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sticksofthejedi) wrote2011-09-25 12:28 pm
sticksofthejedi) wrote2011-09-25 12:28 pm
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Memory 15
Memory: You know what would make this translator droid better? THE ABILITY TO FLY.
Received: Day 84, night
Form: Purple fingernail polish, 2/5 uses
Summary: Lowie runs off to join a group of anti-human extremists because he wants makeouts with his childhood wookie sweetheart, so he leaves his translator droid, Em Teedee behind at the Jedi Academy with the other Jedi Knights. The friends try respecting Lowie's decision to put hos before bros, and carry on with their investigation of Raynar Thul's family members going missing. They take Raynar to his uncle's droid-making planet only to discover that Uncle Tyko is a douche who pretended to get kidnapped to try getting Bornan Thul to come out of hiding. Tyko is hilariously cavalier about everything and decides to let Em Teedee have free droid upgrades, which is an excellent distraction from his being a douche. The miniature translator droid picks out upgrades that adds 10 new languages to his database, and FLIGHT. It seems Jaina installs stuff on Em Teedee herself even though they're on a perfectly good automated droid-factory planet. Jaina, teenaged, gets REALLY INTO TINKERING.
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STEAM HISSED ON the primary droid assembly line. The pungent smells of molten plasteel, lubricants, and hot machinery filled the air.
"Best droid enhancements anywhere in the galaxy," Tyko Thul said with obvious pride, gesturing toward the rows of conveyor belts. "Manufactured right here and subjected to the most rigorous quality control you'll find anywhere. I'm sure you can find anything you need."
Flustered, Jaina continued to tinker with Em Teedee, wondering what parts she might "need."
She turned the little droid around in her hands so he could better view the dozens of assembly lines that stretched for kilometers down the length of the utilitarian facility.
"Why, it's breathtaking, isn't it?" Em Teedee said in a reverent voice. "I am dreadfully sorry to be so much trouble. I never meant to impose. I'm certain you all have more urgent matters to attend to."
Jaina raised the silvery oval to her eye level and looked earnestly into his yellow optical sensors.
"It's all right. You're important to us too, you know."
"Come now, my dear little droid," Tyko said. "You must allow me to give you a gift as thanks for all you've done to help protect the Thul family. Besides, I'm delighted at the opportunity to demonstrate our workmanship in such a practical way. Go ahead, feel free to select any enhancements that interest you."
"That's a terribly gracious offer," Em Teedee said in a warbling voice. "I can't help but think that if I'd had a few more enhancements--if I were a bit more useful--Master Lowbacca might not have left me behind."
"Take your pick, Em Teedee," Jacen said. "Plenty to choose from."
"Do you not wish to be enhanced?" Tenel Ka asked. "Consider the question well." After the warrior girl's arm had been severed in a lightsaber training accident, Tenel Ka had struggled with whether or not to use a synthetic arm. In the end, she had decided against it.
"Perhaps I should start by showing you what's available?" Tyko suggested with a broad gesture.
For the next two hours Em Teedee was as happy as a child in a plaything emporium. Jaina could understand the feeling, since she was almost as fascinated by the endless possibilities as the little droid was. They considered enhanced optical sensors, motion detectors, new remote analysis routines.
"Dear me! I've always been a simple translating droid," Em Teedee said. "Whatever would I do with so many capabilities?"
"Ah, then you might be interested in our linguistic upgrades." Tyko held up a new traced-circuit crystal. "Here on Mechis III we produce a variety of modules containing anywhere from ten languages to ten million, depending on what a particular droid is required to know."
"I'm afraid Em Teedee's processor wasn't designed to handle a million languages," Jaina said. "He just doesn't have that kind of capacity."
"No," Tyko agreed. "But a few--say, ten--additional languages shouldn't strain his capacity."
Unaccustomed to being the center of attention, Em Teedee listened to each opinion before making his choice. In the end, he selected a secondary protocol module that added ten of the most frequently used languages in the galaxy to those he already had.
When the installation process was finished, Jaina closed the silvery casing. "Well, Em Teedee, how does it feel?"
"Why, it feels absolutely... ops'nyzh! That is an expression that means 'approaching euphoric' in the Bothan language. Oh--I didn't know that word before. Now I am fluent in over sixteen forms of communication!"
Em Teedee decided against adding an obscure idiom analysis chip, but at the next assembly line, he discovered an unexpected enhancement opportunity that was too enticing to turn down: his own repulsor unit.
