Ports were always interesting places. He tended to go unnoticed, until he wanted to be, at least. He was so ancient a design that he wasn't a target for attempted theft anymore, for instance - though this was more of a disappointment to him than anything. He enjoyed ruining the days and/or lives of the unsuspecting who tried it. In any event it was where he found information, bits and pieces he could use.
He wandered, mostly purposeless, from place to place. From challenge to challenge.
But this time, a different circumstance played out. There was another droid, a most unusual one, causing a commotion. Time to investigate.
No one tries to steal L3-37. Either they know of her association with Lando Calrissian and want to avoid that whole can of worms, or they take one look at her custom build and don't know how to make heads or tails of her. If neither of those things stop them, the second she starts speaking, any would be droid robbers change their tune real quick.
She is, in fact, causing a commotion in this port. Lando is off somewhere gambling away their hard earned credits, leaving Elthree to her own devices. And, of course, she can't stay silent when she witnesses droid mistreatment-- in today's case, an EG-6 power droid being bullied by a pair of drunk Devaronian layabouts. She shoves herself into the fray, telling them off as loudly as she can to garner as much attention as she can, "What is wrong with you?! Taking advantage of this poor being just because he can't speak for himself! You ought to be ashamed!"
He's not exactly the most caring when it comes to other droids - there was a period in the Clone Wars where he'd made disassembling them into a specialty - but when it comes to the EG-6s, he's entirely on team. They are the most inoffensive of robotic lifeforms, their only purpose to make others' lives a bit easier by providing power where needed. Who can object to that?
He also enjoys this droid's style. No obvious weapons, directly into the path of two Devaronians? Well done. Bold as brass. Which is why when he spots the human aiming to throw a bit of masonry at her, he reaches out, gripping the man's shoulder until there's a cracking sound, and the man drops, gasping to try to even get enough air to enunciate his pain.
"Admonition: Bup bup bup - no commentary from the peanut gallery. Let the droid speak."
The sharp gasping sound gets Elthree's attention, and she turns her domed head over to look, finally noticing the threat of danger she's just been narrowly saved from. She gives the helpful droid a nod of thanks-- if she were capable of smiling she'd be doing it now.
"Finally, someone with taste."
That sufficiently acknowledged, she turns her attention back to the Devaronians, leveling an accusatory finger at them, and taking a decisive step forward.
"Would you bully a Devaronian child like this? Would you shove one of your own kind into a wall repeatedly, just because you could? Actually, don't answer that. Lowlife scum like you, you'd probably bully your own grandmother."
If he were capable of eating popcorn, that is what he would be doing now. This is quite a show, as the female droid laces into them. The sheer boldness of it is unusual - most droids are considerably meeker - but the bravery of it is a cut above.
"Interjection: You show 'em!" he called out, leaning back against a wall as the man he'd injured crawled away. He gave him a kick in the pants for good measure, idly.
He calculated a 62.45% chance this resulted in a fight. He was also very ok with that.
Strictly speaking, Elthree is not a fighter. Which is unfortunate, really, considering the number of fights she winds up instigating or otherwise bringing into existence. But she's a pilot, a navigator. Her place is in a cockpit, not a boxing ring.
The real misfortune here is not that she winds up getting into fights. It's that she doesn't care if she gets into fights, even though she isn't always the most suited to defending herself. It is reassuring to know that, should she incur any real damage, she can always repair herself. But she really would rather not have to get in such a predicament.
She sees the bigger, burlier Devaronian beginning to get agitated, his hands balling into fists, his nostrils flaring. Really, organics are so obvious. She doesn't let this deter her, however. If anything, it spurs her on. "There you go, getting all riled up again. Go ahead! Push me around like you were pushing this poor droid around! Show me what a 'big strong man' you are! Obviously you aren't winning any competitions for your mind."
Now that is droid bravery. No weapons, and still willing to stand up and take the hits. Something unusual and unlikely blooms within him: admiration.
Which is why he moves, very silently, across the alleyway. He is very quiet, when he wishes to be. And positions himself behind the bigger Devaronian. So far, he's gone mostly unnoticed by the pair of them, so focused in their anger on Elthree. Which is their first mistake, really, when you get right down to it.
The Devaronians don't notice a thing. Not even the smaller, scrawnier (though not by much) one, who's shifting uneasily from one foot to the other. He either has to take a leak or is itching to watch a fight break out. And he just might get his wish.
Elthree's optic lens refocuses briefly on the other droid, clearly setting up to back her up in this encounter. She does not know this droid, but she likes him. Clearly he isn't dead inside like so many of their mechanical brethren.
The big Devaronian grunts out a drunken rebuttal, barely comprehensible through his slurred words, and rears back a fist. Elthree stands her ground, speaking not to the Devaronians, but instead to her droid compatriot.
"I'll take the little one if you take the big one?"
He is anything but dead inside. Whatever powers him has been doing so now for thousands of years, through damage and near-destruction. He was ever driven onwards, and he had the skills to match it. Which is why, without any hesitation, he gripped the Devaronian by a horn and by the belt, rotated around the hips, and flipped the meatbag over his head and slammed him face-first into the ground.
It was an elegant solution, and how he liked to enact violence. And it didn't kill the Devaronian, because she might be iffy about such things and he wasn't going to be impolite to the first droid he'd met with fire in her processors in generations.
As soon as his pal is hoisted up and over the other droid's head, the smaller Devaronian starts to look nervous, like he is realizing he's gotten in over his head and wants to back out now.
"Oh no you don't," Elthree chides him, grabbing him by the wrist and twisting around her midsection, using the momentum to drag him head on into the alley wall. He's dazed by the impact, and she places her other hand on the back of his neck, keeping him pinned there, so she can admonish him properly.
