will i ever come back to the smol??? maybe someday.
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starter call !! like for an anxious droid in ur life.
A small red light dances between two figures; one forlorn haired female and the other a sleeping unconscious ex-storm trooper. He registers both as Rey and Finn, respectively and if he were allowed to make a conjecture he would think Rey was SAD. But from their earlier encounter, she was obstinate with saying NO. Perhaps, at this particular opportunity, she truly was. Beebe-Ate approaches carefully, mindful not to disrupt the occupied silence except for his curious chirps directed at the only one in the room not depending on mechanical assistance to breathe.
( are you SAD ? )
His head is WHIRRING ––– twisting atop its spherical form in mechanical indignation as his optics narrow at the human whose hand sits on his head; patting and tapping on his antennae as if it was his wagging tail. A series of high pitched squeaks rumble out of the DROID like a growl which could only be directly translated to: NOT A DOG, if this human girl had any comprehension for binary.
The Droid KNEW it was an unfit decision on his pilot’s part to go on his own when he had a perfectly CAPABLE DROID who can scan the areas for him. Humans and their MINISCULE capacity to think beyond themselves will never cease to FRUSTRATE him. Wheeling around the corner, he comes to a halt when he nearly crashes into a pair of dark covered legs. Domed head tilting backward, his optics recognise the bipedal life form before he even turns his head and Beebee-Ate was already backing away and leaving a fit of anxious beeping noises in his wake.
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starter call !! like for an anxious droid in ur life.
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starter call !! like for an anxious droid in ur life.
starter call !! like for an anxious droid in ur life.
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lowkey skype drop. pls tell me who u are before i add u.
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G X N E R A L H U X :
“you’re very cute you know. we won’t hurt you,” Hux said trying to calm it down. She figured that if she talked to the little droid like she talked to millicent. And maybe she could keep the little thing. It was quite cute.
Mechanically the droid’s head shook in defiance; something in his system alarming him of a bigger threat beyond the general before him. He didn’t come with explicit files like he had on his own and any knowledge he could give would only be of import to HIS PILOT. Then again, his pilot would be just as much use to them if they can ascertain his location through him. The spherical drone rolls further backward, further beyond the other’s reach, as far as he could without frantically loosing his footing.
now he was getting a few prompted looks, because he appeared to be stationary in a sea of circulating people. he effortlessly managed to ignore them and turned to his previous engagement. pacing around to stall for a few moments more before overdoing an expelled sigh, letting his arms fall limply at his side and looking positively halfway to resignation. ❜ well, i guess he’s not here. ❛ with hefty steps, the pilot resumed his stalk until he was no longer in possible view of the trash shute, regardless of the angle. in cases such as this, he lamented his military issued boots for making it almost impossible to walk stealthily, but an effort was made, to turn around and avoid the visibility range of the droid, which now made his entertainment even clearer, as poe could hear, when another innocent bout of giggles ensued. a hand was extended and with meticulous care, fingers wrapped around the handle of the chute. a few seconds passed, to make sure that he had managed to avoid emitting any sound whatsoever, and in which his focus was solely on his unit, staying hidden from his sight and whether or not bb-8 had already figured out his plan. he pulled the handle. ❜ gotcha, buddy ! ❛
Red eyes f l i c k e r e d from left to right, body leaning forward when his senses lost visual of the pilot. He counts the seconds as they pass, already anticipating victory at his master’s disappearance. Two more hours and the record is beat. Fortunately, time was a concept much easier on his kind than his pilot’s. Chords pull him up slowly, tugging him high enough to look up and down, left and right, and beyond what he could have just seconds ago. And he relishes the quiet that follows in Poe’s disappearance to focus on debugging his system; absorbing information without filter often leaves more zeros than ones hanging just above his peripheral vision; a struggle to anyone who relies on cyberoptics to properly see and one of his more important component if he intended to be of any assistance to his pilot.
Half way through organising his files on resistance information; light comes pouring from the open hatch and his face appears from behind it with a voice that booms and echoes throughout the chute and catches the droid off guard. Latches unfasten –– shaken from their hold and the frightened droid is falling. An echo of an aggressive B e e E E p p i i N G bounces from wall to wall. He only falls for a short distance before protocol overtakes his alarm and chords spew from his frame and latch onto the walls again; just a few feet before he’s considered unwanted rubbish.
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it’s not EASY to communicate with a droid. his binary is extremely lacking ( the only thing he can tell bb8 is saying for sure is a small series of beeps that means POE ), so he’s been having to depend on trying to pick up on the little droid’s body language. he’s been trying to teach himself droidspeak, but that was another issue that he doesn’t want to even broach. finn spots a fleeting image of white and orange, and the corners of his lips twist up in the smallest of smirks.
❛ bb8 ? where’d you go ? ❜
Often, not always, the droid finds himself surprised at the minimal grasp of most biological beings with communication and language. More importantly the mechanical binary of machines. Beings they have great dependence on. Once more, he’s reminded to be thankful he doesn’t suffer through the many hassles that come with being an organic creatures and blesses his lucky stars for his metal core and circuit machinery. More than three feet ahead around the corner, he hears the soft plea; head whirring behind with what could only be described as a noise that sounds all too human: a S I G H. The circular drone rolls immediately back, his domed head tilting backward so his optics can better appreciate the taller human; red eyes blinking up at him seemingly in recognition before his body is already around Finn’s legs and prompting him to hurry. All the while producing while erratic beeping noises that could only imply the same and perhaps something alone the lines of: GO TO POE.
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There’s a small cybernetic squeak of unrest; an almost seizing panic taking over his hardware like a virus as his domed head whirls on its axis. SOMEHOW hoping that an alternate protocol would show itself before he was to be captured.
[ beep ] still here. but our internet’s been kind of shitty so ima fix that first. and finish up the rest of my iconing and set up for the smol.
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