open | I'm passing sleeping cities, fading by degrees

[droide]

CHARACTERS: L3-37 and YOU!
LOCATION: All around the station
DATE: Throughout the beginning of November
CONTENT: Getting acclimated
WARNINGS: None, will edit as necessary

Elthree has a lot to come to terms with, in her first few days aboard Ximilia station. She's grateful that her body has been restored, but a bit put off that it apparently took several decades to do (if what Finn said about the Empire having fallen over thirty years prior is true). Most of the people here wouldn't know a droid if they saw one, so when they do see one, they don't quite know how to react. Which is all fine by Elthree, as she doesn't quite know how to react around them, either. She takes to wandering the station, seeing what she can do to pass the time.

Kitchen

Elthree doesn't need to eat. And she doesn't know how to cook, so she isn't about to be roped into any kind of kitchen duties. Being told by organics to perform a task, even if it's a task that the organics themselves are also performing, hits too close to home and feels too much like being conscripted into servitude like her droid brethren. This is a life she fought to free herself from. She isn't going to go back to it that easily.

But, she's bored. So she hangs around the kitchen anyway, giving color commentary on the people who are in there, trying to make a decent meal for themselves.

"You're really going to eat that?" She intones, laying the skepticism on thick. "Alright... It's your fleshy organic body that you're seeking to ruin. Don't let me stop you."

Control Room

When she's not bothering people in the southeast wing, Elthree makes her way to the closed doors at the entrance to the north wing, poking and prodding at the controls in a futile attempt to get them to open. This station's tech isn't compatible with her hardware, so she can't just slice in and override the locks, but it bothers her that there is a whole third of the station that they do not have access to. So, desperate attempts are made, and though she fails every time, she does not give up trying.

Simulation Room

As stated previously, this station isn't built for Elthree to be able to slice into its systems and interface with them directly. It's somewhat frustrating, having to go about programming a simulation the old fashioned way like any boring old organic. But, program it she does, because she's feeling rather stressed and needs something familiar to relax.

Should anyone walk into the simulation room while she's there, they will enter into a dark room with a hologram projection of an enormous spiral galaxy. From where Elthree stands at the room controls, she zooms in and out on various sections of the map, pulling up hyperspace routes between various star systems, immersing herself in memories of her favorite trips aboard the Millennium Falcon. If anyone does walk in, she won't say anything for a long moment, but if they step too far into the room, interrupting her quiet reflection, she'll greet them with a brusque and impatient, "Did you want anything?"

Lab/Tech Storage

Ostensibly speaking, Elthree is welcome to a room in the south west wing, just like any other of her organic crewmates. But the idea of having a bed to call her own when she doesn't really need one is something that is unfamiliar to Elthree, and she still has this lingering feeling that she's overstepping, and if she does finally claim one of the rooms as her own, someone will come up and take it away from her.

So, in an effort to avoid losing something she's never been allowed to have before, she puts off claiming a room for as long as she can. Instead, she stays awake while the rest of the station sleeps, keeping herself busy reading through various bits of other crew members' research in the laboratory. When she does need to power down and recharge, she does so in the tech storage area. She's somewhat ashamed of this, yes, because she knows that relegating herself to storage like she's just a piece of cargo goes against her efforts towards droid equality, but it's better than having a room taken away from her, she rationalizes. On the off chance that anyone needs something from tech storage in the wee hours of the morning, they'll find Elthree's inert form propped up in a corner, her optic dimly pulsing, until she becomes aware of movement nearby and it brightens again.

"Oh, I-- I didn't think anyone would come in here."

Wildcard

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Comments

[thelastb1]

"Maybe. I just think they're comfortable." Roger may not experience comfort in quite the same way as organics, but the way he processes data from his body's pressure sensors works in similar enough way that he finds certain human furniture comfortable. Although despite this he's still fine with staying on his shelf, for now.

