[b]Emergency Response Droid F7-250[/b]
The clicks of metallic toes clipping against the gleaming metal echoed noisily down the twisting corridors of the [i]Ardent Liberty[/i] as F7-250 lumbered forward with purpose. Its ocular processors whirred and whizzed to life as the Droid's mechanical eyes scanned its surroundings, storing the sights and sounds of the New Republic carrier in its memory banks with unerring clarity. [i]Perhaps these records should prove helpful in case of a hull rupture or ventilation malfunction. Organics seem very particular about their oxygen intake,[/i] F7 thought to itself, making particular note to remind its new masters on the importance of breathing at regular intervals later in their voyage. Asphyxiation was not a pretty death, and one certainly not deserving of the brave Jedi Knights F7 now served.

It seemed particularly strange to the unit at the rapid change of scenery and directive it had been given by its new masters. One moment, it had been fitted with a strange bolt that made it only wish to lift rocks and smash pillars on command, and one malfunction later, it only wished to save Organic younglings from being violently crushed to death by the falling granite head of a historical figure. Some diagnostic tests later, and it was suddenly assigned to these Jedi. The strangeness of the Organic mind truly perplexed F7 to no end, and his new masters were no exception.

First, there was Lac'li Saku. She was somewhat more unorthodox compared to most other Jedi the Droid had interacted with. More willing to show open emotion during social settings than the Jedi who analyzed F7. Her adrenaline and stress hormones also often flared at an increased frequency in and out of conflict, increasing blood pressure and in-turn making her response to stimuli more aggressive. However, Lac'li Saku proved one of the most willing of his new masters to uphold the basic tenants of the Jedi Code while on a mission, provided that her mission reports as a padawan were accurate.

Human Elyka also created conflict within F7's databases. Her responses to situations were adamant and iron-clad in nature, often times resolved in her position before all of the applicable data was gathered. She and Lac'li Saku were similar in some regards, both of the female Jedi unafraid to reveal emotional unrest when pressed. However, F7 observed that Lac'li Saku was more willing to restrain herself when the circumstance required, while Human Elyka seemed intent on pursuing the path she was set on with the full passion of an Organic. F7 resolved to prepare a few more shots of Bacta for Human Elyka than its other masters, given that her personality type usually resulted in more injuries than other Organics.

Human Gideon, F7 observed, was prone to increased production of dopamine in response to what other organics observed with relative neutral brain chemistry. F7 theorized that it was this activity that was at least partially responsible for Human Gideon's positive response to changing circumstances. The mission reports that F7 was allowed access to indicated that he, like the Droid itself, assumed a protective role over his Organic allies. Recording this trait with approval, F7 also made a note to requisition additional medical supplies at the soonest opportunity. Between Human Elyka and Human Gideon, the Droid suspected its bacta supplies would be stretched thin.

Finally, there was Vahra Akyra. She was the master that F7 had found most in-line with what its databanks and the extranet provided that Jedi were. Reserved, stable, mostly at-peace, the Droid suspected that the Vahra Akyra's levelheadedness would prove most effective in delaying the untimely and gruesome deaths of she and her fellows. Out of all its new masters, F7 calculated that it would have to devote the least amount of medical attention her way.

However, despite all of the information F7 had been provided and gathered form their brief interactions, the Droid felt that its databanks regarding its new masters were incomplete. Organics were such complex beings, multi-faceted and seemingly intentionally inefficient, they contained multiple directives which all seemed defined by the chemical imbalances their biological processors generated. For example, all of his new masters were Jedi Knights, but each took their own route to complete their primary directive. For a Droid, a question had one answer, the most efficient. For an Organic, a question had hundreds of different answers, all of them disputed by thousands of different perspectives. Organics, while complicated, were truly fascinating subjects for study, and F7 seemed to compelled to understand them.

F7's sensors lit up at the sight of one of his new masters, Lac'li Saku if its readings were correct. Upon further inspection of her biological well-being however, the droid discovered that her emotional output was slightly unbalanced. Concerned for his new master, the large droid slowly approached the Jedi.

"Greetings Lac'li Saku. My readings indicate that you are emotionally unbalanced. May I be of assistance? Do you require a sedative or mood-altering drug?" The Droid offered cheerfully, its robotic voice thrumming deeply throughout the interior of the Carrier.

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[b]Akaemos Fain[/b]
The sound of a body crashing to ground at breakneck speed was an odd one, Akaemos decided. It wasn't [i]quite[/i] a crash, and calling it a simple thud would just be doing it injustice. Sighing, the Chiss chewed his bottom lip as the twitching body of some sort of humanoid spun idly in the air in-front of him. Blood trickled from its floating form, streaming down off its pallid skin and falling down to the dirty street below like crimson rain. Scarlet eyes stared down at the blood pooling beneath the body in the air, and pale blue lips twitched into a smile. 

[i]When the experiment proves inconclusive, repeat until results reveal themselves.[/i]

The body of the poor thug who thought Akaemos' robed form would be an easy mark sped downward once again, crumpling under the power of the impact.[i] Crunch,[/i] he concluded, [i]it's definitely a crunch.[/i] While Akaemos considered it unfortunate that he had to resort to violence, he could not deny that it was undeniably one of the most 'fun' conclusions to that little excursion. Well, fun for him. Decidedly not fun for that poor puddle of man in that alleyway.

As the neon lights flashed and flared around him, the Sith breathed deep the putrid air of Nar Shaddaa. He moved out of that death-ridden alleyway, his dark robes swaying with nonchalant malevolence. This little exercise in excessive Force had set his time-table back a small bit, but ultimately it was no big loss. He still had plenty of time to reach the site of negotiations between the Hutts and the Imperial Remnant.

"Oh yes," the Chiss chuckled to himself as a scream rang out from the alley he had just hurriedly left."I'm going to enjoy this planet."