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Feb 23, 2013 12:49:59 GMT -5
Post by Juzt on Feb 23, 2013 12:49:59 GMT -5
The hideout of the Dantooine Liberation Army, was very quiet. Night had fallen a few hours ago and most of the DLA fighters and volunteers were safely tucked up in bed dreaming of liberation. Occasionally someone on watch, wondered round the corridors, but the base was silent. Which is why it was startling when a quiet voice rang out in song. It broke the silence and therefore sounded much louder than it really was.
“The Servo connects to the green wire, the green wire connects to the terminal, the terminal connects to the red wire, the red wire connects to the capacitor, and that is how we make a droid!” Sung a small voice in Arkanian, it was the tune of an old nursery rhyme but the voice had made up its own words. The words did not quite fit and so pushed the rhythm out of kilter with the tune.
In her room Siala was busy, conducting surgery. AS-4S' head was open, while Siala nudged and manipulated his fried circuit boards with her hydro spanner. No one had quite had the heart to tell her that poor AS had been beyond repair since his head was seperated from his body, more than a year ago. However, even if she were told it was unlikely she would accept the truth, especially when she could hear AS' voice in her head as clear as any real person.
Siala with her tongue sticking out carefully slotted a circuit board back into AS' casing and shut it. She adjust a switch at the back of his Skull, and faint flicker and then a spark and AS returned to his inanimate state. Siala sighed and looked into the empty metal face, “I know your disappointed AS, but we are nearly there.” She paused as if listening then shook her head quickly “Don't say that! I will fix you. Your not ruining my life at all. You and all of them...” her hand waved indicated several inanimate tools and a battered blaster “....are the only friends I need.”
In her head there was a flurry of agreement from many tiny electronic voices. “They all think I am a lunatic anyway. You don't think that do you AS?”
Siala looked at the immobile face imploringly for a moment, then smiled. “Where would I be with out you, you know the right thing to say." Suddenly Siala heard a sound outside, she reached for her blaster, perhaps the hideout had been discovered. “Come on clive she wishpered. And the rest of you keep quiet.” She said to the silent room. She edged to the door and as it opened glanced through the gap cautiously.
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Feb 25, 2013 4:02:52 GMT -5
Post by Poludnica on Feb 25, 2013 4:02:52 GMT -5
ThemeClank of glass echoed in the empty hallway when a white haired boy nearly dropped couple bottles filled with strong, local ale. Dutch should really learn to lock his cabinet – not that it would work, when Lucca needed a drink any way was good to get it. He sighed and adjusted grip of pale fingers around the neck of the bottle. It was a long day, the Imperials recently updated their security grid; going through every line of code left the young Echani mutt endlessly tired but it wasn't what made him to seek recluse in a bottom of a glass today. The boy reached to his pocket and scooped a single photo he found in the Sith database. In the picture one could find a petite human girl with black hair and vivid green eyes. It was his mother's picture taken in one of Dantooine clinics. Right before Sith murdered her. Feeling stinginess swelling under his eyelids, Lucca put away the picture and resumed his walk. The hideout was silent this evening and he was glad about it. Lucca wasn't the most sociable person but when in such mood his tolerance for people dropped to the lowest levels imaginable. Suddenly Lucca decided to uncork the bottle right where he stood and take a hearty gulp. With soft sound the cork popped out and the boy leaned against the wall next to one of the rooms. He couldn't really recall who dwelt there but it didn't really matter. Slouching slightly the boy took a sip, then another. Before he knew it half of the bottle was gone and slowly rising dizziness fogged his mind. Lucca inhaled slowly, reading himself to leave the comfortable spot when the doors opened and a pair of curious eyes appeared. They looked feminine but the boy couldn't really tell. ” What?” The near-human asked rudely wiping his mouth from the last droplets of alcohol.
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Feb 25, 2013 6:40:48 GMT -5
Post by Juzt on Feb 25, 2013 6:40:48 GMT -5
Siala's bright eyes focused on the young man outside of her door, slumped with a bottle of booze in his hand. Siala had not been in the DLA long but she vaguely recognised him. He often seemed to be with Dutch, she found it hard to remember his name. Luke? Lucian? Lucha? Luscious? She felt a little bad for not really knowing it, but then he did not have wires coming out of him so she paid little attention to him.
Due to her limited social interactions she was totally oblivious to his rudeness and clear anger and upset. She put the blaster down on her counter and pushed open the door.
