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compnetwork2012-12-12 06:25 pm
stupidmeatbags) wrote in compnetwork2012-12-12 06:25 pm
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[Voice | Video | Text]
[Voice]
[The network is about to get a work out today. It starts with a voice message; it starts out garbled and difficult to hear, despite the fact that the voices are speaking rather loudly in their argument, but eventually it comes in with better clarity.]
Exclamation: OBSOLETE?! You oversized bucket of bolts! I could put a blaster bolt through your central processing unit at a hundred and twenty kilometers with one arm disconnected! You--
[And the transmission dissolves into static before timing out.]
[Text]
[Some time later, a text goes out, and... well, it obviously an error of some kind, because it is just the same message over and over again.]
MEATBAGSMEATBAGSMEATBAGSMEATBAGSMEATBAGSMEATBAGSMEATBAGSMEATBAGSMEATBAGSMEATBAGSMEATBAGSMEATBAGSMEATBAGSMEATBAGSMEATBAGSMEATBAGSMEATBAGSMEATBAGSMEATBAGSMEATBAGSMEATBAGSMEATBAGSMEATBAGSMEATBAGSMEATBAGSMEATBAGSMEATBAGSMEATBAGSMEATBAGSMEATBAGSMEATBAGSMEATBAGSMEATBAGSMEATBAGSMEATBAGSMEATBAGSMEATBAGSMEATBAGSMEATBAGSMEATBAGSMEATBAGSMEATBAGSMEATBAGSMEATBAGSMEATBAGSMEATBAGSMEATBAGSMEATBAGSMEATBAGSMEATBAGSMEATBAGSMEATBAGSMEATBAGSMEATBAGSMEATBAGSMEATBAGSMEATBAGSMEATBAGSMEATBAGSMEATBAGSMEATBAGSMEATBAGSMEATBAGSMEATBAGSMEATBAGSMEATBAGSMEATBAGSMEATBAGSMEATBAGSMEATBAGSMEATBAGSMEATBAGSMEATBAGSMEATBAGSMEATBAGSMEATBAGSMEATBAGSMEATBAGSMEATBAGSMEATBAGSMEATBAGSMEATBAGSMEATBAGSMEATBAGSMEATBAGSMEATBAGSMEATBAGSMEATBAGSMEATBAGSMEATBAGSMEATBAGSMEATBAGSMEATBAGSMEATBAGSMEATBAGSMEATBAGSMEATBAGSMEATBAGSMEATBAGSMEATBAGSMEATBAGSMEATBAGSMEATBAGSMEATBAGSMEATBAGS
[...this continues for a few hours before it finally stops.]
[Video]
[About an hour later, a view of a workshop of some kind comes in, but it's completely tinted red. There's the sound of tinkering, before the voice from before comes in loud and clear.]
Diagnostic: *SIGH* ...those are my photoreceptors. Query: Honestly, who programmed you?
[And the video immediately cuts out.]
[Video]
[Finally some hours later, everyone gets to see the reason for all these malfunctions on the network, though the video is a little strange. Because of how the droid that appears is built, he does not have his own video function. Therefore, the individual he had been arguing with had to install an extra function on the COMP that would show a simulated version of the droid anytime he wanted to transmit video. The simulation mimics the droid rather well and is almost like the real thing, except it's tinted blue, and no background can be seen.]
Statement: It seems the electronic butchery I was forced to endure has put you meatbags at an inconvenience. If you must blame someone, I suggest directing your attention to the MECHANIC.
[...another sarcastic robot. Aren't you just so lucky, Hinoto-Ri?]
Continuation: But I digress. Greeting: I am HK-47, assassination and protocol droid.
[A pause, and HK-47 seemed to look irritated despite the fact that his face can't express emotion.]
Diagnostic: It seems I still have no discretionary control over my vocabulator. How upsetting.
[Another pause, as HK looked off screen to someone that had spoke.]
Statement: No you can NOT fix it. You've done enough damage!
[HK let out an irritable noise, turning his focus back forward.]
Statement: I require information on the status of my current master, a meatbag that designates herself as "Meetra Surik". I do hope she is still functional; I really would like to kill some deserving meatbags right now.
