Lucky Rabbits Feet

[Orphen]

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Orphen had been having a good ol' time on ossus recently, it had come to his attention that since the leaving of the deep core and moving out into the universe that there had been a concentrated effort with the civilian population to attempt to reintegrate some of the notable species of Tython, onto the new worlds in which the Jedi were now settling, while some of the togrutan tribes did not wish to leave their own sacred planet, some of the less sentient species were finally being released into their own eco-systems, the likes of the Deep=Core sunbird among them. The magnificent creatures would thrive on a planet which was bathed in the radiance of the light side of the force which made choice to place them on this planet all the more natural. Offering his hand when he could, the Jedi knight who handled the animals instructed Orphen in the proper means to take care of them... The days working with the aviary were long ones, and rough, Orphen had underestimated the pride within the birds, and they had not exactly liked him either... The falconer had mentioned something about the birds being able to sense the alignment and doubt within a Jedi, able to read people with something like an empathic link... the thought of that, in Orphen's head struck a chord, he didn't want to think he was falling to the dark side, though, that being said, he was one of the only Jedi padawan in the order whom the masters were completely unable to sense the mental state of...

not to mention the people he had been associating with recently...

and the experiments which had been performed on him in his earlier life...

perhaps he was tainted? And the birds picked up on it...

But before the Jedi padawan was able to dwell on the thoughts any further, he was assured by the head falconer that, while the birds were smart, they found it hard to discern human emotions, and that it could be anything which was causing them to shy away from him, they had, after all, just been moved from their home in order to be moved here. A move which must have been difficult and stressful for the birds, they also no doubt could feel the apprehension in their tamers, being the day they finally moved from captivity into the wild. The forests which surrounded this area and training temple were ideal for perches of the birds... It wasn't long after the morning when finally they small group of jedi watched the mating pairs fly off into the distance, radiating like stars in the morning sky that they took their leave and moved onto their own deeds for the day. Orphens being particularly lax, he had finally finished all of the work on his AI and his other computer work, his weapons had been made and everything seemed to be going fine for the young inventor, though, now he was beginning to feel a little bored, he had no projects to work on, and he was slowly but surely beginning to run out of materials, one of which just so happened to be particularly rare.

So, he wandered the tropical area, looking at the dogs playing in the open park in front of the temple, the botanical gardens hanging from the ledges of the ziggaraut while unique trees and flora peppered the landscape.

it was a good day.

 

[Korros]

He’d been at a bit of a loose end after his previous companion had up and ditched him. It had left him feeling incredibly angry and very hurt, but then it was just another lesson that taught him to not trust bigger people. He had hired on doing various things, drifting again without any real idea of where he wanted to be. Eventually he hired on as an extra set of eyes for a transport carrying all sorts of animals. It was easy enough, he was left to do his job and otherwise just left alone. When the task was done he simply wandered around, the planet was rife with all sorts of interesting things. He was more at home with nature than big huge cities, even if he was lonely.

As much as he hated to admit it, he missed having company. He’d decided to go to the park he heard so much about, maybe find a child or two to hang about with. He liked children more than adults simply because most of them hadn’t yet learned to hurt others. They could of course, but children didn’t have the same capacity for it that adults had. For the most part it went as planned, he’d started to enjoy walking about and just watching people. He unfortunately didn’t see the dogs till it was almost too late…

He hated dogs. He could tolerate the trained ones, but most of the time they werent. They saw him and immediately went after him and nothing he could do could tell their stupid brains he wasn’t some chew toy. He did the only thing that he could, he ran, as fast as his four feet could carry him. Anger and terror turned his normally pristine white fur a reddish black. He barely saw the visored kid, he almost ran straight into him, but managed to swerve out of the way. He didn’t stop to see if the dogs were behind him, he could hear them. He made a desperate leap at a small tree, climbing as high as he could. It was barely tall enough to keep him out of their reach as they leaps up at him.

He bore his teeth at them “Worthless mutts, I’m not some toy! Get lost!”

All it did was confused the three of them, he panted trying to still his hammering heart. Oh how he hated dogs, he could only hope the owner would come after the kriffing animals so he could get out from the tree. His left hand hurt and he licked a finger, he’d torn a claw. He knew his whole body was going to be hurting later on too. His ears drooped and he closed his eyes, his fur turning a deep blue. This wouldn’t have happened if he hadn’t misplaced his trust, but there wasn’t anything he could do.



