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Post by Aherk Fyyar on May 28, 2013 15:15:36 GMT -8
There was a short pause in the air before the droid spoke again.
Affirmative.
Audibly identical to the last word it spoke. Not even the slightest change in tone from before. And the photoreceptor merely stared blankly back at Dav, almost as though it was mocking the Jedi's resolute nature.
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Post by Dav Man'Sell on May 28, 2013 15:36:26 GMT -8
The answer was simple, straightforward, and without any further explanation. Dav begun to wonder if the machine's intelligence had degraded as a result of the damage done - the processor unit he'd hooked it up to should have been powerful enough for advanced levels of programming, so he couldn't imagine that would limit it. He had no way of knowing, however, until he had further explored their verbal interaction.
His hands lifted slowly from his knees as he lent forward. His elbows replaced them, and his fingers stepped before his face thoughtfully.
"Please outline for me your location of construction, the identity of your primary manufacturer, and your primary purpose."
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Post by Aherk Fyyar on May 28, 2013 15:53:00 GMT -8
Construction of this unit was completed 7.94 years ago on Mechis III, by an unknown droid manufacturing firm. Field deployment of this unit commenced 6.98 years ago.
The AI answered the questions as accurately as possible. KR-04 had indeed been deployed somewhat later than its initial construction would have indicated, although the program housed inside the processor had failed to answer why. Was it relevant? KR-04 did not identify it as such. Thus, it remained unvoiced.
Its primary directive, though, had been inquired about. And though it seemed obvious, the machine was compelled to answer.
Or so it would continue to act as though the Jedi's demand for honesty held any merit.
My mission is to terminate the Jedi known as Vidalu Na'an by any means necessary.
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Post by Dav Man'Sell on May 28, 2013 16:02:23 GMT -8
Dav nodded. So far, so good. Whether the honesty would continue - well, that was anyone's guess. Dav was not naive enough to assume all he would attain from the droid would be truth. The machine had been made for infiltration and assassination, and Dav had to assume that that would include the capacity for dishonesty. He had made the demand anyway, but it was not as an order he expected the machine to follow because of programming - rather, it had hidden beneath it, a promise. Or a threat, depending on the point of view. One not yet stated, but if the droid was capable of analysing Dav as a person from the course of their interactions over the next few minutes, it might come to a realisation on its own of the relative merits of telling the truth and deceiving him.
For now, though, he'd continue as he'd started.
"Ok. Why? For what reason was Vidalu Na'an to be terminated?"
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Post by Aherk Fyyar on May 28, 2013 16:07:40 GMT -8
There was yet another pause. This one, however, was shorter than the last. Briefer. It lacked the distinct air of the droid trying to carefully formulate its response, if such an air were even possible. Perhaps it was because KR-04 was beginning to adjust to its new processor. Perhaps it was because - as the machine's driving command - it was simply more readily available to collect, even if the difference was a few microseconds.
Because I was programmed to.
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Post by Dav Man'Sell on May 28, 2013 16:26:25 GMT -8
Across the room, Aloua shuddered visibly. Dav could sense how unsettled she was in the Force, how the simple, cold response had jarred so powerfully against her instinctively caring nature. When he were younger, he probably would have been equally as unsettled by it - later, when reflecting on this conversation, he would find himself slightly saddened to realise that he had become desensitised to the evil of others. Too often had he faced cold bastards and psychopathic megalomaniacs. He recognised horrific behaviour, but it rarely surprised him, never left him flat-footed, and often, merely served to set his resolve and focus.
That was a realisation for later, however. For now, his attentions were not introspective, but focused solely on the machine before him.
"Allow me to be a little clearer."
He lifted his head slightly, looking off to the ceiling as he considered his words. When he spoke, the sentence begun with his gaze still lifted.
"You were programmed to terminate Vidalu Na'an. That was your primary objective. My question for you is..." The brown eyes of the Jedi dropped to the photoreceptor again. "Is there any indicators within the knowledge available to you as to why someone, whomever that may have been, desired Vidalu Na'an dead so much that they chose to create a machine such as you and program you to kill her?"
