[h2]Baarsuth[/h2][hr] 


Baarsuth looked at the machine as it spoke with a look of wonder and confusion. It was certainly a strange droid, speaking in a mix of voice recordings and simple speech. He near-immediately recognized it: the strange voice, the recordings. This was a droid who had gone too long for its own good without a memory wipe. He had seen it only once or twice. It happened most commonly on planets that were sights of massive battles ending in civilization collapse. Droids who couldn't find their way home would wander aimlessly, their memory banks filling up as they travelled and not going away. Oftentimes, they would develop an advanced sentience of some form, a desire to live and, thusly, a hatred of scrappers. In his line of work, Baarsuth knew them to be bad news. That said, Baarsuth wasn't sure what [i]kind[/i] of droid this one was. She was thin and almost skeletal in design, certainly not a combat droid at all with nearly no armor. 

"Custom droid!" Baarsuth said, looking at Bo. He walked over, figuring he should play it cool as possible. Pissing off a feral droid would be bad news for everyone. "Name's Baarsuth. I reckon I'm the pilot a this here mission. Look forward to workin' with ya!" He held out a hand for the droid to shake and smiled.