The Meeting of the Minds (Juzt & Zarkan)

[Juzt]

People were steering clear of Siala Elrad's work room. Word continued to spread like wildfire about Siala being unhinged. “HAH!” she thought to herself. What did they matter anyway she had all the friends she needed here, especially AS-4S. The sightless inactive eyes stared down on the manic white haired girl as she seemed intent on wearing out the floor. A conference was taking place, and the problem was that Siala did not seem to realise she was the only member. “I know your worried AS, but it is fine. I can look after myself.” The Droid head remained as silent as it had done since the day it was parted from its shoulders. However, some where in Siala's head she heard an answer. “Of course it is dangerous, fighting an occupation force is always dangerous besides Clive will protect me won't you Clive?”

She looked up bright faced to a space on the shelf, where a small 66 Flaz Blaster pistol sat. “See I told you he would! I know he is not the brightest but he will protect me.” She reached up and gave the gun and affectionate pat. The room was fairly small and made too look even smaller due to the parts and datapads strewn everywhere. To the side of the shut door was a hook. On the hook hung an oversized coat in a variety of garish colours and a stupidly long patterned scarf. In the far corner was a simple bed festooned with datapads, technical drawings covered with her childish scrawl. Next to the bed was a small cabinet filled with tools, and unlike the rest of the room it was faultlessly tidy. All the tools were shiny and clean, from the largest Arc welder and Hydro-spanner, to the smallest bolt. Each had been placed painstakingly in the correct place. Small labels denoted names, like 'Liran', 'Kodo', and 'Adiara'.

Siala leapt into her chair and knelt in it and reached up for AS-4S. “I have to do this I owe them a great deal, they saved my life and yours to.” She winked at the head and placed a soft kiss on it's slightly dented surface. “Your so considerate and kind, I dunno what I would do with out you.” She suddenly looked round the room and raised her voice “All of you. Without you I would probably go mad.” She patted the head affectionately and placed it back on its shelf. “Now lets hear no more about it. I have a droid I need to see to today so I want to finish treating my other patients.” She picked up a comlink lying on her desk, the back panel was open and she reached across for a small hydro-spanner. “Right to work Adiara.”

She hummed softly to herself as she adjusted the circuitry carefully. “The Droid, Clive?” she said her head suddenly snapping up. “Oh I have not met him yet, apparently he worked on Dutch's farm.” She put down the comlink again “No no, I am sure we shall be great friends.” She giggled quietly “Yes GREAT friends”. The room went silent.

[Zarkan]

The droid know as Quivix was currently knee deep in work as he had the joyous task of unloading an entire truck load of captured supplies and moving them to the store rooms. Thankfully, the droid didn't actually have to carry the supplies to the various rooms now set aside for supplies they had found some now liberated automated repulsor skids for that. Still the task was taking longer than one might like particularly, when one had an appointment.

Quivix had been told that master Sampson had brought another young sprout to the compound and that she at least claimed the skills of a droid mechanic. The droid was Leary of meeting with a mechanic as much as he would like his gyro or vocabulator repaired having some one poke around in his components gave him verified mecha willies. Still, hesitance aside it would not be proper for him to miss a meeting even if it wasn't one he himself had set up and so, the moment the last box hit the deck of the chirping repulsor sled the droid hopped of the back of the truck and started making his way trough the maze of corridors. Some days quivix wondered how all the humans with their fuzzy memories could even find there way through the snarl within the base certainly they didn't have some biological navigation system did they?

The droids musing continued as he clanking steps carried him on the two the three minute journey to where he and been told the woman would be. As the reached the door he could hear the faint sound of voices trough the door. His head tilted slightly before steeping to the door and rapping on it quickly twice.

After a moment with no answer the droid decided to simply enter there was a appointment made after all. The droid eased the door open and took a half step into the small dimly lit cell. His four blue eyes glowed slightly as he took a quick scan of the room. As with most of these rooms the primary feature was the long hard cot that extended from the rear wall, other than that datapads were strewn over nearly every surface of the room. More disturbing was the decapitated head of a droid sitting in a place of prominence on a shelf. The occupant of the room set on one of the few clear places on the cot with a comlink clasp in one hand and a hydrospanner in the other.

Finally stepping fully into the room the droid made a sound emulating clearing one's throat though on the droid it came out more a buzzing growl. "Mistress Eldrad?" he asked his head tilting slightly downward. "I was told to you where a droid mechanic correct?" he asked another question in quick succession hoping to get the important parts before the crackling buzz emanating from the vocabulator over whelmed his speech. "I am Quivix."

[Juzt]

Siala continued to mutter soothingly to commlink as she made some minor adjustments the job was almost finished, her patient almost treated. She heard a clang that sounded like two pieces of metal colliding, probably someone knocking. She was determined to finish her work on the commlink, if it was important who ever it was would wait. She ignored the knock and reattached the last piece of circuitry as some one stumbled in and announced themselves with a polite, cough? Growl? Who could say?

"Mistress Eldrad?" Siala remained silent as she looked round the cot for the back plate of the commlink "I was told to you where a droid mechanic correct?" She was distracted for a moment by the buzz in the voice. "I am Quivix." She raised her hand for silence. She located the back panel and with care and reverence reattached the back plate. “AH HA!” she suddenly exclaimed pumping her fist in the air. “Another successful operation!”, she looked straight at the AS-4S' head, “No need for applause old friend.” She beamed in happily and leaned close to the comlink. “There we are, told you I would get you good as new. You tell that Ham-fisted master of yours to take better care of you.” Looking almost as if she thought the comlink would break into a thousand pieces she placed it carefully back on her work bench.

Siala quickly whirled round a smile lighting up her face, and her blue eyes shining amiably at Quivix. “Quivix? Oh yes your my next patient. Dutch wanted me to look at you.” Her face fell for a moment “And not a moment too soon. Hmm that buzzing noise, calling me Eldrad? Hmmm must be a problem with your vocabulator.” She moved quickly to her tool cabinet, and seemed to be muttering names to herself. “Your right AS. There is other damage too but not as severe. The Vocabulator takes precedence. I am surprised at Dutch waiting so long to send him to me.” She turned round and brought her hand up to her forehead, “Oh I am so sorry that was rude of me you have not been introduced.” She pointed to the head and back to Quivix “Quivix, this is AS-4S my best friend.” She then pointed to the blaster next to the droid “Oh and ignore Clive he might threaten you but his bark is worse than his bite.... or is it the other way around?” She found what she was looking for, a much larger hydro-spanner than the one she used before which had been labelled 'Geoff' in the cabinet.

She wiped some grease from her hand on the back of her trousers and proffered her hand towards Quivix, “Anyway you can drop the Mistress stuff with me call me Siala.” She smiled broadly “Shall we get started?”