His eyes narrowed.
"And if so, what are those indicators?"
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Post by Aherk Fyyar on May 29, 2013 14:26:46 GMT -8
Your information is inaccurate and biased. Not becoming of a Jedi.
Even if such a thing were possible, the photoreceptor did not move or so much as flicker when KR-04 offered his observation. He proceeded to answer the Jedi's answer in detail; none of it would compromise his creator's secrecy, and anything the droid did not tell the Jedi could simply be read at a later time. There was nothing to be gained by making the interrogation difficult. After all, every second the machine spoke was a second the Jedi would not deactivate him, which was far more than enough time - even with a vastly inferior central processing unit - to turn the tables.
I was designed for assassination missions long before my master encountered and subsequently ordered the termination of Vidalu Na'an. The target prevented my master from completing one of his primary objectives at the Jedi Temple on Coruscant, which nearly resulted in his termination. I was sent to "put that Momma Jedi bitch in the dirt, you hear me?!".
KR-04's vocoder had suddenly changed from a low mechanical growl to a very loud, very Human yelling. The accent sounded Corellian, and the man's fury was almost palpable. Further, there was a strange quality to it that did not come over very well on the droid's vocal processor, almost as if the man was speaking in two voices, with both a man and and a monster speaking in perfect unison.
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Post by Dav Man'Sell on May 29, 2013 16:08:00 GMT -8
Dav leant back, arching an eyebrow at the droid. Had this droid just attempted to use Dun Möch on him? The Jedi Master made a mental note of that. It was an interesting trait, and was indicative of precisely the level of intelligence he was dealing with, and perhaps something of the personality too. It all helped to suggest how to proceed.
He opened his hand, gesturing at the droid.
"My apologies."
He clasped his hands in his lap, considering the information the droid had given him for a moment. Sounded Corellian, but that didn't automatically mean Corellian. Angry, too, incredibly so.
"So, prior to being assigned to terminate Vidalu, who else were you sent after? Were they all at the command of this same master, or did you have other owners before him?" The questions were put calmly, matter of factly, and with chosen words. He would dance for a little while, feel this droid out, come to understand its purposes and its reasoning.
He had a goal, of course; discover who, and where, this 'master' was. But he was in no rush. After all, every second the machine spoke was a second Dav was receiving information of some kind, true or otherwise, and for a mind like his, that was more than enough time - even with so obscure and dangerous an opponent - to gather the pieces he needed to crack its psyche, and to solve this mystery.
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Post by Aherk Fyyar on May 30, 2013 14:47:37 GMT -8
243 total terminations, not including unverified data. One failure. 0.41 % failure rate.
KR-04 moved back to the direct and computational form of speaking that befitted the Jedi's question. His interrogator had not asked for a list, possibly understanding that the droid's recitation of each individual target he had killed would take more time than he was willing to give. To say nothing of his already-horrified colleague. While far from perfect, the audio receptors the Jedi had given him were certainly serviceable. And with them, he had detected the breathing of another person. With his current setup, KR-04 could not ascertain the identity of the other sentient; gender, size, and species were all lost to him thanks to comparably inept hardware. But the other's rate of breathing had taken a marked increase - however slight - when KR-04 had stated the reason behind his acts of murder. Given that the interrogator was a Jedi, it was possible that the other person in the room was a Jedi as well, which would account for the fleetingness in the lapse of control.
All terminations carried out on the orders of my master. Singular.
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Post by Dav Man'Sell on Jun 2, 2013 6:19:24 GMT -8
Aloua's eyes clenched shut, her head dipping to one side. Two-hundred and forty three terminations. Dav could see why she felt so disturbed and sickened by it.
But how many have I killed? When I was Emperor's Hand, how many lives did I terminate? I don't remember exact numbers - I wasn't keeping count at the time. A lot. A hell of a lot.
The thought was thought calmly, coolly, if only because almost five decades of self recrimination had passed since he had been freed from service to the Emperor, many, many long years of which were spent coming to terms with what he had been forged into.
