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Post by Whill Shaman Dažbog on May 7, 2013 9:51:03 GMT -8
The Osarian Jedi Sanctuary is a smaller Jedi Outpost built within Osarian's Overlook Base. The sanctuary serves as a resting place, waypoint, or meditation retreat for Jedi in need, and is a very secure, well defended, restricted location. Although smaller than many other Jedi bases, the sanctuary still consists of twenty floors over five 'levels', in a tower with a triskelion base. There is a tall, spacious entry hall that takes up most of the ground level, where security checks are conducted. The most dominant feature of the entry hall is the central column, where four turbolifts can be caught up into the Sanctuary.
The rooms within the Sanctuary are grouped as follows;
- Level 1 (Floors 1-4) - Housing Levels and Social Lounge
- Level 2 (Floors 5-
 - Medical Centre - Level 3 (Floors 9-12) - Workshops, Tech Labs, Holonet and Archive Access Labs
- Level 4 (Floors 13-16) - Training and Meditation Rooms
- Level 5 (Floors 17-20) - Council Chambers, Operations Rooms, Mission Planning Rooms
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Eliel
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Post by Eliel on May 8, 2013 13:18:17 GMT -8
Level Three
*The hallways were relatively quiet. The hum of technology and electricity droned softly, nigh undetectable. Several of the workshops had been cleaned spotless, grease, oil, and cleaning solution mingling in the air. Save for the equipment, this realm of the Jedi Sanctuary was empty.
THUD.
Well, almost empty.
Eli groaned and sat up, her shoulder throbbing from where she'd landed on the floor. Damn dreams. She always fell off benches and worktables whenever she had the blasted things. Hell, she fell off bunks and beds still. Her ankle started to complain when she stood up but she ignored the pain. She'd lived through worse and a tweaked ankle wasn't anything to go to a medbay for. Rubbing her hands on the backseat of her trousers—gods what she wouldn't give to have her cargo pants back, she walked to the sink and splashed water on her face. She probably looked like hell. Tank top stained with grease and rust, a fresh tear torn in her trousers on her right thigh, dirt on her knees from where she'd knelt to find dropped nuts and bolts. It was a good thing she'd taken off the tunic before she'd gone to work on the droid earlier.
The droid. Eli looked over her shoulder at the gleaming sculpture of metal. Plates and transparisteel gleamed even in the darkened workshop, the oil bath she'd given it—her, Eli corrected, the droid had a feminine-aligned personality—working wonders to remove and cleanse the exoskeleton. LE-03 was a true piece of art and genius, even in whatever hibernation or powered down mode she was in. Eli wanted to talk to her, find out who'd created her, how they'd done it, how long it took, and if there were blueprints she could look at. With her vastly limited resources, recreating a technological masterpiece like this was only a dream. But hey, it didn't hurt to dream right?
Except when she fell off her chosen bed. Then it did hurt.*
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Post by LE-01 on May 8, 2013 14:24:40 GMT -8
The noise from the fall was enough to trigger her out of standby mode. Her visor lit up, and then cleared and was filled with the holographic representation of the artificial intelligence's face. She was laying down on one of the worktables, where she had chosen to remain after the mechanic had given her her oil bath. She turned over and pushed herself up into a sitting position, watching as the young girl stood up.
She looks just like her...
It didn't take much processor time to figure out what had happened.
"Are you alright?"
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Eliel
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Post by Eliel on May 8, 2013 14:38:54 GMT -8
*Eli paused drying her face with a stained rag and turned to look at the droid. Dang, she still couldn't get over how cool the holographic projection was. Part of her wanted to touch the visor, just to see if LE would react. The rest screamed at her for even thinking about smudging the visor.*
"Yeah, I'm fine. My dreams get a little... active." *She finished drying her face then tossed the rag aside, leaning against the counter. So many questions to ask. Where should she begin?* "Do you have a nickname or something? Other than your designation?"
*Wow, Eli. That was terrible. And you thought your conversations with organics were bad.*
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Post by LE-01 on May 8, 2013 14:59:44 GMT -8
She smiled. At least someone would get to hear her chosen destination, even if it wasn't the person who first requested she select one.
"I'm called Leigh. Or at least, I will be. What's your name?"
