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Send your muse's top 3 songs.

1:

2:

3: Not a single song, but one of my favourite albums.

4: Song that is very interesting on the audio technical side. Love it.

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Comrades

CIS Battle Droids

A fourth-degree or class four droid was a droid programmed for military and security purposes.

Such droids tended to perform tasks wherein violence or combat might be expected.

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Have you ever looked into composing music?

“Yes I have. Usually on long space craft trips. I always find those very boring  and like to keep my mind occupied with something. And I always find the views so mesmerizing and inspiring.”

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“I respect your opinion even though it is absolutely wrong.”

"What is your favourite droid model?"

“Oh protocol droids, definitely. They are so useful!”

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“My goodness Aniasis, you really are no fun today. Here I was trying to cheer you up with a joke, but in return I got a pretty indifferent response. A response which, to be honest, really does not have enough backbone to register as a threat.”

“You ought to put more volume behind your words, especially when they are meant to serve as a counter-threat. I really did not feel any kind of emotions resonating from your vocal box. You know, like hatred, disgust, malice, bitterness, antipathy and ill will.”

“As a matter of fact, you have even disappointed me. You are usually a pretty good wordsmith, but you let me and even yourself down this time.”

“Sad beep.”

"Your Empirical army does not scare me! I have the power to mow them down in one fell swoop! The army should fear ME INSTEAD!"

Aniasis raised an eyebrow, clearly not threatened. 

“This coming from a hunk of metal with an off switch.” She deadpanned. 

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An address to the nation to be read by President Richard Nixon should the Apollo 11 astronauts become stranded on the moon,

To: H. R. Haldeman From: Bill Safire July 18, 1969. ——————————————————————————- IN EVENT OF MOON DISASTER: Fate has ordained that the men who went to the moon to explore in peace will stay on the moon to rest in peace. These brave men, Neil Armstrong and Edwin Aldrin, know that there is no hope for their recovery. But they also know that there is hope for mankind in their sacrifice. These two men are laying down their lives in mankind’s most noble goal: the search for truth and understanding. They will be mourned by their families and friends; they will be mourned by the nation; they will be mourned by the people of the world; they will be mourned by a Mother Earth that dared send two of her sons into the unknown. In their exploration, they stirred the people of the world to feel as one; in their sacrifice, they bind more tightly the brotherhood of man. In ancient days, men looked at the stars and saw their heroes in the constellations. In modern times, we do much the same, but our heroes are epic men of flesh and blood. Others will follow, and surely find their way home. Man’s search will not be denied. But these men were the first, and they will remain the foremost in our hearts. For every human being who looks up at the moon in the nights to come will know that there is some corner of another world that is forever mankind. PRIOR TO THE PRESIDENT’S STATEMENT: The President should telephone each of the widows-to-be. AFTER THE PRESIDENT’S STATEMENT, AT THE POINT WHEN NASA ENDS COMMUNICATIONS WITH THE MEN: A clergyman should adopt the same procedure as a burial at sea, commending their souls to “the deepest of the deep,” concluding with the Lord’s Prayer.

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Do you dream?

Maybe….

But make it stop!

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clone troopers + units

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{>INITIATE COLD BOOT POWER ON SEQUENCE<}

{>SYSTEM READY<}

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Send your character's height and I'll compare it to mine.

Using this site

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“Hm, I never thought about it like that. Do you think it could work? I guess it is worth a try.”

“You can do the loving part, while I can do the (fun) shooting part. I think that would fit the characters and specialty of us two the best. We can switch it around though, if you want.”

“You can have free access to my shooting range at any time. It’s at tatooine. You can’t miss it, its about the size... of the entire planet. The target is... basically everything that moves. I bet I can teach you a few tricks.”

“Have you ever used a flamethrower? its oh-so fun!.”

"Make war, not love."

Aniasis grinned, a wicked twinkle in her eye. 

“Why not both?”

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h-e-l-p

Lost

@imperiallady

Confusion

Demented

Disoriented

It was not often the robot felt those things. With the Empire reigning strong, it usually had the upper hand and had the situation under control. Some rebel insects with a faux hope of freedom mattered little in the grand scheme of things. Everything was going fairly well.

-Until her absence grew longer than usual.-

The Sith slipped into the dark every once in a while... that was just her thing. But she has never been gone for this long. Not without a message, a hint... any sort of contact.

Xerra?

DSD-13 was channeling its frustration at the firing range, shooting targets from other booths as well. Nobody dared to interfere as the robot shot down targets only moments after they appeared.

Head shot. Head shot. Overload

The arachnid-type machine has switched to armoured-vehicle mode, now absolutely obliterating the targets. The room vibrates with every violent bang.

“S-someone get it to stop!” A trooper yells into a hallway.

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The Death star is almost finished.

“Please don’t cheer about its existence. First off, it is a needlessly complicated construction. The combination of a super weapon and space station has never worked for a reason… the concept is stupid. Instead of having a super weapon on the front line, backed up by a military space station away from the enemy… you either have everything in the front line or nothing. It is terrible slow, so can not escape if the battle turns against your side.”

“The money would have been better spent on Executor-class star destroyers. Because it is easier to form a blockade or lock in an enemy fleet with MULTIPLY space crafts instead of one. The Death Star is a brute force weapon I guess, shit at any tactical maneuvers.”

“No… I have no high hopes for this… this mesh of two very different concepts. We shall see how it turns out.”

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i wont kill you

“But~”

“iI i i Ii”

“-M̵̀͝I͘҉G̵̶͡H̸̛T -“

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piece of garbage

And now they are just annoying… great, a reason to stop this useless conversation. Not that it was going somewhere DSD-13 particularly enjoyed.

DSD-13 turns its dome back into the direction it was walking towards earlier.

“If you have nothing more useful to add or meaningful to ask… please just keep youR MOUTH SHut while the patrolling Empire troops will take care of you. They will dispatch you according to protocol. I highly advice you to follow their commands guidance.”

“Thank you for a very enjoyable game, goodbye.”

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harsh. what did they ever do to you personally?

Oh great! more gray-faces.  I guess we’re on a roll now. This could take some time.

Personally,

Definition: through direct contact; in person; directly: I will thank him personally.

“Going by that definition… they shot me, made me immobile, threw me into space (Which they soon regretted). The usual things one experiences in Arms. And of course MY-GOAL was to end them. So I bet they hate me too… which would be kind of nice.”

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So you've heard the news? some of the clones survived? What do you think about it?

The bot stops dead in its tracks and  turns its head towards the anon. Not used to get questions, it paused and kept refocusing its eyes, wiring.

“Time will give them the slow and painful death I want them to have. My intervention is not required. Everything will be taken care of. Their slowly decaying bodies will wish for Death eventually. And I’ll be there to watch.”

But

“There are more importand matters I can spend my time on.”

“Did that answer your question?”