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In the galaxy, it has oft been debated the sentience of droids. And even now, no one can truly answer the question. Nor that of the emotional state of a droid. Still, it has been said that, assuming a droid has no memory wipes after a fashion, they tend to develop a personality of their own. True, a droid had not a faceplate to properly express oneself. Still, the quality of vocorders in this day were outstanding, allowing a droid to express in tones various emotions.
"Barring any enemy attack, it seems that all is quiet." came Rusty's mellow reply. "I would suggest swapping war stories, though I imagine we've heard each other's many a time allready," he stated with what seemed to be a chuckle.

"Very well," Rusty said. "There's the time on Yavin, right after the legendary battle in which the Death Star was destroyed. We had to evacuate Yavin, for the Empire sought retribution. Many of Emerald Squadron were destroyed in the battle, and we - myself and Zendia, Freya's grandmother's grandmother - were nearly killed by none other than Darth Vader in his TIE Advanced. As it was, our port pylon of our Y-wing was sheared off in an excellent shot. Thankfully, we were flying rather close to ground level, allowing for a crash landing."
"Ejecting from the fighter, we managed to avoid scores of the Empire's best stormtroopers. Still, we were nearly captured, with the officer's blaster trained on Mistress Zendia. However, her focus was on Mistress Zendia, allowing me to stun her with my prod."
With that, Rusty paused, allowing the story to sink in. "Fortunately, my gambit worked, with Mistress Zendia managing to knock the officer out, and make way for a Corvette who's engines were running hot."
"What is really intriuging is: We, of course, didn't know it at the time, but, that officer was none other than the Jedi Master Mordranna Brunhildt. Of course, her time in Imperial service is a footnote in her life." Rusty then went on to talk of the Battle of Hoth, as well as Emerald Squadron's rocky ride through the Ison Corridor.

The golden orbs which served as eyes disappeared behind the black cloth of the hood, indicating the jawa had closed his eyes. He lifted a hand to the youth and shook his hooded head."This one requires no such humble a service, niether does he up above us." Jacen said, Teail was actaully no where to be found up on the road in the speeder nor the bridge, and his presense was not but a presense of a normal human, but that was not but a projection of a presense.

"Looking for someone, I am. Help with this, you may be able." Jacen said, though physicaly blind, he saw with much better an ability without such mundane ways. His hand had returned to the opposites selve.

Rusty would have smiled, had he the capacity. "I fondly remember Master Jarek, as well. He was a good man,"

(( Since we haven't reached that point in EmSquad, we'll assume that Jarek is Zendia's husband. 3nodding Plot bunny for when we get there, yes? ))

(( S'ok. I had the idea that he had a common name, akin to Smith or Jones, thus becoming a Starsinger. ^^ Father being held in an Imp prison, and kid brother was disintegrated on Alderaan. That said, I have some post Endor stuff in mind for EmSquad.
But, that's for another day and place. ^_^;; ))

"The Alliance fought well, with Master Jarek helping Solo on Endor, and Mistress Zendia in orbit with Antillles and Calrissian," Rusty said, remembering the laser bolts wildly flying from TIE Interceptors. "Had Mistress Zendia not made a hard juke starboard, I most likely would not be here." he said, recalling how a TIE Interceptor's bolt just narrowly missed him.

"They are good people," Rusty agreed. "That includes Mistress Freya, even if she seems to lack the patience of her forebears,"

(( Indeed Elvis. You did well. ^_^ ))

Kal trolled the walkways of the Imperial Palace, cradling his ST-II Carbine. The weapon, while old, was still in production by Sorosuub, as Storm Commandos swore by it. Lighter and more powerful than the E-11 knockoff, the Storm Trooper-I, the ST-II also allowed modular changes and upgrades such as sniper barrels and silencers. It was an Elite Trooper's gun, and Kal favored it as much as he favored his Standard Issue Lightsaber.
Kal turned the corner and swept the hall with his carbine. Something was up, he could sense it. The Dark side was about. It was faint but he could sense it's prescense. It probably was from one of the Sith that Darth Krayt ocassionally dispatched to meet with Fel.
Or it could be something else all together. The Sith werent the only ones to draw upon the Dark-side's energy.
"Better go check it out." Kal muttered to himself as he started trying to pinpoint the taint. "Last thing I need is some Dark Side Kirflag messing up the Palace on my watch."