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Eliel
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Post by Eliel on May 8, 2013 15:43:00 GMT -8
"Eli." *Her reply was short, characteristic of her usual speech habits.* "Short for Eliel. I don't tell people that though. They get it in their heads that my nickname must be 'Ellie' and I don't really like that nickname."
*She hopped up onto the counter and cocked her head to the side. Leigh, huh? Made sense. Similar to the designation but distinct enough.* "Who designed you? Or is that too personal a question and I should just shut up?"
*Shut up, El, just shut up now. But her curiousity was too great to resist. She just had to know.* "Do you know how long your creation took? Are there notes or blueprints?"
*You can't read, Eli. Shut up, I'll learn if it means achieving this level of technology. Her mind was racing with ideas now.* "What are your functions? How does your holographic projector work? What's the cannon for? Do you run on battery energy or fuel tanks?"
*Shut up, shut up, shut up! Eli winced as she realized she was asking too many questions, some of them Leigh probably couldn't answer.* "... Sorry. I've just... I just never seen a droid like you before."
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Post by LE-01 on May 8, 2013 16:25:49 GMT -8
Her eyebrows went up at the young girl blasting out rapid-fire questions, then stammering over herself to apologize, then asking more, then apologizing again. It caught her off-guard, that was for sure. She started smiling, and then a heretofore untriggered subroutine was activated: she started laughing.
The subroutine set up multiple nested layers of loops inside her processes, to keep the laughter going for a long time -- for a droid. A ten-second-long laughing fit was standard for organics, but for a synthetic being, ten seconds of idle repetition was a lifetime. Luckily, the subroutine allowed her to continue thinking on the questions that had been asked, even if she couldn't respond to them immediately.
When the loops finally terminated, and the laughter faded, she just looked at the girl called "Eli" and sighed, shaking her head. Finally, she answered, her holographic cheeks displaying a simulated flush from the synthetic laughter, though she was unaware of this.
"AI. I was a ship AI before I was a droid. And I find it funny that you don't like the nickname 'Ellie', because my creator was a girl named Elly.. Eliana Shan. The only notes were all lost when my oldest sister's ship was destroyed, and according to my sisters, my creation took approximately one standard year, just the same as them. I'm the youngest in the family; I was never able to witness another one being created.
"My holographic projectors? You should know; you fixed them, after all." She winked at the girl before her. "But you should have seen me aboard the Revenant... I walked among the crew as one of them, anywhere I wished, any way I wished. It was.. beautiful." She smiled. "The cannon is exactly what it looks like: a weapon. I'm powered just like any other droid, but my creator designed me for maximum efficiency. As for my functions... I'm a hacker, I'm a pilot, and I was designed to be human. I feel."
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Eliel
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Post by Eliel on May 8, 2013 18:28:00 GMT -8
*Laughing. She was laughing. A droid was laughing. How did that even work??? She'd heard of intricate personality programs, but none that had imitated spontaneous emotions so well. Leigh mentioned her creator, an Eliana Shan... Maybe they could meet up and Eli could dig through her mind to see how she did this. Then Leigh mentioned her sisters. Others. Droids like her. Sudden possibilities flooded Eli's mind and the rest of Leigh's explanation fell on mostly deaf ears. What if she could find one of these other sisters? Study how they differed in personality, what kinds of alterations had been made? What if one had an internal blueprint? Could she create something similar? Something her own?
Eli caught the gist of the rest of what Leigh said: cannon was a weapon (she gathered that, she meant what kind of weapon), powered like any other droid, hacker-pilot-human-like, felt emotion, yada yada— Wait what? Leigh... felt emotion? But that was... how did... That wasn't possible! Emotion was spontaneous, unpredictable. Droids followed programming and protocol. How did that even work???*
"You... You feel emotion?" *Eli asked.* "Like... Like how I feel emotion?"
*Well duh, she just said that. Eli shook her head, going back to her previous line of thought.*
"Where are the others? Your... sisters?"
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Post by LE-01 on May 8, 2013 19:05:58 GMT -8
"That's what I was programmed to do, so yes, I feel emotion just like you do."
She smiled again; it was obvious that Eli was confused, and Leigh wasn't used to meeting someone genuinely interested in her emotional capabilities.
