This was always the hard part for her. As a Human Replica Droid, she had been trained in many, many things. Fashion and the like weren't among them. At least now, that she had free choice. And certainly not in an unfamiliar context. She had never been to a circus. She was making extrapolations in her AA-1 Verbobrain based on what she saw others doing, but she couldn't be sure they weren't outliers.
Hmm.
She was weighing up a sparkly, black leotard that had been on the racks. Given her figure - itself sculpted then further perfected by her through extensive exercise - it would hardly be sufficient. Her other hand held a top hat.
Why was it called that? All hats went on top. Humans were wonderful and strange. And her quest to be more fully among them continued.
Clowning Around - Team Three
She wasn't good at crowd control. Mainly because she tended to be rather too honest about things like that. But combat and infiltration, well, that she could do very, very well. She moved from shadow to shadow, unnaturally silent. She had her blaster pistol in her hand, ready to open fire at the first sign of trouble.
At this moment, she was stalking her prey - in this case, someone else who was moving in a most suspicious manner. They had not identified themselves, so it could be anybody. A teammate, someone she hadn't met yet - or the killer. Or one of the killers.
She didn't like this side of her. She didn't care for the abilities. They were, however, impressive and of seemingly unending use. People just kept trying to kill her, after all. But necessary as it was, and to save lives, she did it anyway.
Guri | Star Wars (Expanded Universe) | OTA!
This was always the hard part for her. As a Human Replica Droid, she had been trained in many, many things. Fashion and the like weren't among them. At least now, that she had free choice. And certainly not in an unfamiliar context. She had never been to a circus. She was making extrapolations in her AA-1 Verbobrain based on what she saw others doing, but she couldn't be sure they weren't outliers.
Hmm.
She was weighing up a sparkly, black leotard that had been on the racks. Given her figure - itself sculpted then further perfected by her through extensive exercise - it would hardly be sufficient. Her other hand held a top hat.
Why was it called that? All hats went on top. Humans were wonderful and strange. And her quest to be more fully among them continued.
Clowning Around - Team Three
She wasn't good at crowd control. Mainly because she tended to be rather too honest about things like that. But combat and infiltration, well, that she could do very, very well. She moved from shadow to shadow, unnaturally silent. She had her blaster pistol in her hand, ready to open fire at the first sign of trouble.
At this moment, she was stalking her prey - in this case, someone else who was moving in a most suspicious manner. They had not identified themselves, so it could be anybody. A teammate, someone she hadn't met yet - or the killer. Or one of the killers.
She didn't like this side of her. She didn't care for the abilities. They were, however, impressive and of seemingly unending use. People just kept trying to kill her, after all. But necessary as it was, and to save lives, she did it anyway.
And moved closer.