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maskormenace2017-03-12 09:21 am
stupidmeatbags) wrote in maskormenace2017-03-12 09:21 am
[ Video ]
[ The video feed clearly comes on by accident, as the owner is in mid-sentence as it appears on the network. HK-47’s staring down at Revan as best he could, and the annoyance was easy to hear in his voice just then. ]
--forgotten how to use a hydrospanner in three hundred years?
[ ...doesn’t help that there’s a bit of a glitch to his voice. ]
And it looks you have nearly the same amount of wear and tear in here… Wait… Do a diagnostic.
[ In spite of HK’s criticism, Revan appears quite comfortable with the pair of instruments in his hand, tools that look quite alien to the casual observer. His hair is tied up in an uncharacteristic ponytail to keep his hair out of his face as he frowns at something just below the camera angle. ]
I’m detecting a power surge in your sensory net.
[ HK’s voice is terse when he responds, despite the occasional jump in his voice. ]
Observation: Perhaps it’s simply reacting to the fact that you do not know what you’re doing.
[ He’s not being very forgiving here, and it was hard to blame him. Revan’s issues with memory were certainly a thing, and they seemed to be worse than usual… at least in the droid’s opinion, which was all that really mattered. ]
Oh come on. Who knows how you tick better than I do? It’s not my fault someone’s put your insides through a blender then tried to slap them together again. But I’m serious HK, it looks like you’re photoreceptors are being routed through… some kind of… beacon.
[ He looks up from his work, detaching the sensor probe currently embedded in HK’s chest and looking up directly into the feed --His frown shifting from one of curiosity to alarm. ]
...Why is your communicator in your head?
Mockery: Why master, I have no idea! Perhaps to a meatbag that has no idea what they’re doing, a ‘head’ is the most logical place to insert a communicative device.
[ Revan slaps a hand across his face, drawing a streak of grease across his nose. ]
By the Force, it’s an epidemic…
[So it’s become one of THOSE posts. ]
You’re broadcasting to the net, HK.
[ Revan raises his ‘hydrospanner’ and taps on the screen, HK’s eyes, for good measure. It was a shame the video was from HK’s point of view; the look on his face was rather priceless at the moment. The faint buzz of a sigh escaped from the droid. ]
Query: Perhaps it would be more prudent to use this time to ask for assistance from others? After all, I’m sure you can only remember so much, Master.
[ It was amazing how he could be supportive and insulting all in one sentence. ]
Yes, now that we look like total fools, let’s beg the community to save us.
[ Revan smiles up at the screen, past HK and to the people watching. ]
Hello everyone, my friend here has… had some work done over the years. Layers upon layers of patchwork repairs, reroutes and improvisation. Some of it I don’t even know what for. Like this? [ He reaches in and tugs out some kind of bundle of circuitry that looks oddly like a heart made of wires and chips. ] Looks like some kind of autonomous repair unit? But it’s currently defunct. And it looks like at least a dozen of his core functions have been routed through it.
Despite being the one who built him, I’m sort of at a loss. We’re looking for anybody with an understanding of robotics, or perhaps abilities related to technology that can assist us.
[ooc; Responses can come from either HK or Revan, or both! ]
--forgotten how to use a hydrospanner in three hundred years?
[ ...doesn’t help that there’s a bit of a glitch to his voice. ]
And it looks you have nearly the same amount of wear and tear in here… Wait… Do a diagnostic.
[ In spite of HK’s criticism, Revan appears quite comfortable with the pair of instruments in his hand, tools that look quite alien to the casual observer. His hair is tied up in an uncharacteristic ponytail to keep his hair out of his face as he frowns at something just below the camera angle. ]
I’m detecting a power surge in your sensory net.
[ HK’s voice is terse when he responds, despite the occasional jump in his voice. ]
Observation: Perhaps it’s simply reacting to the fact that you do not know what you’re doing.
[ He’s not being very forgiving here, and it was hard to blame him. Revan’s issues with memory were certainly a thing, and they seemed to be worse than usual… at least in the droid’s opinion, which was all that really mattered. ]
Oh come on. Who knows how you tick better than I do? It’s not my fault someone’s put your insides through a blender then tried to slap them together again. But I’m serious HK, it looks like you’re photoreceptors are being routed through… some kind of… beacon.
[ He looks up from his work, detaching the sensor probe currently embedded in HK’s chest and looking up directly into the feed --His frown shifting from one of curiosity to alarm. ]
...Why is your communicator in your head?
Mockery: Why master, I have no idea! Perhaps to a meatbag that has no idea what they’re doing, a ‘head’ is the most logical place to insert a communicative device.
[ Revan slaps a hand across his face, drawing a streak of grease across his nose. ]
By the Force, it’s an epidemic…
[So it’s become one of THOSE posts. ]
You’re broadcasting to the net, HK.
[ Revan raises his ‘hydrospanner’ and taps on the screen, HK’s eyes, for good measure. It was a shame the video was from HK’s point of view; the look on his face was rather priceless at the moment. The faint buzz of a sigh escaped from the droid. ]
Query: Perhaps it would be more prudent to use this time to ask for assistance from others? After all, I’m sure you can only remember so much, Master.
[ It was amazing how he could be supportive and insulting all in one sentence. ]
Yes, now that we look like total fools, let’s beg the community to save us.
[ Revan smiles up at the screen, past HK and to the people watching. ]
Hello everyone, my friend here has… had some work done over the years. Layers upon layers of patchwork repairs, reroutes and improvisation. Some of it I don’t even know what for. Like this? [ He reaches in and tugs out some kind of bundle of circuitry that looks oddly like a heart made of wires and chips. ] Looks like some kind of autonomous repair unit? But it’s currently defunct. And it looks like at least a dozen of his core functions have been routed through it.
Despite being the one who built him, I’m sort of at a loss. We’re looking for anybody with an understanding of robotics, or perhaps abilities related to technology that can assist us.
[ooc; Responses can come from either HK or Revan, or both! ]
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Name's Daryl. I know those kinds of systems. A... friend of mine... she used to work with 'em all the time. Psudo-AIs and the sort. Showed me how.
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Droids in my universe are usually kept at a sub-sentient level so our programmed purpose for them does not evolved into a form of slavery. HK here, though, is a special case. I believe his level of intelligence falls above the line. And to be clear I intend to leave it that way.