"My creator only had time to make three of us before she died; I'm the youngest. LE-01 is, as far as I know, still alive, though I don't know where she is. Her ship, the Pride, was destroyed over Anoat. LE-02's ship, the Mantis, was the first one destroyed, over Helska IV. Unlike the Pride, though, she was never evacuated off the ship before it was torn apart. She's probably still floating out there; our cores are shielded to allow for our recovery upon such an event."
She hung her head, her expression dropping, her sadness reflected in her tone as she contemplated the fate that someone had wrought upon her older sibling. "As far as I know, she's still floating out there."
Leigh looked back up, a tiny smile pulling at her holographic lips. "My ship is the only one that's still intact, though it crash-landed on Dantooine a while ago. One of the Jedi there personally assured me after he put me in this mobile unit that he would repair the Revenant and get her fit to fly again. So, I suppose I'm the lucky one of the family.."
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Eliel
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Post by Eliel on May 8, 2013 19:27:13 GMT -8
*Helska IV. Eli wracked her brain, trying to remember where in the galaxy that was. Outer Rim, wasn't it? If LE-02—she noted that of the three named, only Leigh had chosen a name other than her designation—was still out there, it would be possible to rescue the AI. Perhaps earn some favor by the gesture and unlock more secrets about the droids and their ability to not simply simulate and generate emotion but to experience it. Eli hopped off the counter and paced the length of the workshop, favoring her left ankle. If she could find a ship... But she was on Osarian. On Yavin, she probably could borrow a ship since she belonged to the Praxeum. Here... she wasn't so sure. She'd also have to ask Omas for permission to leave... or just slip out and apologize later for disappearing with a ship. Hell, she could probably plead her case since she was helping someone in need.
Oh the many, many ideas that were going on in her head. She needed a flimsiplast sketchbook.*
"Have to go back to Yavin first," *she muttered. Then she turned to Leigh again, excitement plainly written on her face. She itched for information.* "Helska IV you say? You're sure of this?"
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Post by LE-01 on May 8, 2013 19:44:44 GMT -8
She tilted her head at the girl's curious behavior. "Yes, Helska IV. I'm sure." The excitement in Eliel's face slowly bled into Leigh's processes, translating itself into hope. "Why do you ask?"
She's driven by something. Just like Eliana, once again. They would have gotten along.
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Eliel
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Post by Eliel on May 8, 2013 21:01:28 GMT -8
*Eli looked into Leigh's holographic eyes, her grim hazel eyes locked on the blue irises.* "I want to recover her."
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Post by LE-01 on May 10, 2013 11:14:22 GMT -8
"...You do?"
The light in her eyes was unmistakable. It was the light of hope. She would have been pleased with LE-01's return, despite the fact that the two of them were not the best of friends; there was some serious jealousy between the oldest and the youngest of Eliana Shan's creations. But there was no resentment harbored towards 02.
"That's excellent!"
Indeed, LE-02 was the most lovable being that Leigh had ever known or heard of. There was no corruption in her; she saw the world through the eyes of an innocent. She was quick to trust, but even quicker to become frightened by the world when its horrors caught up to her.
"She's probably terrified by now, so you'll have to tread lightly.. Assuming she can be salvaged. Most likely, she won't have any idea why this was done to her, and it has been a while, so... She'll be afraid."
Her eyes started glimmering as the empathetic sadness she was feeling came to light, reflected in unshed, holographic tears.
Please take care of her. Please."
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Post by Dav Man'Sell on May 18, 2013 3:04:22 GMT -8
Dav Man'Sell, wrapped in the long Greatcoat that was his trademark, was now also entering the realms of the technical workshops. His face was still set in deep thought, his mind, sharp and agile as many would call it, feeling mushy and like soup to him. He needed answers, and there was only one person who could give them to him.
Although the word 'person' was a bit of a stretch. 'Thing' was probably more accurate. Although 'monster' certainly felt, in his gut, to be the best word for it.
He reached the door to the lab in question, knowing that, inside, within a crate recovered by Aloua Omas, sat the devastated and dismembered remains of the battle droid that had attempted to kill Vidalu Na'an and LE-03. Battle droid was probably another misnomer. As Aloua had explained it to him, this was more than a battle droid. He rested his hand on the control, but paused in opening the door as he heard the turbolift open behind him. The Jedi Master turned, just far enough, to see its occupants - the familiar shape of R2-D30, his Astromech, rolling his little truncated body out of the lift to join him. Dirty, his longest companion. His most patient friend. A step behind him, Aloua Omas.
