Oh No

[Ugoto Chivaro]

MUUNILINST
HARNAIDAN

[member="Kinsey Starchaser"]

The light returned to the Superintendent's photoreceptors as his auxiliary power source reactivated. There was also that beeping noise that usually came on when he was powering back up after a while. Beep. Beep. Beep. Strange, he usually didn't hear it himself. Servomotors twitched and diagnostic data rolled rapidly across his field of vision. It was dark outside. A little past midnight. Curious, he could not recall what time it had been before he had been rendered inactive. And why had he been rendered inactive? Wait, where was he? While waiting for his GPS unit to kick back into gear, Superintendent decided he should push himself away from the wall he was all mushed into.

Wait, he wasn't up against the wall. He was on the floor! The wet, coarse ground. How uncomfortable!

Servomotors groaned as the droid rose into a crouching position. Yes, it was very dark indeed. Definitely past midnight. Night-vision kicked in. And... He's in an alleyway. What had he been doing in an alleyway? The Superintendent now rose to his full, imposing height. Diagnostics indicated minor ionic damage to his chassis, but other than that everything appeared to be functioning. No, wait, there had been damage to his head. The Superintendent put a hand to the back of his head only to find that a chunk had been missing. It had been... Cut open! With some sort of tool! Someone had accessed his memory banks!

And there was nothing in his internal maintenance logs either. They had cleaned up after themselves pretty well... And now the Superintendent couldn't even remember why he was here. What had happened? Why had they left him here? What had they taken? Superintendent turned around to check the alley behind him. Nothing. Now, the Superintendent was a droid. A KX-series security droid, of course. He would handle this situation with the cold, dispassionate, ruthless efficiency one would typical ascribe to security droids.

"Oh nooooooooooo..." Said the Superintendent, not doing any of that. "Ooooh no. Oh no, oh no. Oh noooooooo..."

Still grasping the back of his head, Superintendent began marching himself out of the alley.

 

[Kinsey Starchaser]

[member="Superintendent"]

"HALT." The mechanized voice of a sith trooper sounded behind Kinsey.

"Gorram feth-sticks," she swore beneath her breath and froze, not knowing about a giant Imperial robot about to come out of the alley just a bit further down from her. Hand twitched by the blaster that was holstered on her hip. Body was angled so the troopers probably wouldn't see it.

Probably.

"Turn around and show us your papers."

Kinsey slowly patted the pockets of her well-worn pants. "Yeah, yeah. Got them right here. Just a sec...," voice trailed off as she took her chances for a quick-draw and spun around to fire at the two sith imperials.

 

[Ugoto Chivaro]

[member="Kinsey Starchaser"]

"Oh no, no, noooooooo..." Ah, the sweet siren song of a machine in distress. Unfortunately for the Superintendent, it appeared his day, or rather, night (morning?) was about to get much more stressful.

The Superintendent took his first steps outside of the alleyway just as the two Sith troopers fell smack into the street, twitching profusely as the stun setting worked its magic. He had emerged slightly behind the two troopers. Although the Superintendent did not remember much, he did know what a droid getting hit in the face with an ion blast looked like. It was eerily similar. His self-preservation routines immediately kicked into gear, large gangly arms moved above his head in the universal "I surrender" gesture.

Still, he clarified his exact position anyway. "Please don't shoot me."

Now, who would deny such a polite request?

Wait! He was remembering something now. The people who shot him the first time. That was who would deny such a polite request. Hopefully she wasn't one of them.

 

[Kinsey Starchaser]

[member="Superintendent"]

Kinsey stiffened when the big old imperial droid stumbled in the open. Finger twitched on the trigger. Wasn't he with them?

"Chill canman. I'm not gonna shoot you. And keep it down. You with them?"

Chin tipped to the troopers, starburst-blues watching the droid carefully. She said she wouldn't shoot him. But if he was with them....things changed. A quick glance over her shoulder to make sure no one else was coming from behind.

 

[Ugoto Chivaro]

[member="Kinsey Starchaser"]

What kind of question was that? She had just shot two people and he was surrendering. Even if he were 'with' them, his self-preservation routines would have allowed him to answer in the negative in order to, you know, not get shot. Sparks burst from the exposed part of his head while the Superintendent concluded with reasonable certainty that there was a ninety-eight percent chance that she would shoot him if he said 'yes.' Running calculations usually didn't involve a small fireworks display, but his head had been cracked open and now he couldn't help it.

He wasn't with them, though, so lying was a non-issue. But... Maybe he was and he couldn't remember? This whole damaged memory unit thing was pretty frustrating.

There was a short mechanical sound while Superintendent blinked slowly. Maybe he was trying to recover something. It didn't work.

"I am unable to retrieve that data."

Maybe he should have run calculations about whether or not she would shoot him if he said the droid equivalent of "I don't know." Hindsight.

 

[Kinsey Starchaser]

[member="Superintendent"]

Starburst-blues rolled.

Why were these kinds of droids always so literal? She could really go for an astromech right about now. Too risky to turn her back on the droid. She should shoot it. Only, that might cause more of a scene. It'd be better just to disappear back the way she'd come.

Blaster slowly lowered and went back in its proper holster.

The girl's attention shifted around her.

Wait. Sparks? Blues zeroed in on the droid again. How much would one of those sell for on the underground market? Head tipped to the side, sizing the droid up.

"You got circuits missing or something? Might be able to help you back on my ship."

And sell you for parts.

 

[Ugoto Chivaro]

[member="Kinsey Starchaser"]

Help? Superintendent supposed he could use a lot of things, but he definitely needed help. On one hand she had just shot senseless two Sith Troopers over a documentation dispute. On the other, Superintendent had no idea where to go and who to talk to. While he could tell he was in Harnaidan, the rest of his geographical data was gone. Or just corrupted? He could never tell, it was always such a drag when it happened. Had this happened before? No idea! Couldn't remember! He could either wander lost and damaged through the city or just take the help that was offered to him. It was better than going with nobody. Besides, she could probably protect him if whoever had tried to scrap him in the first place came back.

The Superintendent's head sparked again as his answer processed and probabilities calculated. "Yes please." Gangly arms lowered from the "I surrender" position as he marched noisily towards his liberator.