“Your very lucky you know.” She said in a sing song voice
“Clive wanted to shoot you, luckily I recognised you....Luke?” She finished uncertainly.
She stepped out of her room, and despite the fairly cold surroundings she was only wearing a tank-top and camouflage three-quarter length trousers, brimming with pockets. Out of which stuck circuit boards, wires and all manner of technical and mechanical detritus. He shortish white hair was tussled, and she carried the general demeanour of 'Life is too short to be organised.' As she walked closer, she was stood holding a dilapidated droid head under her arm. She could smell the alcohol, and vaguely wondered why people preferred to be drunk sometimes. She preferred droids and machines far more reliable and dependable.
She stopped as if listening. “Not so loud AS, its rude to talk about people while they are present. … Yes I know you mean for the best. All right all right I'll ask him”
She sighed, AS had suggested she should try and be friendly.
“Um.. AS says you don't look happy is something wrong?” She edged closer so close in fact she was inches from his face, looking at him curiously like he was a circuit board she was trying to spark life back into. She fluttered her eyes at the smell of booze on his breath. “Maybe he needs rebooting?” She whispered into to the head.
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Feb 26, 2013 6:35:48 GMT -5
Post by Poludnica on Feb 26, 2013 6:35:48 GMT -5
A patch of white hair, not unlike his own peered through the opening, Lucca immediately put the girl's species in a proper place on the galactic map – Arkanian. He actually remembered seeing her from time to time around DLA safe house but the boy was never overly sociable person. The strange female didn't seem like a type either so they just passed each other during daily activities without even exchanging simple 'hello'. Not that Lucca shared such privilege with just anyone, probably only three or four people in the entire rebellion organization.
What was her name? Nope, nothing came to his mind and the teenager took another swing from the bottle, seemingly ignoring the oddly lyrical speech until the Arkanian twisted his given name into something absolutely horrible. He looked at her with a growing disdain painted on his chalk pale features. ”It's Lucca.” The Echani mutt corrected the young woman before focusing more on her frame that finally showed itself in the hallway.
What a mess... Was the first thought that appeared in the boy's mind at the sight. The Arkanian looked like a pile of disorganized misery that contrasted severely with his groomed hair and neat clothes. His shirt lacked any wrinkles and dark pants were spotless. Eve his bare feet were marked by carefully trimmed nails. ”A what wants to shoot me?” The near-human asked, suddenly remembering the funny rumor about one Arkanian in DLA. She was a nut job that talked to broken droids or something. Or generally to inanimate objects.
Just great. His green gaze fell on the droids skeletal head finally understanding what wanted his demise. ”You are crazy.” Lucca commented flatly, not really aiming to offend the girl. He was just stating a fact. Especially when the Arkanian didn't even hide her inclinations and scolded the inactive droid for something. Lucca's white brow raise in slight, amused disbelief. ”I didn't hear anything. It's all in your head.” The part Echani poked his forehead pointendly, before finishing what was left in the bottle.
”I am not unhappy and I don't need rebooting.” He scoffed, a bit too defensively. His hand unconsciously slid into his pocket, by accident freeing the photo that rested there. The image of a dark haired woman fell on the ground. A small fact half drunk Lucca didn't register, instead looking attentively at the petite female.
”What do you even want?” He asked rudely.
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Feb 28, 2013 8:21:45 GMT -5
Post by Juzt on Feb 28, 2013 8:21:45 GMT -5
“Ahhh ahhhh Lucca yes.” She beamed cheerfully at him, silly of her to forget a weird name like that. “I do apologise silly me.”
She shook the head an whispered animatedly to it. “Why did you not tell me his name was Luke? Oh very funny bet he thinks I am crazy. No oil bath for you today!”
Suddenly realsiing she was very close to Lucca, she backed up giving him more space. “I do apologise about the name thing one of his jokes..... I am not crazy.” She finished the sentence quietly looking wistful.
Then some where in her head she registered that he had said something else.
“What do I want? Uh.... oh I know um Galactic peace and a new Mark VII hydrospanner you know the one with the micro laser lance setting. So much easier than soldering.”
There was a wide smile on her face and faint twinkle in her pale blue eyes. Whether or not she was saying what she was saying due to being unbalanced or purely to annoy him was anyone’s guess. Perhaps a little of both. It was then she spotted a picture on the floor by him.
She bent to pick it up. “Oh you dropped ….” Her eyes widened at the woman in the picture. “Wow pretty, hmm and related to you I can tell. Your mother or an Aunt perhaps.”