"But if it works for you, I can just avoid coming here at night. Find another place to relax."

[droide]

"No," Elthree slumps forward, resting her dome on one hand. "I don't want you to have to change your routine just for me. I suppose I ought to just get over my hang-ups and get a room like everyone else."

She can at least empathize with finding certain furniture comfortable. She'd worn a certain divot into the co-pilot seat of the Falcon that made it just the way she liked it. Maybe she'll be able to do the same with a bed.

[thelastb1]

The battle droid responds with a grateful "Roger roger." Though certainly willing, avoiding the lab for the third of the day when the station would be the quietest wasn't something he was terribly interested in.

Roger rolls out of his shelf and falls onto the ground before getting up. "I could still go somewhere else right now, though, if you want to power down again." He has absolutely no idea how much sleep Elthree intended to get, after all.

[droide]

At the 'Roger roger,' Elthree pauses and turns to look at her B1 friend.

"Somehow, I didn't expect you to actually say that." She probably should have, knowing what she knows about B1 battle droids, but... Oh well.

"No, I'm up. I've had enough time to rest and recharge to keep me for a while longer. May as well get up and do something with myself."

[thelastb1]

It's not the first time Roger's heard someone react that way to an actual former Seperatist droid using the phrase without any irony. "Yeah. We actually said that. The designation's just a coincidence, though." At least, as far as R0-GR knows.

He nods, then takes one of the boxes full of machine parts off the shelf and takes them over to a table and sets his datapad on it.

[droide]

"Handy, that." Though if she went around all day saying, Elthree-three-seven, she imagines that would get quite annoying.

She stretches, limbering up her joints now that she's decided to stay awake, and peers over towards Roger's datapad, curious to see what's on it but not willing to go the extra mile and ask aloud.

[thelastb1]

Roger nods. He can't say it's not convenient, having the one designation that lends itself to such a fitting nickname for a battle droid.

On the datapad, he pulls up a file titled "Trenches-to-Wrenches-2" and scrolls down to a part listed as "Chapter 173," with a variety of potential titles listed in the draft. The chapter deals with Roger's escape from the Mega Star Destroyer, the Supremacy, using Anakin Skywalker's old Jedi Starfighter, and how he got the blaster pistol currently holstered at his side.

[droide]

Elthree steps over to stand behind Roger, not even hiding the way she's looking over his shoulder.

"Is this your memoir?"

[thelastb1]

There's a slight jump in surprise when Elthree reveals she was reading over his shoulder, but he quickly recovers and pivots in his seat to face her. "It's the second volume of it. The first one covered almost forty years, and I had to stop somewhere. But as soon as I finished it I got started on the next one. So this one covers my life in the New Republic, the Resistance, and I guess it's also going to cover the mission to retrieve the Orbs. Although I might split that part off into a third volume, depending on what happens."

[droide]

Elthree listens with rapt attention. "I'd like to read it. And the first volume," she adds. "You know. Catch up on everything I've missed."

She knows the gist of things, from Finn. Knows that a rebellion starts, and Lando and Solo are somehow at the heart of it. Knows the Empire will fall, something will try to take its place, then fall again.

And there is Roger, living through it all. Remarkable in his persistence. Truly a credit to droid-kind.

[thelastb1]

"Right. Sure." Roger grabs the datapad, taps and drags a few things on the screen, and then offers it out with the Volume 2 file still open. "You can borrow the datapad for as long as you need it."

The collection has very story of Roger's entire life, from the Battle of Naboo to the Battle of Crait, all layed out in vivid detail. With how thorough and detailed the style of narration is and how many important galactic events Roger participated in, it should be feasible to catch up on all of the important history Elthree would have missed. Not to mention the stories of what ended up happening to Pace and Lena, and Roger's interactions with Lando Calrissian, Han Solo, Chewbacca, and the times he was aboard the Millenium Falcon. So R0-GR suspects it will be very helpful for catching up.