Ancient Relic

[Keva]

[SIZE=11pt]Ord Pardron was an interesting world, so Keva decided. Though how much a planet she could truly call it was questionable, it was a small rock with light gravity. Though a decent enough population had sparked on the world due the mining business, and that population had indeed persisted.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Keva vaguely remembered reading about a rebellion on the planet being ruthlessly put down, but she had little interest in such meaningless parts of military history. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Ironic to consider now that Keva had come to the world on a minor military exercise, the emphasis on minor could not be stressed enough. It frankly felt like a waste of time, but alas, a Marshal as fresh as herself could not quite say no. And so she suffered for a handful of hours, in silence, of course.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]With the drivel that reminded her far too much of her early days in CEDF she had decided to actually just [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]take in[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] the little rock. Even if it was rather unremarkable, a bustling marketplace had become where she set herself up. Still an odd sight, clad in the military uniform standard of one such as her: something far different than the usual lot. And of course, Keva was Chiss, not exactly the most common race in the Galaxy. But such things bothered her little, and instead just followed the path of just browsing around the market.[/SIZE]

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[UBD-028]

It was a normal night outside the cantina, some drunks were stumbling around at a loss as to where to go without help, and there was some citizens strolling by, a few two stacks of alleyways were supported on each side of the cantina, some hobos were scourging throughout what little leftovers the bar had just thrown out, a light thump of metallic footsteps were slightly overheard down the central alleyway, some of the occupants looked over but paid no attention to it, UBD-028 dragged himself down the alleyway, his red sensors scanning throughout, his green metallic coat shining as he got closer, the occupants staring at him as they saw the mere height of the hulking beast, the droid was thirteen feet, what was the problem with that? The ultra battle droid looked around with a metallic huff as a bull would give off, looking down at the people that surrounded around the marketplace, his red sensor dimming to fit the light of the area, afterall he wanted to be a bit stealthy, though that might have been ruined by his hulking height.

The droid continued to linger down the alleyway near the market, it was a dim night but nonetheless people could still see the large droid, and he needed to buy some rather needed equipment, his feet gliding against the durasteel flooring, his feet lightly scraping as he did so, his torso turning to scan the occupants in the area. He needed more weapons then he already had, he couldn't just depend on his own factory weapons to already save him, even though they were weapons that could fry tanks and he had the strength of four wookies. Shaking off the thought his processors had provided him he looked around the weapon stalls looking at what they had to offer and brushing them away, he needed something that was reliable, or it was back to using his factory body, continuing to walk shadily within the confines of the dark, his red sensor still being able to be seen and his glossy green factory coat, walking near some chiss. [member="Keva"]

 

[Keva]

Keva was a remarkably reserved woman, she stayed mainly in her own bubble rather than bothering to speak in her broken basic: she knew military commands (to an extent), and an intermediate understanding of everything else. Talking was awkward, to little shock. Talking in basic had become a case of "you approach me, please and thank you" over any sort of legitimate attempts at conversation.

Though of course, when the hulking monster of a Droid (seemingly a B2? The model was unfamiliar) made it's way through the alleyway and beyond she entirely abandoned that train of thought about approaching conversation. Instead moving in front of the hulking monster of a machine: she had brought no such droid with her, and had studied no such model during her academy training.

"What is your classification number, droid?"

The Chiss's thickly accented voice came out harsher than intended, something that happened with her curiosity. Of course...she needed to see if the CIS had an issue with defector droids.

[member="UBD-028"]

 

[UBD-028]

The hulking metal beast always gave off a intimidating aura to say the least, his metal joints swinging as he moved, his cortosis woven feet plates scratching against the durasteel floor, his factory green coat was as nice as ever, no withers or dents in the model, seemingly he had been repaired or atleast preserved. His velvet red sensor held a single scratch near the bottom. When the chiss had practically walked infront of his own field of view, he had the thought of brushing her aside or to trample her, afterall was it really that smart to throw yourself infront of a Ultra Battle Droid unit? Stopping his own movement and deciding not to trample the chiss, he angled his torso down towards her, the droid of thirteen feet looked down to the blue skinned being, who only met up till his mid thigh, a light hum coming from the bot as he searched through databases for where the chiss resided, even going as far to have his processors run formally through the BBY CIS systems but to no avail it didn't work.

The clone wars were long ago, Kaz himself didn't know where his fellow droids have gone after he had woken up, he hadn't seen alot of them plastered around the galaxy since his reactivation, though as the droid shook off the thought he listened to what the Chiss had to say, letting out a huff like a bull would, his voice was mechanical and unnaturally deep for the droid he was.

"B3-A UBD 029" Kaz said simply, reciting his factorial code that he was given and was programmed deep within his hard reset settings, though he didn't know if the chiss knew of his model, he was a relic to say the least, a beautiful preserved relic ready for war if she somehow integrated him back within the CIS, or would the tides be turned for the droid?

