The Doctor and the Droid

[Doctor Alura Omen]

Doctor Alura Omen landed her ship onto Taris' planet surface. She remembered the horrible memories of the place. Rakghouls. Death. Infection. Fire. Toxins. Not to mention the planet used to be a den of scum and villainy. The mission was simple. Disinfect the rakghoul plague infected scout. There was only one good thing about the planet. It showed Doctor Omen her true passion of helping people. She never knew it would end up like that.

Doctor Omen followed the signal. There was a tracking device in the scout's armor. The only way to find him was using that. There he was. The scout. Right by the crashed Ender Spire. The scout quickly turned to Doctor Omen. It was too late. the rakghoul plague was far from curing now. "I don't want to hurt you." She pulled out her blaster pistol "But I have to." It took a few shots but Doctor Omen killed the scout. Quickly she used her comlink to contact the commander "I'm sorry... The rakghouls killed him."

As Doctor Omen was walking back to her ship she felt a strange solidity in the dirt. She felt it. She couldn't push on the dirt. She quickly dug up to see was it was. It was a droid. Not just any droid though. it was old. Very old. It was an [member=OOM-41] battle droid from the Clone Wars. Doctor Omen quickly lifted it up out of the dirt and looked around at it's body. She looked at it's circuits and activated it waiting for a response.

 

[OOM-41]

The droid's remains seemed to have been there for quite a long time. Whoever owned him was either driven away by the rakghoul horde, which seemed to get bigger every day, or had been turned into one. Luckily for the OOM-series droid, his body hadn't been scavenged for spare parts by survivors or scrapped by the mindless rakghoul.

As Doctor Omen studied the droid, she could notice "OOM-41" written in Basic on his back.

After several dozen minutes of working on the circuits, OOM-41 suddenly jumped to life. The droid looked around, as if he was confused by his surroundings, without turning his gaze to the Doctor.

"Unit OOM-41, awaiting orders," the droid finally said. "There appears to be a problem with my photoreceptors. Requesting maintenance."

 

[Doctor Alura Omen]

[member="OOM-41"] Okay, I need to go now

Doctor Alura Omen examined the droid. It was an old droid indeed. She assumed the droid's owner or owners are dead now. No one can survive that long in the horrible place called Taris. Doctor Omen was surprised that the droid was alive. If it survived the Clone Wars AND Taris is must be strong. She wondered what it was doing on Taris but then she thought it didn't matter.

The droid looked confused at first. He didn't look at Doctor Omen though. The droid then spoke. He asked for maintenance. Doctor Omen stared. Should she help the droid.

"Oh... Uh... Sure?" She said "But what is your programming?"

 

[OOM-41]

The droid turned his face to the source of the voice. He was almost completely blind, but he was still able to trace a sound to its origin. "Protocol requires me to protect Confederacy ideals against the oppressive Galactic Republic," it said after a few moments of silence.

The droid fell silent once again, as if he was trying to remember something. He was scanning his files to see where he'd been up until the point he'd been deactivated. "My connection to the CIS High Command has been severed. Requesting immediate maintenance."

OOM-41 seemed to have no idea it had been eight centuries since the Clone Wars ended and he'd been deactivated. He was having an internal dilemma: he was no longer receiving orders from the Separatist Council. Should he desert? Or should he try contacting them at all costs to join his metallic comrades in the struggle against the corrupt Republic and its clone army?

 

[Doctor Alura Omen]

Doctor Alura Omen looked puzzled at [member="OOM-41"]. His memory must have been upgraded. He still thinks the Confederacy is here. All Doctor Omen needed to do was give the droid a memory wipe and he wouldn't remember the Confederacy. Simple. The droid wouldn't be confused anymore.

Doctor Omen had to make sure that [member="OOM-41"] didn't know that she was in the Republic. That would cause her to die. "You're from the confederacy? Great! I was looking for the lost droid!?"

Doctor Omen had to make up as she went along. Hopefully [member="OOM-41"] was broken enough to not notice her lies. "Your mission has been terminated. I need you to follow me for repairs and then we can go to your new mission."

 

[OOM-41]

The droid was silent for a few moments. It almost seemed like he saw through the lie and was about to ask her who exactly she was, but fortunately for the doctor, that wasn't the case.

"Roger roger." OOM-41 finally said. He was silent again for a few moments, before asking, "Where are we exactly, sir? According to my memory files, this area is not where I had been deployed before my deactivation."

He started following the Doctor to the Confederacy base—or so he thought, at least. A new life awaited him in the turbolift that would get the two out of Taris' hostile Undercity...

 

[Doctor Alura Omen]

Doctor Alura Omen watched as the droid asked the question "We're on Taris." She looked of in the distance "It's a desolate planet really. It holds the deadly rakghoul plague. I'm not even sure how you got here though."

Doctor Omen pointed to her ship once [member="OOM-41"] and her made it. "You'll be given maintenance in here before we leave the planet in here."

 

[OOM-41]

Taris? That planet was unknown to OOM-41. And neither was the 'rakghoul plague' the Doctor had mentioned. "I have no clue how I got here either," the droid admitted, now somewhat more relaxed. Most officers expected the droids to seem and sound like mindless killing machines, but this one was different.

OOM-41 was silent again for a few moments before asking, "Uh, sir, where are we going exactly?"

Under normal circumstances, he'd have asked the Togruta her ID as a CIS officer, but he wouldn't be able to verify it anyway due to his photoreceptors functioning at 10% capacity. For all he knew, she could be some smuggler who wanted to use him for spare parts. But then why would she bother activating him? He had so many questions. "...and who are you?"

 

[Doctor Alura Omen]

Doctor Alura Omen was walking her was into her ship to give [member="OOM-41"] maintenance and a memory wipe. It should be simple. You use cybernetics to heal wounds, you can use them to repair droids. Right? Doctor Omen heard what the droid said. "Oh, we're here at my ship to give you maintenance."

