"See what'd I tell you!!" Tex said to his friend as he gestured to the gold mine before them, an entire Clone wars Era factory completely untouched since the formation of the empire. Now he was an honest man, ruggedly handsome and extremely charismatic for a scavenger meaning he could easily see what this find was worth millions of credits at minimum.
His companion a young Twi'lek girl named Eddie he'd picked up at a cantina a few months ago, had a knack for tech and wasn't that bad on the eyes either which was a win win in his books. She was taking a look at some droid arms that had been abandoned on a conveyor belt "I Donno this stuffs pretty old, might only be worth somthin as scrap"
Tex just rolled his eyes, shows how inexperienced the girl was as a scavenger. Even a single working Droid could fetch somewhere in the range of 6 000 credits to the right buyer, minus the fee to keep the Empire from noticing the sale of an illegal Battle Droid, if they could just get a dozen or so to sell he'd finally have enough credits to buy himself a ship and get off of this
Starting Planet:
[ ] Dust covered rock (Desert World)
[ ] Damn Bog (Swamp World)
[ ] Force forsaken city (Industrial World)
[ ] Stupid Jungle (Tropical World)
[ ] Drowned Planet (Oceanic World)
REBOOTING.....
"Hey I found something!!"
BATTERY LIFE 30%
"Damn looks like a control room"
RUNNING SELF DIAGNOSTIC
"Yeah and look at this guy, he's different from all the other Droids out there."
DIAGNOSTIC COMPLETE, UNIT IS SEVERELY DAMAGED, MAINTENANCE IS REQUIRED.
"Must have been some kind of foreman or something. Looks expensive though."
WARNING!! INTRUDER DETECTED
"Yeah, what do you think it's wor-ghhh!!"
ELIMINATE
Your Photo-receptors reactivate after an estimated 4-5 Galactic years of inactivity, the neck of the intruder who had inadvertently reactivated you when he entered the commander center clutched between your metal fingers. He was a middle aged human male with a slightly stocky build that appeared to be suffering from slight malnourishment. He was equipped with only set of worn leathers and what your sensors indicated was some type of crude slug thrower, which he was reaching for. That could not be allowed.
With a single mechanical motion your other arm grabbed the man's head and twisted it 180 degree heralding a sharp snap from his neck as his body went limp. Tossing the now useless corpse to the side you arose from your command chair, dust and rust that had built up over the years coming loose from your metal frame. The Factory's command room appeared relatively untouched with not obvious signs of damage, tampering or corrosion beyond a thick layer of dust.
A cry of panic caused you to shift your gaze to the only organic left alive in the facility, a blue skinned Twi'lek female of roughly 16 years of age equipped in a similar manner to her companion with the sole addition of a crude toolkit strapped to her waist, Engineer? Regardless she is panicked due to your activation and the subsequent termination of her companion, in fear she reaches for her own slug thrower.
You do not allow her to draw the weapon. In an instant your servos propel you across the room, one hand grabbing arm while the other pinned her to the wall.
There was fear in her eyes as she gazed into your glowing red photo-receptors and she began to babble nonsensical phrases as she pleaded for her life.
You only gave a single response...
[ ] -Neck Snap- (Kill her)
[ ] -Knock her Unconscious- (Capture her)
With those distractions taken care of you turn your attention to the main control panel of the facility, all it took were but the press of a few buttons and a single order to reactivate the long sleeping factory. The Clone Wars were not over yet and with these hands of Iron you will fulfill your programming and free the galaxy from the Tyranny of the Republic.
This is the final series of votes before the CK2 portion of this quest begins. Also it seems like we are using the Cape Symbol, I'll take note of that.