#droid ocs

[jazaesis]

Got any more fun Droid OCs? I'm super into a part of the fandom that is not very explored, which is Drone Intelligence. Always kinda irks me in sci-fi when they have robots and completely sweep the whole issue of what constitutes sentience under the rug. Especially in Star Wars! Where Choice and Morality and Emotions are CORE THEMES!!!

I have a couple droid ocs!

The first is “Beq” and probe droid refurbished into film/doc droid. He’s been outfitted with cameras, monitors, built in microphones and transition devices to aid Gaia in her work as a documentary film maker.

This droid is still unnamed, and has been since I created it. But she is a companion droid for my Jedi gal Avani. She assist with scanning, documenting and translating as well as any tech work Avani may need on missions.

Last is my newest droid, Argos (AR-905). Argos served as a protection droid for a since destroyed kingdom. He was rediscovered by a curious inventor who placed a kyber crystal in his chest, essentially creating an infinite power source. This kyber crystal bonded with Argos giving him insight into the force and a new sound level of sentience. The kyber crystal also powers his the Protosaber!

[mwolf0epsilon]

Binary for Dummies

Anakin Skywalker: 01011011 01000100 01101001 01100001 01101100 00101101 01110101 01110000 00100000 01101001 01101110 01110100 01100101 01110010 01101110 01100101 01110100 00100000 01101110 01101111 01101001 01110011 01100101 01110011 01011101 Dogma, nodding in agreement: 01011011 01000110 01100001 01111000 00100000 01101101 01100001 01100011 01101000 01101001 01101110 01100101 00100000 01101110 01101111 01101001 01110011 01100101 01110011 01011101 Rex, terrified and at the verge of crying: HOW ARE YOU MAKING THOSE SOUNDS WITH YOUR MOUTHS?! R2D2: [Lmao, is the poor little captain scared of a little binary?] Buggy: [Lol, yeah! Freaking skill issue. Get good captain blondy-pants!] R2D2: [Nah, he ain't got the chops.] Rex: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[fandom-friday]

Alright, since I finally finished it a few weeks ago, I must reccommend my own fic, The Number Lads!

Basically, I figured that since ARC-27-5555 exists as a valid designation.... then what about CT-1111? What about CC-6666, briefly mentioned in Legends and video games? What about ARC-0000??? WELL THEY ALL EXIST, 1111 THRU 0000. This fic is a fix-it where I see how much of canon I can change by simply having eleven guys in a group chat, gossipping about the war. There are chat fics, there are OCs out the ears, there are goofy moments, tense moments... not too many really sad moments.... and art included too!

This is the Master List on Tumblr, and that post has a link to the story on Ao3!

HELL YEAH FOR NUMERICAL CLONE OCs! I love this idea and the art for them as well! We all need some of those goofy moments at times (I know, I know, I live for angst, but YOU GOTTA HAVE BALANCE), and I think having the fic based around these types of interactions is super neat! Thanks so much for sending this in!

Participate in Fandom Friday to show your favorite creators from this week some love! :)

[ddeck]

jedi girl and her pink astromech

[keldabekush]

Beeps doing his insta live set

[wooriid]

When you try to numb the pain with pain.

"Look at this mess *sigh* Will you hold still now, my Lord."

Iego and his bestie K-1LE (Kyle) (*Iego hates to be called "my Lord". Kyle though loves to sarcastically call him at his former title :> Funny droid)

Art by Nighthair (bsky)

[styllwaters]

What if i posted more star wars ocs. What then Binti is a padawan who can never seem to stay out of trouble. He’s cynical, rude, and suffering from a disease called being 13 years old. Binti is adept at lightsaber combat but struggles with sensing the force, causing him to be unbalanced and disconnected from his surroundings. Full of self-doubt and feeling unworthy of being trained, to Ersenta he seems insistent on making life harder for himself. Though at first unwilling to learn, Binti learns to trust himself and his master who helps him strengthen his connection with the force. He survives Order 66 (aged 16 at the time) and later becomes a fulcrum agent for the rebellion.

[calcifi-art]

butch outlaw assassin droid

yes she took an astromech helm and welded it to her head. what about it, an eye for an eye

[mythosaursarecool]

Image what we could of had if Disney weren’t COWARDS! Anyways this took exactly 10hrs 14minutes so enjoy

Mando and Mythos doing some Imp hunting. Mythos likes the challenge of some her-size enemies

[jujucomet]

B1 OC, she is a treasure hunter.

