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Dec 15, 2007 10:12:12 GMT -5
Post by Jenno on Dec 15, 2007 10:12:12 GMT -5
B0-4R bleeed in excitement. Somebody was talking to him. Nobody ever talked to him. This was better than cleaning up rocket feul!
Da-Ba-dee, Da-ba-di! Drwoot Wee Beed? Doot Dree Bapp Bee Boo Dooot? Dah DAh Wee Blee Drot Doop Boop? Bee Ba Bee Bee root reeb? beeb doot weet twreeb? Bee Boo Baa- di? (HI FRIEND! What's your name? How'd you get so dirty? Where'd you get the gun? What's a Sand Giant? Why are you so tall? Can I clean you?)
He chirped happily, utilizing his binary communications for the first time in years. As he beeped and booped, he drove in little circles in front of the two, creating a ring-like indentation in the sand. After he was finished, he drove over the ring and smoothed it back out.
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Post by Necro Stormborn on Dec 16, 2007 21:53:26 GMT -5
((look im not interupting but i need to know if you guys are joining me, infil and Citrine's crew. casue we are At garuuba's and trying to figure out a way to include you guys into our group so we can set off on an adventure.... so it would be nice if we got an idea if your joining or not.. and if so.. if we could work on getting that dont. thats all i wanted to say.. continue on. ))
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Regnier
I get paid to kill bodies, and I enjoy my job. Any questions?
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Dec 20, 2007 21:28:06 GMT -5
Post by Regnier on Dec 20, 2007 21:28:06 GMT -5
The imposing, slightly rusted, battle-marred assassin stared blankly at the trash droid. And stared. And stared. Finally he turned to the Tusken. "Statement: This may take longer than I anticipated. I had forgotten how...difficult it can be to speak with these droids." He swiveled his head back to the diminutive machine and focused his photoreceptors on it. "Reep: Be deet de beep boo deeek w-wew ep mee bo, tee tooto bip treet rrr dwoo. Doo tee gwoo eeerree-eet oop woo, woo-orr beee k-reep. Mee weet ooo dee-oot, be di eep er weep, kwoo wo bweee boop de dreet deet det eep ooo-weet noo-ee-aarr. Bee, boo weet eerreet wowop bo dedereet wo beep." (Answer: Though I will endeavor to sufficiently answer all of your queries, I will also ask that you leave more space in between questions to allow more time to process them, at least until I am not filled with sand. I am an Arakyd Industries Model B3-6 Protocol Droid, outfitted with combat modifications and abandoned to self-reliance. I became so dirty, as you aptly described it, by wandering through a desert for several hours. Plus, I have found that a proper shade of rusty red and a chassis dotted with signs of combat help to instill even more terror in a sentient being before their execution.)
HK froze the last beep escaped his vocabulator. A second later, a message appeared on his HUD.
ERROR: Malfunction in primary vocabulation module has been detected. Damage possible. Full functionality lost.
Oh what I wouldn't give to have the opportunity to commit an act of great cruelty right now...I believe I should never return to this planet. Ever.
He simulated clearing his throat, returned his gaze to the droid, and continued. "Bee: Weep wop dee reet doo woo beet, ree wop mee noop rorr wroo beep ne weet twoo de bwoop tw-wa-weep wop woop too roo e -err...ee oo wee teeweet, too beep boop wee tweep." (Statement: It seems I have suffered some corrosion damage to my vocabulator, and have started stating completely true fac- er...completely ridiculous fabrications, is what I meant to say. You should disregard much of what I say.)
He hated complications. A lot. And this planet seemed to be chock full of them. Or perhaps it just had something against assassination droids. Either or.
"Eeerrr: Epp, wee wot peet oo? Woot, eer. Ee wee wot wreet woo, oo bee bop tee ereet booloop boo d- oo dweet...oo weweet we roop beep boo weet woop eet roo. Ee reet," (Musing: Now, where was I? Oh, yes. In answer to your other queries, I murdered a weapons collector on Ord Mantell and decided to keep a few of h- I mean...I purchased this weapon from a weapons merchant several years ago. And that,) HK turned and pointed at the Tusken with a metallic appendage. "Blee reet dwoop deoo. Dee de reet doo woop ee ree, oo de tee ree ro woo wopp, eree doo fwowOO, oop wee dwoo weep te reroo eet re reet, di deet, doo eer. De deet de-reet, dweoo tee reet woo beEep, oo wee lereep doo leet woop ne ro. Tee meep di treet re-rero dwooo." (Is a Sand Giant. In reference to your last two questions, I was designed to be of humanoid appearance, and therefore height, to make humanoid species more comfortable around me, and yes, you may. But not yet, because if you clean me now, I will be just as dirty again by the time we reach my ship. You may clean me then.)