And who am I now? A hero? To some. A leader to others. A tutor and a mentor. A friend. A champion?
I am a Jedi Knight. A Jedi Master on the High Council of the Jedi Order. I fight for civilisation, for freedom, for good and the light.
That was the truth of it for Dav. This monster. This machine, if it thought it could unsettle him, intimidate him with its evil, its cold calculating manner and its ruthless executions, then it was mistaken. Because it simply couldn't compete with what he had once been. His evil, which acted as a burden and a motivation, as a source of understanding and a point of reference, allowed him to comprehend the truth of KR-04 in a way that was beyond the droid's ken, and the journey he had taken since then, gave him a wider understanding that KR could not hope to match. Because he knew who and what he had been. And he knew what had made him into the person he was today, the polar opposite of that dark, malicious force, that had once served Emperor Palpatine with unswerving loyalty.
He canted his head to the side.
Perhaps that's my path, here.
"Do you feel?"
He leant forward, just slightly, and after a beat, clarified his question.
"Have you been programmed with any kind of emotional subroutine? Do you feel anything?"
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Post by Aherk Fyyar on Jun 2, 2013 10:56:39 GMT -8
Negative. Emotional subroutines are unnecessary additions. Built-in programming glitches that demand a marked decrease in performance capability. My creator sought to impart this knowledge to his apprentice and failed, which shows in her creation's sub-par combat performance and command execution. Her droid can be impaired by the most basic of illogical data. Her droid's processor can be forced to decrease performance when confronted with irrelevant input. I can do neither.
The Jedi should have known better. Droids, by their very nature, could not truly feel. Not the way a sentient could. They were artificial constructs; any information that was processed by any sensory equipment was just data to be interpreted and put to use. It was much the same with sentient beings, in KR-04's analysis. However, their emotions were programmed from birth. There was no deliberation to be had, no ability to program an infant in the mother's womb. But everything about a droid's methods of information analysis and execution of commands was deliberately written in. There were no accidents or chemical imbalances or life-altering events; a droid's "personality" was carefully written in by the programmer, and stayed that way no matter what unless the programmer in question - such as KR-04's creator's apprentice - decided to allow it.
So far as KR-04's understanding went, sentients could be programmed as well. Not in the same manner or as quickly as a droid could, but even into adulthood it was possible to rewrite base protocols and install new command algorithms to result in an entirely different person. Staring at his interrogator through the unblinking yellow photoreceptor, KR-04 suspected this to be true of his interrogator. Jedi had excellent control of their emotions. But this one was a cut above his peers; even Jedi could betray hints of what they hid beneath their calm expression, and the brown-haired Human that inquired about potential emotions had managed to hide every sign KR-04 had learned to look for. No disgust. No horror. Not even surprise at the figure the assassin droid had provided. Perhaps the Jedi understood in a way that none of his fellow Force-users could.
Perhaps, KR-04 hypothesized, he had undergone programming in the past that was not dissimilar from his own.
I did not expect you to ask that question, Master Jedi. I have been optimized for success in situations where most sentient beings would fail; one way of doing so is not being programmed to understand or develop emotional responses. Jedi are also programmed to disregard these glitches. The central idea behind both of our programming is the same; there is no emotion, there is peace.
The yellow photoreceptor stared right at the Jedi Master, not flickering in the slightest.
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Post by Dav Man'Sell on Jun 2, 2013 15:40:05 GMT -8
At this Dav arched an eyebrow. He made a conscious choice to keep his face neutral aside from this arched eyebrow. Aloua stared dumbfounded and disgusted at the pile of components before her, as it quoted and warped the fundamental beliefs of the Jedi, but Dav actually rather found the thought, if abhorrent, very logical. It was insightful - not insightful about the Jedi, but certainly about how this droid, how KR-04, saw himself. Very insightful.
"Oh, it's not an important question - I rather expected that to be your answer. I was just curious, that's all. We're just getting to know each other here. Just chatting."