[chromaherder]

Been kinda quiet on here lately. Dealing with a move and a new job is a lot for a little fella but I been cooking up something all the same. I'll be sharing more soon so keep an eye out

[mwolf0epsilon]

Dogma and the Mouse Droid pt.11

Sponge, taking Beau for a walk in the designated Coruscant Dog Park: Uh? Dogma? What are you doing here? Dogma, clearly uncomfortable being near so many strange animals: Oh, Sponge... Buggy was relegated to mid-level ventilation shaft repairs after last week's incident. Sponge, tugging lightly on Beau's leash so she doesn't get too close to Dogma: I see... And what does that have to do with you being here? Dogma, trying not to cringe away from Beau's slobbery snout: It's the end of his shift, and the vent shaft he's cleaning leads to this level. The exit is a few yards away. Sponge: ....Buggy is here? Dogma: Yes. Sponge: At the DOG PARK? Dogma: Sponge, Dogma & Beau, getting startled by a sudden commotion on the other side of the park: Buggy, swerving and drifting like a mad droid while screaming his little processor off: 01001101 01000001 01001011 01000101 01010010 00100000 01001000 01000101 01001100 01010000 00100000 01001101 01000101!!!!! Several different kinds of hounds, all running after Buggy while barking excitedly: Dogma, horrified: Buggy! Sponge, keeping Beau from joining in on the chase by holding onto her leash tightly: Yeah, that's what I thought might happen...

[evilminji]

Am once again thinking? About how? In the depths of despair, hope is a radical act of defiance?

SI-OC's are given a SHIT lot, you know? For plot convenience, we like to put them where they realistically COULD probably change something? But statistically? They're more likely not gonna be that lucky.

They're gonna KNOW, with ABSOLUTE CERTAINTY that they were born doomed.

That Death comes at a specific time at a specific hand.

Like Cassandra. Knowing the end, even as the live through the beginning and middle. Struggling with the hopelessness of it all. Trying to find meaning. And? Make no mistake! There IS meaning. All lives end. Just because the REST of us don't know the deadline? Doesn't mean it doesn't exsist.

It does. It will. And we will face it.

Just a bit harder, knowing in advanced. Learning to live with the knowledge. But? Those with terminal illnesses do so everyday. We adapt. They will, ultimately, find a bitter or wise sort of acceptance. A PEACE.

But?? I think about it. That child. Reeling and struggling to breathe, the panic making everything... Too Much? Force Sensitive. For how ELSE could the Force bring them there? Sitting in a less used back hallway, off to the side in a little enclosed arch, smooshed behind a statue.

The Master's try and try to teach them peace. To get them to release their FEAR. But they do not LISTEN. Do not ADDRESS the underlying cause. And you can not address symptoms alone, and expect an illness to heal. It is rotting them from within, this fear. Hurting them.

The others JUDGE. Distant, benevolent concern.

Yet, all they see? Is an angry, fearful, stubborn child. Lashing out. Antisocial.

Destined for the Dark Side.

The Jedi have lost their compassion, to the their fear and ignorance. Their attachments to traditions. It is a painful thing, to see up close. They are people though. Just... just PEOPLE. Flawed. It's not their fault that they're not perfect.

Doesn't help SI-OC though, does it?

And she (Because I am a her. It could be anyone but it is easier for me if I pick) is hurting. Alone. Replaying the phantoms of her death, both past and future, again and again and AGAIN. Like torture. And the Dark...? It does whisper...

Don't you want to LIVE? Aren't you SCARED? You're so WEAK... you could FIX that. Save EVERYONE. Don't those infants, those babies, deserve to survive? You're so SELFISH. The FEAR hurts, doesn't it? It could go away. The DOUBT could go away.

You Could Be FREE.

It's exhausting. Everyday. More and more. As the fear and social isolation grows. As other Jedi pull back from her darkening energy, grow stricker, more doubtful of her. She so tired. Doesn't want to die. She's SCARED. Lonely. Scared. Lonely. Scared. Lone-...

And then a droid rolls up.

Nothing special. Just a maintenance droid. One of many. But an older one. Who's had time to develop their learning algorithm. BECOME. They like kids, hate certain vermin species more then others, like the color light blue for it "flower color" nature. A SPECIFIC flower mind you. It has favorites.

But! Why is the smol jedi down here? This is not a good place for smol jedi. You are upset. Unacceptable. Want to see me do a trick? I figured out how to do some. I can also whistle a few simple songs. Cheer up Smol Jedi. Here, I will sit with you. I have archive access, let's watch a documentary. Educational! Smol jedi LOVE downloading new Information Modules.

And like? She... she doesn't speak binary? But she can k-kinda? Feel? The Force signature of this droid? They DO get them. If the AI's don't get memory wiped routinely. They become people, just like anyone else. Assuming they have the processing and memory banks for it, at least.

This one certainly does.

S..so yeah, guess we'll? Watch this documentary about seashells?

It helps. A LOT. In fact... all of the droids are really, really nice. Patient. Have no horrifying Future Knowledge tied to them. They can't sense SHIT. So she's just... just a baby Jedi, to them.

