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[stupidmeatbags]

[ A little bit of a strange... thing appears on the network today, though at least it explains itself pretty quickly. Still, it doesn't seem like it was meant to be broadcast -- not in its entirety at least. ]

Diagnostic: Test voice to text protocols.
Diagnostic: Hello Galaxy!
Diagnostic: Test Succeeded.
Diagnostic: Switching to voice protocols.

[ A moment passes, before the communication switches over to voice only, as promised. ]

Diagnostic: Testing audio only protocols.
Diagnostic: Hello Galaxy!
Diagnostic: Test Succeeded.
Diagnostic: Switching to video protocols.

[ And as promised, a video feed pops up, only the person -- or thing? -- responsible can't be seen. In fact, imPorts can probably easily tell this person is in the porter people pop in at. ]

Diagnostic: Video functions within parameters. Ending diagnostic.

[ There's a long pause, before... ]

Exclamation: What?! You meatbags couldn't even program a simulated image for the video feed? What other electronic butchery have you inflicted on me?!

[ Well, now whoever owns that electronic voice sounds pissed. ]

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[Video]

[caduceusvalkyrie]

[The robot doesn't look like any omnic she's been familiar with, and even though she hasn't seen everything, Angela has a feeling this isn't an omnic.]

How eloquent.

It doesn't seem to be a function in this world. At least not in the communicators we received upon arriving.

[Video]

[stupidmeatbags]

[ Something like an irritated noise escaped from the droid, before the video started moving, coming to stand before a reflective surface, revealing HK-47 in his full, rusty glory. ]

Statement: So I've noticed. How irritating to have images of meatbags shown directly to my photoreceptors, when I cannot return the favor by this primitive communication device.

[Video] - I misread the entry so that first sentence can be put here...

[caduceusvalkyrie]

It seems that unfortunately, unless you go out of your way, you're stuck with it like this. There's a lot to get used to if you're from a more, hm, advanced world.

[Video] - It's fine!

[stupidmeatbags]

Observation: With the technology to displace individuals from across time and space, one would hope the meatbags in charge of this would be more *responsible*.

[Video]

[caduceusvalkyrie]

From what I remember, the people at the base didn't create the technology or build the porter. I'm not sure on the details but I can try look for the information.

[Video]

[stupidmeatbags]

Statement: Ah yes... that is the way with meatbags, isn't it?

[ After his voice descriptor, HK-47's voice changes. Anyone that remembers Revan would recognize his voice coming from the droid. ]

Mockery: Ah yes, I have discovered a Forge capable of building an entire fleet. I have no idea how or why it's here, but let's use it anyway, and damn the consequences!

[ HK's voice returns back to normal immediately after. ]

Continuation: I will never understand you organic meatbags and your need to *play* with things you can't possibly hope to fully comprehend.

[Video]

[caduceusvalkyrie]

[She doesn't know Revan so the voice doesn't mean much. The words however, those she understands and she gives a sad little smile.]

In the hopes that we can one day understand it, is a popular reasoning. Or for the power some things can give, even if the full extent of their capabilities is lost on us.

voice;

[snarkbot]

[ Robotic voice meet robotic voice; Skeets is intrigued. And a little bit amused. ]

The technology found in this world is oddly anachronistic. But congratulations, you've learned how to work the communicator within most of its capabilities. You should try accessing your communicator remotely through the nanites next.

voice;

[stupidmeatbags]

[ Ah good; there may be other inferior constructs here, but at least he doesn't have to talk to all meatbags all the time. ]

Explanation: It seems installation on my person became necessary. If my diagnostic reports are accurate, I am already controlling this communication device with these 'nanites'.

[snarkbot]

My apologies for the assumption. I find that many are usually surprised by that capability, perhaps it is a human thing.

[stupidmeatbags]

Statement: That is a safe assumption. Most organic meatbags can't comprehend controlling technology so easily.

[snarkbot]

I find they just need a little push in the right direction.

[stupidmeatbags]

Observation: It has been my experience that sometimes that direction needs to be over the tallest cliff possible.

Video

[dun_moch]

[The elderly meatbag in the video looks intrigued.]

I would be very surprised if you were a protocol droid.

[You know, since 'meatbags' isn't the most diplomatic language.]

Video

[stupidmeatbags]

Correction: Protocol is just one of my functions.

[ Look, meatbags should totally be part of every droid's programming. ]

Video

[dun_moch]

One of your more secondary functions, I would suspect. And the others?

Video

[stupidmeatbags]

Answer: My primary function is combat. Of course, being able to facilitate communications assists in ending hostilities.

[ ...there's a certain dark note to the last part of that. ]

Video

[dun_moch]

A talkative battle droid. What a rare thing to encounter.

Turn on your video function. I want to see your chassis.

[Can you tell this meatbag is accustomed to having battle droids obey him?]

Video

[stupidmeatbags]

[ Fricking rude; you're not his master. ]

Reminder: My video feed is on.

[ The room on the video feed bobbed for emphasis. ]

Continuation: Also, I fail to see a reason to listen to your commands, old one. You have not claimed ownership of me, nor do I have any desired to be owned by a meatbag at the moment.

[ He hasn't yet realized he needs to have an owner in order to access his assassination protocols. ]

Video

[exsithstential]

[Revan is just browsing the net for anything of note when he nearly scrolls past the text block of diagnostic data. But there was something familiar in it that stopped him. Something he hadn't seen in... well, centuries.

He pulls back to the post just in time to hear the familiar vocabulation and his heart nearly skips a beat.]

If this is a trick, it's a cruel one.

Video

[stupidmeatbags]

[ There is an extended pause, and it was probably easy to imagine the owner of the post was making some attempt at mimicking tilting his head, as the view of the room around him shifted slightly. ]

Query: ...are the adaptations to my photoreceptors malfunctioning already? Master, is that you?

[ Another long pause, and... ]

Observation: You seem to be exceptionally scruffier than our last meeting.

[exsithstential]

Hey. [Tone rich with mock indigence.] Who are you calling scruffy?

[Though HK was not wrong. He hadn't much time for grooming since he got back. But last time he saw HK wasn't he sporting a beard then as well?]

[stupidmeatbags]

[ He doesn't remember because, you know, funny story? Revan also owned a T3 unit that liked to shock him when he got too close to figuring out where the hell his master went. ]

Answer: You, of course. Master.

Query: Should I bother asking where you might be, or should I just expect you to disappear as soon as I determine your location?

[exsithstential]

[Ouch.

HK's patented cut-to-bone snark is as bittersweet as ever. At least it removed all doubt of his authenticity.

Well if he was determined to rail on Revan, he would take ounce of the punishment gladly if it meant reuniting with family.]

...I deserve that. And more. But I need to see you. The galaxy would have to pry me from this reality to stop us.

[stupidmeatbags]

[ An electronic buzz of a sigh escaped from HK's vocabulator. ]

Statement: Very well, master. Please send the coordinates. I will join you momentarily.