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There had been very few droids on Ession.
The people of his homeworld had a distinct distrust for the automatons, fueled by years of religious fervor that often bespoke of the non-organic as something to be looked down upon. As such, the Jedi Knight's experience with droids and their ilk was far less than that of most people. It was for that very reason that he'd sent one of the ensigns out to find a proper astromech droid.
Yes, any form of droid could be delivered to him, and yes, those droids might have been more modern, but Cedric had an affinity for the classics. He didn't appreciate the vast technological advancements that had given rise to factions such as the Metal Lords - an advanced droid was a droid that would eventually rebel if given the proper leeway.
He figured learning to deal with a more simple construct would be greater step into the realm of robotic companionship. Moreover, the systems that ran the majority of his family's vessels were particularly archaic in nature; an older astromech would mesh far better with the vessel than something of the more recent era.
Cedric was seated in the hanger bay of the Chimaera. Soldiers moved to and fro across the deck, but none paid him any mind. It was common for Cedric to spy on his comrades at random places along the ship, and they had grown used to his rather sporadic appearances.
A dingy little vessel glided silently through the Star Destroyer's open bay doors. A few moments later and it was settling down onto the deck, gangplank rolling open.
A young woman dressed in an officer's uniform approached him. She snapped off a crisp salute, and when she spoke, her voice was almost mechanically dull.
"We've found you an astromech Field Marshal," she gestured toward the inside of the ship. "An older model. One that fit your criteria, though it took some searching..." the woman frowned and turned toward the ship. "Well, come on out. I flew across half the galaxy to find you, let's make sure you're a good fit for the job."
Cedric folded his arms about his chest and smiled. He was clad in the raiments of his station, though his cowl was drawn back, and his mask hung freely at his side. "Yes, come on out my friend."
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The people of his homeworld had a distinct distrust for the automatons, fueled by years of religious fervor that often bespoke of the non-organic as something to be looked down upon. As such, the Jedi Knight's experience with droids and their ilk was far less than that of most people. It was for that very reason that he'd sent one of the ensigns out to find a proper astromech droid.
Yes, any form of droid could be delivered to him, and yes, those droids might have been more modern, but Cedric had an affinity for the classics. He didn't appreciate the vast technological advancements that had given rise to factions such as the Metal Lords - an advanced droid was a droid that would eventually rebel if given the proper leeway.
He figured learning to deal with a more simple construct would be greater step into the realm of robotic companionship. Moreover, the systems that ran the majority of his family's vessels were particularly archaic in nature; an older astromech would mesh far better with the vessel than something of the more recent era.
Cedric was seated in the hanger bay of the Chimaera. Soldiers moved to and fro across the deck, but none paid him any mind. It was common for Cedric to spy on his comrades at random places along the ship, and they had grown used to his rather sporadic appearances.
A dingy little vessel glided silently through the Star Destroyer's open bay doors. A few moments later and it was settling down onto the deck, gangplank rolling open.
A young woman dressed in an officer's uniform approached him. She snapped off a crisp salute, and when she spoke, her voice was almost mechanically dull.
"We've found you an astromech Field Marshal," she gestured toward the inside of the ship. "An older model. One that fit your criteria, though it took some searching..." the woman frowned and turned toward the ship. "Well, come on out. I flew across half the galaxy to find you, let's make sure you're a good fit for the job."
Cedric folded his arms about his chest and smiled. He was clad in the raiments of his station, though his cowl was drawn back, and his mask hung freely at his side. "Yes, come on out my friend."
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