phone, I could hear some sort of shooting sounds in the background. Clearly she was watching some sort of war flick.

"Is that because it's convenient for you, or because you are wanting me out of the apartment so you can finish eating my cookies?" I heard a sigh on the other end of the line. She chuckled a little before speaking, "Damn you Ash. Always figuring out my crap." She was joking and in a suddenly hurried voice, "Oh the good part is coming up, gotta let you go bye!"

*Click*

She hung up on me before I could respond to her. Shaking my head I put my phone away. And that's when off in the distance, by that I mean just down the street, was a dog barking. I wondered why. So I stood up, Made sure to check the Sithsword that was on my belt, and went towards the barking.

[member="Colap Ticon"], [member="Nigh"],

 

[Grrwunhoooll Agaburry]

Standing on a street corner in an ally a massive figure observed the events, 9'8ft in height and cloaked for the most part. Slight bits of blue glowing marks exposed now and then but they were faint. Javik watched everyone move through sonar and his big white glowing eyes faintly moved in the dark watching the humans move around. There were so many... Humans, Stupid and arrogant in their ways. The only good human was a Slave and Javik only saw puppets so far, strings that controlled all their actions. Rarely anyone would stand out but some did, Two so far, Infact one was a droid. Making Three. Javik eyed them carefully but did not move.

[member="Asher Kellan"]
[member="Colap Ticon"]
[member="Nigh"]

 

[RC 212]

[member="Javik Quar-Kai"][member="Asher Kellan"][member="Nigh"]

Some things caught Colap's attention more than others. A feeling in his gut began to warn him of danger. Being a spacer and having dealt with many dangerous situations Colap knew a gut feeling was your best ally. The hairs on the back of his neck prickled, and he could feel eyes upon him.

It might have been time to dodge out, but hey curiosity killed the cat. Besides Colap hadn't had an adrenaline pumping scrape in weeks now. So letting the droid continue to walk he continued to follow, resting a hand on the butt of his blaster and keeping a wary ear out for trouble.

 

[Aela Talith]

(I'm sorry I haven't posted, I didn't have internet and was browsing on my phone)

Nigh moved quickly.

It didn't stop once the men started following him, nor did it stop when the monster observed it pass. It was difficult to follow a droid with advanced sensors that equaled having eyes in the back of its head, difficult to do it without escaping notice anyway. Yet the automaton didn't even hesitate in its path, carving its way through the crowd with quick confident steps that seemed to force people to jerk out of the way.

It stopped suddenly when it reached the starport, or what passed for one on this ramshackle planet made of low limestone buildings and rock outcroppings. In one part of the starport, directly to the left of the droid sat a massive Imperial Transport ship, a vessel that had the markings on the One Sith on the side.

Aboard the vessel sat what the Droid wanted, what it needed. Earlier that week it had broken into the Starports communications tower and hard wired a device into the systems that allowed him to tap into the feed directly. The arrival of this ship had been what the Droid had been waiting for, and after a week it was finally here. Slowly the droid turned back, facing the followers that trailed it. For a second it looked through the crowd, picking out one thermal signature from another, pinpointing those figures who had trailed him.

Then it moved again, not stopping until it reached the starport.

[member="Colap Ticon"] [member="Javik Quar-Kai"] [member="Asher Kellan"]