There had been, however, one very relevant piece of information there, that Dav had given no reaction to, but had logged in his brain for future reference;
Dav wouldn't assume anything as certain without further evidence, but he had a suspicion as to who that referred. He glanced at Aloua, who had chosen to both remain out of the sight-range of the photoreceptor and also stay quiet. She was rattled, he could tell that, and he half considered suggesting she wait outside; but then, he knew her, knew how determined she could be. She had made her choice and she would stick with it, and he doubted he could convince her to leave.
"Your master, incidentally; what is his name?"
His eyes returned to the photoreceptor.
"That is, if you can tell me."
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Post by Aherk Fyyar on Jun 2, 2013 16:33:43 GMT -8
Negative. Protection of my creator and his secrets is my primary subroutine.
KR-04 could not have provided the Jedi with the information even if he had the capability of wanting to. Like the Jedi, KR-04 had been programmed to follow his programming. Unlike the Jedi, however, KR-04 had absolutely no way to override an order, or seek a loophole in the system that would allow for an alternative; as a droid, he had to follow every order his creator had given him - either via his voice or his coding - to the letter. And one of the commands the machine had known since his first activation was to ensure that Aherk Formidonis, Eliana Shan, and anything leading back to them was kept under the tightest of security, with the sole exception of when the command directive demanded it.
In his hunt for Vidalu Na'an, KR-04 had occasionally been required to reveal some information in order to ascertain the compliance, assistance, or information of another when the situation demanded it. There was no such necessity, however, for divulging sensitive information during the unlikely scenario of interrogation. If such information was to be forced from him, KR-04 was to unseal the top part of his cranium and break the hard drive's vacuum. Each part of his memory bank was coated with a compound with a phosphorous base; upon exposure to most atmospheres, the entire hard drive would ignite.
Fortunately, the droid's hand had not yet been forced.
Another way in which we are similar, I suspect.
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Post by Dav Man'Sell on Jun 2, 2013 16:39:52 GMT -8
On this one, Dav was somewhat stumped. Not on the protection of the creator - Dav entirely expected that this would be the case, that he wouldn't know the name of KR's maker so easily.
No, in truth, the droids final remark. He wasn't following, in the slightest. Part of him felt he should leave it alone, that he should simply press on with his questions. Another part of him, however, felt a need to know. Felt a need to understand this droid's reasoning. It was the part that won out.
"How so?"
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Post by Aherk Fyyar on Jun 3, 2013 10:44:40 GMT -8
You know more than you let on, Master Jedi.
KR-04 paused before speaking again, carefully analyzing the Jedi's face for even the slightest hint of emotion.
Your associate in this room took umbrage with my figure of 243 completed terminations. This was expressed by a sharp increase in respiratory function for a brief duration. Jedi are known for their self-control and their empathy for others; your associate's response to my actions falls within projected Jedi parameters. Yours did not. Unlike your associate, I could not detect any form of an emotional response, placing you well below the calculated average for the category. Categories for which such a response would be considered normal are those who previously knew, and sociopaths. My hard drive has no record of attempted unauthorized access. Your status as a Jedi and apparent age place odds of significant sociopathic tendencies at 1.81 %. 15 % margin for error. The level of self-control you have demonstrated is a statistical impossibility across all known sentient species, including cultural, historical, and genetic factors.
The droid paused, allowing the Jedi a brief moment to process the information.
You did not know of my actions. But it is probable that you are familiar with similar ones. More than you allow your outward biological processes indicate.
The Jedi was too young to have seen the horrors of the Clone Wars, or to have partaken in the Galactic Civil War. While his participation in the Yuuzhan Vong War was possible, it was highly unlikely. And while there were almost certainly other events in the galaxy that could have happened that produced such coldness in a being that was supposedly a champion against such things, the odds of a Jedi being dispatched there were very low.
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Post by Dav Man'Sell on Jun 3, 2013 17:40:39 GMT -8
Dav listened to everything KR had to say. It was well reasoned. Thoughtful. And, in some ways correct, though with a slanted and subjective point of view that overlooked much. He recognised the barbs contained therein - sociopathic tendencies, the impossibility of his self-control. He recognised where KR was going with this. And truly, it was quite a disturbing set of implications that KR was making.
