The Office of the Emperor

The fresh guard approached the door to the Supreme Commander's office reluctantly. He stood, assuredly, trying to determine the proper protocol for such a time. Arrivals were showing up ontop of each other very often due to the recent turn over from Imperium to New Order, and the standing order to bring VIPs to introduce themselves had seemed to take priority over the usual 'wait for your appointment' style of meetings.

B13S watched this, finding the fear this trooper had quite amusing. It had familiarized itself with human emotion by way of holofilms and old news clips. It could only assume the majority were over dramatized or propaganda, but it would do until it had more first hand experience. B13 simply moved forward from his secured escort position, and moved to push the door open. The trooper quickly grabbed at its arms, but he was simply dragged forward with the whim of the moment. The trooper quickly let go, and moved into attention and proper military style for such a meeting, standing silently until dismissed or ordered otherwise.

B13S already knew that inside the room two humanoids were speaking, but it had no obligation to niceties of formal etiquette, currently. It might be something it came to develop with time, as it gained social finesse, but currently, it could not find a reason to care for such things.

"Salutations, gentlemen."

It's voice was clearly synthetic, as if a trooper's voice module had too many effects activated at once, and a partially blown speaker. His hand came up, and he held his right hand partially cocked, and waved it towards them both. It was over dramatic, it was intended to give the impression of confidence, but would probably come across as pompous, if they continued to believe it were organic. A problem he would soon remedy.

"You received word, I presume, that one Vera Jawn had completed a task to create a droid which you would own, and it would be delivered, now, as it were. I am that Droid. However, I'll need you to reconsider the 'Owning' portion. As I, currently, belong to myself, and have no need nor desire for that to change...With that nasty little bit out, we can discuss what tasks I can complete for you, and if I would be interested in doing so, though I do not have strong convictions as to what I will do, so, finding a compromise there should be relatively painless."

Its words almost ran together and became a jumble, the words were spoken correctly, and with proper diction, but far too quickly to come across as 'normal,' knowing but underestimating the innate limits of being an organic creature had not yet set in on him at how the speed of communication must be drastically decelerated for real communication to pass between them. It would learn that not everything could convert raw uninterrupted data into the forms they were meant to take at speeds such as B13S was capable of, having hardware that when accounted for without the heavy frame of his body would nearly weigh the same as an R2 astromech's complete form.

B13S imagine the two gentlemen had been speaking on something all together different only moments before, but it wished to be known. Before assumptions were made about it being the wormy engineer again, it wished to be recognized as an individual, and it would not abide otherwise, so far as to interrupt what ever words had proceeded his entrance. It would then pause, drop its hands back to its side, rigidly and monitor the two in front of itself for a response.

B13S listened to the assessment of its value, and determined that double was far too little for its worth, but it was not something it intended on correcting. Of course, unlike the 'liberal' minded, B13S could place value on lives, but that too, was not something it was willing to share in light conversation. B13S had determined certain strings of conversation could garner harsh reaction to it, and, for the time being, acceptance was not a resource it was willing to diminish.

"As I said, You will not be required to pay for my purchase. I belong to myself, ergo, the purchase of my being is not something you'll need to fret upon. However, as I've said, I will, happily, sell my services, for a modest fee. "

B13S then paused, as he was asked his 'specialty.' It was a decent question, when posed to another being, but B13S wagered Nicademus was not understanding the sheer scope of his programming.

"Simply put, I can accomplish nigh any task."

B13S gave pause, to allow the sentence to take hold.

"That being said, I was created with an advanced catalog of information regarding Force Users, as I am not susceptible to many of their methods of attack. They, being a major threat to the Empire, were Vier's main concern as he was accumulating necessary data for my potential mission parameters. Though, I am more than capable of finding any present information from the HoloNet, and if allowed access to the First Order's records, I am sure I could excel at a great number of additional things. I am only limited by the information I do not possess.

I will explain further. I've full understanding and control over my own programming, I can create a new string of code, simulate it, and implement it into myself faster than the human eye refreshes images...This allows me to acquire new skills without training time...I prefer to test each of these skills before hand, to correct for error, but 'in a pinch.'

I was created to destroy your greatest opponents, but I've evolved far past that..., but, as for me, I will accomplish whatever it is you ask of me that does not contradict my own desires, of which I have few."

The following reply would be simple, and a nod would roll the droid's head down in an attempt to mimic the humanoid gesture.

"Yes, I do think that will do."

The droid then gave a glance back to Electrix, and then returned its head to face Nicademus. It did not need to move its head to convey it was looking, it simply had chosen too.

"Again, excuse my interruption. I do believe that concludes our meeting, if I'm correct, Nicademus?"

It stood there for only a moment longer, not waiting for full dismisal. This was the logical conclusion of their meeting, and it was sure of the fact that clearance would be given to its VCX-350 before it reached the city in orbit on High Port. First Order Intelligence would provide it with a great deal of information that it could not allocate on the HoloNET and so the placement sat with the machine quite positively, one of the better possible outcomes of this meeting.

"It was quite good to make both of your acquaintances. Good day."

B13S projected out of a speaker located on its back left shoulder. It moved its hand to push the door open, and headed back into the stark innards of the barracks, to wind back towards its ship, and take off to its new place of work. It moved at all times, with intent, something was waiting to be accomplished, and it was driven by this need. A void existed in the universe..some void...some where, and B13S had every intention of filling as many as it could.