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Dec 20, 2007 21:45:41 GMT -5
Post by Jenno on Dec 20, 2007 21:45:41 GMT -5
B0-4R's single sensor flittered in delight. A killer! B0-4R had once had the great pleasure of cleaning up a blood spill after a firefight, and he had loved every moment of it. Droids like him; however, weren't allowed to clean crime scenes. Those had to be done by Analysis droids. Oh the joys a level 3 processer bring a droid.
And of all joys, B0-4R was coming with the dirty dirty travelers for all sorts of dirty dirty adventures. Nothing could be better! What sort of places would they go, and what sort of messes would there be? The little droid could only imagine... or, rather, he would have, if he had that kind of processor. In fact, the only reason why he thought there would be messes on this journey was because he had been taught to follow dirty things to find dirty messes.
And boy, were these two dirty!
Dweee! Dweeee! Greeeeb! Bee-reet doot dawa deeee doo?( Yay! Yay! Friends! When do we go?)
He chirped, driving in little circles around his two new friends.
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Xaojii
pronounced "zay-o-jee"
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Dec 22, 2007 16:50:09 GMT -5
Post by Xaojii on Dec 22, 2007 16:50:09 GMT -5
Xaojii stood there, mystified and a little excited to watch the little machine beep loud and quickly as the other one beeped as well pointing at him and beeping some more. He had no idea what was going on, but he was excited nonetheless because he hadn't actually witnessed anything like it before. He watched. Apparently whatever his human shaped metal friend had said was extremely stimulatingfor the stout one with wheels.
Xaojii, concerned with the little ones well being, spoke out "You know what, just forget it. I don't want it to go crazy on me like it did last time. This one is quite brave considering it has no weapons and it is very small."He paused for a moment to think. "You said you had ammo and a ship? We should probably get on the move then. I want to get out there and see things. I'm sure you have the materials I need to make another gaffi anyway." He explained, in the usual barks, growls, and hisses of his native tongue. He checked his ammo bandolier one last time, and counted the slugs. Six. He needed more ammo, he hated traveling without being armed to the teeth.
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Regnier
I get paid to kill bodies, and I enjoy my job. Any questions?
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Dec 27, 2007 0:55:52 GMT -5
Post by Regnier on Dec 27, 2007 0:55:52 GMT -5
Again, HK stood speechless for a few seconds. He turned to the Tusken and started to speak, but stopped himself. He turned back to the droid again and started to speak again, but again stopped before anything was formed. He turned, once more, back to the Tusken. "Statement: I agree entirely, we will get nowhere by continuing this conversation. We should leave." He replied, before starting forward. "Bawee: EeEree woo, ba wa dweep boo, bleep daweewo." (Come along, beeping little trash compactor, we're leaving.)
"Request: Do us a favor, and let me do the talking, would you? Some sentients may not react favorably if a Sand Person attempts communication with them." He said over his shoulder to the Tusken as he walked towards the pitiful attempt at civilization ahead. The end of this dreadful planet was in sight, and that alone was more than enough to compensate for not getting paid this time around, and he'd picked up someone who could be useful.
And someone to clean the ship.
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Jan 29, 2008 17:50:21 GMT -5
Post by Xaojii on Jan 29, 2008 17:50:21 GMT -5
( I vote we skip right to Nar Shadaa. Bypass a whole lot of these little things that keep springing up. We're practically there anyway. Anyone wanna back me up?)
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I get paid to kill bodies, and I enjoy my job. Any questions?
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Feb 1, 2008 16:21:15 GMT -5
Post by Regnier on Feb 1, 2008 16:21:15 GMT -5
((Not that I have any real power or anything, but I'd have to agree with Xaojii. Otherwise we might be here awhile.))
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Xaojii
pronounced "zay-o-jee"
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Feb 2, 2008 2:15:57 GMT -5
Post by Xaojii on Feb 2, 2008 2:15:57 GMT -5
(Alright, You're the one with the ship Regnier. You make the opening post.)
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Regnier
I get paid to kill bodies, and I enjoy my job. Any questions?
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Feb 2, 2008 2:45:39 GMT -5
Post by Regnier on Feb 2, 2008 2:45:39 GMT -5
((Rojj. Will post later, though. Now need sleep. Wow. If my grammar's that bad, I really do...))
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