/ [member="Darben Skirae"] | [member="Stardust Australis Skirae"] \
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Slowly, Aes'ona extend her hand out. She couldn't stop how it shook slightly, but spoke with the confidence not conveyed by her body language, "
Give me the blaster." As she took it, lifted up the side of her scrubs and tucked the weapon into the side of her belt where it was easily concealed by the cloth as she put it back. "
I think that droid is compromised." After a pause, Aes'ona speculated, "
She's someone important, isn't she? And not just to you."
As they spoke, B1 had moved to the oxygen apparatus. Sure enough, he had picked up every word spoken in the next room. They were on to him, so it was now or never.
"Just a little bit of gas," the voice of his saboteur was stored in his databanks.
"I call it Queen-No-More." A pause to laugh followed. The man had clearly found the pet name for his deadly concoction hilarious.
"All you have to do is administer a little of it."
Every single medical protocol, as none of them had been overwritten by the man's hack, in B1 told him to abort. Certainly, what the droid was doing knowingly endangered the life of his patient. But his core function to serve organics told him to obey his temporary master.
The distinctive, though not loud, humming, not unlike a fan, reverberated from the droid's head as his servos began to overheat, trying to compute their conflicting missions. After standing still for a moment, B1's motherboard had come to a conclusion: the override and his core function trumped all other protocols, no matter how important.
A small injector deployed from his right arm as he bent down to inject the gaseous mixture into Stardust's oxygen supply.
Coincidentally, Aes'ona had glanced over from Darben and out of the window at just the right time. "
Woah, woah, wai--! " Her exclamation was cut off as she rushed out the door.