[member="Orphen"]

 

[Orphen]

Orphen had been heading through the nearby village when he heard the cry, though it was quiet to begin with, the audio sensors on his visor picked up the pitch and the frequency as a tone which would most likely be used as a sign of distress. So, making his way quickly down the street to the nearby park with a hand on his pistol just in case he came to the source of the issue. Stuck up in a tree there seemed to be a rogue Kushiban stuck up high in a tree pursued by what seemed to be a devilish trio of wild hounds which had ran him there. As orphen arrived he could hear the sound of the small creature's voice penetrate the skyline, and it was a little more vulgar than Orphen had originally expected it to be, smiling for a moment and simply watching the events unfold, the Epicanthix took an amount of mirth in its misfortune, coming to a conclusion that he had probably done something worthy of getting him stuck up there, whether it having been antagonizing the dogs to begin with or something else. But none the less, Orphen gazed.

After a few moments the prodigal son decided that it was about time for this to end, the Kushiban seemed to not be having a good day, but, it was not that alone which began to tip Orphen off, the dogs, from the shouting and the cursing were only getting angrier, they were salivating at the mouths, and they were getting more and more rabid by the moment... there was a very real chance that the hounds would hurt the poor guy if they had a chance, and that was not a good thing, and it would go on his record as a Jedi if he did not intervene, so, taking out one of his heavy blasters, and setting the power dial to low, he lowered the power out-put which charged and heated the plasma to a low, non-lethal setting, even to a canine of their size, and with a single flick of his wrist, fired three shots.

After each of the blasts hung aloud for a moment, the three dogs each let out a yelp before hitting the ground hard with the kinetic force of the blows, each of them having been effectively zapped with the power of the gun, one of them was dropped unconscious, while the other two were hit hard enough to force them to run away yelping with their tails between their legs. Flipping his gun around his finger before sheathing it in its holster, he reached behind him, gripping one of his hover drones and flicking it out towards the Kushiban as a hovering platform, levitating near the branch safely as he directed it mentally to hover there until its weight had increased to a higher level.

"All aboard. "

Orphen spoke with a degree of snide humour on his breath, Should the Kushiban accept his ride, it would not take him to the ground, but near Orphen's head height so that they would be on equal footing as they talked about what had happened...

"So, how on earth did you manage to piss them off to that degree? I didn't think there were any Kushiban native to Ossus... what brings you here little guy?"

He spoke, looking at him and, in some ways, was a little more patronizing than he could have been, referring to the citizen as 'little guy' Orphen had not had much experience in dealing with these kinds of species, showing immediately in his demeanor towards them. Though he meant well, the padawan only wished to get to the bottom of what happened, hoping that it would no happen again, especially considering how close the bunny was to getting torn apart by his pursuers.


[member="Korros"]

 

[Korros]

When the sound of another nearby got to his ears he lifted his head just in time to see one dog crumple to the ground as the other two ran off. His fur bled out to a tired, washed out looking, blueish grey. It was a mark of just how tired he was, he eyed the stranger his fur slowly turning a faint red simply because his tone not only embarrassed him, but made him a bit irked. He forced himself to stand to his full height, given more of it by the branch he stood on. “Is that supposed to inspire any gratitude in me? If all that motivated you in helping me was so that you could be condescending, you can feth off. I’m not gunna take that kind of petch from the likes of you.”

It would have been quite surprising to see such a cute creature give him a scowl that could fair wither the skin off a person. He had a lot of spunk and pride for a being almost ripped apart by animals. If it had been one dog, he could have taken care of himself, but the odds had been quite against him. Up close he’d see the small being had on a vest, with a belt that crossed his chest and a small pack strapped to his back. The belt had a few pouches, but also had a small knife.

He had small leather bracers on his wrists and protections for his feet. In his left ear he had a couple gold piercings. All in all he was a rather handsome little critter and the way he stood said he was no stranger to living a life where he had to defend himself from time to time. In fact, he was used to living hard with few comforts and even fewer kindnesses. His accent would have been a big tip, it was cultured, like someone who’d lived around nobility and had, as a result, picked up on it, even if he didn’t have the stiff demeanor.

The fur around his neck, even after all these years, was a bit different compared to the rest, it still looked like he had once worn a collar. It was a good mark that he had once been someone’s pet, a fashion some still practiced. He crossed his small arms, his tail swishing with irritation, some of his fur even stood on end, especially along his tail. Orphen would be able to tell from his visor that this was mostly bluff, that the diminutive creature was incredibly exhausted. It was in the subtle trembling of his ears, to the minute shifting in his posture. Above all else was the singular distrust in those clear blue eyes of his.

