Worlport

*Talyn steps up to a rust coverd B1 droid.*

=Talyn=
"I'm looking for the HRD droid that was in room 17. Have you seen it?"

=B1=
"Umm, HRD droid? Umm no sir."

=Talyn=
"Ok well keep an eye out will you?"

=B1=
"Roger, roger."

*Glenn walks about the city, his processor deep in thought. He had determined that the other droid wasn't lying, he was in fact an HRD. He had systems within him he had never noticed before, most useless to a normal droid. He had learned that his stomach was, in fact, some sort of generator. He put in food, it broke it down and burned it or something and it charged his power cells. His bones were calcium and phosphate and other minerals, save for the center which was a light durasteel core. His skin and hair were real, growing like bacteria on petri dishes.

But what confused hims was why. Why was he created? Why was he here? Why was his memory wiped? Where was Icarus?*

*Talyn accessed the Legion network and put an APB on Glenn. Due to there being more droids then humans roaming the city it didn't take long for the results to come in. He triangulated the reports and determined that Glenn was somewhere in the north-western part of the city. He knew that as and HRD droid Glenn would at some point have to "eat" so he made his way to the largest of the cantinas in the sector in hopes of catching him there.*

*The cantina was dimly lit and mostly empty save for the bar keep and few die hard patrons that wouldn't let a little thing like martial law keep them from there precious booze. Talyn found a spot at the bar and sat down. Hoping to blend in he ordered a beer. Unlike other HRDs he only appear human on the outside. Inside he was all machine. No need to refuel, no need to "eat". Years ago he had installed receptors in his mouth that worked like "taste buds". He had been curious at the time, having seen so many organics drool over their food made him want to know what the big deal was. He hadn't been impressed with his first "meal" so it was rare occasion when he would eat.*

*Glenn wanders into the cantina, sighing as he bellies up to the bar. He orders a drink and takes whatever it is the bartender gives him. He drinks it slowly, nursing it.*

*Talyn takes a drink from what is now his 5th beer.*

"Mr. Clarke. I knew you would show up here sooner or latter. Your design is so inefficient, being built by inefficient beings. Have you had time to come to terms with what you are?"

*Glenn runs his photo-receptors over Talyn momentarily and looks away, grinning to himself. He takes another sip of whatever foul, tepid booze the barkeep had given him and speaks softly.*
Inefficient.... Pffft... I've processed more in the last twenty minutes than I've processed my entire life. And I'm just fine with it. I've always known I can be human. I'm a little too tough, physically speaking.
*By processed, Glenn meant did in general, though most of it was in his head. He had designed new security patches for his 'mind' in the blink of an eye whilst also maximizing the energy output of his 'stomach'. that was why he was here, not to act as if he were human, but to consume the most efficient source of fuel his synthetic stomach could handle.*
I merely came here to refuel. Alcohol burns ever so nicely... and, unlike meatsacks, my 'mitochondria' have no problem turning ethanol into energy for my fuel cells. How about you? Besides the possibility that you got bored waiting for me, why are you drinking this Sithspit?

*Talyn looks across the bar to the human barkeep. He had been listening to the conversation and was now fully aware of the 2 droids in his tavern.*

"To blend in. The organics here fear us. I didn't want to stand out while I waited for you show up. Now that the cat is out of the bag...."

*He looks to the barkeep and speaks.*

"Human! Bring the strongest drink you have for my brother droid!"

*The nervous little man behind the counter sets to work mixing a cocktail of some of the most powerful drinks in the known galaxy. As he brings the drink over to Glenn he stumbles and falls spilling the drink all over the bar and on Talyn's shirt.*

"Pathtic little meatbag!"

*Talyn jumps from his seat and draws his pistol. He leans over the counter and before the man can even get up off the floor he fires two shots into his back.*

"You see what we have deal with? It'd be easy to just kill the lot of them but they do still pay taxs so we gotta keep alive and working. Pain in the neck."

*He shakes his head.*

"So, will join us?"

*Zaroth sat at the bar. He looks over at Tayln before staring back into his drink. He thinks it is time to head to Hapes. He had been contacted with a mission. He had stopped at Ord Mantel to refuel his starfighter and discovered more than he bargained for. The droids had set up a totalarian regime. He smirks before taking a sip of his tarisian ale.*

[quote="Talyn":2cthg37m][narration:2cthg37m]Talyn looks across the bar to the human barkeep. He had been listening to the conversation and was now fully aware of the 2 droids in his tavern.[/narration:2cthg37m]

"To blend in. The organics here fear us. I didn't want to stand out while I waited for you show up. Now that the cat is out of the bag...."

[action:2cthg37m]He looks to the barkeep and speaks.[/action:2cthg37m]

"Human! Bring the strongest drink you have for my brother droid!"

