T3-M6 vs RA-1272

[Jenno]

So some folks chose me to judge a duel, time to see how easily I slip back into those shoes. It was actually difficult to find a half-decent image for the droid scrapyard idea. But here you go.



Raxus Prime, the galactic scrapyard of the Republic. Home to the lost, broken and discard machinery of a bountiful peoples. Piles of old war ships, sheets of durasteel peeled off of transport ships and old household appliances stood in towering heaps across the planet's surface. But there are also droids here, some only capable of half their primary functions and others in perfectly normal working condition, but who are no longer wanted or needed by their owners. It can be savage in the metal wilds.

Two droids met amongst these piles of scrap, programs were going to crash into one another here. May the best droid win.

T3-M6 vs RA-1272

Five Rounds, T3-M6 (Casual) to go first.

And go.

[Casual]

With a sharp ”breep” T3-M6 shook himself into awareness. Last thing his processor could recall was being shut down after a terrible accident. It was an accident that he just couldn’t seem to remember, as the data for that memory was in some way corrupted. That much didn’t matter though, what mattered was, where in the galaxy was he and how was he to get back on track? He was buried in a mound of scrap metal that he found to be quite light, despite how it looked. With a quick thrust, he pushed through the scraps and took a look around.

A savage wasteland of rusted, twisted metal greeted him. The world reeked of sorrow, misery, destruction and times long gone. It was an epitome of abandonment in T3’s photoreceptor eye. He could see bits and pieces of fellow droids, trapped in the clutches of deactivation and metal. There were also outlines of structures on the horizon and from the looks of things, he also was not alone. There were others here, in the shadows, lurking, wondering just what this new inhabitant was. T3 noticed some of them in the background, lingering and slinking around. He saw that they appeared scared and uneasy. He surmised that they would also be quite erratic and have their own behaviors, much like himself. It was then that T3 decided he would make himself ruler of these misfits. He would become ruler of this scrap-yard dumpster-planet. His superiority in computers and slicing, as well as the fact that he was, well, T3, the greatest droid who was ever programmed, made him positive that he was all but designed to be the ruler of this entire planet. Nothing would stop him.

He began to stroll down the metal pathways, seeking out whatever droid he could find that would confront him, that he may tell it just who its new ruler was and that he ought to get to cracking on building a grand Temple for T3 to reside in. That was until something else caught his attention.