"Identify yourself, Chiss." The droid said cutting to the point, the three rocket rubes in his torso ready to fire if any conflict were to happen, though a simple punch would possibly put her down, afterall the droid was gifted with strength beyond most.

[member="Keva"]

 

[Keva]

Maybe a droid couldn't see it, but it was painfully obvious that Keva was moronically fearless. Bold, as she liked to call it. There were a great many war stories that the Chiss had gained during her service to CEDF that she simply lacked the language to properly tell, and many of the ones worth sharing utterly exemplified that fearlessness.

And so the woman, who was neither large nor imposing, stood in front of the massive war machine as if it were anyone else. Her gaze unflinching, her own red eyes staring back at what she assumed was the machine's main photoreceptor. She paused, processing the code given to her.

"Your model is not in production by CIS."

Her statement was matter a fact, but immensely curious. Interesting. Interesting indeed, her so called superiors would likely enjoy this one.

"I am Keva'Sol'Loro, a Marshal in the CIS's armed forces."

She made extra sure to flex that "CIS" portion of herself in front of this...thing.

[member="UBD-028"]

 

[UBD-028]

The droids photoceptor scanned at her, almost as if it was deciphering her, the red glare being illuminated onto the chiss officer, his mechanical joints squeaking as he moved to reposition, putting himself in a more relaxed stance, still on guard if anything were to go down. His mechanical joints raised to his chest to cross his arms clearly a bit bored at the exchange, was any of this needing to happen? This little exchange, the light sound of ticking could be heard deep within the droid in his processors, they had collected dust and due to that a clicking occurred. Though the droid almost snickered as he heard what she said about his unit, almost wishing to doubt her intelligence right then and there, sure his database searches weren't working but that didn't mean there was none of his units still around right?

"Incorrect, The B3 ultra battle droid was designed by the Confederacy of Independent Systems and deployed approximately five months after the Battle of Geonosis." The droid stated from his own factorial reset settings, "Designed to be-..the perfect droid soldier." Kaz said looking down at the blue skinned being.

"Marshal-..Keva, I have lost where I have originated from, my droid platoon-..last mission date..23 bby." Kaz said simply as he looked at ongoers before looking at the officer.

[member="Keva"]

 

[Keva]

Truly, it was a fascinating specimen. Snapping into an even straighter posture she made every intent to flex this marshal rank to try and fully understand this droid: this relic of some bygone age and seemingly ancient CIS of ages long past. A true gateway into those days before history had muddied itself into a barely comprehensible mess.

The Confederacy needed to be informed about this machine immediately.

"You are understood, UBD 029. It would seem your platoon has been destroyed: but you are vastly important to my superiors. I must ask you to come with me to Geonosis at once."

He still, of course, was a particularly large, intelligent, and killer looking droid: some sense of respect would need to be given to him, for the time being at least.

[member="UBD-028"]

 

[UBD-028]

"You are understood, UBD 029. It would seem your platoon has been destroyed: but you are vastly important to my superiors. I must ask you to come with me to Geonosis at once."

The droid was convinced he had heard her wrong, was his receptors fooling him? Kaz almost scoffed at what the officer said, his platoon was destroyed? He shook his torso lightly as he heard it, "I must report back to factorial position, the Providence-class dreadnought." The droid stated his voice unnerving to say the least as he spoke, "My task is to-..win the war." The UBD unit said proudly, referring to the clone wars. Though he didn't know the clone wars was already settled, he didn't even know what year it was, and it wasn't helping that his processors were malfunctioning and causing these personality defects within his coding. His processors and database cognitives had failed, his red sensors dimmed a bit as he tried once more to look through any time linked databases but to no avail he failed, letting out another mechanical huff he looked at the officer.

"Geonosis? I must report to my alternative platoon and be deployed once more." He stated dutifully, his sleek green joints sitting at his side once more. "What year is it-..Marshal Keva?" The droid asked its photoceptor chest sensor brightening.

Some ongoers looked at the droid fearfully as if it was about to cause havoc in the whole market, the droid wasn't convinced, which was a first, droids were suppose to naturally obey higher ups orders, it was indeed weird, but it probably best not to question the droid right now.

[member="Keva"]

 

[Keva]

"Whatever war you fought is over."

She placed it bluntly, there was no fear in her voice: a droid, no matter how big, no matter how heavily armed, was still just a Droid. She crossed her arms over her chest, waiting for the droid to have it's little mechanical crisis of not knowing the current year.

"Approximately 834 ABY. UBD-029, you will report with me back to Geonosis. You are far too important to be left among this meaningless rabble."

Keva had, of course, realized she might have gotten a bit too gruff: nothing like a compliment to try and ease the tensions some. Of course, she wasn't taking no for an answer either way this time around. This droid needed to be understood...the potential for destruction...she could see it already.

