This face looks back at me. It’s cold and mechanical, I can tell I wasn’t sure if I was building another of my Pit Droids or something new. She is new. She is me in an odd way. RU-N4N is the moniker of identity I’ve given her, Runan is what she’ll be called. A remote controlled droid unit with no obvious ties to me. She has two A.I. processors, one is a dummy unit should she get into a situation that would infringe on her remote operation. The second is entirely disabled until a time when Punkal, Arazil and Kal can activate it. I hope that day never comes. And I hope that they take the precautions to safeguard those keys they have in case anything happens to them. Though, that’s a day I hope I never see.
He sleeps so peacefully beside me, holding onto me as if I were Mister Bantha. It makes it difficult to continue my work, but I have no desire to move. This was never a place I expected to be in my life and perhaps that’s the reason I’ve decided to keep a personal log of my research and adventures. If they could even be called adventures…
Perhaps in time we’ll adopted a clutch of snotlings and this will serve a purpose in telling them the story of their psuedo-parents. Perhaps it’ll just be a datachip that is eroded over time when it is dropped and forgotten. Perhaps, even in my worst nightmare, it’ll be found by Imperials when I have finally gone too far. Though, should that day come, I’ll wish them luck on breaking the encryption.
Maybe I’ll just leave it unlocked…
I’ve got this feeling that if I ever go down, it won’t be for the petty salvage that Arazil and I clean up and peddle. Or the contracts I take from time to time to serve as a simple spanner jockey for the Rebellion when they need an expert eye on their crafts.
Something tells me it’ll be for something that I haven’t even seen coming up on the horizon. Which only goes to tell me I need to step up my game. My job requires me to keep my record pristine. A smiling face to represent Quantum Mechanics. Legitimate credits to back a not so legitmate employer. I’ll never forget the look on Punkal’s face when I told him I could make ships in the name of the Glaston’s. Then again, I love getting him to make that face. Watching as his brain processes if what I’m saying is even possible, then the light to his eyes when he realizes that he’s talking to me.
I specialize in the improbable.
And the impossible.
Which is why she stares at me right now.
I think Kaliper was a little more than distressed when I put her down beside the edge of the bed.
RU-N4N. A little joke of what I’ve become. I wonder how many will get it and understand my walking, talking, “Kriff off” to my own culture. I think it’s because of that, that I choose to leave behind the ‘da’ in my name. I am no longer the second of two, in reality, I’ve always been solitary. My twin died the day we were born. I could go further and say that I’m not really a Shiri anymore either, but that would be a lie with my father so close to me.
Kriff, my father… I don’t want to see his hotel bills from West Carova…
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