This one was in more pain than just the fatigue of the body, whatever had him where he stood had cut him deeply.



[member="Orphen"]

 

[Orphen]

Orphen hadn't meant to offend the Kushiban, as Orphen listened and watched him for a moment he saw the injured pride swell up like a wound, attempting to re-assert itself on anyone around it, puffing out his chest after he had been rescued in a desperate attempt to save face, when, the reality of the issue was, he needed help. Orphen knew the feeling all to well, having to hide behind the mask of bravado, there was once a time when Orphen was not able to complete the equations which rushed past his mind, whenever some-one asked him a question he could not answer, Orphen found himself doubting his abilities and attempting to bluff through the process as best as he could... It seemed to be much the same with the Kushiban, he was unable to fight off the hounds on his own, and the fact that he had been helped damaged his pride, and now he hadn't stopped fighting, even though his heart rate, pulse and core temperature were skyrocketing as the adrenaline still ran through his body. He was burning through his energy at a rate which he might not be able to keep up, in fact that the adrenaline might be the only thing which was stopping his petite frame from crashing. Orphen needed to get him somewhere safe where he could rest... While he did not known how much Kushiban were like normal rabbits, it would be fair to say that like their less evolved counterparts they would be highly susceptible to stresses and pressure. Though, Orphen could not know that for certain... Taking a small bow to show some level of respect, a, bow which would also, unintentinoally show the Kushiban the steel plug at the back of Orphen's neck, a sign of his experimentation in his earlier days. Orphen would hope to begin an apology.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend you... I just... Haven't met a Kushiban before... the Kushiban people have a... reputation... and I judged you based on that, So, Sorry, I didn't mean to be rude... I was just trying to help."

Swallowing his own pride was hard enough, but on some level orphen had to remember that he was a Jedi, and in this case, on the Jedi world of Ossus, he had to act like a Jedi while he was here, he had to act with selflessness and kindness wherever he pleased. So, Recalling his floating disc, it compacted once again, setting down and landing in Orphens' hand allowing him to press the button and set it off once again, placing it behind him with the other five of similar make. Orphen noticed quickly that the Kushiban had no visible weapons of which to see. Which, was a shame, in a time like this a weapon would go a long way, especially against dogs and other creatures which would do him harm, yet alone sith and humanoid threats which would kill him for simply being on this planet if they got their hands on him. though, that was probably easier said than done. Yet, as Orphen talked, he would notice the adrenaline would likely by now be beginning to fade, and the metabolic rate would be beginning to lower, which would leave the Kushiban shaking and feeling tired. So, trying not to sound like he was looking down on him, Orphen offered.

"Hey why don't I get you a bite to eat to make up for what I said before, I mean, If that's cool with you? My name's Orphen, Orphen Sathariel... I'm a... well, a few things, I'm a Jedi here at the order, an inventor of military tech, usually custom, and I also do some work with the GA as a slicer though, so, whatever"

Orphen laughed, smiling, hoping to break the ice, and repair what damage he had done.

Hopefully.

[member="Korros"]

 

[Korros]

The truth of the matter was, Korros hadn’t met another of his kind either, aside from his parents. He didn’t know hardly anything about his people, so he and the kid were the same in that regard. He felt sort of guilty himself when he’d started to apologize, but it wasn’t till he’d mentioned he was a Jedi that he visibly relaxed. Jedi were ‘safe’ he’d never had much experience with them, but they typically didn’t hurt others unless they had to. He slumped down to all fours, his ears trembling harder, he wanted nothing more than to just fall down and sleep. Instinct said his sort were basically like anyone else, that he couldn’t trust them, but he ignored it.

At the very least he could get a good meal and a soft bed, maybe even a hot bath. “Korros, and...I would really appreciate that.” He licked his lips looking down at the ground, then back up at him, he didn’t think he could walk. It hurt his pride, a lot, but he had no choice except to ask for help. “Can I borrow your shoulder? I...tore a claw.”

Which was all he could bring himself to admit, what he was really saying was he wasn’t sure he could walk, but he hoped the kid wouldn’t realize that. His whole body was getting shivery, reaction from all the stress and fading adrenaline. He was quite terrified of dogs, which was also why he ran, even against one he probably would have still gotten hurt. Dogs were about the only thing he was afraid of, everything else he could stand up against, he wondered why that was.