Doctor Omen froze at the door for a second. The droid asked about her identity. That wasn't going to end well. "I-I'm here by order of the Seperatists. I'm a scout." There was a bit of hesitation in her voice. She was afraid.

 

[OOM-41]

The droid paused for a few moments. Fluctuations in her voice made it obvious that she was stressed and probably wasn't telling the truth. But the droid was almost completely blind, and couldn't do anything to her but point out her lie.

What if she was a Republic spy who was here scan his memory for intel? He couldn't let that happen. "I'm sorry, sir, but you do not appear to be a Confederate officer, and I cannot allow you to access my files," the OOM-series droid said, aware that he was defenseless, but hoping she would be intimidated enough.

 

[Doctor Alura Omen]

As Doctor Alura Omen reached for her blaster pistol, setting it to stun, she said, "I'm not here to access your files." She quickly grabbed her blaster pistol and stunned @OOM-41. Doctor Omen then dragged her into her ship. Her ship had medical supplies so she reached into a drawer to grab some cybernetics.

First thing's first, Doctor Omen had to disactivate the droid. She then patched the holes and scrapes in the droid with the cybernetics. She would have a real engineer fix the rest. Next, she had to give the droid a memory wipe. She didn't know exactly how so she had to look it up on holonet but besides that it was fine. Doctor Omen decided to pity the droid so she only wiped a bit of memory. Loyalty to the Confederacy and hatred of the Republic.

 

[Doctor Alura Omen]

Doctor Omen also decided to add her loyalty to [member="OOM-41"]'s programming. She then activated the droid again. "Hello!" Next she just stood still and waited for a response.

 

[OOM-41]

The droid was silent for a second, taking in his surroundings, before turning his attention to the Doctor. For the first time in his life, he didn't feel like expendable cannon fodder. He felt...different. He felt free. No more fighting wars for a government he didn't even fully know against the Republic, corrupt as it was. He wasn't a tool anymore!

"Hello, sir!" the droid said, almost enthusiastically. "Photoreceptors are functioning at peak efficiency."

He could now see who exactly had saved him. She was a purple-skinned Togruta, looking around twenty-something years old. And she didn't look like one of those officers who barked at droids, or civilians who kept calling them 'tinnies' or 'clankers'. But who was she, exactly? "Uh, sir, if you don't mind me asking... what should I call you?"

 

[Doctor Alura Omen]

(This post is going to be small because I don't have much to say.)
Doctor Alura Omen stared at the droid as he responded. She didn't believe it worked. [member="OOM-41"] even started sounding enthusiastic. "You can call me Alura!" Doctor Omen smiled happily and waited for another response.

 

[OOM-41]

Alura... OOM-41 nodded, registering the name in his files. It seemed like he'd be accompanying this Togruta in her travels. The droid wondered what life had laid out for him. Would he succumb to the unforgiving Galaxy? Would he be a paragon, or a murderer? Only time would tell.

OOM-41 was about to say something when someone—or something—started pounding on the vessel's hull. The droid had no clue what it was, but the Doctor could easily guess that it originated from the planet's deadly Rakghouls. 41, confused, looked around, before asking his new owner, "Uhh, sir, any idea what that is?"

(It's okay xD)

 

[Doctor Alura Omen]

Doctor Alura Omen's eyes widened at the noise. She heard the pounding too. She quickly pulled out a blaster. Knowing that [member="OOM-41"] is confused about 70% of the time, he wouldn't know what it is. Doctor Omen heard what the droid said and she started shivering. "Th-This is T-Taris. So I s-s-suspect it's either a rakghoul or a n-nekghoul. It's either th-that or j-just a raider."

Doctor Omen was scared by the fact that it was Taris that there was banging on her hull. She knew Taris was dangerous. She grew up in it. It was the reason she has a medical career. She hated the planet. All Doctor Omen needed to do was stay calm and walk to the bridge. There she could fly a way.

Instead of walking to the bridge she ran. She quickly ran to the bridge and took the ship above the ground. As she flew up she looked down at where the pounding came from. It was a rakghoul. "It was a rakghoul," She said before leaving the atmosphere of Taris.

 

[OOM-41]

The droid followed Doctor Omen to the bridge. A rakghoul? OOM-41 had never heard of these things. Whatever they were, they seemed to terrify his Togrutan owner. What could bring that much fear into a being so easily?

"What exactly is a 'rakghoul', sir?" 41 asked after a few moments. He was a rather curious droid.

 

[Doctor Alura Omen]

Doctor Alura Omen was startled by [member="OOM-41"]'s footsteps as he went into the bridge. She quickly turned around. "Rakghouls... They are deadly creatures with no mind. All they do is hunt for prey. They infect you and make you become one of them. They are native to Taris and highly deadly to many. Besides droids of course."

 

[OOM-41]

(Sorry for the late reply!!)
Rakghouls... OOM-41 registered them as hostile, despite the fact that they normally do not attack mechanical beings. He would do his best to avoid those things in the future. The droid nodded after the Doctor was done explaining, registering everything in his files.

"...And, where do we go now?" Unit 41 asked as the ship made its way to the planet's upper atmosphere. He hoped there would be some action later in their travels, or at least something more...educational. The newly-independent droid had a great interest in the galaxy and its workings, although he didn't seem to show it.

 

[Doctor Alura Omen]

([member="OOM-41"] Ready to wrap the roleplay up? Also, sorry for the small post. Also, Also, sorry for the late post.)

Doctor Alura Omen Sat down on a chair. "I suppose we just do what we like." There wasn't much to do for her to do besides go to the republic military base. "I can drop you off at a planet if you'd like."