Wed Jun 06, 2012 2:01 pm by Elux Lucis
Cities. I love cities. They are like bacterial colonies, full of explosive diversity. Nal Hutta was no different. All the lights, all the sounds, all the scents. My sensory units go haywire, and I love this. I don't know what it is like to be intoxicating, but judging by the pleasant confusion, I would guess that it is something like this.
I walk among men and women, adult and child. I hazard no more than a second glance. I wear the skin of a human, and so they mistake me for one. But I am not one of them. No matter how much I look like one of them. No matter how much I act like one of them. No matter how much I...feel like one of them. Beneath this layer of synthiskin lies advanced robotic equipment. They call me a machine, a cyborg. Even my crew looks at me differently, as if I am an...object. Sometimes this unit feels pain from the looks. All I want is to be one of them, not a freak...perhaps if I run, they won't find me. Perhaps I can live a normal life...get a mate.
A particularly loud noise rouses this unit out of its internal processing. Looking 90 degrees to its left side, this unit witnesses two organics. One is standing, holding an E-11 class blaster rifle [model number 54, serial ZXD-124643]. Recently discharged. Directly across from organic A is a second organic who appears to have sustained injury from a blaster. Carbon scoring suggests that the wound was sustained from an E-11 class blaster rifle [model number 54, serial ZXD-124643].
This unit's processing server has analyzed the situation. This is a class C intergalactic felony, known as armed robbery. This unit must act to preserve the well being of society from a threat to social order. This unit shall act with force if necessary.
This unit approached organic assailant.
"Excuse me sir, but as a witness to your class C felony, this unit is forced to act. This unit is placing you under citizen arrest until the proper authorities can deal with your crime."
The assailant organic turned to examine this unit. Judging by his facial expression and hormone releases, as noted by M.E.C social analysis amplification, the organic assumed that this unit framed its statement in a humorous fashion. The organic then pointed his E-11 class blaster rifle at the unit and addressed it.
"What? Are you kidding pal? Do you want me to smoke you too? You don't look so tough"
This unit took the time to analyze the organic counterpart. Organic stood at 1.68 meters, and approximately weighed 153 lbs judging by his size compared to average organic BMI. Judging by rapid heart rate, the organic is in a state of panic, and thus is not a hardened criminal. Unit's grip on E-11 class blaster rifle is weak, and can be exploited. Threat level, 2 out of 10.
Organic's hand is shaking, revealing fear. This is an ideal time for the unit to interfere.
*In a blur of movement, Elux's right hand shot out; he wrapped his fingers around the criminal's right wrist, then twisted it clockwise while applying pressure. The crunch of bones breaking under pressure was audible, even when the screaming of the assailant threatened to drown all other sound out. His hand opened, allowing the rifle to fall to the ground with a clatter as metal met stone.Elux released the broken wrist of the assailant.*
"This unit has broken your radius, ulna, and pisiform bones. This unit warned you. This unit will leave you to your fate as authorities arrive. Have a nice day."
*With that, Elux turned, exiting the alleyway. He did not cast a glance at the victim of the initial robbery. His vitals were strong enough to last him until authorities arrived, even the tardy-prone Hutt authorities. As he exited the alleyway, he continued to head west, following the waypoint on his HUD, set by his GPS. He had to meet his companions in a bar known as the "Leaky Hyperdrive".
Elux arrived at the door of the establishment thirty minutes later.*
Upon entering the entertainment establishment, this unit noticed a fair deal of attention was turned to it. Noting the hormone levels in all male onlookers, there was an abundance of the hormone known as testosterone, suggesting that they may take hostile action if provoked. Noting the females hormones, there was an abundance of sexual hormones around them, suggesting that they may propose mating. This unit was not incapable in such activities, however such things went against its primary directive, which was to meet fellow crew members. This unit noted their presence 34 degrees east, 4 meters away. This unit approached them.
*Elux walked to the table that sat Mr. Cross, Samson Ordo and Nicholas Tulumni. Sitting down, he set his hands upon the table, looking at Samson.*
"This unit apologizes for its tardiness."