08-08-2015, 11:41 PM
[spoiler]"Finally done with patrols Bucky?" Solomon, a Muun droid technician asked as I headed into the droid storage room. Humans had things like 'living quarters' but such things were wasteful. All that space for living was inefficient. All you needed was a good plug for power, and something to keep spare parts in. Then again, humans couldn't really carry around spare parts like I can. Wonder how those creatures conduct field quick field repairs with such squishy parts. But I don't have time to ponder such things. Solomon asked me a question.
"Roger Roger."
"Report?"
"3 criminals apprehended, two rodian males and one bothan female. Fourteen criminals expired-"
"How many did you 'expire' Bucky?"
"This unit assisted in the expiration of three secondaries with E-5 blasterfire."
"And was that all?" He asked, as if waiting for something.
". . . This unit also caused injuries to two stormtrooper units."
"Fierfek. I thought for sure that targeting upgrade would have solved that issue." The Muun cursed before letting out a heavy sigh. "Plug up Bucky. I'll analyze the data and try to come up with a patch for you." The Muun rolled his wheeled chair over to a datapad and began to boot up some programs. I plug in the software and powerlines and start to power down. I don't dream like other creatures do, but I know the value of keeping power emissions low. Maintaining a powerful machine like me costs the Empire good credits, around 12,000 credits per day. If I can lower that cost for just a few hours a day then that's money Palpatine can use to armor those stupid stormtroopers who get in my firing lanes, which makes Camelot's downfall all the closer.
About four hours later I'm up and at'em. Initial diagnostic shows that Solomon has uploaded the file. Time to unzipping the file, download it, and apply so I can-
Blip
That blip tells me there's a new file. Specifically File "???.pdf". A quick perimeter diagnostic confirms the status quo. Nobody's here but me and other powered down droids. Which means this file is classified, top secret, only for special infiltration units like me. Far beyond Solomon's pay grade. Time to open her up and look at him.
File:Access ???
>>>>??? Encrypted
>>>>Enter Encryption Key: ______
Why would they send me a file I can't-
Blip!
Another file. This time named "Key". Part of me, 34.7% to be exact, thinks I'm being fooled with. But 34.7% was not a majority, and 52% of diagnostics show this is a very important mission for myself, sent in two parts.
File:Access Key
>>>>Encryption Key == ghstgrl
>>>>Encryption == Received
>>>>File:Key == Deleting
Hmmm. Well that seemed rather clandestine.
File:Access ???
>>>>??? Encrypted
>>>>Enter Encryption Key: ______
>>>>Enter Encryption Key: ghstgrl
>>>>Bucky, the Emperor has selected you for an important mission. Palpatine may lead Coruscant, the Costa Del Sol, and the Endless Dunes, but it pales in comparison to Galactic Empire he once held sovereignty over. Rather than continue to wage a war against Camelot and her people the Emperor has decided to go right for the heart of the Omniverse. Omni himself. However locating him has proven difficult, with Omni monitoring Palpatine's every move in fear of his power.
Your mission, should you accept it, is to travel to a temple hidden deep within the Tangled Green rumored to be created as a monument to Omni and discern his possible location while in competition and feeding false information too agents from Camelot, New Babylon, Ambrosia, and the L.A.W. As always if you or any of your associates are captured or killed the Empire will disavow any knowledge of your actions. This file will self-delete in five seconds. Good luck Bucky.
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And that's how I got here. Sent here on a special mission by the Emperor himself. And who better to do it than me? No other B-1 had as genius of a disguise as me. No Stormtrooper had the metal he did. If only the Tangled Green weren't so foresty though. The vibrant colors, the uneven ground, the overwhelming presence of organic life. It all seems so . . . unnecessary. My only comfort is my knowledge that the Emperor will one day rule this land, and I'll have helped speed the process along. After a while of trekking through the muk however a familiar visage comes into my view. The nice familiar white tone of armor. Another servant of the Emperor. Slowly he made his way to the stormtrooper, keeping E-5 in hand and being careful not to snag his backpack on the many obstructions of the woods. Heading over to the man I nudged his side, before reaching into the backpack.