[member="Orphen"]

 

[Orphen]

[member="Korros"]

Orphen smiled a little more, nodding in the affirmative and giving Korros a hand to get up on his shoulder if he needed it, but only if it was needed, one he was safely perched on Orphen's shoulder, the young Jedi Padawan would begin to walk in the direction of the city and away from the park. Nature gave way to a fusion between agriculture and industry, serene grace tipped with progress in a combination which was rather stunning to behold. And as they walked, Orphen walked into a diner, which, for once he was glad to not have bith playing that same damn monotinous tune, rather it was a twilekki girl with a Citar - like instrument playing a low and soothing tune. Which was something more peaceful to the naked ears than the loud drek of other cantinas which played the same songs over and over, which, although the irony and the humour was not lost on Orphen the fist couple of times, the effect had degraded over time to the point of complete disappearance. Walking up to the bar, Orphen waved his hand with two fingers in order to inform them of the number of people which would be dining, and then proceeded to find himself seating when the man behind the bar gave him a nod, asking for one of the waitresses to get their act together and begin to head in their direction. A Zeltron girl on roller-skates rolled on by as Orphen asked for a general steak meal, medium rare but leaning towards the medium side if he had a choice of which way they were to mess up. Preferring to air on the cooked side than to return a raw steak should it not be done right... Looking to Korros he said.

"One of the things I picked up on while I was working for the hutts, was how to order a good meal so that no-body messes you over, it's good to know what you're getting into, smells, styles, etcetera. Though, my parents always used to order their meals well done, ensures that any poison they slip you cooks out with the meat and becomes less dangerous, and if they add it after, chances are you're going to see or smell it before hand in some level due to its lack of preparation. "

He smiled, as the woman was about to leave, though Orphen stopped her, and pointed to Korros, telling the woman to order for him to, calling her out on leaving. At first the woman blinked a little confused before she clicked, asking Orphen what Korros would enjoy. "You can ask him yourself thanks, Korros is rather capable of ordering for himself." The woman didn't quite seem to understand, but would no doubt be rather flustered and apologetic when she discovered that Korros was more than capable of stating his own opinions, rather bluntly when need be. Which bought Orphen to his next mode of thinking, admittedly, he did somewhat attempt to trap the woman into being embarrassed, but it was something she was going to have to learn one way or the other, especially in a position of hospitality, Orphen remembered the outer rim worlds, where the waitresses would even ask some of the rather large insects as to whether or not they wanted anything, just to be on the safe side not to offend anyone. Which was damn good fun to the people around who would spend the next few days heckling the poor girls for it, though, it was hazing, and there was nothing wrong with a good hazing.

"So, Korros..." Orphen Began "For someone who definately has the gift of the attitude, I could not help but notice that you're unarmed... I was sure that Kushiban had their own technology which they were able to rely on, surely you have something to protect yourself from animals and the like... or have you kinda, just gotten by hanging out around here? Forgive me, I'm just interested. "

 

[Korros]

[SIZE=18.6666666666667px]Being so easily dismissed was something he was used to, but being defended wasn’t and he was surprised. He made his order, much to the shock of the woman, then ignored her after he was done. He used a bit of water and a napkin to clean up his paw, glad that he hadn’t had to walk. When the human asked about his stuff he looked away “[/SIZE][SIZE=18.6666666666667px]The tiny critters of the universe tend to get shafted unless they have connections. So I’ve had only my teeth, claws and fast paws to work with.[/SIZE][SIZE=18.6666666666667px]”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=18.6666666666667px]He didn’t mention money, he didn’t have much of that either. He took out a small comb, his tail flicking into his lap, starting to brush out the tangles in his fur. Now that he was stationary his stomach felt like it was wrapped around his spine and he hoped that the food wouldn’t take forever. He snuck glances at the one who had saved him, unsure what to say next. On one paw he wanted to thank him, on the other he was too embarrassed. Moreover he worried that if he thanked him there would be expectations.[/SIZE]


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[Orphen]

