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Would Palpatine be Pleased?

Menoetius

Anzat's How it's Done
You cannot possibly fathom the immensity of T1N-C4N's intellect. It is so vast, so mind-boggingly incredible that over countless millennia swathes of respectable scientists, dictators and street vendors sought T1N-C4N's impeccable advice. At one point in galactic history gentlebeings of all types queued in tremendous lines before T1N-C4N's throne, all awaiting his wise counsel, all very sure that waiting in the mud and slime for weeks was worth the terrific guidance the droid provided.

"Dust and done-d," a highly irregular robotic voice quipped. A moment of silence passed before, "Or was it done and dusted?"

With a heavy sigh that sounded like blowing air into a fan, the droid that was in fact T1N-C4N shook what passed for a head and stood up. Looking down with its glaring orange photoreceptor, it peered at a screen that now displayed T1N-C4N's newly edited page on the galactic encyclopedia. The page itself had been created a few hundred years prior and was a huge source of pride for T1N-C4N and its multiple sentient programs. Unfortunately they did not always agree on what was written, resulting in countless (not to mention fictional) edits to the page.

The droid's current dominant program fancied itself to be a philosopher though, through limitations of internal hardware, it was incapable of philosophising anything except the correct way to disembowel an Ewok in a manner which would have appeased Emperor Palpatine had he still been alive. Limitation in mind, the droid still managed to publish many books discussing the matter, all of which had been bestsellers on the Trandoshan homeworld.

Mission completed, the droid began to walk towards the library's exit. As it neared the door, a metallic shutter descended from the top of the doorframe, effectively blocking the door and any means of escape. As this happened, an annoying and rather loud alarm sounded. Intrigued as to what was causing all of this ruckus, T1N-C4N pivoted on its heel and gazed across the library's main floor. It was then that the droid realised most of the occupants had been shot dead and the blaster pistol in its right hand was smoking from the barrel...
 

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