[D2, LA] A Search for Materials

[J-Richo Toboga]

The BX unit was odd...probably damaged in some way. Different from the other BXs he had known, certainly.

''Hello there BX unit. Thank you for your assistance...I do not think we where properly introduced. I am J-Richo of Clan Toboga.'' he extended a hand towards him

[FX-12]

FX scuttled back to the group. Its too-red "eyes" surveyed the scene, its programming beginning to kick into high gear.

This unit has been shot, it announced. It paused on surveying the Mandalorian. Then there was a heavy *click,* followed by a woman's velvety voice: --TOBOGA-- appears to have been --SHOT-- and --SET ON FIRE--. There are several important measures to take when you have been --SHOT-- or --SET ON FIRE--. The most important step is to put out the fire. The second most important is to stop the bleeding.

Here the woman's voice broke off.

This unit is unable to determine if --TOBOGA-- is seriously injured, or whether his personal protection device was an effective prevention measure. This unit is willing to volunteer its services for treating the --SHOT-- and --FIRE--, which, if they penetrated --TOBOGA's-- personal protection device, have likely caused serious injury and enormous pain, which social conventions require --TOBOGA-- not to demonstrate in the traditional manner of biological sapients.

The droid fell silent for a half-second.

Is --TOBOGA-- willing to consent to being a patient at this time?

[J-Richo Toboga]

Oh, that's right...he had been set on fire. When the droid reminded him of this he looked down to see the chemical flames slowly die down.

One less problem

''Thank you for the offer doc but I am fine. These small caliber did not pierce my armor.''

[BXE-322]

''<<Updating log. Unknown Mandalorian#1 registered as J-Richo of Clan Toboga. Overwritting>>...'' The BX said as its program updated the archive about Toboga. Then the droid's head angled down to notice the hand that was been offered to him.

'' Engaging social protocols. Exploring organic social pattern matrix. Solution found. Engaging in social pattern>>....'' It adds as it extended its own robotic arm imitating the social ritual. '' <<Unit BXE-322, serial number 45778872>>...'' It said as it introduced itself to the mandalorian as well.

'' <<It would seem that these organic beings, control or have some sort of territorial influence in the area. Exercise precaution, J-Richo of Clan Toboga>>...'' It said to him.

[FX-12]

This unit acknowledges the excellent protection offered by Toboga's armor. It turned its torso to face the new droid.


This unit is designated FX-12 Medical Assistant Droid. *Boop* It acknowledges BXE-322.

[BXE-322]

This unit is designated FX-12 Medical Assistant Droid. *Boop* It acknowledges BXE-322.

''<<Updating log. Unknown Droid#2 registered as unit FX-12. Medical Assistant Droid. Overwritting>>...'' The commando droid updated its own archive to add the new droid into its logs.

''<<Scanning. Impacts from hostile targets detected. Engaging social protocols. Unit FX-12, if damaged from previous engagement, suggested course of action to visit local mechanical repair depot. Decrease in efficiency possibly detected. Solution delivered. Standing By>>...'' Bixe suggested to the droid to visit a mechanic in case it was damaged in the engagement.

[J-Richo Toboga]

''Hmm'' he thought out loud ''BXE? So you are from an experimental line of commando droid, heh? You must be an exceptional specimen''

He shook the droids hand vigorously

''I heard you came with the Ferry, what are you doing down here?''

[BXE-322]

''Hmm'' he thought out loud ''BXE? So you are from an experimental line of commando droid, heh? You must be an exceptional specimen''

He shook the droids hand vigorously

''I heard you came with the Ferry, what are you doing down here?''

'' <<Engaging social protocols. Answering social matrix engaged. Solution found. Delivering. Unit BXE-322 production line purpose unknown beyond prime combat protocols>>...'' The droid replied to the Mandalorian. ''<< Query made. Running answering program. DATA BLOCK CORRUPTED>>...'' The droid adds as some weird mechanical and electrical sounds come from its processor.

''<<J-Richo of Clan Toboga. Query Asked. Running answering program. Clearance subprotocols engaged. No clearance to deliver information. Unit BXE-322 prime mission, information classified. Approval only through owner's permission override>>'' It said to him about the second question, although it could be possible that the droid misinterpreted what Toboga was asking to it.

[J-Richo Toboga]

''Well, I advise for you to get your processors inspected as well. You don't, sound well and I'd hate to see a droid survive this long only to suffer some malfunction''

He voiced that with genuine concern

[The SCaT Droid]

"That's not an error from damage noise, I think that's a program inhibiting BXE from answering questions involving his boss."

[J-Richo Toboga]

'' 'oight'' he replied with a twirl of slang ''We can talk about that later...for now I'd like to find out who those gonks are.''

He turned to the medical droid

''Found anything?''

[The SCaT Droid]

(Can we get a loot list?)

[Flession]

((Was anyone searching the bodies?))

Each of the Mooks were wearing old Clone armor, clearly piecemealed together into something a bit more workable. They each carried a Slugthrower rifle and a axe-looking thing.

The Captain himself had a bow and arrow. Though, upon closer inspection, it was a compound bow. Still in terrible condition. Not to mention there were a few special arrows on his quiver, which would explain how Toboga got set ablaze.

The armor he was wearing was the most curious. Clone Trooper armor, for sure. The communication equipment inside had long since been fried, the armor also in terrible shape for proper combat, but the plating could still be repaired. He also carried a spear on him, though rusted and deformed.

[The SCaT Droid]

SCaT goes and searches the bodies. "Busted clone armor, comms don't even work. . . Slugthrowers, axes, spears and . . . bomb arrows?"

[J-Richo Toboga]

''Incendiary, if you recal...check to see if anyone is still alive despite our expertise.''

While armor and armament was gathered he began checking pulses and faces

[Flession]

They are all dead. You've done your job as a Mandaloroan with expertise and precision.

The faces are really nondescript, but they are humanoid, at least. Just some various species that you would find living on this planet.

[BXE-322]

'' Social Protocols Engaged. Running Interaction Matrix. Solution found. Delivering. Unit BXE-322 has noticed the pattern that these organic beings have acquired former hostile clone troopers armor in great quantities>>...'' The droid said. ''<< It would seem either that they looted some sort of former battlefield or there is a black market of these. Solution delivered. Stand By>>...'' It adds.

Then the droid approaches one of the dead gonks and starts taking off its armor and weapons. ''<< Unit BXE-322 will take some of these, as right of looting.>>...'' It said to the rest.

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[OOC]

I will take whatever. If you want the functional clone armor you can take it, or you can give it to me. Either way is fine with me.

Taking a slugthrower, an axe thing, and one set of armor.

I will move them one by one so as to deal with the encumberance thing, Fless. Will take them to my 'base'

[J-Richo Toboga]

''You have earned your share, certainly'' he looked around and then at the corpses ''Moving everything will be a hassle without a vehicle...we could stash them somewhere in the meanwhile.''

He crouched to inspect hem closer

''They also could serve as disguise to infiltrate their camps.''

[The SCaT Droid]

(Can I get something to sell? I literally don't have enough money to buy a stim)

[J-Richo Toboga]

(I think the problem is finding a place where to sell it all. Probably after washing and repairing them)