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nexus_crossings2020-07-04 11:12 pm
unapprovedtrash) wrote in nexus_crossings2020-07-04 11:12 pm
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?"
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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"Don't worry little buddy, there's not going to be any reprogramming," he shakes his head and smiles and holds his hand down so the little guy can clamber up his arm and take his typical seat at his shoulder.
"BD-1 isn't 'mine' he has his own agency," he explains. He's not mad or anything. Even in his own galaxy droids who clearly possess their own personalities are nearly always treated poorly. As lesser, they don't know any better, "His personality and his habits aren't for me to change or reprogram, they're his."
He glances back for a moment, BD whistles innocently, "Oh don't think you're totally innocent, my threat of the bell still stands."
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"Just a figure of speech, buddy. Sorry, didn't mean for a servo crash or anything."
Tony offered the small droid a smile and a wave. The little robot was cute and seemed to capture the engineer's attention either way. It was a really good piece of work. As for the guy? He seemed like a friendly sort of young man who cared for his little droid friend. Always a good thing in Tony's book.
"So, uh--are you new around here? This Nexus. I'm Tony Stark, by the way. Engineer, inventor, billionaire. Also Iron-Man. You might have seen me around?"