forum Star Wars Rp? Can be a OxO or a small group of three

Started January 30, 2024 by @FanfictionFanatic-The-Elder group

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Hawkin had fixed the droid and every limb worked like it was brand new. However, no one knew where it came from, nor what it was made of. Everything in the droid was archaic. From the wiring, to the gyros. However it was simple and straight forward enough. Soon, Hawkin had replaced the delicate wires. He smiled at his handiwork.
“All in a good days work. Let’s see if this thing turns on.”
Hawkin flipped a switch and a light hum of whirring was heard, and the droid turned on. It powered up and looked at him.
“Hello. I’m not where I’m supposed to be. Can you help me get back to my master? What year is it?”
Hawkin looked confused. This droid had a speech pattern far different than any modern droid he’d seen.
“Let me ask you this question first. What year do you think it is?”
The droid turned and with facial expressions, Hawkin could only assume the droid was thinking.
“It is the year 200. It is the time of what I suppose historians will call the high republic of the Jedi. It’s full of creativity and knowledge.”
Hawkin blinked hard.
“Well, I hate to tell ya, but um, I’m sure your master is long gone. They are more than likely dead.”
The droid stopped whirring for a moment.
“What? How would you know?”
Hawkin scratched his head.
“Give me a moment. Please. I’ll explain.”
Hawkin yelled towards the back.
“Hey boss, I got an illegal droid. I gotta take it to the senate building. Early empire. I’ll be back when they finish their questioning again.”
He heard a groan.
“Aight Hawk. Get back soon. Clock out for the day. We both know they’re going to keep you for a while.”
Hawkin looked at the droid and looked at his pay for the day.
“Yeah sure. I got it. Hopefully I’ll be back tomorrow. Last time they threw me in a room for the night to question the next morning.”
He heard a laugh from the back.
He said quietly to the droid.
“You’re lucky I’m curious. Normally people just don’t find high republic droids.”
The droid whirred again.
“What do you mean by find?”
Hawkin grabbed his bo rifle and slung it over his shoulder and grabbed his tools.
“Let me make this as painless as possible. Droid, whatever your name is, it’s the year 5ABY. It’s been over 200 years since you’ve been awake. We’ve gotta go to the senate building. There’s a lot going on.”
The droid stopped whirring. 200 years? Has it really been that long?”
Hawkin beckoned and the droid followed him to a transport that would take him to the senate building. He stepped on the transport and the droid followed. He pushed the button and the transport headed to the senate building. He looked at the droid.
“Yes it’s been 200 years. What I’m hoping you have in your cranium is memories. I’m trying to get a pay day. The new republic is always looking for something that can tell them the history of the Jedi. There’s not many of those left either.”
The droid crossed its arms.
“I do have memories. And I hope I do see a Jedi. It’s going to be wonderful to see something I do know.”
Hawkin laughed.
“You won’t hardly recognize the Jedi anymore. They absolutely do not follow the rules of old.”
The transport stopped. And Hawkin and the droid got out and walked through the front doors. He saw a receptionist, and walked up to them.
“Hello. I have a droid I need to be checked out. I’m requesting a Jedi. The droid claims itself from the high republic.”
The receptionist leaned forward.
“You’re in luck. I think there’s one in today. A nice lady. But I’m going to ask, what are you trying to gain if this droid does in fact belong to the high republic?”
Hawkin shrugged.
“Payment would be nice. I would like to not have to struggle for a few days.”
The receptionist nodded.
“Alright go have a seat. I’ll contact her with her com link. I have no idea how long she’ll be. She walked in earlier with some kind of Mandalorian I suppose. The armor didn’t track though. It was kind of mismatched.”
Hawkin thanked the receptionist and sat down in a comfy chair. The droid followed suit.

(I’m fine but I am going to be busier today because I have to work. I’ll still try to reply as often as I can but it’ll be longer gaps in between.)

Calista froze for a moment when she felt a sharp, sudden warning spike in the Force. She turned slowly to look at Jado and was about to warn him when she heard his voice… and ran. She tried to keep herself calm as she raced forward but the icy touch that seemed to fill the very air she breathed made in even more difficult than normal. She couldn't handle it in this state so instead of going to the office, she turned a sharp corner and ran back towards the entrance.