He could sense Aloua's tension. She trusted him, and being a student of Yavin IV, she also was no stranger to the story of his past; the veteran of the Clone Wars, claimed for captivity, torture, and the dark side. The servant of a Sith Lord, freed from bondage and thrown into self-punishment. The decades lost exile, returned and redeemed and a warrior again. But the way that KR put it, it sent a chill down her. Dav could sense that, and he could understand it.
The Jedi took a moment. He broke eye-contact with the photoreceptor, looking down and to his right. After that moment's thought, quiet and contemplative, he smiled tightly, a deliberate choice, a show for KR.
"And you know less than you think, Kay-arr. For something... what was it you said?" The Jedi Master remembered exactly what was said, could repeat it verbatim on a whim and without pause, but chose to do so for dramatic effect. The use of theatricality was not lost on him. Far from it; he counted it one of the most valuable skills in his repertoire. " 'optimized for success in situations where most sentient beings would fail'... your grasp on your situation is lacking. Your inefficient efforts at riling me, at provoking me, are amateurish at best - in all honesty, the only thing that's riling me here is your apparent lack of competence."
Casually, Dav stood, turning, lifting the chair he'd acquired by the backrest, and carrying it back to where he had first taken it from. With quiet deliberateness, he placed it back down, and turned back to KR.
"But just so we're clear. Just so you might make a less clumsy and uncoordinated attempt next time, allow me to share with you a few basic truths."
He walked over to the photoreceptor, crouched before it, and looked into it, so close that he had to appear as distorted to the droid intelligence viewing him from within it. He simply stared, for a moment, a long moment, the tight smile absent from his face, one hand resting on the desktop, behind the photoreceptor and, therefore, out of sight.
"I have seen more, overcome more, felt more, and understood more, than you can possibly have accounted for. I've seen the worst of this Galaxy's evils, and the very best of its warmth and light. I barely know you, and yet already, I understand you better than you understand yourself. And I am far, far from any kind of average you have ever calculated. I am far more than just another Jedi."
The smile returned now.
"We'll be continuing this very soon. Until then... sleep well, Kay-arr."
With a delicate movement of hand, he flicked the switch, killing the power generator dead and cutting the power to KR-04's makeshift form.
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Post by Aherk Fyyar on Jun 3, 2013 18:44:06 GMT -8
We shaaaall seeeeeeeee...
KR-04's vocoder drew out his parting words as the power was shut down. The photoreceptor, once shining a bright yellow, dulled to gold, then to amber, and finally to black. But time was utterly meaningless for a droid in two respects. Firstly, so long as the programs that made up his designation were intact, there was no such thing as death, or even sleep. So far as KR-04 would be able to tell, the Jedi would reappear immediately, with the only evidence of time passed indicated by his built-in chrono. But more importantly, even the dullest computer processor could process things far faster than even the brightest organic brain. As such, in the space between the Jedi finishing his speech and actually flicking the switch, the droid he was speaking to had already logged several key pieces of information and had formulated a plan to utilize them when next they spoke.
Primarily, this Jedi thought of himself as no ordinary Jedi. Secondarily, he claimed to understand his prisoner. If what he had said about seeing the extremes of sentient morality were true, he could easily be right, although that was likely more due to KR-04's own comparative simplicity. Thirdly, and lastly, the Jedi was a liar.
His response - from the theatrics to the mood swing to the facial expressions and the very words he used - were also far from the established Jedi parameters.
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Post by Dav Man'Sell on Jun 4, 2013 4:43:31 GMT -8
Dav held the smile, until all power had departed from the machine before him and it was just him, Aloua, and Dirty left aware of the room. Then it faded, and with a slight exhalation, his shoulders slumped. His eyes dropped away, down and to the right, and he just crouched, silent and pensive, for a moment.
