This file does not appear on the audiolog, but the events recorded are available to anyone who ICly witnessed them on the roof of the Theater in Libria.
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"Those kriffin enclave gone, yet?"
"Area secure, ma'am."
The twi'lek woman tumbled down out of the hall, breathing a heavy sigh of relief. The ex-501st soldier guarding the door turned to help her up, as she tried to scramble back to her feet. She awkwardly accepted his aide, wondering if she'll ever get used to being served and protected.
"Eh.. thanks. Hey, Messy, this isn't an order or nothin', but I figure I'm gonna' go up on the roof and take my meditations before I loose my mind. Now... if you wanna' come along, go for it, but you don't... have... to follow me."
"It is my duty to follow you, Master Turncoat! Your superior being demands my--"
"Wha- no... no demands or anything.. just.."
She stops trying to argue, and simply nods and heads toward the stair suppressing a sigh. The trooper trails her close, as they climb up to the roof, intent on standing guard. The twi'lek sits down, lighting a small portion of smoldering grey gabaki inscence, and inhaling deeply. As she settles back, listening to the steady marching of the clone's continued patrol, Keren's words of warning come floating back to her.
"Clones aren't like other people, Nyx. They are programmed to kill, and to follow orders without question."
Hm. Well... that much was clear... but there had to be something more. He's more than a living droid. He has free will, thinks creatively, and most of all strongly recognizes morality. Yet as he says himself, his perception is limited, and he will follow his orders no matter what he percieves. Then again.. no.. that's not right either. There have been subtle things, she thought, that he would do agaist his "command" to do, and one time when he outright fought his programming to keep from killing her by Order 66. It is possible to fight his programming. He can do it. He has done it.
"...but only when he was protecting me."
Clack clack! The trooper stops and holds his carbine ready, looking around.
"Who's there!?"
"Relax.. nobody's here. Heh-hehh.. Just thinkin'. At ease, soldier.."
"Area secure, ma'am."
The twi'lek woman tumbled down out of the hall, breathing a heavy sigh of relief. The ex-501st soldier guarding the door turned to help her up, as she tried to scramble back to her feet. She awkwardly accepted his aide, wondering if she'll ever get used to being served and protected.
"Eh.. thanks. Hey, Messy, this isn't an order or nothin', but I figure I'm gonna' go up on the roof and take my meditations before I loose my mind. Now... if you wanna' come along, go for it, but you don't... have... to follow me."
"It is my duty to follow you, Master Turncoat! Your superior being demands my--"
"Wha- no... no demands or anything.. just.."
She stops trying to argue, and simply nods and heads toward the stair suppressing a sigh. The trooper trails her close, as they climb up to the roof, intent on standing guard. The twi'lek sits down, lighting a small portion of smoldering grey gabaki inscence, and inhaling deeply. As she settles back, listening to the steady marching of the clone's continued patrol, Keren's words of warning come floating back to her.
"Clones aren't like other people, Nyx. They are programmed to kill, and to follow orders without question."
Hm. Well... that much was clear... but there had to be something more. He's more than a living droid. He has free will, thinks creatively, and most of all strongly recognizes morality. Yet as he says himself, his perception is limited, and he will follow his orders no matter what he percieves. Then again.. no.. that's not right either. There have been subtle things, she thought, that he would do agaist his "command" to do, and one time when he outright fought his programming to keep from killing her by Order 66. It is possible to fight his programming. He can do it. He has done it.
"...but only when he was protecting me."
Clack clack! The trooper stops and holds his carbine ready, looking around.
"Who's there!?"
"Relax.. nobody's here. Heh-hehh.. Just thinkin'. At ease, soldier.."
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