A smile blossomed on Dav's lips as he looked down at Dirty.
"Hello Dirty. You ready for this, little buddy?"
The droid's response was something along the lines of a reminder that, thanks to Dav's constant and often thoroughly spontaneous adventures into danger and near-destruction, he - Dirty - had conditioned his programming to be ready for just about anything at any and all times. Dav chuckled, his smile broadening.
"Well, good."
His attention was drawn back to Aloua at this point.
"You don't have to be here, Aloua. This might be something for me to handle alone."
=Aloua Omas=
"I saw the girl yesterday, Master Dav. The girl this... thing... attacked. I saw what it did to her and I need to understand why."
Dav looked down from her for a moment, staring thoughtfully into nothingness. He shared her need to understand why. Shared her desire to do so.
"That makes two of us."
He depressed the switch, and the door slid open to reveal an empty lab. Empty save the crate at the far side, and its occupant:
The droid designated KR-04.
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Post by Aherk Fyyar on May 21, 2013 14:53:50 GMT -8
In its current state, the heap of neuranium at the far end of the room was not going to be capable of doing much informing. In addition to a destroyed ankle mechanism and significant damage to the left hand, the droid's processor had been melted by the lightsaber blade that forced its way through one photoreceptor and blew out the other before finally piercing the machine's dense cranium out the other end. Further displaying the machine's degradation was the damage to its outer disguise; the droid's synthskin was a unique blend of nanotechnology interlaced with actual biological cells. With no signal for the nanites to continue holding the somatic tissue in suspended animation, the nanites shut down, allowing the skin cells to rot and die in a hideous green-and-white liquid that dried and stuck to the droid's chassis if it hadn't pooled at the bottom of the crate first.
The overall effect was that KR-04 looked less like a partially-dismantled assassin droid and more like a genuine Human corpse.
But unlike the processor, the droid's hard drive was still very much intact. If one were to conduct an analysis of the machine, then by all accounts that would be the best place to start.
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Post by Dav Man'Sell on May 25, 2013 15:59:43 GMT -8
The stench was... unpleasant. It hadn't been terribly long since Eliel and Vidalu had left the case, but that time had done nothing to improve the smell, and the whole room seemed thick with the aroma of rotting flesh, so thick that you could taste it in the air. Aloua wrinkled up her nose, grimacing in disgust, and Dav had to fight the urge to respond in kind. Calling on a gentle application of the Force, a basic talent within the control school of abilities, he simply willed his olfactory senses to switch off, to no longer send signals to his brain - instantly, the situation was more bearable, though with the grim appearance of the wreckage of the assassin droid, not by terribly much. He glanced again at Aloua.
"Any second thoughts?"
Her grimace had lessened considerably - Dav assumed she was applying the same technique - and she shook her head.
=Aloua Omas=
"No, but I wouldn't mind if we made this quick."
The Jedi Master couldn't disagree with her. With a nod, he turned back to the case, crossing the room towards it and lifting the lid.
The assassin droid looked less machine, more severely and violently decomposing corpse - a comparison Dav was regrettably able to make from quite extensive first hand experience - save for a few areas where flesh had completely decomposed into a deluge of yellow-white gloop in the crate's base, which revealed the metallic nature of the body underneath. A quick visual scan gave him little to work with, so he turned to the little red Astromech droid that sat diligently beside the door.
"Dirty, can you run a deep scan of this unit? I want a full three-dee internal projection, as high-resolution as you can make it."
The Astromech tooted in the affirmative, wheeling forward on his three little legs, and settled into place half a meter from the crate. Three panels opened on the droid - two on the head and a third on the body - and a trio of sensor antennae extended from them simultaneously. The droid's head shifted back and forth as he ran the scans, the processing light on his front shifting swiftly from red to blue and back again. After maybe a minute and a half, the droid chattered away in his binary droid-speak, prompting a frown from Dav as the R2 explained that nature of the shielding prevented the Droid from being able to complete the can from an external position like this.
"Alright, hold on a moment."
Dav reached inwards again, triggering some releases on the inside, and lifting the front panel out of the crate. He set it down against the wall, and stepped back to allow Dirty to get in closer. The sensor arm extending from the droid's body telescoped out, sliding with an unpleasant squelching noise through a mass of decomposed flesh and into an internal compartment in the assassin droid's chest.