"Just think of it," the droid said, "complete mobility for the first time since I was activated!"
"Hey, yeah. We wouldn't have to carry you around all the time when Lowie's not here," Jacen said.
That clinched it. The companions needed to offer no further encouragement for Em Teedee to accept the enhancement.
Jaina brought out her multitool and commandeered a set of specialized instruments from one of the assembly lines. She fitted a narrow circular collar with a hundred mircorepulsorjets to the base of Em Teedee's oblong head.
"There," she said, tightening the last tiny bolt into place. Em Teedee's optical sensors gleamed with curiosity. "The controls are wired directly into your processor. By selecting the number, strength, and location of the repulsors operating at a given time, you should be able to maneuver in any direction."
"Oh, thank you, Mistress Jaina. This is even more exciting than the waterproofing gaskets you outfitted me with."
"Well, try it out," Raynar said. "Let's see you move."
The repulsorjets whispered, and the ovular miniaturized droid lifted from the table like a levitating ball. "This seems simple enough," Em Teedee said. "I think I'll try going a little higher."
The little droid rocketed toward the far distant ceiling like a projectile fired from a cannon. His speaker grille sounded in alarm, and the next thing Jaina heard was a metallic clang as Em Teedee struck one of the overhead support girders.
"Em Teedee, be careful up there!" she called.
Next the silvery oval came down, only to streak past them, moving sideways down the long corridor, out of control. "Help! Please help! Dear me!"
"The lateral thrusters seem to be working well," Tyko said calmly.
"Dampen the output!" Jaina cried. "Use your collision-avoidance routines."
Em Teedee managed to reverse himself and shot back toward them.
Flying upside down, the translating droid circled the table where Jaina had performed her modifications. "How very odd! Everything seems to have changed. What have I done? Were my optical sensors damaged when I hit the ceiling? I'm doomed! Now I shall be dismantled for scrap metal--"
Jaina reached out and twisted the little droid in the air, righting him. "There. Now take a look around."
Em Teedee hovered, wobbling as he adjusted repulsors to maintain his balance. "Oh my, this is quite disorienting. I never realized how challenging mobility could be."
"Just think of it as your baby steps." Jacen grinned as they gathered around the upgraded droid. "You just need a little more practice."
Received: Day 84, night
Form: Purple fingernail polish, 2/5 uses
Summary: Lowie runs off to join a group of anti-human extremists because he wants makeouts with his childhood wookie sweetheart, so he leaves his translator droid, Em Teedee behind at the Jedi Academy with the other Jedi Knights. The friends try respecting Lowie's decision to put hos before bros, and carry on with their investigation of Raynar Thul's family members going missing. They take Raynar to his uncle's droid-making planet only to discover that Uncle Tyko is a douche who pretended to get kidnapped to try getting Bornan Thul to come out of hiding. Tyko is hilariously cavalier about everything and decides to let Em Teedee have free droid upgrades, which is an excellent distraction from his being a douche. The miniature translator droid picks out upgrades that adds 10 new languages to his database, and FLIGHT. It seems Jaina installs stuff on Em Teedee herself even though they're on a perfectly good automated droid-factory planet. Jaina, teenaged, gets REALLY INTO TINKERING.
--
STEAM HISSED ON the primary droid assembly line. The pungent smells of molten plasteel, lubricants, and hot machinery filled the air.
"Best droid enhancements anywhere in the galaxy," Tyko Thul said with obvious pride, gesturing toward the rows of conveyor belts. "Manufactured right here and subjected to the most rigorous quality control you'll find anywhere. I'm sure you can find anything you need."
Flustered, Jaina continued to tinker with Em Teedee, wondering what parts she might "need."
She turned the little droid around in her hands so he could better view the dozens of assembly lines that stretched for kilometers down the length of the utilitarian facility.
"Why, it's breathtaking, isn't it?" Em Teedee said in a reverent voice. "I am dreadfully sorry to be so much trouble. I never meant to impose. I'm certain you all have more urgent matters to attend to."
Jaina raised the silvery oval to her eye level and looked earnestly into his yellow optical sensors.
"It's all right. You're important to us too, you know."
"Come now, my dear little droid," Tyko said. "You must allow me to give you a gift as thanks for all you've done to help protect the Thul family. Besides, I'm delighted at the opportunity to demonstrate our workmanship in such a practical way. Go ahead, feel free to select any enhancements that interest you."
