[color=d86615]"Emzie, nice to meet you. I'm Commander Blake - but call me Raynor,"[/color] he said, introducing him even though he knew without a doubt that Emzie already knew his name. He raised an eyebrow, hearing that a [i]protocol[/i] droid could use [i]blasters[/i]. It wasn't the weirdest thing to hear, but it was definitely strange, especially considering that all of their enemies that they thought were droids. If droids were sentient and had souls, he figured that would have been a little bit weird for Emzie. The next thing was particularly interesting - designed to work with Jedi? Designed by who? He'd never heard of a droid like that before. 

	[color=d86615]"Let me recap - you're a protocol droid who can shoot blasters, rolls with the Jedi, and was designed to escape hostile situations?"[/color] he summarized. He looked more impressed than confused. [color=d86615]"Who built you? And why aren't you, no offense, working with the clankers? I'd've thought droid engineers would be making bank with the Separatists."[/color] He rolled his head from side to side, cracking his neck. Some Jedi liked to meditate before a mission. Raynor just liked to hear bones go [i]pop[/i] in his body. [color=d86615]"Yeah, yeah, I'm ready,"[/color] he answered, following the droid.