[member="UBD-028"]

 

[UBD-028]

The droid lowered himself down to her level feeling the hostility in her voice and letting out a mechanical huff, his joints aching with age, sure he was just a droid, but who knew what this droid might do with free thinking processors, his arms littered with the same factory green glossy paint he had been graced with, he wasn't going to be disrespect, a unit like this? He didn't know if this woman was a official CIS registered marshal, for all he knew she could have been bluffing, bringing his metallic cortosis covered hand a few inches away from her face before returning back to his standing position-..was the droid angry? That couldn't have been possible, afterall he couldn't have been coded with that type of programming, unless it had corrupted. A mechanical voice croaking from his body as he looked at her, some type of anger hidden within the confines of his computer generated voice.

"This unit will reported to Geonosis once you confirm you are a Confederate officer, this unit will not obey orders from a false valor, proceeds to do so will result in immediate termination, until then this unit will not be obeying orders, understood?" Kaz asked, It seemed it was sentient or somewhere along the lines, a good addition if done right.

"My databases are not connected as of currently and I cannot confirm current standpoints on whether you are not a registered marshal of the confederacy, how do you wish to confirm legitimacy?" UBD-028 asked.
[member="Keva"]

 

[Keva]

The anger, or attempts at expressing such an emotion, only made her all the more fascinated by the machine: and all the more steadfast in her plan to simply have the thing brought to the Marshals. She did not flinch when the Goliath threatened her, she had seen worse creatures in the Vagaari of the Unknown Regions. She was of course annoyed that things were not flying as smoothly as she had wished, but little could be done in that regard.

"I can assure you, I have done no such thing. Then I will not order you, and merely ask for you to come with me to Geonosis: so that you may get the confirmation you deserve as to your Platoon and former command."

A handful of different cards in the deck, if need be she could likely signal the forces she had brought with her to arrive: should lend some truth to what she said.

[member="UBD-028"]

 

[UBD-028]

The Goliath of a droid looked around the marketplace, his photographic sensor scanned amognst the figures around as he moved his aching mechanical limbs, the weapons on the factory body showing for all to see, his dual core shoulder launchers showing amongst his green paint coding, just barely could the Chiss see the dark plating of cortosis covering the droids body, to put it into perspective, he was covered head in toe with it, it seems this model was meant to have it and the dark green coating had been to cover up the misty black appearance of the cortosis, he listened to what the Marshal had to say, possibly reunited with the Federation? It sounded like a dream at first, after he had woken up, he had thought they'd won the war, but they had only lost it, to his dismay he cocked his torso back towards the Chiss officer, his internals clicking slightly before offering up a answer to the awaiting Chiss.

"I will merely come to geonosis with you, any attempt at harming this unit will result in termination." The UBD said simply as he walked closer, his feet scrapping against the floor once more, pressing his metallic digit of a finger against her shoulder.

"Please start walking to our ship and or destination." The droid said looking at her, he was going to come with her for the time being, the unit was confident in his ability in combat having fought against harsher opponents during the clone wars, he was confident nonetheless.

[member="Keva"]

 

[Keva]

"I'm a logical woman. And harming you would be most...illogical."

She stared the machine down as if it were another sentient, even despite how much it's existence disgusted her. To an extent at least. Though given a brief moment, stepped back to free her uniform from the metal digit. She was always obsessive about keeping it clean, it seemed.

Without response she turned, clicking her comm to signal to her forces that it was time to go and leave. High Command should reward her highly for this find...emphasis on should. Her boots clicked against the floor as they usually did, the Chiss silent in contemplation as she made the trek back to the landing craft.

[member="UBD-028"]

 

[UBD-028]

Kaz leaned back his metal digit freed from her article of clothing as he looked around his torso wildly moving as he did so, a light whine coming from his internal parts. The hulking piece of metal didn't think so high of the chiss either, he had met more sophisticated officers in his time of duty and he was met with a practical child, it was saddening to the droid that the confederacy allowed such things if her status as Marshal was true, and a chiss? The droid simply lumbered forward not wanting to cause a scene, if something had started he could have disposed the situations in mere milliseconds, afterall he was on par with fighting multiple Jedi Masters in combat during the clone wars, but did he hold the same pezaz he use too have. Shrugging off the thought he moved forward ignoring the glares from multiple people. His photoceptor lens dimming a bit as he moved from behind the chiss.

The droid practically walked along side her as a bodyguard would, some marketplace traders gawking at the Chiss and the droid wondering if it was for sale but keeping there mouths shut, his mechanical joints swinging alongside his factorial frame as he walked before he looked down to the chiss deciding to speak to her once more.

"Geonosis, we are going there? This units body has been riddled with age, perhaps a tune up will help this unit?" He asked as he walked almost wishing he had a face so he could grin, "This units joints do require a oil up, so they don't lock up of course." The droid added quickly.

[member="Keva"]