Afro Bot
"Supply-01, please report to Cargo Bay Twelve for receiving. Supply-01, please re..."
In theory, this was going to be a short trip.
Confirm that they'd arrived in a different galaxy. Make contact with one of the Ba'Land anchors. And then conduct an initial survey.
On paper, it was a simple enough excursion. The anticipated time out and back was estimated at three or four months. Even if they found something worth investing a longer survey in, until they had precise enough information on calculating the dimensional jump, they couldn't assume that they'd be able to successfully return to the same location on the other side.
And, of course, there were a number of assumptions that were being made. They assumed that they'd be able to make contact with Ba'Land, for example. Which could potentially open up the Chiaki Network as an alternative means for returning home. But the small droid wasn't going to rely on assumptions, and so the first order he'd given was to bring aboard enough stores and consumables to last a year, if necessary.
He'd rather be overprepared than under.
It was a sentiment that the Cooperative appeared to agree with him on, which was how he'd gotten a job that he hadn't asked for.
"Prepare to bring the mains online."
An astromech wheeled over toward the similarly sized, afro headed droid. Giving a nod at a series of clicks and whistles, the droid responded, "Bring the mains online."
For the Solaris and... whatever they decided to call the third... the Cooperative had been trying to recruit experienced organics to fill the command position. But for the first expedition, it wanted a droid in command. But, that came with its own list of prerequisites. They had to be a Type-4 droid with combat programming. They had to have experience with logistics. And they needed an understanding of astrogation.
Which apparently put a short droid on a short list.
"Solar Ionization Reactor initialized. Power output stable, now at twelve percent..."
A yeoman came over with a datapad. Perusing it, the droid made the appropriate entries for the deck log regarding the start-up of the ship's power core. Signing the log, the droid passed it back to the yeoman and remarked, "Inform Lunar Station that we'll be departing shortly."
As the yeoman departed, the afro bot glanced out the large, transparisteel window that dominated one side of the bridge.
"Any guesses on what we'll find on the other side?"