Gallantry
Location: Mechis III
Objective: Scavenge For Spare Parts
Tag(s):
Aether of the Iron Order
Tunes: X
Objective: Scavenge For Spare Parts
Tag(s):
Aether of the Iron Order
Tunes: X
Mechis III, a wasteland, and the homeworld of countless droids across the galaxy. It was very likely that even Otto originated here as well, though he would have no memory of it. All he knew was that his chassis was originally the intellectual property of the Czerka Corporation.
The mechanical knight was perched atop his robotic steed overlooking the arid and barren landfill of corroding scrap that surrounded him. Old parts and entire droids that deemed unfit to even be properly stored any longer and thus fated to erode into the planet that created them. A truly grim sight for a doid like himself.
The Lightsworn Knight had little respect for the Galactic Alliance as is, for harboring the corrupt and misguided New Jedi Order. But Otto couldn’t help but see the nation as one of hypocrites. They outlawed cloning, yet gladly produced, used, and abused droids en masse. To him the difference was very arbitrary. He wondered if instead of the rusting droids that surrounded him now, if they were the rotting corpses of clones, then would the GA care then? Otto suspected not.
Eventually his scanning photoreceptors noticed something and he hopped off the saddle of his MULE droid with a heavy thud. The dry winds had his long tabard billowing to the side of him. His rigid limbs moved him forwards before he knelt down and reached his armored arm into a pile of rusting droid limbs. With a determined pull he tugged out the torso of a droid model identical to his own. Holding the lifeless remains of his own long lost, and long dead sibling Otto knew that only the arm he held was salvageable. So he crudely tore it apart from its torso.
Spare arm in hand he stepped back to his steed and stored the part with others he’d collected here today on the MULE droid’s saddlebags. “Don’t worry, soon we’ll depart from this dreadful purgatory. I’ll get you a good cleaning after too.” Otto said to his steed. Gently patting it’s back. The nonverbal MULE droid remained still, practically unresponsive to Otto’s words. Then coming over the ridge of another pile was an eager LEP droid. Quickly rushing over to Otto before presenting him something. It was a single right hand for him to add to his surplus of spares. "Ah! Excellent work Squire." He praised the servant droid before storing the new part with the others. After which he mounted his steed once more to continue his search for a bit longer.