Orphen could feel the anxiety of the Kushiban, though, what the little guy had said was true, the little guys in the world did have a reputation to only be able to defend themselves with as little as toothpicks while the rest of the world had technology as powerful as super star destroyers. It was an injustice, and although some of these races had made to to get by, some of them simply should not have to. The republic and the senate should have provided these nomadic races with the technology to defend themselves. Defense companies should have united in order to create weapons which would be able to be used by them, though, blaster technology would be almost out of the window to be used for something as small as a pistol, as well as any powered weapons, simply because there was no substance that would hold enough power to be effective, or make power cells that small... All of this provided a very real issue, but, such challenges were what Orphen liked to overcome, he wanted to test his skills and his mind, he wanted to push his understanding of the world around him out further and further. This thinking process would barely be witnessed by the Kushiban other than a slightly uncomfortable pause for almost 2 minutes after he would have finished talking. Though, he noted something with this particular creature, judging by his mannerisms with the water and him cleaning himself, he seemed to like staying dry and clean if possible, though some designs were more archaic, the old speeder bikes were an effective weapon, high speed, high firepower, and it would mean most of the ammunition would be held within the transport, it would not take much to have a blaster tube run from a weapon which could be placed on an axis of some kind, likely making it more like a repulsar-lift weapons platform more than a speeder-bike.

"Well, I'm not the kind of person who will just stand by and allow these injustices to happen... So, I imagine you would never want to wield a blade, felling any opponent to you would be like slaying a dragon... so, unless you are truly passionate about having every one of your tiny bones broken... which narrows our options somewhat. I could create you a hovering platform from which could be a pearch or movement of some kind, it would also allow it to be some kind of ammunition cache which would let you use a weapon strong enough to actually penetrate something..."

Orphen spoke raising and eye and looking to the Kushiban, pulling out his datapad and beginning to slowly input data as his visor would bring up the physical schematics of the small rabbit like creature, height, weight, the length of his digits, everything would be graphed so that Orphen might be able to devise a weapon for the little guy, so that he would not only be able to defend himself, but be able to fight for what he believes in, avenge those who had been wronged, take revenge for himself against those who may have wronged him, and even protect himself when he needs to.

"So... were you to have a weapon... what would take your fansy Korros?"

[member="Korros"]

 

[Korros]

[SIZE=18.6666666666667px]His tired grey fur turned a soft creamy yellow with surprise, then tinged to a sort of hazy smokey grey as he turned suspicious. He hopped onto the table, standing on his hind legs and walking over to the kid. “[/SIZE][SIZE=18.6666666666667px]You just met me and Jedi or not, why would you go that far just to help me? If it’s about pity, you can stuff it, I appreciate the meal and the help, but I’m not helpless.[/SIZE][SIZE=18.6666666666667px]”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=18.6666666666667px]They were about eye level and he’d see the lagomorphoid looked away, his long bushy tail flicking like an irritated cat’s the fur slightly puffy and surprisingly enough the fur along the back of his neck was slightly stiff. His fur turned a sullen red with the prick to his pride, he already felt he owed him already, taking further charity would make it worse. Yet, he was tempted, here was someone basically offering to make his stuff, for free. Oh, he was tempted, very much, but he just couldn’t bring himself to taking the dangling carrot. At least not till he knew what this stranger intended.[/SIZE]


[SIZE=18.6666666666667px][member="Orphen"][/SIZE]

 

[Orphen]

Orphen looked at the reactions of the young looking Kushiban, though it seemed that he was confused and rejecting the offer, his words seemed to imply a level of reluctance as opposed to down right non-acceptance. Stretching his arms up in the air and lowering them behind his head as he kicked his boots up onto the table, Orphen attempted to think about how best to explain his position to the rodent. Biting his lower lip a flash crossed his mind, which pushed him to lower his boots and lean forward, leaning in close and speaking low so that Korros would not have his sensitive ears blown off by the sudden change of noise.

"Well, first things first, I make things, it's more or less what I do, everything I have on my person right now are things I have made for myself, it's what I'm good at, and, I'd like to think I'm one of the best at what i do, so, when I want to help someone, I like to think of how i would do it... but for you, I found that hard... which I take as a personal challenge... so... i want to help you because i want to make myself better at what i do, to prove that I can, and if i can help you while doing that... then... everybody wins. So... If you wanna pay me back for it, hell, I can teach you how to shoot and you can help us Jedi out a little bit as a merc. whaddya say?"

Orphen smiled, cocking his head to a side, for the first time, removing his visor and opening his eyes, showing the Kushiban his four coloured miasmas which constituted his iris' in an attempt to sere the Kushiban face to face. It seemed the two of them were beginning to understand each other, which Orphen was happy about. If he decided to work for the Jedi, Orphen would no doubt try his best in order to protect him, with some of his plans coming up, Orphen would have the technological knowledge in order to make the Kushiban's dream a reality.