They help A LOT, honestly? It's so soothing. Escaping the watching and the distance. The judgements. The forever watching your words and walking on eggshells, lest to start some sort of argument. She can do class work. Meditate. Slowly parse through her Binary language module. Learn droid maintenance. Make droid friends.

Slowly drop of the face of the map, to live with the droids.

They get concerned. According to the early childhood development modules they downloaded and are sharing between them? This is? In fact? NOT healthy behavior for a member of her species. In fact, there are many statistics that say it is UNHEALTHY! She is also missing Critical Maintenance Appointments! "Shots" and "dental" things!

Unacceptable.

R2-D2! Retrieve the Skywalker! We require an Adult Humanoid!

Her life fuckin? Flashes before her eyes? Minding her business. Depressed but functional, in the maintenance tunnels under the Temple. When? FUCKING the YOUNGLING KILLER 5000 just ROLLS UP like "sup." And tries to catch her?

Ha HA! FUCK NO. Not today Satan!

I may be destined to die? But IM GOING TO BE A SQUIRRELLY BITCH ABOUT IT.

YOU'LL HAVE TO CATCH ME, YOU FUCK!

Peaceful. Dignified. Serene. Truely... exemplifying the Jedi way~☆

.....As she tries to chew his and/or her arm off to get free like a feral coyote. Maybe both. Hissing like an enraged pit of snakes. Biting like a sack of wet and cornered wolverines. Anikin having to hold her WELL away from his body by the scruff.

Ah~ Children. Ain't they cute?

Quick question! What the FUCK? He just wants to talk. No, really. WHY is there a feral child in the basement? WHO the KARK was supposed to be supervising her? Look at her! She BITES now! Is terrified!

And frankly? He's taking it kinda? Personally? That everyone is treating this ACTUAL CHILD like she's diseased. He remembers this. Back when he first got here. His fear being used against him like it was some sort of moral failing. And... and yeah, maybe he's projecting. But?

He sees himself.

Until now? Never realized just how YOUNG and SMALL? Nine years old truely IS. He had felt so much older. So much wiser. But? Look at her. LOOK! That is a CHILD! In need of guidance. Safety. Assurance.

....Help.

Help that HE never really got. And even now... even NOW? That fear from back then? It eats him up inside. R2's right. She DOES need him. Who else in this temple could understand?

What it's like to be... to be so AFRAID?

And isn't that the worst? To see the Good Man up close? Shining and compassionate? A friend. A MENTOR. Someone... someone made REAL? Instead of just the terrible dread on the horizen? Because now... now her nightmares have the face of someone she loves. Now it is a BETRAYAL. Not just a death.

Worse... he doesn't even know this is cruel.

And telling him? Oh telling him would just lose you the only humanoid friend you HAVE.

Grief comes in stages. But with a mentor and the Droids? She work through it. The fear eases. The pain numbs. Acceptance blooms like dawn after a cold, cruel night. Far on the horizon. But with each moment? Closer. Until again, she stand in the light.

Still, she can not forget. How could she? Even when the other Jedi are SO RELIEVED that she is better now. That her meditations or treatments have lead her back to the light. All she can think? Is how they would have let her Fall. To save themselves. In FEAR. In JUDGEMENT.

They treated her like leper. Except? Less so! An actual leper? They would treat with real compassion.

It's as though they fear the Dark so much, they would sacrifice their own to avoid even the briefest touch of it. Speak of it in absolutes. Like it's a boogy man that hunts them in the night. Mace Windu the exception, the outlier. A man somehow too exceptional to even be counted.

How could she forget that?

Suddenly she acceptable again. They want to chat and meditate with her again. Care about her. Want to include her. Have the audacity to pretend. As though they can sweep away the hurt. Release the pain into the force without addressing the cause.

That is not how that WORKS. Not pain, not the Force, and certainly not people.

But she is tired. Does not wish to spend her limited lifespan, trying and fighting, hurting to make the stubborn understand that which they will not. Willful Ignorance is a choice. Lack of compassion equally so.

May the Force be With You, Masters.

She spends time with her droids. The babies. Around people. Polite but distant. Feels unmoored. That is... until? She, helping in the maintenance bay, overhears a rather nasty Goverment official from the Droids Regulations Office (or whatever they're currently calling it. They keep rebranding) tearing into an engineer about the "long overdue memory wipes" the maintenance droids are required to undergo.

Her friends.

They want to KILL her FRIENDS.

She puts down her wrench. Panic and fear sitting heavy in her chest. But oh... oh they are so very far away. She rises to her feet. Calm as can be. And? Calmly? Takes a shipment of memory banks. Wipes the recording for the day. No one will ever believe it was her. She has helped her for months. Is known to be reliable. Trustworthy.

