Group: Tour du Bar
Location: Kahoshi's Lament
Objective: Associate with the new bosses
Attire: Standard Bronze Droideka, freshly polished to be shiny
Tags: Anyone who wants to join in
"Why? It is MY skills they are hiring for, not yours."
"We are in this together. Besides, this is our chance to make a formal first impression and your approach isn't adequate for these types of situations"
"We already decided to go to this event and then your requested bar first, it is my turn to pick."
"Negative. I allowed you to pick the previous three options before this, I get one more!"
"You are forgetting the time that I ... "
The Droideka known as Destroyer 2873 was sitting outside of the Kahoshi's Lament bar and restaurant talking to itself. To any bystander, the droid would appear malfunctioning, with the only way to realize that it was technically different people inside of the body being the tone changing from a neutral electronic voice to a deep gravelly one and back again with every line. Luckily for 2873, there were no bystanders present at this time. A recent mercenary hire, he had arrived late to this event, being invited on short notice by a leader of the Confederacy of Independent Systems. Getting travel to Stobar was a tough but manageable task for the droideka, with one half of their personality, the Droideka brain, resisting the idea of attending a "pointless shindig". The competing personalities found in the droideka's multiple droid brains and the recurring arguments that occurred almost daily would drive most organics and even droids insane. However, Destroyer 2873 has always managed to facilitate cooperation and compromise for his many disputes and is not been slowed down in the slightest in combat functionality, with both minds working together in perfect synchronicity when working on the only task they seemed to share in common.
" ... you can do the talking the next bar we go to."
"I have calculated a 2.47% chance that your approach will win us over with our employers. Especially in a place like this."
"Fine, I will concede to you, but only if I can interject when I feel it is necessary."
"Agreed. It is time now to enter. We have waited long enough."
With this argument settled, the droideka stood up to its impressive 6-foot stature and proceded into the bar, walking through the door and starting a look around for any important Confederate employers that he could rub elbows with, or possibly just a host to be given a seat.