Improving Perfection

[5U-K5]

5U-K5 stood from his seat at the back of the transport ship as he felt it touch down on the landing pad. He grabbed his bag full of weapons from under his chair, put it on his shoulder and stood by the door waiting for it to open. He had been invited to this planet by Scherezade for a 'weapon overhaul'. Aparently this was some research and developement facility for some corperation that the woman was affiliated with.

After the performance on their previous mission it seemed that the woman had deemed 5U-K5's weaponry sub par. The droid had thought so too for some time, but had lacked the resources to upgrade them or get new ones. At least until now anyway.

The door to the ship opened out to the pad and the droid stepped down to meet the several security forces that awaited him. He gladly handed the bag off to them, it made sense they didn't want a armed battle droid wandering around their facility. "I have an appointment with Miss Scherezade deWinter, she should be expecting me."

After the forces had given him a scan, presumably to check for hidden weapons, he was lead inside and told to wait in what seemed like a lobby. So in the lobby-like room he waited, as his chronometer protocols were still faulty he had no way of knowing how much time would pass before the woman would come to him. As such he searched for a local comnet and connected to what seemed like the guest or public version and attempted to find anything of significance that had hit the public domain from this facility, attempting to see if he could predict what she had in store for him.

[member="Scherezade deWinter"]

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

[member="5U-K5"]​

Up in the Whisy R&D Facility, Scherezade's office was a mess. Blueprints rolled from corner to corner, covered or hiding prototypes of various dangerous weapons that her teams were working on. She'd been so busy in recent months with fulfilling missions for both the Ministry of Secrets as well as the Knights Obsidian and others, that she'd barely had time to jump to Krant or any of her other offices, leading to everything ending p centered on the planet.

It was not supposed to be that way. Normally, the work strays ended up on her ship, but that one now too was overcrowded. By her side, Twinkle Doom was beeping, letting her know time and time again just how displeased he was with the organizational chaos that had taken over. That was not how the droid ran things in her absence. If anyone heard his beeps and understood binary, they would also learn that he was letting her know that he preferred to run things in her absence just to keep them orderly.

Twinkle Doom was still screeching at her when suddenly the SIthling looked up, noting the flashing lights on her desk, in pink and purple. "Chit," she minorly cursed. She had a meeting with 5U-K5, something she'd almost completely forgotten about. Twinkle Doom beeped at her once before rolling to her, smacking her with his little extended hand, sending the electricity through her body.

Scherezade cursed heavier this time and shoo'd him away.

"Let him up!" she yelled into the comm, and started kicking blueprints away. Piles upon piles of paper were moved aside, making space on the floor, and at one point she accidently stepped on one of the organic grenades her company was working on, which sent her flying onto her couch, amazingly enough leaving Twinkle Doom and any papers around untouched.

Scherezade blinked in slight confusion.

 

[5U-K5]

The droid turned his head as someone approached him and gestured to follow. He paused and downloaded the rest of the episode of the cartoon he had startred to watch. 5U had let his mind wander to his most recent fascination, these animated shows. Most of them seemed to be aimed at younglings and contained messages or lessons to teach them, he often found it entertaining to try and figure them out. That and sometimes watching basically immortal creatures bash each other with over sized hammers and the most complex rube-goldberg-machines was just fun.

He followed the guide through the halls of the complex past various rooms, he couldn't tell if they were offices or labs or a mix of both. The download just finished as the pair approached the door to what he was guessing was Scherezade's personal office. What sounded like a small detenation went off inside as they approached, 5U rushed open the door and quick stepped in to a room that was... a mess.

After a quick visual sweep he found a somewhat disheveled and confused looking sith, "Shouldn't experiments be conducted in labs? Or is that an outdated protocol now?" He stepped over the scattered paperwork trying to step on as little as possible before taking the bewildered woman by the shoulder, picking her up and placing her back on her feet. "The mighty Sith Lady."

[member="Scherezade deWinter"]

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

[member="5U-K5"]​

Scherezade looked up as 5U-K5 entered, her ears still ringing ever so slightly. Her momentary confusion after being slammed backwards was probably why the droid managed to successfully pick her up and make sure she was standing. Under normal circumstances, she circumcised and decapitated people for it. But then again, 5U-K5 wasn't really people.

"I'm not exactly known for following proper protocol," she asked with a grin and another blink, trying to move the last of the stars out of her eyesight. Twinkle Doom, having wheeled over in these few seconds over the paper, seeming not to care that he was rumpainging some of them worse, gave off a series of beeps and high pitched sounds that, had they been properly translated, would've made your average sailor blush very deeply, as he expressed his agreement and disappointment with the truth of that statement.

He called her the mighty Sith Lady.

Yes.

Yes she was.

Scherezade beamed at 5U-K5, wondering if his sensors knew how to analyze human facial reactions.

"Hey Faivu," she grinned, "I'm guessing you're here so we can get you all weaponized in gorgeous ways?" Walking a few steps backwards, the Sithling plomped herself down to one of the chairs, fingers skidding quickly over a holographic keyboard, "How buff are we making you?" she asked, various holos of weapons beginning to float through the room.

Her own droid made another unhappy noise.

"No, I'm not weaponizing you," she groaned at him, "it hurts badly enough every time you electrocute me as it is."

 

[5U-K5]

5U nodded slightly, "Perhaps you should follow at least some protocols so you don't fill your office with..." The droid looked around the room that, while messy, showed no sort of damage, "Explosions?" The womans shocked expression seemed to correspond with the sound of an explosion that he heard but there was no damage to the room or the paperwork at all and it wasn't some powerful EMP as the droid in the room ws still functional. He shrugged it off as a mystery for another time.