"good soldiers follow orders…" he got up grabbing his helmet and putting it on and rearming himself going towards the office and kicking the door down looking around "where are you…..calista…..its alright…it was just a false deactivation….i promise everything is alright" he chuckled

Hawkin felt a funny feeling for a moment while he was sitting in the chair. It was like one of his headaches, except he couldn’t place it. It all made sense when what he assumed to be the Jedi rounded the corner into the lobby breathless.

Once finally in a clear calmer setting, Calista was able to catch her breath and recenter herself. “Ok, definitely can't do that by myself.” she muttered before straightening back up and turning to look down the hall she just exited, stretching her awareness in the Force for any sign of Jado.

jado walked out and turned towards the lobby checking every office before had kicking every door down "where are you……come out come out where ever you are….."

Hawkin was sitting in the lobby in shock. First this woman comes blitzing around the corner, and now he was certain he was hearing things, because he could have sworn he heard someone breaking things. He looked at the woman, who he could only assume to be the Jedi, and he spoke.
“What the kriff is happening?”

Calista’s hand twitched toward her saber at the ruckus Jado was making. But she quickly turned when the new voice interrupted her thoughts. “Young man, I strongly suggest you get out of here.” she warned, before giving a look towards the receptionist she spoke to earlier. “Perhaps ask Lorian to call security.”

Hawkin got up and went to the reception desk. The receptionist looked up, already on the phone.
“I sure hope that’s security, because whoever is causing that ruckus is not the most friendly character I would assume.”
The receptionist nodded and continued talking rapidly. Hawkin looked over at the woman who had spoken to him.
“As for leaving? I don’t plan too. I have that droid and it claims it’s from the high republic and I’m not letting it out of my sight. I’m here for you to look at it and to tell me that I’m right and that I’m getting paid for finding a valuable part of Jedi history.”

Calista sighed but nodded at the hope. "He… he warned me about this. He has fits that make him… like this." she tried to explain before looking at the boy with a raised brow. "I'm afraid you're talking to the wrong Jedi. I can check out the droid to see if it does have Jedi connections but if you want credits for it, you'll have to talk with the New Republic. If it is as valuable as you believe, I don't think I'd have enough to give you." she admitted. She wasn't broke or anything but she didn't exactly live well either. Just a small, simple apartment with enough to afford the necessities… and there were times when she could stretch even that.

Hawkin sighed.
“Well. That’s just great. I guess you can do your duty and figure out what this droid possesses. There’s really not a lot in it for me at this point.”
He put his hand under his chin.
“By any chance does whoever making that ruckus wear mismatched armor? And you’re going to think I’m crazy, but for the past two days, if it’s you guys, I’ve been seeing him and you everywhere. Which is odd because normally people go to the under belly of Coruscant to disappear.”

“I’m sorry I can't help you more.” Calista apologized, not letting her guard down about Jado. “But in case you forgot, now might not be the best time. Unless that droid can help with the current situation.” she added as the thought of what kind of droid the boy found came to her.
She raised a brow at the question but nodded. “He does but how have you been seeing us? We only just met each other recently.” she told him, not giving any information about why she was in the lower levels.

Hawkin elbowed the droid.
“You got anything to help us to calm a raging man or whatever?”
Before the droid could answer he looked back at the Jedi.
“The droid says no, it’s got nothing. For kriff’s sake, it’s from the high republic. Ya know a time of peace and art? Not much “violence” happening there.”
He shrugged.
“As for seeing you guys, I was in that kinda less than stellar cantina because they had cheap caf and I saw you. And the night before, I touched a booth and saw a vague memory of you two sitting there, and don’t even get me started on the flashes of memories, I swear some of the fumes I huff all day at work really get to me. So I believe that’s the cause but I could also be wrong. But I’m like 90% certain the fumes are the cause.”
He leaned back in the seat.
“I’m interested in seeing this dude. As far as I know, I’m safe. He seems only to be interested in you.”