Behind him, Dav her Aloua gag slightly.
=Aloua Omas=
"Eugh, who would design a droid that ended up like this when it was deactivated."
The Jedi Master shook his head.
"I don't know, yet, but I intend to find out."
Dirty cooed gently as he worked, before letting out a short chatter of beeps, explaining further difficulties.
"Hold on... maybe this will help."
Into his inside coat pocket Dav's hand dipped, drawing out a cylindrical device - his Sonic Multi-tool. He adjusted the settings on it, and, with a similarly gut wrenchingly unpleasant squelching noise as Dirty's probe had made, slid it into a second orifice in KR's chassis. He activated the device, a muffled whirring being heard form inside.
"That should create some resonance that will allow you to get a better read of the internal components."
After a moment, the Droid whistled in an enthusiastic fashion, confirming that he was getting better resolution now. After maybe two minutes or so, the Astromech withdrew his probe, and waddled a little to the right, to get closer to the head. The droid extended the probe again, sliding it this time into one of the gaping holes where photoreceptors used to be. Dav slid his Multi-tool into the other photoreceptor, and they repeated the process - a minute later, the droid tooted to signal his scan was complete, and withdrew his probe arm from within the skull.
The Jedi Master pulled his multi-tool device back out of the eye. Without even a moment's pause, he grabbed an old rag off of the nearby workbench, and wiped clean, rather thoroughly, the multi-tool's emitter head. He repeated the process with Dirty's probe arm before giving the Droid a gentle, affectionate pat on the domed head.
"There we go mate, all clean."
Dirty whistled appreciatively, withdrawing all three sensory antennae, and settled in to processing the data. Dav stood, crossing over to Aloua.
=Aloua Omas=
"What are you looking for?"
The Jedi Battlemaster frowned, looking at the mess of flesh and machinery.
"Some kind of datacore or hard-drive. Something that I can access and search for a little more information on this... monstrosity."
Aloua frowned, glancing at the thing herself.
=Aloua Omas=
"And then, you go after whoever sent it after the girl. Right?"
Dav nodded, smiling grimly.
"If I can, yes. If I can."
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Post by Aherk Fyyar on May 27, 2013 17:11:54 GMT -8
The droid, so far as the equipment used to scan it could identify, was normal, save for a few aspects. For starters, the chassis and all external components were crafted from neuranium; the densest known metal in the entire galaxy. Such construction would have - in theory - given the droid no small amount of durability, possibly bordering on invulnerability. At the same time, however, such construction should not have even allowed the droid to move, much less engage a Jedi in single combat and come as close to victory as it had. The reason for this came up almost as soon as the metal identification had. KR-04's power cell was unlike anything Dav or Dirty would have seen before. Rather than a series of flat power cells lined in an array, it was a spherical matrix planted deep within the chassis that operated using pulsarium rings to amplify energy. The concept was nothing new. But theoretically speaking, the droid lying in the crate could reactivate and reach combat-ready status from a small jump if it could get its power core up to speed. And considering the next piece of data to come in - that the rings were made of the superconductive metal ultrachrome - that jump could easily be even a tiny spark if it was angled right.
After several more seconds of analysis, the hard drive's location came through; right in the dome of the skull, where it just narrowly avoided being skewered by Vidalu Na'an's lightsaber.
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Post by Dav Man'Sell on May 28, 2013 7:34:40 GMT -8
Dav stood examining the holographic representation of KR's internal structure, projected from the emitter on Dirty's dome. Dav, teeth grit, lent in, studying one section - a complex and ingenious powercore. The Jedi Master studied the design, muttering to himself.
"Neuranium outer shell, ultrachrome superconductors around a self-propagating power core matrix..."
His right hand ran through his thick hair from front to back, where it rested on the back of his head.
"That is fearsome technology."
Aloua watched with a curiosity and fascination, but remained quiet, patient, as Dav examined the holographic representation.
"Whoever designed this machine was a genius... I'd like to shake their hand. Before I wring their neck, of course."
The younger Jedi Knight wasn't sure whether or not to laugh at the comment. She really wasn't sure what to make of any of this, the whole situation seeming to her complicated and without explanation, and Dirty's holographic representation did nothing to explain any of it.
