Chapter 6: No Deal
Later that night...
I'm putting my only other pair of shoes in a suitcase before closing it up so I can go to bed. Problem is that's just hard to fall asleep now, I got confirmation from Reece that we're heading out tomorrow morning. I even visited Jax to let him know I found someone willing to take people off world, couldn't afford to pay for him my self but I know Jax has enough credits to get off world.
I hope he comes along. I don't think he can avoid becoming a solider in Kyaris army if he wants to live here still. No I know he couldn't and neither can I. Taking a look around my room to distract my self from my own thoughts I can only stare at CC, as he's the only thing that stands out.
"You're a unique droid CC, would you be willing to indulge me as to who built you ?". CC rotates his head almost 100 degrees to face me "STATEMENT: I was commissioned by an Imperial senator during the Empires reign". Damn, that means he's older than the Battle of Yavin at least then. "I can understand why an imperial senator would want an assassin droid but why one so peculiar ?". "STATEMENT: If your referring to my core personality master then it's because in part I'm half salvage and half re-creation".
I just keep starring at CC waiting for him to continue. "Care to elaborate on that or do you want me to guess ?". "STATEMENT: If it pleases you master, my personality core was partially recovered from Mustafar by an construction team and upon being discovered by the senator at a later date, became infatuated with me. She would later research my previous designation know as HK-47. Based on exploits I know longer remember she tried to recreate HK-47 with varying success. After four versions the droid you know as CC-51 was created".
"So your a mash up between a random droid from a planet I don't know and rebuilt programming trying emulate that droid ?" "RECITATION: As I have stated master, varying success on the project. What you see before you was the only successful prototype". "Well you seem functional enough. . . I suppose for a chop shop droid but it is comforting knowing your Imperial".
"QUERY: Are you an Imperial sympathizer Master ?". That's a risky question to answer if it's true in public. "Kinda, Dad is and Mom advocated for the New Republic when the Empire fell. Even as all outer rim systems collapsed on themselves due to a weak policing force she always valued freedom above all else. Personally seeing the state of just Morak itself leaves me leaning more towards the Empire, but I can't condone massacre's like Operation Cinder".
"STATEMENT: Don't worry Master I'll make an Imperial out of you yet. Just need a couple more genocides to get you on board". That's what I'm afraid of you psychopathic droid, I really need to reprogram him. And how in the hell does more genocide get me on board ? That doesn't even make sense.
I'm going to regret asking asking but it would help me sleep tonight. "CC I'm going to need you to guard Dad and me while were asleep. In fact patrol the house tonight, and please don't murder us in our sleep". "STATEMENT: Worry not Master despite my objectively correct outlook on organics I would never harm my Master or those he told me not to harm". Real comforting CC.
Flicking the light switch I move to my bed to get some sleep, tomorrow is the last day on this wooden prison. Hopefully it won't be too hard to get a new droid smith shop up and running somewhere else. Maybe even work in a droid factory if the pays good. I pull my blanket up to my chest before turning on my side to finally get some sleep.
6 hours later... Outskirts of Town
The sun hasn't risen above the horizon, only the stars and streetlights illuminate the town. Flattened dirt roads aligned with grey steel buildings is this towns style. It's dirty and poor, no one's wealthy in this city or even on this planet. As on most Outer Rim planets the people make do with no support from The New Republic. Bartering is an acceptable substitute for credits when they have run dry.
It's quite, only noise from the bristling trees and forest creatures beyond the towns subpar fence make noise. But it's different tonight, men surround the town as they have too dozens of other settlements. Ready to kill and plunder as they have so many times before.
"Alright boys same plan as normal surround the town, moving in from all sides to prevent escapees, kill the weak and elderly, and take the rest alive. We do have one exception this time. A father and son who are droid smiths with a confirmed armed protocol droid. They have brown hair and brown eyes with sharp facial features, we want them alive. Now MOVE OUT !".
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