"I have another disguise." My vocabulator speaks at a soft hum as I reach into my bag, showing another Mandalorian 'helmet'.
"Roger Roger."
"Report?"
"3 criminals apprehended, two rodian males and one bothan female. Fourteen criminals expired-"
"How many did you 'expire' Bucky?"
"This unit assisted in the expiration of three secondaries with E-5 blasterfire."
"And was that all?" He asked, as if waiting for something.
". . . This unit also caused injuries to two stormtrooper units."
"Fierfek. I thought for sure that targeting upgrade would have solved that issue." The Muun cursed before letting out a heavy sigh. "Plug up Bucky. I'll analyze the data and try to come up with a patch for you." The Muun rolled his wheeled chair over to a datapad and began to boot up some programs. I plug in the software and powerlines and start to power down. I don't dream like other creatures do, but I know the value of keeping power emissions low. Maintaining a powerful machine like me costs the Empire good credits, around 12,000 credits per day. If I can lower that cost for just a few hours a day then that's money Palpatine can use to armor those stupid stormtroopers who get in my firing lanes, which makes Camelot's downfall all the closer.
About four hours later I'm up and at'em. Initial diagnostic shows that Solomon has uploaded the file. Time to unzipping the file, download it, and apply so I can-
Blip
That blip tells me there's a new file. Specifically File "???.pdf". A quick perimeter diagnostic confirms the status quo. Nobody's here but me and other powered down droids. Which means this file is classified, top secret, only for special infiltration units like me. Far beyond Solomon's pay grade. Time to open her up and look at him.
File:Access ???
>>>>??? Encrypted
>>>>Enter Encryption Key: ______
Why would they send me a file I can't-
Blip!
Another file. This time named "Key". Part of me, 34.7% to be exact, thinks I'm being fooled with. But 34.7% was not a majority, and 52% of diagnostics show this is a very important mission for myself, sent in two parts.
File:Access Key
>>>>Encryption Key == ghstgrl
>>>>Encryption == Received
>>>>File:Key == Deleting
Hmmm. Well that seemed rather clandestine.
File:Access ???
>>>>??? Encrypted
>>>>Enter Encryption Key: ______
>>>>Enter Encryption Key: ghstgrl
>>>>Bucky, the Emperor has selected you for an important mission. Palpatine may lead Coruscant, the Costa Del Sol, and the Endless Dunes, but it pales in comparison to Galactic Empire he once held sovereignty over. Rather than continue to wage a war against Camelot and her people the Emperor has decided to go right for the heart of the Omniverse. Omni himself. However locating him has proven difficult, with Omni monitoring Palpatine's every move in fear of his power.
Your mission, should you accept it, is to travel to a temple hidden deep within the Tangled Green rumored to be created as a monument to Omni and discern his possible location while in competition and feeding false information too agents from Camelot, New Babylon, Ambrosia, and the L.A.W. As always if you or any of your associates are captured or killed the Empire will disavow any knowledge of your actions. This file will self-delete in five seconds. Good luck Bucky.
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And that's how I got here. Sent here on a special mission by the Emperor himself. And who better to do it than me? No other B-1 had as genius of a disguise as me. No Stormtrooper had the metal he did. If only the Tangled Green weren't so foresty though. The vibrant colors, the uneven ground, the overwhelming presence of organic life. It all seems so . . . unnecessary. My only comfort is my knowledge that the Emperor will one day rule this land, and I'll have helped speed the process along. After a while of trekking through the muk however a familiar visage comes into my view. The nice familiar white tone of armor. Another servant of the Emperor. Slowly he made his way to the stormtrooper, keeping E-5 in hand and being careful not to snag his backpack on the many obstructions of the woods. Heading over to the man I nudged his side, before reaching into the backpack.
"I have another disguise." My vocabulator speaks at a soft hum as I reach into my bag, showing another Mandalorian 'helmet'.
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