He watched as the droid seemed to show disapproval at it's master before the Sith took a seat and and asked the important question, "While there are many upgrades I will be wanting as time goes by to make me 'buff', including armour, modules and some..." The droid feigned a cough, "Experimental tech. But I think today we could start with weaponry. My current set of rifles could do with a boost in output, they don't quite..." He paused thinking of the phrase he was missing, "What is it you organics say? They don't punch enough? A custom modular rifle, that can be long or short range depending on the modules installed, as well as how much armour the blast will pierce if possible but that part is an optional bonus. Unfortuenatly I have been out of contact with my two engineers so i cannot supply you with any sort of starting blueprints. I can however supply the models of the blasters, and the blasters themselves are with your security at the moment. Of course I can offer you as many credits you require for payment as well as some 'favours' you want done."

5U turned and slowly looked over all the documents on the floor as another weapon came into his mind but he wasn't sure how to brace the subject, "Tell me Schereazade, I have memories from long ago where i once sought a light saber. A sofisticated weapon of the era, but I was always told only beings with an affinity towards The Force could use them. Due to droids inabilty to have that affinity it wasn't possible to use them, so my search always lead me to dead ends. Though as you seem to favour using many at once i thought perhaps you could furnish me with the information that no one else has been able to." He turned back to look at the woman, "Why do you need The Force to be able to wield a light saber? What is it that The Force gives you that allows you to use this weapon and denies it to other organics, let alone droids?"

[member="Scherezade deWinter"]

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

[member="5U-K5"]​

Scherezade shot Fivu a death glare as he suggested that she should follow protocols. She was not one to follow protocols! That was for people who had much, much more time than she did. The fact that she even had a few hours to meet him today spoke volumes; usually, she would have been shipped off to this or other redundant Confederate mission that she would complain about despite having signed up for it in the first place.

Sighing, she poured herself a glass of water and sat behind her desk, listening as Fivu explained what he exactly wanted. She followed his descriptions intently, nodding every now and then. Blueprints were already forming in the back of her mind, coming up with the greatest of weapons any droid had ever seen (or so she told herself), including one blaster that was made of psychological warfare, coming out of his droid body like a Corellian Army Knife only to shoot a piece of fabric that said BANG. Psychological warfare was all the rage these days!

The pause made her wonder though. Just how human, or people-like, were these advanced AI's? Her grandmother had always kept droids in the house, because she did not trust organic servants. But those droids were all dumb. No intelligence, no conversational options, nothing. Her mother, had not dealt with much droids in general, seeing as the planet she was a Queen of was more or less barbaric and backwards and the handful of droids that were there, were all medical droids. But now… In the Confederacy, she was exposed to many different type of droids.

At last, Fivu broke the silence, with… Memories of long ago? She would ask him soon enough though.

"Because the beam of a lightsaber has no weight," she answered, "When we fight with it, we might s well be holding tiny water bottles because of how light the entire thing is. With a regular blade, say a knife or a sword, you feel the entire weapon in your hand. But with a lightsaber? None of it."

Looking at him, her eyes narrowed for a moment. "I never really looked into it but I find it off that combat droids wouldn't be able to use them," she admitted, "I mean, the coding would probably be millions of lines because it has to account for all the angles and things that can happen, but I don't see a reason you wouldn't be able to use one. A few sensory adjustments, months of trial and error… Heck, you should be able to do with extra limbs what I do with my blades in the air."

Scherezade took a deep breath. Unlike Fivu, she hadn't actually researched into any of it, speaking now a string of words that were merely verbalized words that represented her thought process on the matter.

"At least," she added, "theoretically."

 

[5U-K5]

5U pondered on Scherezade's response and while she did say it as only a guess, what she was saying did make sense. When swinging a normal weapon you have to predict the motions of the swing to so you can prepare to counter-balance it, but with a blade of energy that wouldnt be necessary and you'd just end up pulling your swing short. "I see, well if that is the case I don't suppose I could trouble you for a light saber or two, could I?"

The woman had also mentioned the amount of code that would be required for a droid to be able to do all the needed calculations and movements to avoid cutting their own arm off, "When it comes to the coding needed to use something, I am unparalleled. My systems allow me to learn through experience, the same way you organics do. As to wielding many weapons at once, I think too many limbs would become more of a burden in fast paced combat, so I think I shall stick to the two I have now. However I do have plans of a similar note for later that I may need your assistance with if it progresses that far, but for now I'll keep it to myself."

"That said, I'm sure you want to get to the imprtant part. Payment. I can pay with credits or favours or even information if I have any you need. What's your poison?"

[member="Scherezade deWinter"]

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

[member="5U-K5"]​

Scherezade nodded. Two wasn't as easy as one when it came to droid usage, but it was still far more feasible than four or six. Besides, now Fivu wanted lightsabers. Scherezade was great with those; while the ones she wielded herself were a present from her best friend, she'd crafted several of them by now for her own friends in turn, and a few for sale. If Fivu wanted lightsabers, he was going to get some of the best.

"Two lightsabers," she nodded with a grin, "Other than general lightsaber functionality, what do you need them to be able to do? Special access codes? Specific colors? Anything else I should know?"

Opening a drawer, she pulled a stack of papers out and began to riffle through them, letting those that she didn't need fly behind her. Twinkle Doom made some very high pitched sounds before wheeling in anger to the same window and closing it shut with a loud sound. Scherezade ignored it until finally leaning forward, spreading a few pages on the table.

"And choose your aesthetic," she said with a grin as she looked at Fivu, motioning to the papers so he could point at what he preferred.

As for payment… "Information and favors," she said with a nod, "to be collected at a time of my choosing in the future."