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Atton hated the Jedi Archives. Entirely too many hard-working people, and far too many droids.
One droid in particular was peering at him, yellow lights painfully bright. “Was there something you wished to research, Master Rand?”
“Force ghosts.”
“If you could narrow your search down, I would appreciate it,” the droid said snippily, folding its arms. Atton wondered which bright spark decided to give it the personality of a grumpy librarian. “The archive’s data on Force ghosts would take almost three days to sort through.”
“Force ghosts possessing artifacts,” Atton replied, flicking his eyes around to glare at the droid. It glared back. Atton found himself resenting the droid for its inability to blink. “That should be fairly unusual.”
“Oh, indeed, Master. Most ghosts are tied to buildings or places. I’ll begin a search at once!” The droid appeared to have had an abrupt mood swing, from angry to delighted.
“While you’re at it,” Atton rubbed his eyes wearily, “access the security systems and check on my brother. Make sure he’s not getting into any trouble.”
“Your brother is currently in your quarters, Master, talking with Grand Master Mical. Would you like me to divert the flow of oxygen away from that area?”
“I - What?!”
The droid was the very picture of innocence. “I’d set off an alert, Master. It’d simply force them to leave the room, and Grand Master Mical would have to depart to check on what he would believe to be a system malfunction, thus saving you from the inevitable embarassment of your brother sharing any childhood stories with the Grand Master.”
Atton considered. “Well, go on, then.”
“As you command, Master. I’ve finished compiling the data you requested.”
“Download it to my datapad.”
“As you command, Master.”
One droid in particular was peering at him, yellow lights painfully bright. “Was there something you wished to research, Master Rand?”
“Force ghosts.”
“If you could narrow your search down, I would appreciate it,” the droid said snippily, folding its arms. Atton wondered which bright spark decided to give it the personality of a grumpy librarian. “The archive’s data on Force ghosts would take almost three days to sort through.”
“Force ghosts possessing artifacts,” Atton replied, flicking his eyes around to glare at the droid. It glared back. Atton found himself resenting the droid for its inability to blink. “That should be fairly unusual.”
“Oh, indeed, Master. Most ghosts are tied to buildings or places. I’ll begin a search at once!” The droid appeared to have had an abrupt mood swing, from angry to delighted.
“While you’re at it,” Atton rubbed his eyes wearily, “access the security systems and check on my brother. Make sure he’s not getting into any trouble.”
“Your brother is currently in your quarters, Master, talking with Grand Master Mical. Would you like me to divert the flow of oxygen away from that area?”
“I - What?!”
The droid was the very picture of innocence. “I’d set off an alert, Master. It’d simply force them to leave the room, and Grand Master Mical would have to depart to check on what he would believe to be a system malfunction, thus saving you from the inevitable embarassment of your brother sharing any childhood stories with the Grand Master.”
Atton considered. “Well, go on, then.”
“As you command, Master. I’ve finished compiling the data you requested.”
“Download it to my datapad.”
“As you command, Master.”
