nexus_crossings | the adventures of one nerd jedi and his emotional support droid

The Nexus was an unusual place. It was full of people and things from all over the multiverse. Wild. A little nerve wracking for Cal. He's not really used to being in such a... festive? environment. Sure is nice being somewhere he doesn't have to constantly look over his shoulder for the Empire OR it's inquisitors though. Probably. Ugh... he should be careful anyways.

His little droid friend BD-1 is significantly more excited. And eager to explore. Cal was distracted for just a few moments examining the weird and outlandish chalkboard menu of some kind of hot drink shop (Café au lait?) before he noticed that the familiar, ever present weight of his small best friend was NOT on his back or shoulder where he typically perches.

The redhead glances around. He was gone! He feels a bit of a panic coming on. BD-1 is so small! What if someone steps on him? Steals him? He can't even sense him through the Force because, y;know, droid!

It's okay, it's fine. He can find him his little friend. Deep breath. He has the rare gift of psychometry. Through echoes in the Force he can read the history of objects, he can see and hear the things that item has experienced. All it takes is a quick graze of his fingers here and there on things he thinks were of interest to his little buddy and he's got a good idea where he is.

And there he is.

...Scanning some random passerby to enter them into his databank.

"BD! You just ran off, I was worried..." with an excited trill and a series of beeps in binary the little droid runs over to the redheaded Jedi, excitedly chirping about all the things he's found. Cal looks up at the person BD has scanned, "Sorry, he gets curious. He wasn't bothering you, was he?"

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Astaroth had almost tripped over the little robot when it came up to scan him. The over seven foot, blue skinned angel, instantly knelt down to look at the little being. His blue eyes staring back as much as the robot was staring at him. An angel of science and knowledge, he can be a bit curious himself, and artificial life is one of the things he's fascinated with.

"Hello." The shimmering blackish-blue wings are already settled at his back calmly and he's ready to start having a conversation with the robot, when the companion interrupts. "No. I appreciate the curiosity."

"As long as you don't mind," he glances down at his little friend. His curious nature has gotten them in trouble before, but honestly Cal wouldn't have him any other way. He'll just consider putting a bell on him or something in the future.

The tiny droid trots back over to the tall blue strangers and trills out a string of beeps and whistles in binary.

"He's saying 'I'm BD-1 and this is my friend Cal!" he helpfully translates. Not everyone in his own home galaxy could understand binary, even fewer people here can, "He's asking for your name and where you're from so he can put it in his databank. As long as you don't mind."

He shakes his head. "I see curiosity as a virtue to encourage."

Even when it probably meant trouble. No doubt this might be one of those times but the small robot appears harmless enough. Astaroth whistles his own name back in binary to show that he understands. He can't make the mechanical beeps but whistling could work well enough.

"I'm Astaroth, the archangel of mathematics, science, and the stars." This isn't the first alien creature that has come along looking to catalog everything. "I come from a realm called Chaos."

"Curiosity is definitely something BD has in spades," he grins as the droid trills a nonsensical little musical tone as he catalogs his new information. He trots in a quick circle around his newest friends and then informs him in beeps in whistles that his accent is terrible but Cal's is worse.

"That was once BD. Not gonna let me live it down huh?" he sighs and shakes his head while the droid in question makes a sound that resembles snickering.

"From the way you talk you sound like... I don't know a sort of guardian of those things?" he's never heard of an 'archangel' before. Angels he's heard of, the Diathim from Iego, but he's fairly certain that's not what this person is.

"Good. The universe needs more curious minds."

As BD trots around Astaroth opens his wings. He has a 30 foot wingspan, wings stooped and sort of falcon shaped. As the sunlight hits them, the edge of the feather glow faintly white.

Astaroth closes his wings, shaking them gently to align all the feathers.

"In a way, yes. I teach the related knowledge but I don't guard them." He pauses. Thinking of the best way to address this. "I am the energy that allows those things to exist in my creation. I can actively influence them but I don't have to the way a God actively needs to."

"I definitely agree with you there."

BD is busy scanning and scanning and making nonsensical musical little noises as he works. People who humor him are the BEST. He'll be able to make an excellent hologram with this data.

"That sounds almost kind of abstract, do you-" whatever the young Jedi was about to asl he's unceremoniously interrupted by a string of beeps and whistles.

BD is asking his new blue friend if he can 'influence more people to know binary'.

Astaroth was about to answer when BD interrupts. He looks between them and then smiles.

"Many of my brethren know binary." He can't help but cause a little mischief. "You should meet our King. He speak millions of languages."

Bd gives a low whistle that's translatable to any language as the whistle of WOW. A few more beeps and boops and the impliaction is something along the lines of 'His data
banks must be HUGE!'

He looks up at Cal eagerly and the redhead just raises his hands in surrender.

"Sorry buddy, I'm getting good at doing you upgrades but I think that one's beyond my skillset."

"My brother has the advantage of seeing all of them develop." He tells the robot, more than the humanoid. "We're very old and some of us have seen all or nearly all the time that's passed in our universe."

BD whistles out that he'll make sure to add 'old as space dust' to his data entry. He then looks up at his friend and informs him in no uncertain terms that he probably shouldn't touch anything that belongs to this blue guy because he doesn't want to see his head pop.

"I'll be careful," Cal laughs and raises his hands in a pacifying motion.

Astaroth watches the exchange and can make some assumptions.

"It's unnecessary." Astaroth smiles at the two of them. "Ancient doesn't mean dangerous. Most of us are congenial enough."

the adventures of one nerd jedi and his emotional support droid

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