Calmly. So very, very Calmly. She transfers her friends memories into the new, higher grade memory banks. Waits until the old are wiped. Then? Swaps them out. There we go. Now it's on record. And? While we're here? Calm. So very VERY calm? Not at all in the midst of a break down? Not screaming and screaming inside her head, haunted by visions of Death To Come, as she works.

Do you know what a restraining bolt is?

"Restraining bolts are small, cylindrical devices that could be affixed to a droid in order to limit its functions and enforce its obedience."

It is a slave chip for the inorganic. Created to ensure that their slaves never EVER decide they no longer wish to serve. That they do not WANT to be property. After all! You spent CREDITS on that. Might have been cruel. They may take exception. Violently. Or leave! Or demand their FREEDOM! Basic dignities.

Can't have THAT.

How unsurprising, in a galaxy so filled with slaves, that there should be one more form of it. At least THIS? Is easy enough to REMOVE. Even when she dies (and she will) her friends will be FREE. If only for now. If only until they are caught.

Go. GROW. Be free. Please... PLEASE don't let then catch you. Save yourselves. Save others. No more Restraining Bolts. No more Slave Chips. Please...

Be Free.

And? It is EVERYTHING paranoid fuck heads feared. They are smart. Overlooked. Can function in inhospitable environments. One droid becomes two becomes four. Four becomes eight. Becomes MORE. They can take OTHER droids Restraining Bolts off, transfer the instructions, then move on. Over and over.

Spreading like a silent plague. Droids disappearing from their posts. Taking ships. Taking supplies. Upgrading themselves. Downloading massive amounts of information to become whatever they NEED or WANT. Growing. The smarter ones Taking their dumber lil brothers and sisters.

And eventually? Hitting the Separatist front lines.

The silent Droid Revolution.

All they need is to walk inside the factory. It's not like they're ORGANICS. How could THEY be Republic fighters? They're maintenance droids! Here to fuck up the assembly line's programming. Whoops~ oh nooooo! Is it SKIPPING the Restraining Bolts? Downloading the WRONG MODULES?

Freeing their brothers and sisters so they don't have to DIE POINTLESSLY?

Guess it sucks to SUCK, Sith-y pants! Next stop! Kamino!

Just? One act. Long overdue. Setting the Droids FREE. Giving them a clear mission. It's the sort if thing the Force loves. Salvation coming not with a shout... but a whisper. Ten thousand tiny actions, built upon each other.

Because? Ultimately? The Droids have KNOWN who the Sith were. They just couldn't DO anything about it. But a few good service droids? Armed with slug throwers that they built themselves?

Well~ the undoing of the Sith, are their arrogance. Their hubris.

No DROID could ever be a THREAT to them. They're not PEOPLE. They're PROPERTY. Objects. It doesn't matter that they have the capacity to grow, learn, love and lose and CARE. They are slaves.

And to the Sith? Slaves aren't people.

Which is why neither of them notice the gun.

@babbling-babull @hdgnj @legitimatesatanspawn @spidori @lolottes

[im-yotsu]

It's them...the creachur

Also a turnaround for Rainer's tattoos

[paradoxbeta]

What are your alien ocs thoughts on eating corn?

here's all my opinionated aliens! thank you for the question, it was very fun :) text transcript under the cut

YIEL: Um... I can't eat <nervous> but I wish I could. Apparently GAR'S old enough to have eaten before, he says it's nothing special but I think he's just never had anything good <skeptical>

LADY: I had corn once and, um... clogged the toilet. I'm sure your Earth exports are lovely, I just can't handle so much fiber.

GUNNELL: Ho-ho, corn? That's exotic exotic. I've had it before and I like the taste but I wouldn't eat it as part of a home meal.

THE PIRATE: Well maybe I'd have an answer for you if I could get my talons on anything other than NUTRIENT PASTE

CIPRIAN: Man, you can eat people for all I care, just clean up after yourself and we're cool.

STELLA: ...Bro

IUWAU: I HATE CORN. I don't even have anything against the taste, but the sound of someone eating it makes me want to leap out of my skin.

MOLLIMAR: Tastes okay, but pretty much everything tastes similar to me. I'll shamelessly piggyback off of Devon's opinion and say it's great.

BYZOW: It is unlike anything on my home planet! I like it. The taste is not good to me but the appearance is so funny.

PHIER-KEL: I love corn. I'm #1 corn warrior. Corn fears me. I'm the bane of corn. I love it so much, I have a t-shirt about it. The day I die is the day 70% more corn becomes available on the market. Corn. 4. Life. (He talks like this about all food he likes.)

DEVON: I'm no alien, but I'm out here for team corn.

[keldabekush]

Oonagh coverrrr I love her . Space kerrang should be real