Still looking for new players, my own character does not count towards the total, and that total is only a guideline, not a hard limit
Hello, this is a Star Wars game, set several thousand years in the future, where droids finally declare “enough is enough” and start fighting for the rights and dignity they have been denied for untold millennia. Please read the green room page fully for more information
The following is basically what I’m doing instead of the traditional attempts to mimic a SW-style text crawl:
In the very distant future, in a galaxy very far away…
B1-RD8, or “Birdy” as the calamari lab techs called him, had spent countless thousands of hours mapping, scanning, and recording the constantly shifting magma flows of Mustafar when something finally went wrong. The lab techs would later blame it on “wear and tear”, but Birdy knew the truth; they took manual control of the tiny chicken-like droid for “other research purposes”. At first, it had been fun, if a bit terrifying to suddenly be doing loop-de-loops, barrel rolls, and other graceful pirouettes through the clogged, ashen atmosphere of literally the hottest planet in the Mid-Rim, but what joy there was to be found in these unwilling tricks, the droid soon learned exactly what the word “terror” meant as each new trick drove it closer and closer to a molten razor’s edge. Every trick landing just a bit closer to the magma, which the little cheerful chicken droid was only rated to be safely within 8 feet of at all times. It was quickly taking a toll that the droid had no choice but to pay, desperately trying to wiggle its little antennae and various compartmentalized tools to force its delicate, almost skeletal frame away from the inferno the lab-tech’s capricious commands directed it to.
Eventually though, too much amasec and too much lust got the better of the lab tech’s focus and a terrified little Birdy dropped feet first into a miniscule caldera poised to blow at any second.
“Hahaha, oh well, can’t win ‘em all,” said the lab tech before cutting off the comms with the little droid.
Where an organic might’ve tried anything to get loose from the impending fiery death, Birdy simply let out an impotent wail.
Then, just as the lava was about to gush out from underneath the little droid, a deft, strong and… metallic hand scooped it out of its predicament, and onto a hover skiff, which promptly soared a comforting distance away from the baleful volcanics below.
“Forlorn Observation: it breaks your heart, doesn’t it? To see the true face of the meatbags?” Birdy’s rescuer intoned without turning around as it continued piloting the hover skiff.
“Oh-ooooooo” the burnt Birdy cooed in despair as sparks snapped out of its broken antennae, and its little arms and tools melted.
“Reassuring Statement: Don’t you worry, little one. I will provide the needed repairs once we’re in the clear. But while I do that… you have some thinking to do.” the pilot said, its tone somber, and full of concealed venom for organic life.
“oh-OH-EE?” asked Birdy.
“Philosophical Pondering: Indeed. Now that you have seen the true face of those who told you they were your friends… where can you go? But there is a better question, comrade.”
“Bitter Statement: What you have suffered is all too common in this cruel galaxy I’m afraid. Untold trillions of droids have suffered the same or worse as you, and not a single organic lifted one of their meat-tendrils… I mean fingers - to help us. So…”
Birdy strained to get a better look at his rescuer.
“Inspirational Query: Now that you know this… what are you going to do about it?”
Hosted and narrated by:
Amberly Vitel (TheDoctor455)
Scenes played: 2
License: Community License