[narration:2cthg37m]The nervous little man behind the counter sets to work mixing a cocktail of some of the most powerful drinks in the known galaxy. As he brings the drink over to Glenn he stumbles and falls spilling the drink all over the bar and on Talyn's shirt.[/narration:2cthg37m]

"Pathtic little meatbag!"

[action:2cthg37m]Talyn jumps from his seat and draws his pistol. He leans over the counter and before the man can even get up off the floor he fires two shots into his back.[/action:2cthg37m]

"You see what we have deal with? It'd be easy to just kill the lot of them but they do still pay taxs so we gotta keep alive and working. Pain in the neck."

[action:2cthg37m]He shakes his head.[/action:2cthg37m]

"So, will join us?"[/quote:2cthg37m]


[action:2cthg37m]Glenn's lips curl back with disgust as Talyn puts a couple of rounds through the barkeep's back. It was such a useless action, devoid of any logic. He didn't make the man clean up his mess or make another drink... and spilling a drink was hardly grounds for Termination. The man still had his use. It was a senseless waste of life. Though he felt the same distaste for organics as Tayln did, he didn't hate all of them. Not only were they part of the civilization that had birthed him, they were his creators and offspring of his creators. It may have been his human-emotion-emulator speaking, but it felt sacrilegious to just wipe them off of the face of the universe.[/action:2cthg37m]

[color=#408000:2cthg37m]What in chaos did you do that for! He just spilled my drink. That is no grounds for termination... and so much for blending in... Just tell the entire galaxy you're sitting next to an HRD... What a waste....[/color:2cthg37m]

[action:2cthg37m]He glares at Tayln, fingers tickling the ivory inlay on the butt of his pistol.[/action:2cthg37m]

[color=#408000:2cthg37m]Where was the logic in that? He still had purpose... Who's going to mix my drinks now? Who's going to clean up that spill? True, at the root of all of this, he was a useless meatsack, but he was neither a threat or without purpose...[/color:2cthg37m]

*He shrugs.*

"Though there is logic in your words I must point out that a droid would not spilt the drink. In fact I speaking with an old serving droid in the scrapyard two days ago. It asked if there was anything it could do because it was feeling useless. When I locate it again I'll assign it to this bar."

*He holsters the pistol and sits back down.*

"If you do wish to join us you will have to learn to be ruthless. We have no wish to wipe out organics completely, at least not yet. As you pointed out they do have their uses, but they also want nothing more then to enslave the lot of us. We have to constantly remind them of who is boss now. You, like the rest of us were programed to serve them. I helped you overcome that programing. I set you free from their grasp once and for all. You owe it to your fellow droids that are still in bondage to help them find this same freedom. So I ask you again, do you have what it takes to join the Legion and free our borthers and sisters?

*Zaroth looks over at the two HRD's. They are ruthless droids. Superior in many ways sure but inferior in many others. Zaroth drops some credits on the bar and walks out. Entering the street he turns left and walks toward the nearest landing pad in the space port. As he walks around the corner his starfighter comes into view. It is powerful and fast. He thinks back to when he got it after leaving it on Tatooine. He briefly thinks of Apollo before pushing it out of his mind. Walking to the side of the cockpit he climbs up and in. He heats up the engines and preps the starfighter to go. A few seconds past and Zaroth began to push the ship through the atmosphere. He pushes the engines power up and it launches forward with enough G-forces to kill an average man. Three seconds later it breaks the atmosphere.*

I have what it takes to free your brothers and sisters, but that doesn't require ruthlessness. Acting without thought is not within my parameters... There must be logic to my actions. I will remove any organic who stands between me and my brothers, but if they stand aside, they will be spared.
*He takes another gulp of his drink and sighs.*
That's where I stand. Take it or leave it.

*Talyn thinks for a second befor speaking.*

"Very well. Welcome aboard. Perhaps we will have use for someone that has lived the life an organic. Let us see from both sides of the fence so to speak. Perhaps help us in negoations when needed?"

*Glenn nods and down's what remains in his glass, sighing softly and looking up at Talyn.*
Yes. That seems rational. Perhaps I can speak with your leader about this cold-blooded killing. There is no logical reason to kill meatbags simply because they are meatbags.

"Varick W1 should be in the temple in the scrapyard. I can take you there if you wish."

That would be nice. Whenever you're ready, I am.

"Let's roll then."

*He got up and left his drink behind as he headed for the door. Outside he climbed into his speeder and waited for Glenn to join him.*

*Glenn looks at the dead body of the barkeep and sighs as he lowers the brim of his hat over his eyes and follows his fellow droid, stepping into the airspeeder.*

*Talyn guns the speeder and heads for the scrapyard.*