"That's a terribly gracious offer," Em Teedee said in a warbling voice. "I can't help but think that if I'd had a few more enhancements--if I were a bit more useful--Master Lowbacca might not have left me behind."
"Take your pick, Em Teedee," Jacen said. "Plenty to choose from."
"Do you not wish to be enhanced?" Tenel Ka asked. "Consider the question well." After the warrior girl's arm had been severed in a lightsaber training accident, Tenel Ka had struggled with whether or not to use a synthetic arm. In the end, she had decided against it.
"Perhaps I should start by showing you what's available?" Tyko suggested with a broad gesture.
For the next two hours Em Teedee was as happy as a child in a plaything emporium. Jaina could understand the feeling, since she was almost as fascinated by the endless possibilities as the little droid was. They considered enhanced optical sensors, motion detectors, new remote analysis routines.
"Dear me! I've always been a simple translating droid," Em Teedee said. "Whatever would I do with so many capabilities?"
"Ah, then you might be interested in our linguistic upgrades." Tyko held up a new traced-circuit crystal. "Here on Mechis III we produce a variety of modules containing anywhere from ten languages to ten million, depending on what a particular droid is required to know."
"I'm afraid Em Teedee's processor wasn't designed to handle a million languages," Jaina said. "He just doesn't have that kind of capacity."
"No," Tyko agreed. "But a few--say, ten--additional languages shouldn't strain his capacity."
Unaccustomed to being the center of attention, Em Teedee listened to each opinion before making his choice. In the end, he selected a secondary protocol module that added ten of the most frequently used languages in the galaxy to those he already had.
When the installation process was finished, Jaina closed the silvery casing. "Well, Em Teedee, how does it feel?"
"Why, it feels absolutely... ops'nyzh! That is an expression that means 'approaching euphoric' in the Bothan language. Oh--I didn't know that word before. Now I am fluent in over sixteen forms of communication!"
Em Teedee decided against adding an obscure idiom analysis chip, but at the next assembly line, he discovered an unexpected enhancement opportunity that was too enticing to turn down: his own repulsor unit.
"Just think of it," the droid said, "complete mobility for the first time since I was activated!"
"Hey, yeah. We wouldn't have to carry you around all the time when Lowie's not here," Jacen said.
That clinched it. The companions needed to offer no further encouragement for Em Teedee to accept the enhancement.
Jaina brought out her multitool and commandeered a set of specialized instruments from one of the assembly lines. She fitted a narrow circular collar with a hundred mircorepulsorjets to the base of Em Teedee's oblong head.
"There," she said, tightening the last tiny bolt into place. Em Teedee's optical sensors gleamed with curiosity. "The controls are wired directly into your processor. By selecting the number, strength, and location of the repulsors operating at a given time, you should be able to maneuver in any direction."
"Oh, thank you, Mistress Jaina. This is even more exciting than the waterproofing gaskets you outfitted me with."
"Well, try it out," Raynar said. "Let's see you move."
The repulsorjets whispered, and the ovular miniaturized droid lifted from the table like a levitating ball. "This seems simple enough," Em Teedee said. "I think I'll try going a little higher."
The little droid rocketed toward the far distant ceiling like a projectile fired from a cannon. His speaker grille sounded in alarm, and the next thing Jaina heard was a metallic clang as Em Teedee struck one of the overhead support girders.
"Em Teedee, be careful up there!" she called.
Next the silvery oval came down, only to streak past them, moving sideways down the long corridor, out of control. "Help! Please help! Dear me!"
"The lateral thrusters seem to be working well," Tyko said calmly.
"Dampen the output!" Jaina cried. "Use your collision-avoidance routines."
Em Teedee managed to reverse himself and shot back toward them.
Flying upside down, the translating droid circled the table where Jaina had performed her modifications. "How very odd! Everything seems to have changed. What have I done? Were my optical sensors damaged when I hit the ceiling? I'm doomed! Now I shall be dismantled for scrap metal--"
Jaina reached out and twisted the little droid in the air, righting him. "There. Now take a look around."
Em Teedee hovered, wobbling as he adjusted repulsors to maintain his balance. "Oh my, this is quite disorienting. I never realized how challenging mobility could be."
"Just think of it as your baby steps." Jacen grinned as they gathered around the upgraded droid. "You just need a little more practice."