Its Only Brain Surgery

[Gilamar Skirata]

Sweat dripped from her brow, its path dictated by the holo navigation kit settled around her eyes. She swallowed hard, her hands steady as data streamed through the holonet connected goggles. The CZ-HKD droid brain was a sensitive piece of equipment. Well, any droid brain was sensitive...But she had saved up a lot of money to purchase a single brain from the multibillion credit company. Well...it wasn't from them but rather a guy who knew a guy, who could get one from a guy.

These things were usually reserved for droid making companies or Czerka itself and incredibly hard to purchase in single or even double units. She had already fried the first one...This one...She couldn't mess up.

 

[Gilamar Skirata]

Heavy breathing. As her fingers typed away on the datapad and the brain began to power up, sending signals to the shabbily constructed droid body made from scrap. She could hear the servos begin to run and the results of her coding streamed down the lenses of her headset. The smallest twitch from the scrap metal beast brought a smile to her face.

Licking her lips she removed the headset in favor of another, smaller one. Gingerly she put the holo navigation kit on the cluttered desk, as if any sort of disturbance would render her work useless. Pressing a slender finger to the earpiece of the device, a solid-state hologram sputtering to life around her as a sort of control panel. She winced at the sloppiness of the interface, but it would have to do for now.

Reaching out tentatively she grasped the floating orbs of dense photons and with her left hand slowly rotated the orb forward, warranting a response from the scrap droid: Its head tilted to the side. Nodding with a grin on her face she continued her experimentation, tapping spinning the orbs, each with a different response. The interface needed more work...But for now this, this was something she could work with.

 

[Gilamar Skirata]

It had taken her all day the day before to figure out the correct coding in binary that would activate the processes she desired within the droid brain. Much longer than she had hopped, then again, she wasn't dealing with some generic droid brain from an old protocol droid. The CZ-HKD was top of the line stuff and for a time it competed with the J1. Now however, both were outclassed by the J2 but that didn't mean the CZ-HKD wasn't a dirty piece of hardware.

Today she was cleaning up the solid-state hologram interface. Reaching behind her head, just under her long, purple ponytail she pressed her thumb to the activation switch of her implant. It was illegal, of course. She didn't have any way of paying for the licenses and what not required for this sort of thing. Magenta light encircled her eyes as the implant fired up. Taking her other hand she reached back and pulled the bright solid-state interface from behind her head and over like a helmet. The rest of the interface followed suit, the control board splayed out before her. Rolling her neck she reached out to the magenta-colored interface. Sliding a finger down her left side, she pulled up a menu designed to editing the particles appearance.

Time to clean up a bit.

 

[Gilamar Skirata]

"Cleaning up" was more or less configuring the controls in a way that seemed comfortable to herself. She had to move the Hound to a private location to really get a feel for how it would react. Activating the interface her eyes became encircled by that magenta light and the solid-state holo interface activated, setting up around her.

"Alright..." she sighed, relief washing over her. Her first attempt hadn't been a fluke. She was doing something right at least. Reaching out to the orbs before her. Pushing the orb forward slightly caused the Hound to move forward at a steady pace. Biting her lower lip she pushed even further and the Hound began to prance. Not nearly as graceful as a Model-IV but it sent her heart into palpitations all the same