She held out the picture for him to take. Even though she was a little bizarre she was not stupid. Lucca looked in a foul mood, so she was eager to pass back what was his in case he got upset. She smiled warmly at him. It was nice he kept a picture of a relative on his person. She wished she had a picture of her mother to keep with her, but the Sith destroyed the farm she had worked on. Where she had picked up AS, who at the time had a malfunctioning behaviour core. Her Unconventional repair had convinced the elderly farmers to allow her and her father to stay.
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Mar 1, 2013 12:07:37 GMT -5
Post by Poludnica on Mar 1, 2013 12:07:37 GMT -5
”Yeah, silly you.” Lucca sneered, not amused in the slightest. He had a lingering feeling the girl tried to be cute or endearing but it didn't seem to work at all. The young mutt wrinkled his nose in a distaste – he liked everything to fit a certain norm and this girl escaped all qualifications or labels. Especially when her attention focused again on something that didn't exist. She was scolding the robot...Really?
Lucca rolled his eyes at this, not really trying to understand even. Maybe she had been through bad stuff, maybe she was born this way – he didn't really care. The boy did hear rumors the Arkanian was really good with all kind of droids. Probably because she talked to them. The part Echani looked down at the small girl with something between disdain and amusement. ”No, no its idea. You are just weird.” Lucca mocked slightly, looking down a the last bottle. Pondering opening it and drying even quicker than the last one.
”Just stop. That wasn't funny.” He sighed at the poor attempt at a joke. Then again, maybe she was crazy enough to believe this answer would be accurate in such situation. One thing was certain, the Arkanian annoyed him, everything annoyed him today.
The boy stepped away and was ready to walk away when the girl's words made him freeze. What? Lucca turned rapidly, losing the empty bottle that broke on the floor into pieces. The Arkanian held the photo that fell from his pocket and the boy's face flushed with embarrassment. ”It doesn't matter.” Lucca hissed and tried to take away the picture. He never really thought of his mother as pretty though many would tell she had been quite stunning. It didn't matter, as a part Echani Lucca resembled his father much more and only dark green gaze betrayed his human heritage.
The girl smiled at him which caused even more fluster. ”She is nobody important.” Lucca proclaimed, wiping stingy wetness from his eyes.
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Mar 4, 2013 7:06:08 GMT -5
Post by Juzt on Mar 4, 2013 7:06:08 GMT -5
As she offered the picture back to Lucca there was a faint hint of irritation on her face. He did not know her? Of course he did or else why have the photograph, like many people he was treating her like she was stupid just because she was … a little different. She her jaw a little her smile gone, AS was mumbling advice at her but she felt she could deal with this on her own.
“Of course it matters... of course she matters otherwise why have her picture and try and snatch it away. “
She took hold of his free hand and carefully and with a degree of reverence placed the picture in his hand. She was certain he was related to the woman, but given his reaction when she had seen the picture she was not sure it was her business to ask any more questions. She had no intention of pushing her self into some private memory. It was then she noticed the tears.
“Are you ok? Your leaking lubricant.” She said softly.
Somewhere in her head the fact that it was really tears may have registered hence the quick vanishing of her anger and an urge to say something nice. Social interactions were not her thing but for a comrade in arms she would try. She gently placed hands on his shoulders her bright shinning blue eyes looking up at him in Sympathy
“She... she is gone..is'nt she.” She said painfully, wincing she remembered all those who had disappeared from her life taken by the Sith and by the Arkanian pure-bloods. Both were groups she would happily see crushed.
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Mar 6, 2013 3:58:52 GMT -5
Post by Poludnica on Mar 6, 2013 3:58:52 GMT -5
Thankfully without much fuss Lucca got the picture back. He noticed something changing on the girl's face but the boy shrugged it off. Others distress wasn't his business at all. Though the sudden physical contact made him wince. Immediately Lucca imagined all the germs and filthy oil spread on the Arkanian's palm. The urge to wash his hand was quickly downed with another gulp of booze which sadly made him much more chatty as well.
”It's my mother. Happy now? Why do you even care?” Lucca snapped and took another couple of long gulps. He was angry but couldn't really rationalize it. After all everyone had some kind of mother but strangely the fact he missed his shamed him. ”I got something in my eye.” Lucca claimed and rubbed away the rest of 'lubricant'.
A what...
