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[we_re_doomed]

[There is a view...of the sky. As nice a shot it is, it doesn't last for long. Because this is actually coming from a certain protocol droid who finds himself in a terrible situation.]

Artoo! Artoo, help me!

[Oh boy. What is it this time? The little astromech trundles over towards the edge of what looks like steps better suited for Cybertronian use. He whistles lowly as he peers down.

From where he now lay, C-3PO waves his arms helplessly. He sounds both indignant and worried.]

Must I repeat myself? Just help me up!

[Artoo beeps flatly, his dome swiveling slightly to look around before he rolls away from the edge. Oh look Threepio, he's leaving you.

...just kidding. He's just going to take another route down- namely that handy ramp on the opposite side.]

Where are you going– oh. Well, all right. Go ahead and take your time, I have nowhere I need to be right now.

How was I suppose to know what you meant by this step being a "doozy?" I don't even know what that word means! I've never heard of it before. Not even when I was first programmed, I'm sure!

[He's taking his sweet time, trundling on down until comes up beside the fallen protocol droid, twittering almost amusedly.]

Yes, laugh it all up, you bucket of bolts. At the speed you were going, you could have been here by this time tomorrow and just as useless.

[Artoo halts at that, and then does an about-face, starting to roll off in the opposite direction with what might amount to an electronic huff.

At this, Threepio flails.]

Wait! Artoo, wait – I didn't mean it! Don't leave me here! Who knows what lurks around the area!

[It takes a moment, but the little droid does return, treating Threepio to a smattering of beeps and chirps. After assessing the other droid's situation, he promptly pops out a welding arm so that he can set to making the necessary repairs.

Really now, Threepio, those legs of yours come off way too easily.]

Oh thank goodness. The sooner we get this done, the faster we can– ow! Be careful with that! Haven't you ever heard of being gentle when you do these things? I still need to walk, you know!

Comments

[we_re_doomed]

Why, naturally, sir.

[Nope, not giving up that formality any time soon.]

Assisting in such is what I am programmed to do. In my humble opinion, it is a better option than the physical violence some tend to fall back on.

[kick_astromech]

[Oh brother. Well, while Threepio is talking it up, Artoo's just going to reattach that leg of his.]

[notyourblueangel]

[The Seeker can't help quirking a bit of a grin.]

"Humble" opinion? [Why does he get the impression you're anything but humble, Goldibot? He nods a little absently at the rest.] Old habits can be hard to break for some, I guess.

[He's one to talk. As a Seeker and one of his faction's elite, Thundercracker is a very old war veteran whose sole purpose for ever having been built to begin with was to fulfill a military capacity. But . . . as much as Thundercracker enjoys fighting as often as not, as much as he is VERY VERY GOOD at what he does . . . he also appreciates the opportunity he has here, in Haven, to choose whether or not to fight. So . . . he just nods.]

We have a law committee that several people are trying to form. Have you thought about contacting them to put your skills to use? Seems like something they might find helpful.

[And he can't help looking at the little . . . what did C-3PO call him? An "astromech"? He wouldn't have thought that a mech without proper hands could perform medical procedures. Well, not until Glit anyway. Wasn't that long ago that the medi-cat had given him a full diagnostic and even some much-needed deep cleaning.]

So . . . your companion. He's an "astromech", you said? Is that some kind of medic in your world?

[we_re_doomed]

[He is quite humble. At least he thinks he is.]

No, I don't believe I've ever heard anything of the sort. [Probably because he didn't ask. And the first few people that have talked to him never mentioned it.] However, I feel that it would be good to look into it. Having some form of order put into place is fine by me, especially when star systems tend to have no sense of lawfulness.

A medic? I suppose he can be seen as such. He specializes in repairing machinery and droids, sir. I'm afraid he cannot do the same with humans or other organic species.

[kick_astromech]

[The droid twitters, perhaps confirming Threepio's brief explanation. He's been referred to as a medic by some of the residents here already, so to hear it come up again isn't entirely strange.]

[notyourblueangel]

Hmn. Yeah, sounds like that'd be a good fit for you then, if you're interested. I don't know who's heading it, or heading the attempt at finalizing its formation, but you might contact McCrane. He'd know. Or . . . Cody. He's the secretary, I guess, for the police force and what there is so far of the law committee.

[He quirks a grin, thinking these two have probably been around organics too much.]

That's what a medic is. Organics call their equivalent "doctors". [His helm tilts a bit at a thought.] Well . . . not so much for machinery, that'd be an engineer, but medics care for mechs. And . . . I guess droids. What is a droid, exactly? You don't have a spark that I can tell, so I want to call you a drone, but you have the obvious sentience of a mechanoid. [Then again, so do McCrane and the others from his timestream – it occurs to Thundercracker that he's never gotten around to asking the same question of any of them. He makes a mental note to do that.]

[we_re_doomed]

Sir McCrane or Sir Cody...I will indeed see to contacting them some time soon. Perhaps for some more information, as you have already said.

Oh, I see. Different terminology can create some air of confusion. I do keep forgetting we aren't working within the standards of our systems. A droid, Sir Thundercracker, is just that, really – machinery and parts built and created to assist humans and other alien species with many tasks. Although we are programmed, there is always a range of sentience present. I do have to admit that some of us do act like drones, but that doesn't mean we all are.

[kick_astromech]

[While he listens, Artoo finishes welding wires and things back in place. That shoooould do it. He chirps at Threepio, his welding arm folding back in as he swivels his lens back towards Thundercracker.]

[notyourblueangel]

[That all still sounded like a drone to him, but as the little mech - droid - has pointed out . . . terminology. He wouldn't press it. He nods as R2-D2 chirps and closes up.]

Looks like your buddy's finished.

Here's the contact information for McCrane.

[He pings C-3PO's comm. Or tries, anyway.]

[we_re_doomed]

He is? [C-3PO checks, craning his neck to see that the work was, indeed, done.] Oh, splendid, Artoo! I am fully functional again! I would have been stuck here forever if it weren't for you.

[His attention is then taken back with the sudden blipping noise emitting from his arm. That comm is sneaky and it surprises him.]

–Oh my! Thank you, Sir Thundercracker.

[kick_astromech]

[Warble. Well of course you would, Threepio. You're helpless otherwise, really.]