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The Droid scanned her dimly lit photoreceptors over the control panel in front of her. This ship was different from ships she had been designed to pilot, but enough things were similar enough that she was able to orient herself. She even found herself guiding her pilots hand a few times, pointing to different controls and beeping in a game of "Hot and Cold". The two felt like a relatively competent team, but B-0 chose to withhold her judgements until they got the ship off the ground. Which, to B-0s surprise had not happened yet. She supposed they had to wait for the captains orders, and for the rest of the crew to complete their pre-flight tasks, but the Droid found herself getting restless. 

Baarsuth made a comment as he pulled a strange device from his coat about music. She watched in interest as he plugged the technology into the ships speaker system and pressed a button. 

B-0 had certainly heard music before, but nothing like this. She took a moment to sift through her memory banks. Once or twice, while she was on Tatooine, could she hear the distant sounds of musicians entertaining the exhausted farmers and merchants. And even more recently, on Alderaan, had her master been serenaded by a wonderful singer with a wonderfully fishy face. But this was far different from any music she had ever experienced. B-0 could not identify a particular thing about the music that she enjoyed, perhaps it was the intense volume or the was the singer's voice blended perfectly with the instruments accompanying it. 

Something made B-0's hollow chest cavity feel very...full. Perhaps she was malfunctioning. Perhaps this was the Force she had been searching for. 

It was, as the narrator had stated, pretty lit. 

It didn't take B-0 very long to realize a certain part of the song repeated. And while her memory banks did not contain the word 'chorus' she did quickly memorize this section of the music. On the third repeat B-0 began to trill and chirp along, a little pitchy but almost accurate in tone. The droid, as she dutifully watched over the various meters and screens on her half of the cockpit, was singing in her own strange little way. 

A small part of B-0 questioned why she felt the urge to 'sing' along to the music. It certainly wasn't part of her programming, her Creators were not exactly a people of fine arts. She was never taught to sing, she was hardly taught anything outside of protocol. She just felt a...desire. Was this what it was like to be alive? 

Probably not but she was still having a good time.