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"I'm sorry sir, but I feel that putting Betuu in the security team would be a major risk to this operation, sir," Toland added, trying to respect rank. "When I, well, 'refurbished' Betuu I took the liberty to paint the Rebellion's insignia on his hull. Just look at him. He's probably the most patriotic thing in the room."

The room fell silent, some looked while some could give less of a damn. "Well sir," Toland continued, "if he is seen in public with Slooga on the ground, lots of people will be asking questions and our cover could be possibly blown. If I may sir, maybe we could just stow him aboard the shuttle as a back-up. I can set him up so that he can be formed more compactly and hide him for an emergency."
Should I write a post pointing out the Betuu would be a terrible addition to the Slogga group? He does have the insignia of the Rebellion painted right on him.

EDIT: Decided to do it anyway.
"I was just going to ask if you were up for some drink later on after this," Toland replied with a smile as he looked onto the MD droid. The old model had definitely seen hard days, either through hours of long surgery or medicating the unsavory crew of the Intruder. "If you want I can still take that old guy off your hands. Turn him into something useful like an clock or something."

Toland took the power cell and hooked it up directly to Iggy's repulsorlift, overclocking it by about one-hundred and fifty percent. Along with that, Toland redirected all of the IM-6's base power cells directly to all other systems and equipment. If his hunch was right, little Iggy would be zipping and zooming around like an X-Wing pilot on the roughest drugs in the galaxy.

"Ok Iggy, I want you to do five laps around the med-bay. I want you to stay low in case there something else is going on and you lose control. After the second lap, I want you to go as high as you can and show us what you are made of."
"Hi Iggy," Toland began, "your boss here told me that you haven't been doing well lately. I'm here to help. You can call me a doctor of sorts. A droid doctor! Top ten in my class in The Grand Skakoan Insitute of Droid Technologies."

It was obvious that the issue here wasn't just some bad Cybot Galacitic longevity issues. Well, it was a part of the problem. No something else was keeping the little droid down. Toland turned to Tadia, his mind racing at different possibilities. The first thing that came to mind was Iggy's modifications. A small model droid like a IM-6 would have issues hovering after a while with non-factory standard mods.

"Ok so I have some ideas brewing," he told her. "Do you have spare small power cells laying around?"
@Zoldyck Nope. Nameless filler vet. Betuu pushed a lot of people.
"Roger roger," Betuu replied to the Corperal as he cocked his arm back inwords. "I will retrieve Priavte Vas' equipment for inspection. Do you require his presence?"

Before the battle droid could get a response, one of the verterans stumbled into the armory with alchohl still tainting his breath.

"Hey!," the soldier shouted, "there's that stupid fucking droid that pushed me! Stupid Seperatist shit pushed me!"

The veteran looked over to the captain and pointed at Betuu. "Corperal! That fucking droid pushed me! Why are we letting goddamn death bots push people!" Betuu just stood quietly, waiting for his inquiry to be satisfied.

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Toland wasn't far behind Tadia as he noticed the Sarge and another recruit like himself. He had heard small rumors surrounding the guy, how he was a former Imerial and heels bring down Uslam. Toland didn't have any love for Uslam personally, but could understand the outrage.

"Hey," Toland greeted as he stepped up to Tadia. "You want to show me your droid? Betuu probably has my gear by now and has all of that settled. Better for me to do something useful then show off my nonexistent marksman skills."
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That does not inspire confidence in me...

Also SuperDerp you can either RP with me sometime fixing the droid or we can assume it happens during any of the little skips. Just tell me what one you go for.


I'm cool with either.
"You got without me man," Toland told Betuu, "I need to go grab my gear and hopefully get that IM-6 up and running. You go show these guys how a battle droid shoots.

"Roger roger," Betuu bluntly replied. Making a full turn, Betuu marched away from the group, pushing past newbies and vets alike to get out of the hold. Toland rubbed his temple as he watched the big Super Battle Droid litterally push two people out of his way and out the exit.

"I try my best with him," Toland admitted, "but he still has some old Sep tendencies that I can't shake out of him. He's a big teddy bear inside. A big, angry militarized teddy bear with built in guns..."

Toland gave a mock salute to Tadia's as she left, trying his best not to panic alone. Mingle...right, he repeated in thought.
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Betuu was the first to get to the firing range since most were still conversing at in the hold. He didn't care for most fleshy small talk. He tolerated Toland, only because he had rebuilt him from a rusted hulk and saved him from those touchy little things. Jawas, he remembered. Betuu had trouble remembering a lot before he met Toland.

Sometimes he can vividly pull up a recording from his cache from when he was manufactured. Slimey Geonosians all around him. The recording jumps to a battle outside the facility, he thinks. Fleshies with lightsabers. Jedi. He thinks he killed one, or it might of been the tank behind him. He preferred having it on his kill count.

After that everything is just frames of different locations and the scars of corruption.

Betuu uncocked his arm and took aim at the targets. He started off with his basic dual cannon. Twin blaster rounds pierced through the air and struck the target dead on. Double bullseye. The droid switched to his triShot system and fired, unleashing a blaster pistol sized shotgun blast. The three laser spread landed millimeters away from dead center, the tightest Betuu could get it.
"Yes sir," Toland replied. "No need to worry about Betuu here. His security subroutines are some of the best the old Seps could offer. Also, he is the type of guy to go pow-pow, or pow-pow-pow, sir."

Toland looked back to the HK-51 unit, who was still probably scanning the room to fulfill his new objective.

"Honesty sir, you can keep the brown one. Very clingy bot, but from what info I have it seems to be some kind of old assassin protocol droid. Favorited thousands of years ago. He might need a little weapons calibration, but he should be ship-shape for use. Nobody is getting at your guns with him around."

Betuu butted into the conversation, spamming beeps and boops like there was no tomorrow.

"What have I told you about not insulting people in Droid Speak," Toland replied.

"'It is not cool,'" the droid replied in basic.
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TBH As I am at work I was browsing by image instead of reading up on them and it wasn't actually the one I wanted to chose BUT IT HAS BEEN CHOSEN.

So I'll run with it.


If you want another droid, you can retcon it.
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