Philosophy

[Keva]

Droids were a bizarre and interesting thing, skirting the line between empty and soulless tools or being a sentient made of flesh. For Keva, they almost entirely remained in the former. They were tools, just as they were the currency of battle. To be used and spent as she deemed fit, for the majority of them could always be replaced.

But the emphasis must be put onto the word majority, by what seemed nothing more than pure chance the rather solid worldviews of the Chiss zealot had been tested once again. Graced with the existence of one [member="UBD-028"], an ancient droid; a machine of war that dated back centuries ago. And unlike the Battle Droids that filled the Confederate army, UBD-028 or “Kaz” had gained enough sentience that Keva could throw aside her disgust of the machine, for to some extent the Colonel could consider her Droid bodyguard an equal (in terms of sentience, in rank? Entirely incomparable). Regardless of this fact, spats and verbal sparring was not unheard of between the amusing pair of mighty looking droid and weak looking Chiss; on the burned rock of Arkham another one of them had started to be birthed in the rubble of the city streets.

But that was a talk for Keva’s warship, the K'aszuso K'ticah, was a far better spot to discuss philosophy than burning city streets. At least, depending on the current mood. Within the bowels of the Munificent Keva had hid herself from all others except the droid in her new and rather secluded studies: a small but seemingly ever growing exhibit of junk had begun to fill the room, debris and memories pulled from the various battlefields she had served on under the Confederate banner. Maybe the dear Chiss was more sentimental than she let on.

 

[UBD-028]

The battlefield they sat on now lay dormant from any fighting. The droid well- had done his job essentially, and he had done it good. Having protected the major from blaster fire, it had accomplished it objective in battle. UBD-028's paint job sure was a bit charred but other then that no other essential damage was brought upon the droids exterior. Though now the droid sat dormant in the bellows of the munificent precisely in the Marshal's studies. His optical lens dimmed in color as sat in his charging station, though Keva had never seen it charge before, how long did its batteries last? The only way to find out would be to ask, though was it even awake or was it shut down, its long limbs sat against the wall, just imagining what kind of damage they could cause could send a shiver throughout anyone, especially knowing that it had the manpower to slap away Jedi's with ease.

Sure the droid had gained some sentience but was it really that big of a deal? The droid was for killing, but having it think past its protocols could be something legendary, unheard of, and tactically smart for soldier v. droid combat. Though seeing from what it could do on the battlefield, the droid was a god damn beast that could destroy! It was a tank on legs practically, who'd complain about that?

As that train of thought went on, the droids rigid limbs began to creek, the mechanical sounds of pistons and wires moving under its thick cortosis plating, the droid looking around the room its optical lens flickered a moment before focusing on the Marshal that was in the room. "Marshal Keva. This unit is now- Active." Kaz rang out, "Battery life has been-..fully restored." The droid commented

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[Keva]

The room was dimly lit, a stark contrast to the seemingly constant fires that erupted on the battlefields where CDF was thrown. Maybe it was intentional, or maybe the Colonel simply had grown tired of the hum and whine of the artificial light that filled the Ardent Flame. Twirling a glass of something in her hand, a slight nod came from the Chiss.

"Good, good. I do not need you shutting down."

Her basic was getting better, surprisingly. Must've finally had time to cram in as many words as possible: though the accent that came with them was incredibly thick, maybe Cheunh would still be the preferable way to converse. If people well...actually knew Cheunh for the most part. Alas. Language was language.

"How remarkably droid like of you."

Her spunk was cold, as was much of her personality. But it did exist it seemed.

[member="UBD-028"]

 

[UBD-028]

The dimly lit room show the exterior of the droid only barely. Against the wall the droid sat, or rather stood. Its arms laying against the wall no longer in action like it was before in battle. The blaster bolt that hit him before had done very minimal damage, almost none at all. Anyone who owned a droid like this had a right to be proud, typically because they owned a damn machine of war. Standing at a staggering thirteen feet or so with weapons that could probably blow a hole in the side of a ship if given the chance. Kaz didn't know what to think about the colonel, he hadn't had enough time with her to give her a proper mental evaluation. Though if given the chance he'd surely take it, more or less the droid wanted to find out more about her. He didn't want to be serving a automatron of a officer, though in his own sense wouldn't that make him a automatron?

"Affirmative, Kaz is not shutting down." UBD-028 let out as he looked down at the colonel, having to actually angle his optical lens towards her, his arms creaing towards her the mechanisms inside moving as he watched her

He could tell from how she spoke, galactic basic wasn't her first language. "The ultra battle droid series was a remarkable droid production line until late in production malfunctions were recorded." Kaz commented idly glancing around the room in search of something to be able to learn about the Colonel. Breaking away from the wall he moved further into the room so he could be seen.

Picking up a item from her desk he observed it before cradling it in his hands, politely putting it down. With hands like those and paired with the strength he had, letting him hold anything valuable was a bad idea.

[member="Keva"]

 

[Keva]

Swirling whatever drink was in her hand, there was a level of...casualness? She had with the droid. Even with his towering size and all the bristling firepower she had no fear of it. Maybe that was just Academy training making her forget what was or wasn't a threat to her.

"So it would indeed seem. A far less expendable droid."

That notion always remained to her, that the vast majority of droids were simply expendable. They could be replaced with ease and once more thrown into the grinder that was war, to simply drown the enemy under a crushing tide of metal bodies, mass produced tanks, and simple and raw crippling firepower. It is what made Kaz such an enigma, a droid that was not expendable, and not the disgusting machine Keva still deemed so many other Droids working within the Confederacy.

[member="UBD-028"]