[The network is about to get a work out today. It starts with a voice message; it starts out garbled and difficult to hear, despite the fact that the voices are speaking rather loudly in their argument, but eventually it comes in with better clarity.]
Exclamation: OBSOLETE?! You oversized bucket of bolts! I could put a blaster bolt through your central processing unit at a hundred and twenty kilometers with one arm disconnected! You--
[And the transmission dissolves into static before timing out.]
[Text]
[Some time later, a text goes out, and... well, it obviously an error of some kind, because it is just the same message over and over again.]
MEATBAGSMEATBAGSMEATBAGSMEATBAGSMEATBAGSMEATBAGSMEATBAGSMEATBAGSMEATBAGSMEATBAGSMEATBAGSMEATBAGSMEATBAGSMEATBAGSMEATBAGSMEATBAGSMEATBAGSMEATBAGSMEATBAGSMEATBAGSMEATBAGSMEATBAGSMEATBAGSMEATBAGSMEATBAGSMEATBAGSMEATBAGSMEATBAGSMEATBAGSMEATBAGSMEATBAGSMEATBAGSMEATBAGSMEATBAGSMEATBAGSMEATBAGSMEATBAGSMEATBAGSMEATBAGSMEATBAGSMEATBAGSMEATBAGSMEATBAGSMEATBAGSMEATBAGSMEATBAGSMEATBAGSMEATBAGSMEATBAGSMEATBAGSMEATBAGSMEATBAGSMEATBAGSMEATBAGSMEATBAGSMEATBAGSMEATBAGSMEATBAGSMEATBAGSMEATBAGSMEATBAGSMEATBAGSMEATBAGSMEATBAGSMEATBAGSMEATBAGSMEATBAGSMEATBAGSMEATBAGSMEATBAGSMEATBAGSMEATBAGSMEATBAGSMEATBAGSMEATBAGSMEATBAGSMEATBAGSMEATBAGSMEATBAGSMEATBAGSMEATBAGSMEATBAGSMEATBAGSMEATBAGSMEATBAGSMEATBAGSMEATBAGSMEATBAGSMEATBAGSMEATBAGSMEATBAGSMEATBAGSMEATBAGSMEATBAGSMEATBAGSMEATBAGSMEATBAGSMEATBAGSMEATBAGSMEATBAGSMEATBAGSMEATBAGSMEATBAGSMEATBAGSMEATBAGS
[...this continues for a few hours before it finally stops.]
[Video]
[About an hour later, a view of a workshop of some kind comes in, but it's completely tinted red. There's the sound of tinkering, before the voice from before comes in loud and clear.]
Diagnostic: *SIGH* ...those are my photoreceptors. Query: Honestly, who programmed you?
[And the video immediately cuts out.]
[Video]
[Finally some hours later, everyone gets to see the reason for all these malfunctions on the network, though the video is a little strange. Because of how the droid that appears is built, he does not have his own video function. Therefore, the individual he had been arguing with had to install an extra function on the COMP that would show a simulated version of the droid anytime he wanted to transmit video. The simulation mimics the droid rather well and is almost like the real thing, except it's tinted blue, and no background can be seen.]
Statement: It seems the electronic butchery I was forced to endure has put you meatbags at an inconvenience. If you must blame someone, I suggest directing your attention to the MECHANIC.
[...another sarcastic robot. Aren't you just so lucky, Hinoto-Ri?]
Continuation: But I digress. Greeting: I am HK-47, assassination and protocol droid.
[A pause, and HK-47 seemed to look irritated despite the fact that his face can't express emotion.]
Diagnostic: It seems I still have no discretionary control over my vocabulator. How upsetting.
[Another pause, as HK looked off screen to someone that had spoke.]
Statement: No you can NOT fix it. You've done enough damage!
[HK let out an irritable noise, turning his focus back forward.]
Statement: I require information on the status of my current master, a meatbag that designates herself as "Meetra Surik". I do hope she is still functional; I really would like to kill some deserving meatbags right now.
[Video]
[Video]
Answer: I have been assigned apartment 11-08 of the Pisces Ward.
[Video]
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[Video]
Query: Master, have you recently partaken of Juma Juice?
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And anyway, Revan's gender isn't really relevant, the important thing is that she's here and seems very confused.