[member="Korros"]

 

[Korros]

[SIZE=18.6666666666667px]His nose told him this one was being honest. He looked at him and tilted his head slightly to the side “[/SIZE][SIZE=18.6666666666667px]Alright. I’ll do it, but I want to make a contract. I will partner with you until I pay off my debt to you, but I will need food, materials for clothing and a place to stay. I also will require stuff to make whatever lodgings I am staying in easier to live in and move around in. Do we have a deal?[/SIZE][SIZE=18.6666666666667px]”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=18.6666666666667px]He thought ahead as quickly as he could to make an arrangement that got him exactly what he wanted and gave him the advantage. Simple, perhaps, but really it went to show just how quickly he adapted and made it to suit himself. By that point their food had arrived and he sat down and promptly did his best to stuff his face with as much of it as he could. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=18.6666666666667px]His fur then lit up a bright, pure white color, as an idea came to him. It was as if his fur was mirroring a lightbulb as best it could with his excitement. “[/SIZE][SIZE=18.6666666666667px]Could we also come up with something for my tail and limbs that would allow me to shock anything that grabs me? One of the biggest problems I have is that I have no means to incapacitate someone if they get a hold of me. I mean...as your partner I’d need more than just guns, right?[/SIZE][SIZE=18.6666666666667px]”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=18.6666666666667px]Orphen would see his crystal clear gaze lit with inspiration, the lagomorphoid had his own creative spark churning.[/SIZE]


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[Orphen]

Orphen nodded and continued to work on his datapad, not bothering to list the things which Korros had said, but rather began to list the ideas that were coming to his mind and some of the materials which he would need in the near future if her were to perform these things. Though, from his time at greysone industries, and having made the deal with them that they Jedi would be able to have access to the materials and the facilities there, Orphen would be more than capable of making high grade weaponry and devices for Korros.

"No problem, you can stay with me, I have a modest living place and workshop, though, I will be sleeping in Jedi temples if I'm ever on mission, but, you are more than welcome to come with me in respect to that as well. Though, you never did answer me as to the kind of technology you would want to have... I would need to know any of your preferrences if i was going to make something in your size... though."

Orphen looked to his food as it was placed in front of him, grabbing out his knife and his fork he began to eat happily, the meals here were far better than those a tthe Jedi tamples and he had a mind to devour everything on this plate, and probably order some kind of dessert at that. They seemed to have a sweet cake here as the specialty of the restaraunt that he was looking forward to.

"Though, as for the contract, would you like me to pen it? Or would you rather it remain verbal, I could calculate all the costs and put a number to that debt if you would like, though, prices of R&D, I would use the same prices that other companies do when they are creating prototypes based o technology which doesn't exist... regardless of how efficient I am, the number will likely be large."

[member="Korros"]

 

[Korros]

[SIZE=18.6666666666667px]He could have sworn he’d said something “[/SIZE][SIZE=18.6666666666667px]Guns. Thats what I want.[/SIZE][SIZE=18.6666666666667px]”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=18.6666666666667px]He walked back to his food, plopping down and going back to stuffing his face as fast as he could. He paid attention to him, mulling over in his head the possible cost of it all. “[/SIZE][SIZE=18.6666666666667px]It makes sense it would be a lot, but think about what kind of money you could make from figuring out how to do it and letting me have the fun of testing out the projects? The first with a line of accessible technology for those shorted by the universe.[/SIZE][SIZE=18.6666666666667px]”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=18.6666666666667px]His fur was bright white, his eyes gleaming, even his tail swished behind him quite excited. All it would have taken was the kid meeting him, so really, it was [/SIZE][SIZE=18.6666666666667px]thanks to him[/SIZE][SIZE=18.6666666666667px] for all these new possibilities. Actually, to the dogs really, but they didn’t count since they were mangy stupid mutts anyways. “[/SIZE][SIZE=18.6666666666667px]It can be verbal for now, but I wanna get it on something I can stash later. No offence, but I’ve been screwed over too many times that I’m not willing to be so unarmed now. One can never be too prepared.[/SIZE][SIZE=18.6666666666667px]”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=18.6666666666667px]Besides that, if things paid off he’d get money of his own and that would help a lot. He wouldn’t have to take charity. [/SIZE]


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[Orphen]

[member="Korros"]

Orphen listened to the kushiban and nodded, he seemed happy with the deal, though, the simple distinction of 'guns' to Orphen was a troubling one, he was hoping for something specific, though, it was no worry, Orphen was good at making larger weapons smaller, in fact, he could think of just the weapon which would befit Korros, looking to the little guy and smiling.