=Aloua Omas=
"Any sign of what you're looking for?"
Dav frowned, glancing over the Hologram.
"Not yet. Dirty, focus in on the head for me?"
The Hologram's perspective shifted, and the assassin droid's skull swept across to dominate the view. After a moment examining, Dav reached out, placing a finger in the projection.
"There... that's some kind of memory core, from the look of it. Lucky, too - Vidalu nearly skewered it when she burnt out the see-pee-yew. But it looks like it's intact."
He glanced at Aloua.
"Time to crack the skull open, and dig around inside his brain."
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Removing to the hard-drive had been tricky. Dav and Dirty had had to be careful not to reactivate the power core within the droid, with careful application of the Force, and Dav's knowledge of Tutaminis, drawing away any energy that seemed to pass too close to the superconductors around the generators. The Neuranium shell, too, proved difficult to get through; a few small access holes to insert slender probes through were one thing, but actively removing a chunk large enough to get to the hard-drive, that proved a trickier affair. Finally, Dav had resorted to using Vidalu's tried and tested method of getting through the droid's shell - a little precision Lightsaber work, using steady, repetitive sweeps to gradually score through the ultra dense metal. It had taken several minutes, but Dav's skill with the blade had meant that each gentle stroke of the blade's tip passed along exactly the same lines. Eventually, a triangular section of skull was able to be prised away, and once that was done, the work of detaching and removing the memory core was, comparatively speaking, a straightforward affair.
Now they sat in a different lab, a short way down the corridor and around the curve of the building. The lab had been one frequented by Jedi Master Tonaris Phedi, whose affinity for droid technology was famous; within it, as Dav had expected, he found all the parts and tools he needed to hook the hard-drive up to a processor set, power supply, and a simple vocoder, audio receiver, and photoreceptor. The Jedi was very careful to ensure that there were no external transmitters built in, and that the containment fields of the room kept any stray transmissions contained. He would take no risk of reactivating the droid's body. None at all.
But finally, he was ready. Aloua sat at the side, watching intently. Dirty stood ready too.
He reached out, flicked the switch on the power core, and took a step back.
"I am speaking to the droid known as Kay-arr-oh-four. Can you hear me?"
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Post by Aherk Fyyar on May 28, 2013 8:35:07 GMT -8
Once turned on, a quiet static came forward from the vocoder, as though a comlink had been tuned to a dead channel. While not nearly loud enough to hinder any conversation between the Jedi, nor pervasive enough to be anything more than a sign that the makeshift assembly was activated. The photoreceptor was not even lit up, possibly pointing to a problem with the connection to the processor and memory bank. In all, it appeared as though the components connected to the hard drive established little more than that it was a piece of comparable technology, unique enough to be largely incompatible with whatever it was the Jedi Master had done to give it an ear, and eye, and a voice.
The static stopped dead in its tracks. Instead, it started screaming.
Filling the lab with a cacophony of noise that sounded like damned souls wailing from the depths of the deepest Corellian hell, the truth of the matter was far less ominous than one might have expected; the intelligence that had been awakened within the hard drive had moved to completely take over the processor unit that the Jedi had attached to it, as though the memory core itself had simply been waiting for a cue to assert itself, like a nexu lying in the underbrush readying itself to pounce. Immediately following was a test of the vocoder's capabilities, letting the AI know what it was capable of.
And when the screeching finally stopped, a few moments of silence passed before the photoreceptor slowly activated, and the vocoder growled a single word to the Jedi and his companion.
Affirmative.
KR-04 was - once again - online.
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Post by Dav Man'Sell on May 28, 2013 15:08:19 GMT -8
Aloua visibly cringed from the screaming noise, and Dirty wheeled back a meter. Dav, however, remained stalwart and unmoving, staring into the lone photoreceptor, daring it, daring it to talk to him.
When at last the screaming ended, to be replaced by that single word, Dav lifted his chin.
"Good."
He turned, grabbed a simple chair, and dragged it into the centre of the room. In a very direct, simple movement, he sat in it, hands resting on his knees, facing directly at the photoreceptor.
"I have questions for you, kay-arr. I require them to be answered clearly and without misdirection or dishonesty. Do you understand me?"
Dav wondered just how much information this Artificial Intelligence would give willingly.
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