Post by Valcor on Oct 19, 2014 0:06:50 GMT -5
Amid the blowing sand on the surface of sith planet of Korriban, flew a single, strangely ornate cargo ship. Unlike the other ships zipping on and off the planets surface, this one made no move to land in the small trading post at which the others docked, and instead headed straight for the temple. Access codes were transmitted and in and instant, the small cargo ship slipped through a set of matte black blast doors as they opened for it. Inside awaited a team of technicians who quickly scanned the ship for threats, before opening the rear door to remove the cargo. To their surprise, as they opened the back hatch, a single bit of cargo was lifted into the air by another of the cargo holds occupants, a single matte black droid hoisting a chest up on his shoulder with a single arm.
Before any of the technicians could speak the droid bowed slightly, "Evening gentlemen, I did not mean to frighten you." The droid said in a calm precise tone, it's galactic basic pronounced expertly. In one motion, the droid pushed it's chest off of it's shoulder and set it down in front of the technicians, before continuing, "I assume you want to scan this?" The calmness of the droid's voice did not match how hard it was currently working it's processors however. Inside the droid, the small capture chip snapped images of each of the workers, pinning faces with jobs, quickly assembling a small information page to fall back on for them all. The technicians quickly scanned the chest, but after finding nothing different from the manifest they recieved prior to docking they let both the droid and the chest continue, completely unaware they were the first bits of information to be stored within B-AA001's database.
With no other objective currently, Butler slowly made his way into the temple, deciding to map out his new home. The place was immaculately clean, with the floors glistening with what appeared to be recent scrubbing. The walls shone as well with no signs of streaks or dirt, indicating to Butler, that whomever took care of this place put much effort into their duty. With each step, Butler mapped out the area in his processor, creating an internal picture of the temple, or what little area of it he had explored. It was not long before the droid was passed by a few young organics, which he could only assume were apprentices. One was in the middle of a conversation when Butler took notice of them. "C'mon guys, we shouldn't be late for training." The youngest of the group commented in a low unenthusiastic tone. Another groaned as the pack continued, but Butler was all to pleased to hear of this. Training was one of his primary functions which he had yet to make much use of. Unless the pack were referring to force training, which from the lightsabers clutched in their hands they were not, Butler would have an objective. The droid quickly turned his focus onto the group and set off after them along the corridors, no longer making the internal map he had previously, as his processor set about warming up his combat systems.
The group finally made their way into a rather large elevator, and rather than risk losing them, Butler joined them. The pack, finally noticing the rather odd droid, parted slightly to make room for him and his chest. Butler stood above most of them in height, and it made it hard for him not to be noticed, not that he minded much. One spoke up as the doors shut, "Uh you know this is going to the training grounds right?" clearly speaking to Butler. The droid shifted so he could face the young apprentice, "I do." Butler then set down his chest in the already cramped space before opening it up. Inside lay half a dozen, if not more, training sabers, assorted cleaning utensils and dozens of spare parts only he was fully familiar with. Butler looked over all of the blades, silently judging the advantages and disadvantages of each before finally settling on a standard, straight-handled, single phase blade. The pack of apprentices continued to eye the droid in silence as he placed the blade into a small compartment in his back, with only the bottom of the handle sticking out, before closing up his chest once more. Just as he did, the doors opened and the apprentices poured out around the droid. Butler once again lifted his chest up onto his shoulder and strode out onto the training grounds, before noting a single figure standing in the center of the arena clad in a dark cowl with an apathetic look on his face. Butler silently documented the stranger as he followed the apprentices.
Before any of the technicians could speak the droid bowed slightly, "Evening gentlemen, I did not mean to frighten you." The droid said in a calm precise tone, it's galactic basic pronounced expertly. In one motion, the droid pushed it's chest off of it's shoulder and set it down in front of the technicians, before continuing, "I assume you want to scan this?" The calmness of the droid's voice did not match how hard it was currently working it's processors however. Inside the droid, the small capture chip snapped images of each of the workers, pinning faces with jobs, quickly assembling a small information page to fall back on for them all. The technicians quickly scanned the chest, but after finding nothing different from the manifest they recieved prior to docking they let both the droid and the chest continue, completely unaware they were the first bits of information to be stored within B-AA001's database.
With no other objective currently, Butler slowly made his way into the temple, deciding to map out his new home. The place was immaculately clean, with the floors glistening with what appeared to be recent scrubbing. The walls shone as well with no signs of streaks or dirt, indicating to Butler, that whomever took care of this place put much effort into their duty. With each step, Butler mapped out the area in his processor, creating an internal picture of the temple, or what little area of it he had explored. It was not long before the droid was passed by a few young organics, which he could only assume were apprentices. One was in the middle of a conversation when Butler took notice of them. "C'mon guys, we shouldn't be late for training." The youngest of the group commented in a low unenthusiastic tone. Another groaned as the pack continued, but Butler was all to pleased to hear of this. Training was one of his primary functions which he had yet to make much use of. Unless the pack were referring to force training, which from the lightsabers clutched in their hands they were not, Butler would have an objective. The droid quickly turned his focus onto the group and set off after them along the corridors, no longer making the internal map he had previously, as his processor set about warming up his combat systems.
The group finally made their way into a rather large elevator, and rather than risk losing them, Butler joined them. The pack, finally noticing the rather odd droid, parted slightly to make room for him and his chest. Butler stood above most of them in height, and it made it hard for him not to be noticed, not that he minded much. One spoke up as the doors shut, "Uh you know this is going to the training grounds right?" clearly speaking to Butler. The droid shifted so he could face the young apprentice, "I do." Butler then set down his chest in the already cramped space before opening it up. Inside lay half a dozen, if not more, training sabers, assorted cleaning utensils and dozens of spare parts only he was fully familiar with. Butler looked over all of the blades, silently judging the advantages and disadvantages of each before finally settling on a standard, straight-handled, single phase blade. The pack of apprentices continued to eye the droid in silence as he placed the blade into a small compartment in his back, with only the bottom of the handle sticking out, before closing up his chest once more. Just as he did, the doors opened and the apprentices poured out around the droid. Butler once again lifted his chest up onto his shoulder and strode out onto the training grounds, before noting a single figure standing in the center of the arena clad in a dark cowl with an apathetic look on his face. Butler silently documented the stranger as he followed the apprentices.
