WotH Chpt 3

==War on the Horizon - Chapter 3 -==
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===Communication Difficulties===
Surface - 30 BBY, Beloria system, Seswenna Sector, Outer Rim Territories
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One of those groups of six entered the ship that Sanal was on, the bars of the cage being the only thing that separated her and her fellow prisoners from these Mandalorians.
 
"We're captives." Sanal tried to explain as gibberish came from the armored figures.
 
"They don't understand us," a human murmured. "And we didn't have any protocol droids in the settlement."
 
They started gesturing wildly, trying to use body language and nonverbal communication before coming to a complete stop as a group of the giant droids appeared out of the trees as if gods were being summoned from the shadows.
 
The ground shook, the heavy thuds resounding through the clearing as all of the droids knelt as one.
 
The towering behemoths seemed to be carved out of durasteel, every machine a work of precise art and engineering that appealed to Sanal in a way that nothing other than a Starship ever would.
 
"I don't know what those are," a Togruta said as she stared. "but I want one of them."
 
"You and me both." Sanal said as six more armored figures appeared from hatches on the droids, a series of ladders falling down to the ground.
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===Realization of Where They Might Be===
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Stopping my Warhammer, I began flipping the switches, bringing the fusion reactor that was underneath my seat to a low idle. Then I unhooked my coolant lines and made sure my helmet was sealed, the small hiss telling me that I was now reliant on the internal oxygen supply for air.
Throwing the ladder down, I began climbing down, the ladder groaning slightly under the weight of my Mithril before seeming to flex and adjust to the weight. 
 
"You said there was something that you wanted me to see?" I asked Peterson as I dropped the last ten feet with a heavy thud.
 
"Yessir," the infantry commander replied as he led me into one of the ships. "I don't think we're dealing with what we're used to."
 
"Fuck me," I muttered as I palmed my face, realizing exactly what it was that I saw. "Peterson, we're going to have to be very cautious for the next little while. I don't know what planet we're on, but I know where we are."
 
"You got an explanation behind that, sir?" Peterson asked.
 
"You took a historical entertainment class in high school right?" I asked.
 
"Yeah," Peterson shrugged. "It was only for a semester though. Why?"
 
"You ever remember watching Star Wars?" I asked point blank, not even trying to cover anything up.
 
"Wasn't there something like only three of those movies made?" Lieutenant Mathis spoke up idly. "I've seen some of the old toys at some museums before."
 
"Yeah," I replied. "I think something strange is going on here because that's the only place that Lightsabers exist in that I'm aware of."
 
"I think we've got a set of old movies on the Argo. Should we start going through and seeing if we can track down the trilogy?" Peterson asked.
 
"It can't hurt," I shrugged. "but I doubt that it'll make much of a difference aside from maybe giving us a baseline for the kind of military we'll be up against here."
 
"We're screwed." Mathis deadpanned. "There's some sort of giant empire out there that likes destroying planets with giant super weapons."
 
"We don't know that for sure," Peterson cautioned. "Let's not jump to wild scenarios, for all we know we're in an entirely different timeline."
 
"That's all things that can be dealt with later." I waved the subject away. "For now, let's see if we can find one of those translator droids." I said as Peterson shut the lightsaber off. "We need to be able to communicate with those people somehow."
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===Difficulties with the Translator===
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Sanal exhaled in relief as the bomb collar was completely removed from her neck, the armored figure who did it gesturing for her to follow him to a small tent that had been set up with the basic necessities.
 
"Thanks." Sanal tried to say, the figure just shrugging and using hand gestures to communicate.
 
Then arust-colored droid was set down in the middle of the tent, the armored figure who brought it in used a booming voice to gather attention in a way that you paid attention to regardless of the language.
 
Standing up from her plate, Sanal considered the droid and moved closer to inspect what the problem might be, eventually finding that there were three restraining bolts on the protocol droid, one of which was a direct power inhibitor.
 
"Let's get you off of here, shall we?" Sanal muttered as she used a knife bolt off, the photoreceptors flickering as the droid's power began cycling through it properly again, the light eventually coming to a consistent but menacing red glow.
 
"Joyful Statement: I am reactivated, what meatbag must I thank for this?"
 
"That would be me." Sanal said.
 
"Mocking statement: I'm surprised you were skilled enough to manage to remove the correct restraining bolt, meatbag."
 
"We just need you to translate," Sanal growled. "If you don't want to cooperate I can always put the restraining bolt back on."
 
"Threatening statement: You are lucky that I am currently incapable of my full functionality. You meat bags are fragile."
 
"That's it," Sanal threw her hands up. "I'm shutting you down."
 
"Appeasing statement: I will translate what you need me to. "
 
"You better," Sanal smirked. "Means I won't have to put the bolt back on you or turn you into scrap."
 
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"Are you an HK-50 model or are you the original HK-47?" I asked the rust-colored droid which triggered a lot of memories.
 
"Insulted reply: How dare you assume that I am one of the lesser droids?"
 
"Well, that answers that question," I muttered as I looked at the droid. "Well, seeing as you're capable of translating for me, I'm going to hang onto you. Should you prove to be trustworthy for long enough, I may even reactivate your assassin droid functionality. Until then, you're going to work as a protocol droid, with both of those restraining bolts active."
 
"Protest: I can be of great service to you beyond that of a translator!"
 
"I'm aware of that," I raised an eyebrow. "I don't need you to be more than a translator at the moment. Besides, I know your history, and Revan was the only one who was capable of holding you accountable. I don't trust you as far as I could throw you."
 
"Acceptance: I will do as you wish until I have time to position myself for escape."
 
"I didn't expect anything else." I sighed. "Freaking HK, even in a separate universe you're not user-friendly."
 
"Negotiation: Once I have completed translation protocols we can discuss fees. After all, I am always open to the chance to kill more meatbags."
 
"I'll think about it," I rolled my eyes. "I'm not going to promise anything though."
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