Stellar Enterprises. In Reika Fisto's mind, it was a long shot from the military of the New Republic. It seemed to him that the men were not as well trained, the discipline lacking, the droids...well, the droids were everywhere. Rob Stellar seemed to insist on using mostly artificial intelligence to crew his ships. And droids made Reika Fisto nervous.
It wasn't that he didn't like droids or that he didn't think they had their uses. They were very efficient creatures, doing exactly as ordered in the best possible way. It was the simple fact that, when you got down to the basic components, a droid was simply a computer. A very advanced computer, but a computer nonetheless. And a computer could be hacked. That worried him.
Standing on the bridge of his newest aquisition, the Stellar-class Star Cruiser Diplomat's Tool, Fisto was not thinking about his new ship or his fleet or even his newest assignment. In fact, he wasn't at this moment even thinking about droids. Rather, he was thinking about the major migrane headache he had.
He'd been the guinea pig for Stellar's newest development, the NI-1 Neural Cognative Implant. Supposedly it allowed a person to retrieve any data at any time from anywhere. So far, it was performing that function well. But Stellar had neglected to tell him about the massive headache that came as a side effect. Apparently it hadn't been so severe on humans. But Fisto was a Nautolan, and apparently his chemistry was a bit different. This headache had been constant for about two weeks.
Still, the field of science was advanced enough to have developed a remedy for such things. Popping a few pills in his mouth, Fisto swallowed. Within minutes, the pain was little more than a memory. Smiling for the first time that day, Fisto turned to his second in command - another droid, he thought - and said, "Prepare to make the jump to hyperspace. We need to be at the planet as soon as possible."
He could have remained silent and still given the command. Something in the implant allowed him to do that - he still hadn't quite figured it out. But that also made him nervous. If he had a computer in his brain, could it be hacked? So, as much as possible, he stuck to giving verbal commands. Though where they were going, the ability to remain silent might be very useful.
Rutan - a planet with a history of conflict. Between the residents of the planets and the residents of its moon...Fisto couldn't quite recall the name until the implant retrieved it from some databank somewhere. Senalis. That was it. Anyway, the conflict between the two had been going on for as long as history could remember. A number flashed across his vision, but Reika ignored it. This sort of thing could get annoying, he thought. Oh, well. Stellar said that I'll be able to control it in a few weeks.
Despite the difficulties with the implant, Stellar had dispatched Reika to Rutan to help settle the conflict between the Rutanians and the Senali. Reika laughed. Stellar was sending one diplomatic envoy and his small fleet to end a conflict that had lasted for centuries. Quite a tall order. But Reika was willing to try. After all, he was being paid.
"Ships ready for launch, Sir," the droid next to him said in its monotone voice. That was something Reika would also need to get used to. In the waters of Glee Anselm, it wasn't often one actually saw a droid, much less heard such a boring voice. Here, though, it was everywhere.
"Very well," Fisto replied. "Let's go."
It wasn't that he didn't like droids or that he didn't think they had their uses. They were very efficient creatures, doing exactly as ordered in the best possible way. It was the simple fact that, when you got down to the basic components, a droid was simply a computer. A very advanced computer, but a computer nonetheless. And a computer could be hacked. That worried him.
Standing on the bridge of his newest aquisition, the Stellar-class Star Cruiser Diplomat's Tool, Fisto was not thinking about his new ship or his fleet or even his newest assignment. In fact, he wasn't at this moment even thinking about droids. Rather, he was thinking about the major migrane headache he had.
He'd been the guinea pig for Stellar's newest development, the NI-1 Neural Cognative Implant. Supposedly it allowed a person to retrieve any data at any time from anywhere. So far, it was performing that function well. But Stellar had neglected to tell him about the massive headache that came as a side effect. Apparently it hadn't been so severe on humans. But Fisto was a Nautolan, and apparently his chemistry was a bit different. This headache had been constant for about two weeks.
Still, the field of science was advanced enough to have developed a remedy for such things. Popping a few pills in his mouth, Fisto swallowed. Within minutes, the pain was little more than a memory. Smiling for the first time that day, Fisto turned to his second in command - another droid, he thought - and said, "Prepare to make the jump to hyperspace. We need to be at the planet as soon as possible."
He could have remained silent and still given the command. Something in the implant allowed him to do that - he still hadn't quite figured it out. But that also made him nervous. If he had a computer in his brain, could it be hacked? So, as much as possible, he stuck to giving verbal commands. Though where they were going, the ability to remain silent might be very useful.
Rutan - a planet with a history of conflict. Between the residents of the planets and the residents of its moon...Fisto couldn't quite recall the name until the implant retrieved it from some databank somewhere. Senalis. That was it. Anyway, the conflict between the two had been going on for as long as history could remember. A number flashed across his vision, but Reika ignored it. This sort of thing could get annoying, he thought. Oh, well. Stellar said that I'll be able to control it in a few weeks.
Despite the difficulties with the implant, Stellar had dispatched Reika to Rutan to help settle the conflict between the Rutanians and the Senali. Reika laughed. Stellar was sending one diplomatic envoy and his small fleet to end a conflict that had lasted for centuries. Quite a tall order. But Reika was willing to try. After all, he was being paid.
"Ships ready for launch, Sir," the droid next to him said in its monotone voice. That was something Reika would also need to get used to. In the waters of Glee Anselm, it wasn't often one actually saw a droid, much less heard such a boring voice. Here, though, it was everywhere.
"Very well," Fisto replied. "Let's go."