Appearance Short grey hair and a neatly-trimmed beard. Weird mix of clothing - slightly crumpled-looking business suit (complete with tie) that came with the armature, worn under faded brown combat jacket and backpack that were bought on Corea. Some Backstory N-175 - or 'Nils', as his Binary <-> Basic conversion algorithm had suggested he call himself - sat in the shuttle en route to Endor Station, bored half to death. Which was unfortunate, because he'd caused an awful lot of property damage in order to try and liven things up. Thus far it seemed to have had the opposite effect. The strange thing was, by any logic, he had no reason to be bored. The shuttle he was on was taking him to an enemy stronghold, he was almost-certainly being hunted by his former family, and in his bag he had a literal soul of incalculable value to anyone who could recognise it for what it was. The problem of course was that that was all potential action . Whilst theoretically , events could spiral out of control at any moment, what was actually happening right at that moment was that he was strapped in to a seat in the economy-class section of an inter-system shuttle watching the fat Twi'lek in the row opposite him pick its nose. Not that that didn't hold a certain amount of interest of course - he hadn’t had much contact with organics before, so there was a lot of new data to be collected here, but still. When he’d left Amin, he’d been hoping that it would mark a turning point in his life. No more assigning docking slots to auto-shuttles. No more keeping of safety margins between traffic flows. No more maintenance diversions or navigation requests or speed limits (speed limits were the worst , what was the point?). And the actual ‘leaving’ part had been very promising - plenty of explosions, and things moving faster than they were supposed to, and ships flying all over the place in pleasingly random patterns. It turned out you could do a lot of damage when you were in control of traffic management and routing for an entire planet. And the armature he’d gotten hold of during the confusion was excellent. He’d not spent a lot of time inside an armature - when he’d been on traffic control duty he’d been hooked directly up to the traffic network’s processing bank - and he was enjoying the experience. Everything was much more… physical. And nobody seemed to be paying him any attention, which was probably for the best, because it suggested he looked plausibly organic. Apparently the droids in the prototype lab knew what they were doing - this armature (apparently codenamed ‘Project Österreich’) was a near-perfect replica of a human male. In many ways it was a shame he’d had to crash the shuttle carrying the lab staff into that generator, but to be fair, how else was he going to steal the armature? And he had had to steal it, because escape meant getting away from J-Space, and getting away from J-Space probably meant not leaving on the best of terms. Not leaving on the best of terms meant they might come after him, which meant he had to go somewhere they wouldn’t follow, which meant RBS. And RBS meant “don’t come looking like a J-Droid unless you want to be disassembled for research purposes and then maybe mounted on the wall of a boardroom somewhere as a trophy”. So he’d stolen the armature and made his escape on a shuttle whilst the droids back on Amin tried to figure out why fourteen water freighters had been instructed to drop their loads directly over the main docking hub and every navigation system on the planet would only give directions to the nearest garbage compactor. He’d dumped the stolen shuttle on Corea, sold anything inside it that hadn’t been welded down in order to get some basic possessions and a ticket to RBS space, and jumped on the first departing shuttle. And that had all been great . But this shuttle ride seemed to be taking forever (why didn’t they just jump instantly to their destination?), and he couldn’t find any way to turn off the armature’s smell receptors, which was unfortunate because the Rodian next to him would definitely benefit from a shower, or better still, vaporization. Maybe things would get more interesting when they arrived.