Calista gave the boy a flat, unimpressed look at his attitude and dismissive comments. “I'm aware of that but if that droid does have Jedi history then there still might be something.” she pointed out. “You… touched the booth?” she asked thoughtfully before focusing out with the Force towards the boy. “That “guy” is a survivor of the Clone Wars and was able to warn me about this fit before he started acting like this.” she warned firmly.

Hawkin waved dismissively.
“Yeha yeah I touched the booth. I practically staggered out of that old cantina. I get splitting headaches when whatever happens. It’s weird. However…”
Hawking looked at the droid and eyed it curiously.
“I worked on the droid and didn’t see anything. Maybe I didn’t touch it long enough. Or maybe it’s really the fumes. As for the survivor of the clone wars…”
Hawkin picked up his bo-rifle.
“Technically, there is a way to stop him. But I do know Jedi really don’t resort to violence, and I don’t know how much his armor can stop. So it’s really a last ditch option with no good outcome.”

Calista raised a brow, not getting a clear feeling from the boy, and sighed. “Do those “flashes” happen often?” she asked as she started wondering if there was a possibility… “I am not letting you kill him.” she nearly scowled. “I’m willing to fight when it's necessary but Jado was trying to help me get some answers regarding what happened to the clones and the massacre.” she informed.

Hawkin put his hands up and leaned backwards.
“Hey. I didn’t say I was going to kill him. The Bo rifle is here however. I don’t plan to do anything. As for the flashes. They happen when I touch something. It’s never really the same type of object. Like it can happen when I touch ships or droids, and I see like little snippets of memories. It’s weird. Like I said, it’s probably me hallucinating from inhaling too much exhaust or like too much hyper fuel.”
He relaxed and put his arm around the droid.
“The clones eh? From what the old timers tell me at the shop, they went rogue. I’ve heard many theories. From a hive mind mentality, to ittty bitty robots controlling their brains. I guess that’s what happens when a large portion of the story is covered up by the Empire and its goons.”

She nodded once when he seemed to back off about the rifle. “Not necessarily. There may be another possibility for why you see those things. And if we have time, I can help you see if that is the case.” she offered.
Calista made a noncommittal noise and shrugged slightly. “I've heard some of those theories too. But we were going to try to get, hopefully, a more concrete answer from two possible locations.” she explained, not really sure why she was telling this boy so much… other than her own theory about him.

Hawkin gently smacked the back of the droid.
“Well if something other than fumes is making me see these moments it would be nice to know what’s causing it. As for wanting information, anyone down where you were earlier, in the underbelly, can get it and more for the right price. Anything that’s supposed to be hidden, is always in view in the underbelly of Coruscant. And if you have favors owed to you, things can be a little bit easier.”
Hawkin cracked a smile and tossed his arms out to the side in a nonchalant way.

“I am well aware of the… information available in the lower levels.” Calista sighed, looking back down the hall for a moment. “We were hoping for a more direct source. Assuming the data is still there.” she added almost as an afterthought. Surely the New Republic wasn't foolish enough to erase data from the Senate offices before the Empire took over… then again Palpatine could have been that shrewd.

“I am well aware of the… information available in the lower levels.” Calista sighed, looking back down the hall for a moment. “We were hoping for a more direct source. Assuming the data is still there.” she added almost as an afterthought. Surely the New Republic wasn't foolish enough to erase data from the Senate offices before the Empire took over… then again Palpatine could have been that shrewd.

Hawkin laughed.
“Well if there are any locks involved, I’m pretty sure I can get them open. Just in case you need someone. I also fix droids, ships, much of anything with engines, and prosthetics for folk of the cyborg kind or whoever else has modifications that are mechanical. I’m gifted when it comes to that. It just clicks ya know?”

(You're good!)

“That's quite a skill.” Calista nodded appreciatively, especially since she wasn't “gifted” with that skill set as he clearly was. “And it shows since you were able to repair this droid with you. Any chance you are as talented with slicing?” she asked, hoping she was right to take him at his word since she didn't sense any deceit from him so far.