Finally, with a shake of his head, he stood, and turned away from the droid, to Aloua.
"So, what do you think?"
The usual softness of her face was clouded over with a dark expression, a deep frown, and a sobriety and sombreness that was not usual on the young Jedi Knight.
=Aloua Omas=
"It's so... cold. Calculating, and cold, and heartless. But there's something more there. I know it says it doesn't have feelings, but there's a cruelness, a bitterness in its behaviour, in the way it thinks and responds..."
The Jedi Master nodded, moving to stand near her, and turning to look back at the jumble of parts.
"Yes, there is. But, I think, we're rather seeing its creator's hand there. Its creator's personality. You can programme a droid to be feelingless, but in doing so, in your choices for the programming, you give away just a little of yourself."
Now, Aloua looked to him, focusing her big eyes on him.
=Aloua Omas=
"How do you..."
Dav returned her eye contact, brow arched over one eye.
=Aloua Omas=
"... the way you acted. Barely the slightest tell, the slightest reaction. You were like you didn't feel anything, either - and I know that's not true." A pained look of concern crossed her face. "You don't show fear to the monsters. How do you have that much control? How can you?"
He returned her pained look with a small, sad smile of his own, one of long travels, and weary wanderings. One of quiet, humble pain.
"Because I have to."
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Post by Dav Man'Sell on Jun 7, 2013 15:29:33 GMT -8
A few hours had passed since last they'd met. Aloua was handling other tasks, so that just Dav and Dirty entered the lab that contained the mind of KR-04 this time. Dav would make Dirty's recording available for her to watch, of course - he wouldn't deprive her of her desire for understanding. But, for now, at least, only Dirty would accompany Dav in his continued interrogation.
Between that last meeting and this, Dav had engaged in his preferred meditation exercises, which consisted primarily of rigourous lightsaber cadances. The moving meditation helped him to focus his mind, to centre his feelings, to calm and strengthen his soul. When confronted with something as soulless as KR-04, meditation and listening to the guidance of the Force was ever as important.
Now he held a mug of tea, black, with herbal aromas drifting up to him. He flicked the switch on for KR's generator, and settled back in his seat. He lifted his cup to his mouth, took a sip, savouring the flavours of the tea on his tongue. The subtle citrus flavours of the leaf - a favoured blend of certain, high-culture members of Coruscant's upper classes - served as a pleasantly soothing beverage. He luxuriated in the taste, taking his time to enjoy his drink even as KR's photoreceptor lit up and signified that he was active.
He set the mug down in his hand, and stared at the golden photoreceptor for a long moment. Finally, with a glance down at the mug, he spoke.
"Good afternoon, kay-arr."
The Jedi Master offered a tight smile to the photoreceptor, one dry and devoid of most of the usual levity usually associated with a smile.
"I have a few more questions for you. Concerning the artificial intelligence known as Ell-eee-oh-three."
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Post by Aherk Fyyar on Jun 7, 2013 16:15:15 GMT -8
There were no odd occurrences when activated this time around; KR-04 already knew the capabilities of each system under his command. The vocoder did not scream, nor did the photoreceptor blink when started up. True to form for droids, he was simply active and ready once again, as though the Jedi's interrogation had never even stopped.
Specify.
Though the vocoder was capable of sounding like a normal sentient of several species, KR-04 had opted to use a mechanical growl that was not dissimilar from his old chassis' default voice. It was not out of a sense of familiarity or preference; the droid intelligence was incapable of appreciation for either. Rather, it was a pre-programmed directive. Though he had lost the ability when he was upgraded to the Series 04 chassis, the droid had once been able to control other droids via a radio transmitter. It was his creator's idea, and his creator had been right; the owners of the other machines - be they protocol droids or battle droids - became absolutely terrified with the sudden transition. It was a good psychological tactic, and often gave KR-04 an edge in an engagement.
Even if that was not possible here, there was no standing order to cease the vocal disruption.
Two-letter-two-digit designations are common in the galaxy, and often do not follow established nomenclature in any sense. LE-03 could be any one of billions.
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