"I have just the idea for you, but, more or less, it's going to take a little bit of time, the largest discount you're going to be able to get off this thing will be if you come with me and help me with making it to begin with, so, come with me to my shop and from there we will begin making a platform for you to ride on, it will be fast, I promise, it will be like a sniper's perch, a merlyn, it will be fantastic, but, you will likely need some training on how to use it. Though, I assume you would not mind. After I get this platform made, I will make you the gun of your dreams, I promise."

Orphen said with a smile, holding out a hand to shake and seal the deal, though this kind of thing was going to take some time. After Korros shook his hand, or affirmed, Orphen finished his food and began to leave, heading back to his workshop and beginning to look through his equipment, sitting in the middle of the room as he closed his eyes and began to meditate, he knew every scrap within here, but it was time to bring together all the parts he was going to need, he was going to need several repulsar-lift pads, he was going to need a couple of small electrical thrusters, two pistol class charric weapons from his storage, and the materials for a maser engine, and a large one at that. The rest of the metal he accumulated would be for plating, he would also gain a camera, AI core materials and a transmitter-reciever for another DCD. From there, he llooked to Korros...

"Well, what would you like a floating disc you get to stand on to look like? This thing is going to be awesome."

The boy Jedi laughed, more of a chuckle than anything else, but this was exciting. He could use the Alpha AI to act as a balancing unit and Korros, should he ever want it, would be able to control other fighting drones from what he was standing on, it would also act as an ammmo bay for his weapon, have its own minor defenses and be capable of skimming the ground at high speeds. Orphen was beginning to assemble a basic plan of the weapon with the holographic imaging from one of his machines, projecting the idea into the middle of the room with one of the projectors so that Korros might be able to see what Orphen was doing also, and what he had planned so far.

 

[Korros]

[SIZE=18.6666666666667px]The workplace looked about like he imagined, contained chaos. He carefully climbed down the kid and shrugged off his pack, setting it in an out of the way spot. “[/SIZE][SIZE=18.6666666666667px]I just assumed it would be, you know, a disc. Honestly I’d rather throw away aesthetics and stuff it full of space for whatever will be required at the time. I’m going to be your partner, so, whatever will help me and compliment you is fine.[/SIZE][SIZE=18.6666666666667px]”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=18.6666666666667px]Besides that, as he got the knack for kitting out someone of his stature things could be improved later. “[/SIZE][SIZE=18.6666666666667px]I wouldn’t mind having some sort of small display… You know, something that’ll give me information and help target? I don’t know what else can be done, but I’m likely to notice things you don’t and then focus on them. If there was a way to relay that to you, that would be cool too. As for the weapon, something that is light and can fit with me when I go into places the disc can’t would be good. I’m looking forward to learning to use it.[/SIZE][SIZE=18.6666666666667px]”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=18.6666666666667px]He then yawned hugely, walking over to his bag and curling up next to it. He was tired and decided a rest was in order, he could find a bath later. His tail flicked to lay over his face and nose, he looked like a ball of fur and clothing. [/SIZE]


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[Orphen]

Orphen thought about the kind of weapon the little guy wanted, while, it was likely not possible to think of a large weapon to the dimensions of what he was looking for, he would probably be more than able to make Korros a smaller weapon which he could use when he dis-mounted the disc, though it would be vastly less powerful than the disc mounted weapon that he was intending to make so far. Though that would more than likely be somewhat of a side project, and not what he wanted to do. The fact Korros was not so worried about the visage of the disc, made things easier, if space and practicality was what the little guy was after, then that was what it would be. The Disc was the first thing he was going to Design, moving to some of his molds, he expanded them, so that the disc would be larger as he began to build the frame he would be able to tie everything to. The building process would be a long, and slightly boring one, but it was better to begin now than to have it wait a couple of days.

"You're more than welcome to your space if you'll be staying here with me, There are a couple of small rooms here i don't use either, one of them being a small bedroom, I just sleep on the couch cos i basically fall asleep working."

Orphen drew his lightsaber and used it to melt an ingot of metal into the mold, smiling as he did so, the massive temperature of the light-saber perfect for the job... and he loved the bright colours of molten metal as they sank into the basin for the disc. The section which would compose the armour plating on the outside. From this section Orphen would move to built the interior by measuring the basin and building a basic frame for the interior with shelves to store everything. Holes where needed were put through the disc and a section of the bottom was cut out for the repulsar-lift engines. Grip handles were placed on the disc as well as grips for the rabbits' feet so that Korros would be grounded on the Disc if deciding to move at higher speeds... there was no way he wasn't going to be wearing a helmet on this thing with how fast it would be able to move, so, having a HUD if some kind, likely like a fighter pilot almost was going to be a given.

