The droid looked at [member="Jessica Med-Beq"] at her words,
"With all due respect, lady, I am the one made of Phrik and you of soft flesh, you should be the one to keep calm. Only thing to make me panic are Jawas and talking bird-men with knives."
And just as it happened it was then that he noticed [member="Tai Fa"] could speak, the bird's voice picked up on droid's audioreceptors, the machine looked towards him and saw a large metal blade in his wing-hands,
Alright, I am out of here,
The droid calculated to himself at the sight. Just then a stray tentacle whipped by, aiming for @Summer Sovereing, seemingly pushed back by some manipulation of the Force, the machine's scanners recognized somatic gesture of it coming from [member="Kianna Auli'i"], he motioned for Jessica to move towards her,
"Go with them, they will keep you safe."
Just in case the machine motioned for a few security guards in the area to move away from the toilets and towards the group to give another layer of protection.
Little did droid knew of [member="Ajira Cardei"] suspicion towards Jessica, perhaps he didn't heard the whisper even with his sensitive hearing as he was focused on the space-peacock at the time, or probably he just didn't care, corporate politics were ruthless and take-overs like that happened all the time, in the machine's view the injustice of it was minuscule when compared to other threats like the Vong, Sith, or birds with knives.
"I will go try and talk to whoever is doing this."
The droid announced as he reached down to pick up the hem of his dress, raising it above his knees so he could move easier towards the bathroom. It seems that the machine was recently started to try a different tactic rather than just charging into combat or bombing something from orbit, maybe he could de-escalate the situation so the ceremonies could proceed, or he might make a new friend! Anyway, while he was making his way towards the restroom [member="Lady Shambleau"] occupied, he sent out a silent message towards his contact in the planet's orbit,
Bring me my armor, things are going to chit down here.
Soon enough he received an instant message in response,
Phrik, power armor, or goop?
The machine calculated for a second before replying,
Goop me.
You realize it will take a while to put it on.
The threat is holed up, I will try to negotiate, we have time.
Soon enough he came up to [member="Michael Shado"], [member="Jezza Shado"], [member="Cerasi Kent"], and [member="Herr Vanderhing"] position,
"Let me pass, I will try to speak to it."
HK spoke as he moved through the security line, pushing his way if he had to, the machine was determined to put an end to this peacefully, still holding onto his pretty dress.