Military Democracy

[Goliath]

LSU-15 "Ellis"
Service Droid

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The destruction of Fort Riley was nothing short of a disaster. A tragedy no one would have expected to happen the way it did. Many lives were lost in that day with very little to recover. The Klaxon would only get to salvage what was ejected into space by the numerous breaches in the Fort's integrity. Everything else was either too difficult or too dangerous to recover. One of those things was a Service Droid with a scratched serial number and rust covering its joints. The paint was chipped, almost as if something heavy kicked the thing through a hull breach as it stood stationary. It took three days to unclog its joints, and three more to check thoroughly that this unit was in fact not some cheap attempt made by the Navy to track more stragglers.

Attempts were made to check its memory bank for information surrounding Fort Riley's demise - in detail. Those attempts were met failure not because the droid wanted to, but rather its directories being a complete mess. Nothing was in place other than a very well organized folder containing its previous owner's life from the first inanimate "friend" to the last, as well as long shifts spent cleaning latrines. LSU-15 (Latrine Sanitary Unit) was the droid's designation. It was programmed to enjoy such tasks. One could see in its creator's eyes, though. He did not enjoy any second of seeing his creation - friend, even - clean feces off the edges of Fort Riley's toilets day and night.

Nowadays LSU-15 has been given the same task as before - seeing as it was the only thing it was good at. It receives as much trust as it is given respect - none. And it doesn't appear to mind at all. And yet looks can be deceiving as it dared to step up and raise the volume of its voicebox to near maximum with a tremble trailing behind every word. It wasn't comfortable doing this, but it was still a member of The Klaxon's crew to an extent.

Chances are C-c-c-corsairs will only help The Klaxon as long as it benefits them. This Unit urges the crew to consider the following statement...

Its voicebox crackles as it loads an audio file. The process took an akward amount of time as silence filled the room.

...if something seems too good to be true, it probably is...

The droid continues its one-sided conversation with whoever wanted to listen. Whatever confidence left in it slowly falling
apart as nobody dared or cared enough to comment so far.

Citizenship. Maintenance. Sustenance. All guaranteed should the crew pledge loyalty to marauders. Has the crew considered who will it target? Is it civilians that the crew wish to sacrifice for its own gain? --

It wished to continue, but all the eyes had locked on its optics. A wave of shame, anxiety and fear washed over the cold scrap covering its basic frame. All this time it gestured with a certain fervor. With fire in its "heart", yet could not find out sooner it was occasionally throwing grime and other unwanted materials through the small, interlocking joints of its hands at anyone nearby.

With two clumsy legs it stepped down, hunching itself while looking at the floor hoping to fool the public that in fact it has simply run out of energy and needed to recharge.

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