From here, it was simply a matter of attaching things in the right order, ensuring that all of the things that would get hot were put in first, and had their own room. The massive area for blaster gas and power cell storage, as reloads were not going to be something that was going to happen in a hurry. two smaller blaster gas tubes going from that to power the charric guns in the front of the disc so that it was capable of small arms fire to a lesser degree. the whole thing was going to be about a meter or so wide, so it would be roomy for Korros. The next thing which was going in was the camera in between the two gun holes, and a hole in the top for a holographic display and lock in points for a primary weapon. Next would come the DCD and several of the other computing components. Much of it would need to be built from scratch, but the disc was going to be AI controlled, able to take and receive orders or be driven manually. The two repulsar boosters at the back were fitted in with the others, and it would take about a day for the project to be complete of constant work, though, he had already made flying discs, this was more of a... master disc.

Once he was done, he would test its boosters to make sure it could hover fine, and that it was stable, inputting coding so that the repulsar pad would route energy to certain areas when force or pressure was put to any other location, so it would stay flat. Once done, he would lower it down, and ask Korros if he would like a ride. Handing Korros the microphone so that he would be able to give the disc vocal commands.

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[Korros]

[SIZE=18.6666666666667px]The lagomorph was passed out, he didn’t even twitch. He’d been pushed to the end of his limits and now that he was assured a safe place to sleep, thats exactly what happened. He was so tired that, even if he wasn’t trusting, he couldn’t have kept himself partly awake even if he wanted to. He could even be picked up and he wouldn’t even stirr, that’s how exhausted he was.[/SIZE]

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[Orphen]

Orphen smiled, knowing that Korros would want to be awake for this, so, ensuring that he would have his dignity, he moved over to where Korros slept, placing a hand on his shoulder lightly and giving him a careful shake and saying his name loud enough to be heard but not so loud as to hurt Korros' ears, which were surely more sensitive than normal. Repeating if necessary when Korros awoke he would hover the droid into the room where Korros lay, the finished product looked fine, if not a little basic and was missing any form of paint job or aesthetic effect, it was a little more shapely at the end of it all, Orphen has stylized it a tad with some of the spare time that he had, making it look a tad more badass than a basic circle.

"Hey, Korros, I'm done, you're going to want to have a look, I want to be sure all my measurements were right."

He said with a smile, hoping that Korros would jump at the chance to have a look at what had been done for him.

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[Korros]

[SIZE=18.6666666666667px]It took a lot of effort on his part to really wake up and the only reason he did so was because of Orphen’s persistence. He yawned, stretching like a cat and giving himself a vigorous shake just to clear the cobwebs. He stood up on his hind paws and stared impressed with the machine he saw, his fur turning a bright creamy yellow with surprise and pleasure. He dropped to all fours and trotted over to it, taking a good look at it from all angles from the ground before looking back over, and up, at it’s creator. “[/SIZE][SIZE=18.6666666666667px]I know [/SIZE][SIZE=18.6666666666667px]exactly[/SIZE][SIZE=18.6666666666667px] what I’m gunna name it![/SIZE][SIZE=18.6666666666667px]” He looked up at the machine “[/SIZE][SIZE=18.6666666666667px]I’m gunna call you Bad Ass Terror, Bat for short![/SIZE][SIZE=18.6666666666667px]”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=18.6666666666667px]He crouched, his tail twitching, before he jumped onto it, clinging like a burr till he found his balance. He found it really useful that it had handles for his hands, but also appreciative that they were within comfortable reach. Best part was there was this coating on them so that sweaty paws wouldn’t slip, which was a nice touch. He stood upright, fitting his feet in spots just for them, his tail lifting to help him keep his balance. “[/SIZE][SIZE=18.6666666666667px]So, how high will it fly and how fast will it go? Should I make a parachute or is this thing like...indestructible?[/SIZE][SIZE=18.6666666666667px]”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=18.6666666666667px]He leaned to the side a bit and the platform responded instantly, he dropped to grip the handles as he lost his balance, it stopped. He stared down at it grinning hugely, it was going to be a blast getting used to it. “[/SIZE][SIZE=18.6666666666667px]No stupid mutt is gunna chase me on this! Not this time! They’ll fear ME instead![/SIZE][SIZE=18.6666666666667px]”[/SIZE]


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