The boy shook his head with resignation. ”I wonder if you are even aware people aren't droids.” He added with a sigh, oddly calmed down. That alcohol really helped...Dutch had right idea to store so much of it in his place. He slowly pried the intrusive hand from his shoulder, absolutely not appreciating touchy feely attitude. Echani touched one another mostly in fights and sometimes only fights unless with romantic partners. His mother wasn't like that though and would always comfort him in odd ways, like the Arkanian girls had just tried. Lucca didn't understand this.
He gave the picture one last look and tucked it away. Why the Arkanian seemed to sad now? For him? They barely knew each other. Lucca huffed, completely lost in this social interaction. ”Yeah, she is gone.” He added coldly.”Sith murdered her.” It was almost surprising how flat and void of emotion was his voice at this point.
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Mar 7, 2013 5:57:35 GMT -5
Post by Juzt on Mar 7, 2013 5:57:35 GMT -5
Siala, was just about starting to register that all she was doing was making him more angry as he supped more booze. It distressed her as she was not cut out for helping people. She very rarely tried to engage and be friendly and this was why. It was never very well received and she could not understand why. Her odd behaviour never crossing her mind as the cause of this rejection of any social interactions she made.
“Of course you are, we are all droids. Only difference is we are made of squashy stuff they are made of metal.”
She said in a distinctly unscientific manner. She had once got herself a holobook on Biology and anatomy however, the lack of wires really bored her. Suddenly her hands being pulled off of his shoulders they dropped loosely at her sides and the look he gave her made her feel dirty, she turned her hands over, the seemed clean enough for her. In fact her hands had to be clean when dealing with delicate and sensitive equipment. Though she once remembered clapping Dutch on the back and leaving an oil palm print.
“See no oil.” She said trying to regain her cheeriness. She had heard this guy was a clean freak.”Trust me... clean.” She said waving the hands at him for a moment.
It then all came back to him and his picture, as she had suspected she was related to him and was his Mother, and the Sith had taken her.
“I am sorry.” She said softly looking at the ground. She new how bad that pain could be, both the Arkanian Pure-Bloods and the Sith had hurt her. She had been jumping from a frying pan straight into a fire all her life. She was more than ever convinced she needed to help him. AS whispered in her head to leave it, but she had to help him.
“You are a droid... something has affected your programming and we need to fix it.” She paused and tried to analyse his symptoms as if he were a droid. He was on his own, rejecting hers and AS' delightful company. Perhaps he felt he was alone and no one could understand him. She thought she could fix that. She attached AS to one side of her belt on a tiny clip, the massive head sticking out of her hip looked silly and weighed down her trousers on that side. She grabbed Lucca's hands and started to pull him into her room.
“Let me show you something.” She said not giving him chance to escape.
Her room was a mess, the place was littered with parts and components. A tool rack at the far end was about the only thing kept neatly and without dust. A coat stand hung stood by the door, a worn and well loved rainbow coloured poncho hung up next to a bizarre looking set of hats and other eclectic items of clothing were scattered around. She let go of him, and started rummaging around under her bed, bits of broken droid and old socks went flying till she found what she was looking for. A tiny leather case, taking it she crossed the room to him and opened it in front of him, inside lovingly wrapped in tissue paper was a terrible looking necklace. A flat bit of metal, with a uncut unrefined gem sticking out of it, round it were written words in Arkanian poorly carved. Everything about it screamed 'homemade'. She smiled a very sad smiled as she showed it to him, “This is my most prised possession.”
She took a big risk emotionally with this, and she could feel worry and upset building a little. However, she tried to smile and find her words. “Lucca your not alone...”
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Post by Poludnica on Mar 11, 2013 12:36:06 GMT -5
It made him wonder if life had been this much easier for the Arkanian when identified herself with the machines. Lucca just shook his head at this, not willing to argue anymore. The girl was delusional, this much was clear which scared him actually. In his life of order and perfection there was little room for the likes of her who lived in pure chaos of insanity. He was curious though if the white haired woman was born this way or severe trauma had caused her to gain such ludicrous notions.
”So you say.” He snorted, looking at her hands. It was difficult to explain why such touch bothered him. It just did, grime and filth felt like just an excuse. Lucca wasn't used to all the physical contact much; he found it more threatening than anything.
The boy just nodded at the girl's sympathy, his face expressionless and void of any emotions. He didn't need pity from anyone, especially an Arkanian with mental issues. Lucca shrugged off the unpleasant irritation. She probably lost someone too, most in DLA had their loved ones taken away. What was a better motivation to find than vengeance? ”Sh*t happens.” The Echani mutt claimed and finished what was left in the bottle. Hopefully Dutch wouldn't miss them.