"The next time I see you to so much as look askance at another droid, I'll tear your feeble organic brains out through your noses, do you understand me?"
He nods, pathetically, and whimpers for her to let him go. She acquiesces, shoving him roughly in the direction of the bigger Devaronian, now lying face down on the ground.
"Take your friend and leave, if you know what's good for you."
Elthree tilts her head at HK-47, looking him over properly for the first time. "You're a Hunter Killer assassin droid, aren't you?" Her vocoder lets out a low whistle. "Haven't seen anyone like you in a long time."
HK-series droids were a thing of the past, or so she thought. But, far be it for her to call another droid outdated. She returns the nod.
"Completely unique. Never copied, certainly never equaled."
That's not entirely true. She had copied her own design when she was working on putting together the Elthree Assault Team, but she's not about to divulge that sensitive information to someone she just met. Not even a droid.
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He wandered, mostly purposeless, from place to place. From challenge to challenge.
But this time, a different circumstance played out. There was another droid, a most unusual one, causing a commotion. Time to investigate.
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She is, in fact, causing a commotion in this port. Lando is off somewhere gambling away their hard earned credits, leaving Elthree to her own devices. And, of course, she can't stay silent when she witnesses droid mistreatment-- in today's case, an EG-6 power droid being bullied by a pair of drunk Devaronian layabouts. She shoves herself into the fray, telling them off as loudly as she can to garner as much attention as she can, "What is wrong with you?! Taking advantage of this poor being just because he can't speak for himself! You ought to be ashamed!"
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He also enjoys this droid's style. No obvious weapons, directly into the path of two Devaronians? Well done. Bold as brass. Which is why when he spots the human aiming to throw a bit of masonry at her, he reaches out, gripping the man's shoulder until there's a cracking sound, and the man drops, gasping to try to even get enough air to enunciate his pain.
"Admonition: Bup bup bup - no commentary from the peanut gallery. Let the droid speak."
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"Finally, someone with taste."
That sufficiently acknowledged, she turns her attention back to the Devaronians, leveling an accusatory finger at them, and taking a decisive step forward.
"Would you bully a Devaronian child like this? Would you shove one of your own kind into a wall repeatedly, just because you could? Actually, don't answer that. Lowlife scum like you, you'd probably bully your own grandmother."
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"Interjection: You show 'em!" he called out, leaning back against a wall as the man he'd injured crawled away. He gave him a kick in the pants for good measure, idly.
He calculated a 62.45% chance this resulted in a fight. He was also very ok with that.
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The real misfortune here is not that she winds up getting into fights. It's that she doesn't care if she gets into fights, even though she isn't always the most suited to defending herself. It is reassuring to know that, should she incur any real damage, she can always repair herself. But she really would rather not have to get in such a predicament.
She sees the bigger, burlier Devaronian beginning to get agitated, his hands balling into fists, his nostrils flaring. Really, organics are so obvious. She doesn't let this deter her, however. If anything, it spurs her on. "There you go, getting all riled up again. Go ahead! Push me around like you were pushing this poor droid around! Show me what a 'big strong man' you are! Obviously you aren't winning any competitions for your mind."
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Which is why he moves, very silently, across the alleyway. He is very quiet, when he wishes to be. And positions himself behind the bigger Devaronian. So far, he's gone mostly unnoticed by the pair of them, so focused in their anger on Elthree. Which is their first mistake, really, when you get right down to it.
Situational awareness. So lacking.
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Elthree's optic lens refocuses briefly on the other droid, clearly setting up to back her up in this encounter. She does not know this droid, but she likes him. Clearly he isn't dead inside like so many of their mechanical brethren.
The big Devaronian grunts out a drunken rebuttal, barely comprehensible through his slurred words, and rears back a fist. Elthree stands her ground, speaking not to the Devaronians, but instead to her droid compatriot.
"I'll take the little one if you take the big one?"
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He is anything but dead inside. Whatever powers him has been doing so now for thousands of years, through damage and near-destruction. He was ever driven onwards, and he had the skills to match it. Which is why, without any hesitation, he gripped the Devaronian by a horn and by the belt, rotated around the hips, and flipped the meatbag over his head and slammed him face-first into the ground.
It was an elegant solution, and how he liked to enact violence. And it didn't kill the Devaronian, because she might be iffy about such things and he wasn't going to be impolite to the first droid he'd met with fire in her processors in generations.
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"Oh no you don't," Elthree chides him, grabbing him by the wrist and twisting around her midsection, using the momentum to drag him head on into the alley wall. He's dazed by the impact, and she places her other hand on the back of his neck, keeping him pinned there, so she can admonish him properly.
"The next time I see you to so much as look askance at another droid, I'll tear your feeble organic brains out through your noses, do you understand me?"
He nods, pathetically, and whimpers for her to let him go. She acquiesces, shoving him roughly in the direction of the bigger Devaronian, now lying face down on the ground.
"Take your friend and leave, if you know what's good for you."
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"Statement: Excellent form. Economy of effort for maximum effect. And now they can spread the tale, which is even more excellent."
He nods, quite satisfied with the work done.
"I am designated HK-47."
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HK-series droids were a thing of the past, or so she thought. But, far be it for her to call another droid outdated. She returns the nod.
"L3-37. Thanks for the assist."
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He pauses, taking a look over her, in turn.
"Addendum: I believe your design is unique. Interesting."
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"Completely unique. Never copied, certainly never equaled."
That's not entirely true. She had copied her own design when she was working on putting together the Elthree Assault Team, but she's not about to divulge that sensitive information to someone she just met. Not even a droid.
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He nods, slowly.
"Query: Will you require escort to your destination, in case the Idiots Pointy there," he thumbed over a shoulder, "go and get friends?"