Mon Jun 27, 2011 3:01 am by Sergey Bonteri
*Oswald left his new-found friend to his healing. Yes, he could call him a friend. Oswald had a distinct feeling he could trust this other ex-Jedi. He turned away, walking a few paces until he was comfortable he would not disturb Exeden's trance by talking. He lifted his wrist to his mouth, and began to speak into the comlink.*
"Ayeniner? Come in. It's Oswald. Are you at the ship, yet?"
*He was answered with a long-winded explaination in beeps and woos.*
"No, I'm not really interested in the rather busty nanny droid you happened across on your way back. I take it you're finally back aboard the Biscuit, then?"
*Another electronic sigh.*
"What do you mean, it's more complicated than that? Are you or are you not aboard the Biscuit?"
:: "Beeop dwoooop woooooooo." ::
"You WHAT?!"
*The commlink spat static at him, which he felt was the little troublemaker's doing back at the communication-suite-enhanced Biscuit. From what he had gathered, Ayeniner had met the love of his life on the way back to the ship, but Oswald dismissed that, and his thought trail carried on to the more important information Ayeniner had just shared.
He had been captured by a patrol that wore armour similar to the centuries-old Mandalorian Neo Crusaders. As resourceful as Ayeniner was, he managed to escape, and had returned to the Biscuit with access codes to tap into the communications network on the moon they were currently stranded on.
Apparently, Subject Zero had escaped. Subject Zero seemed to exhibit Force abilities, and looked remarkably like the man Oswald just met.*
"Oh dear..."
***
*Ayeniner found it difficult to traverse this kind of rocky terrain. Every other syllable he sounded was some sort of profanity in droid-speak. Binary did have very colourful and flavourful profanities, and Ayeniner suddenly eminated some sort of gladness that he could speak it fluently. Hehe.*
*He had left his master and compatriot, Oswald, after being ordered to return to the Biscuit. Ayeniner did not particularly entertain the thought of a joyful reunion of masterful astromech and subordinate steed. He and Biscuit just didn't get along. It was those logic circuits, they were totally wrong.
But never-the-less, Ayeniner was obeying orders and heading back 'home', when all nine of the Corellian Hells broke loose.*
*It started with the whine of repulsorlifts, and Ayeniner suddenly found himself surrounded by large figures in blue, red and yellow armour, with the blue being the more numerous. None spoke, but Ayeniner was sure that one of them giggled. They looked like humans, but that amour had a distinct pattern that Ayeniner couldn't damn-well place! And that was infuriating.*
"What are you doing here, little guy?" *Said one, a male, his voice distorted mechanically through the external comlink in the helmets.* "Where's your master? Where are you headed?"
*Ayeniner did not say anything. He thought about all the possibilities in approximately two point three-five seconds. None of them ended well, and five ended with him in a scrap yard, or paired off with a Ronto.
But Ayeniner did not emit fear. He would not let them have the satisfaction! He would be the bigger man - eh, droid.* "No answer? Big guy don't wanna talk? I'm sure the commander would love to have a look at your memory core. Let's take him in!"
*Ayeniner reacted fully on the instincts provided by having no memory wipes in three decades or so, sending sparks of electricity at the being who he could now place, a Mandalorian, singing a small part of his chestplate. Nothign really damaging, though. Ayeniner felt like he had just annoyed him. With laughs from his allies spurring him on, the large man gripped Ayeniner by his head and lifted him up.
Ayeniner protested, swinging his lower body around and squealing. He again extended his jolt arm and this time aimed for the visor, and shot out another electric jolt. He found himself landing on all three wheels, bouncing slightly, while his vision rested on the Mandalorian who he had attacked. He was lying on the floor, his visor had a flaming hole in, and charred skin lay beneath.
Okay, he had just killed a Mandalorian. Just wait until he told the others!
Filled with confidence, Ayeniner sludged oil around him, squealing as he did so. There were only three Mandos left, and they all were walking foward intently. Ayeniner was prepared, though, and he lit the oil with another jolt from his jolt arm. Two of the enemies were engulfed in flames and began rolling on the round, screaming their death throws. The other seemed to know what had hit the others, and got on his speeder bike, and whizzed away.
Ayeniner turned to leave, rather pleased with himself, but before he did, he tapped into the speader bike and stole the codes that would have been used to communicate. That would definitely come in handy.
Wait until he could brag about this to Biscuit!*