Carefully he placed the emptied proof of his mischief on the ground. Maybe Dutch would think Siala had drank it. When the bottles were safely tucked near the Arkanian's door, he snorted a short laugh. ”No, I am not a droid, I am an Echani. Get it? Eee..chaaa..ni...” Lucca said, deliberately slowing the last word, hoping to at least kick this silly idea from the girl's head. ”People are not droids.” He was well aware it wouldn't do but it would always be a fun to try.
Through a drunken haze Lucca didn't notice the hand that was pulling him toward the room. The boy stumbled forward, almost falling into Siala's cave. It didn't help he stumbled over some scattered rags and robotic parts. ”Oi!” Lucca complained loudly and kicked away some colorful clothing that entangled itself around his shoe. The room was a mess – a horrible mess that made his mind immediately go EW. The near-human frowned and moved himself closer to the doorways.
Just in case...
His eyes drifted to the battered box and ugly necklace when Siala claimed it to be her most important position. Visibly bored and uncomfortable Lucca took another step toward the exit. The thing looked ugly as a night. Maybe some unlucky child had made it, maybe even the Arkanian. Suddenly the Echani smiled mirthlessly, forcing a pleasant grin on his face. It didn't reach his green eyes though – he was very bad liar. ”Yeah...good for you.” Lucca mouthed, hoping maybe now the crazy girl would let him go.
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Mar 24, 2013 9:37:27 GMT -5
Post by Juzt on Mar 24, 2013 9:37:27 GMT -5
Siala saw that the smile did not match his eyes. Normally she was bad at picking this up but his distaste for her was so obvious. What made it distressing was that she had reached out for him and he was throwing it all back at her. Normally this kind of thing did not bother her, but she was reaching out and it was just reminding her how unreliable organics were. They cruel and manipulative they had a malice a droid could never understand, and worst of all they were frail and they died. She visibly sagged under his gaze.
“I... its my Mother's promise necklace. Father made it for her.”
She smiled sadly “He was never good with his hands but you can feel the love and affection he had for her in it.”
She stared back at his bored and slightly scared looking face. “It is the only thing I have of them. I am showing you this, to show you that your not alone.”
She felt tears prick at the sides of her eyes, which were growing hot and angry. “I know that you don't think it is worth anything, or even that I am worth anything...” She sighed reinging in her anger and upset
“...but I want you to know, that I know understand and care how you feel.” She then muttered bitterly “Even if you won't extend the same courtesy.”
She looked at him standing there and slammed the case lid down with an aggressive snap. It had been a mistake to open up to him. What did she need with people anyway. She slumped down in her desk and spotted a jammed blaster rifle someone had left her to take care of. She took out her tools and started work. Cooing to it with soothing words. Seeing him still standing there she turned to him dangerously with a cold look in her blue eyes. “Need something fixing? If not... I am very busy.” She looked back to her work choking back her tears of frustration at her own stupidity for opening up her frailties to someone else.
[[Again sorry for the latenss of my reply]]
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Post by Poludnica on Mar 29, 2013 3:46:36 GMT -5
The boy felt only moderately bad for his reaction; he was normally very callous when it came to other people’s feelings and Siala’s clear withdrawal didn’t really mean much for Lucca. He wasn’t a machine though and something in theirl’s story echoed his own. The Echani’s mutt sharp features formed in strange, nostalgic expression that very quickly faded, giving room to typical indifference. ”Oh...” Lucca just said and shifted his weight uncomfortably.
”I know I am not alone, it doesn’t change things for me. Really.” He replied with a shrug. Siala thought she would give him some kind of comfort by showing this proof of troubled past. It didn’t really make things better or punished those who had killed his mother. And on top of that, the Arkanian seemed upset and Lucca couldn’t really figure out why.
”You shouldn’t really care what I think.” The half Echani smirked lightly, not really denying her words about his opinion. And now, she was clearly angry, almost theatrically as if expecting him to do something or say. Admit to his error? Trying to make him nicer? Lucca didn’t really care for social games people played, mostly because he rarely felt kinship toward most of them.
”Not really.” The boy sighed, slightly irritated. It was her who insisted on interaction and now kicked him out in a prissy manner. Siala was a disturbed creature, a bit too much for his taste - too broken and Lucca didn’t see himself as someone to mend it. He had enough of his own problems.
Without a word the boy turned to the doors and stepped outside the messy room, still hoping to get himself drunk into oblivion.
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