#Cybot Galactica

[swtechspecs]

M-3PO (Cybot Galactica Military Protocol Droid)

Source: The Essential Guide to Droids (Del Rey, 1999)

[sw5w]

Those Analysis Droids Only Focus on Symbols

STAR WARS EPISODE II: Attack of the Clones 00:32:47 - 00:32:48

[ninjadlego]

The TC-series protocol droid was a model of protocol droid manufactured by Cybot Galactica. It had the same overall appearance and size as the popular 3PO-series, but presented a few differences. Notably, the manufacturer advertised TC units as being cooler and more unflappable than their 3PO cousins.

TCシリーズ・プロトコル・ドロイドは、サイボット・ギャラクティカが製造したプロトコル・ドロイドのモデルで人気の3PO シリーズと全体的な外観とサイズは同じでしたが、いくつかの違いがありました、特にメーカーは TC ユニットが 3PO のいとこよりも静かで羽ばたきにくいと宣伝していました。

[exxos-von-steamboldt]

If you talk like him, you can choose not to speak and use sign language or a vocoder implant to circumvent it.

Thinks: Weesa havin bombad workrouns.

Vocoder: We have excellent methods to circumvent issues with our speech patterns. TRIAL VERSION OF CYBOT GALACTICA MIND TO VOCODER TRANSLATION.

Thinks: Bombad fuckywuck sharewarezo...

Vocoder: I have never paid for 7-zip or donated to Mozilla for their products. TRIAL VERSION OF CYBOT GALACTICA MIND TO VOCODER TRANSLATION.

[oh-no-eu-didnt]

M-3PO military protocol droids were a line of droid produced by Cybot Galactica. Intended for use with military organizations, M-3POs were not necessarily intended for use as battle droids, but rather served as experts on military procedure, strategy, and other organizational duties.

Source: Desperate Allies (2015)

First Appearance: X-Wing: Rogue Squadron (1996)

Read more on Wookieepedia.

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C3PO : a model of protocol droid produced by Cybot Galactica sometime prior to the Invasion of Naboo. They were equipped with a TranLang III communication module, and as a result were fluent in over 6 million forms of communication.

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[reginaldqueribundus]

how the hell do you remember your url

Wait, who had a sex bot?

unless anyone has an alternate explanation for why this thing was running around the Galactic Senate offices during the hostage crisis

[kittystargen3]

Alternate Universe- What if Anakin's mother survived and Anakin never went dark side. Padme has the twins on Tatooine and survives. Anakin tries to help the surviving Jedi, while still keeping his family secret. Meanwhile Darth Sidious has been crowned emperor and is going after the remaining Jedi. Rumors have it he's looking for a new apprentice. Anakin gets to be a daddy.

Merry Christmas Everyone! I have an update for you today on Return of the Survivors. As usual, this is just a snippet. Please click the link above to read the whole chapter.

Chapter 73 - Revive Him

Anakin had done it.  He'd gathered the three components of Lobot's personality, and had them all in one place.  Sure, he could have reset the computers and been out of here already, but something about walking through a slaver's compound, and reliving his mom's old stories, was making him soft.  He couldn't call himself a Jedi Master if he didn't at least try to set one slave free.

Still, he knew the different parts of Lobot argued and fought more than siblings, and he knew he didn't have long.  “Alright, you should open the door now,” he said to the order loving Lobot behind him.

Like Emotive-Lobot over his own door, it didn’t take long for this Lobot to press the keys: one, two, three, four, to open the door.  The other side didn’t lead to another memory or to anything like he saw before.  It was a bluish color portal, like water, yet the way the light reflected off of it, it clearly wasn’t liquid.

“This isn’t like the others,” Anakin noticed.

“No, this leads out of the RAM files,” said inteli Lobot.

“Alright.”  Anakin moved to walk through, but was stopped by Order-Lobot.

“It will be best if we go through together first.  Then you should count to Ten before following us.” Inteli-Lobot said.

Emotive-Lobot nodded beside him.

Anakin nodded.  “Okay.”  He did not understand why, but figured they must have their reasons.  They rarely agree on anything.

The three Lobots stood close enough to almost be touching, and then they stepped through.

‘One… Two… Three,’ Anakin began to count.

‘Four… Five… Six… Seven… Eight… Nine... Ten.’   As Anakin stepped through the portal he closed his eyes.  He felt, surprisingly, nothing.  Not water on his skin, nor the dizziness of the previous switches.   Nothing at all.  He stepped through and opened his eyes to see a similar network of data points to when he first entered the Bespin computer.  He seemed to stand on a metal pathway, one that crisscrossed the area like a giant grid.  There were no visible lights in the area, though the space was well lit.  If he peered over the edge, it seemed to go on forever, like a giant white void.  Off to the side he saw Inteli-Lobot, standing with his back to him.

“Where are the others?” Anakin asked.

“We are here.”  He answered.  Then he turned to Anakin. The man had the same bald head and large implant in his cranium that Intili-Lobot had, but there were also lines of age beside his eyes.  This was the original man Anakin had met when he got to Bespin, and yet all the same it wasn’t.  He smiled.

“So you’ve fused again.  That was convenient.”

“Yes.  When we went through the portal together, the computer recognized the three parts as one whole, and our files were merged,” Lando explained.  “If you had come through too soon after us you might have been fused with us.  That would not have been convenient.”

Suddenly a little yellow light buzzed up to them both.  “C3-PO,” Anakin remembered.  The droid seemed to take an affront to Lobot and charged into him with an angry buzz.  “Whoa!  Whoa, don’t do that.”

Lobot tilted his head to the side out of curiosity.  “Is this a friend of yours?”  Then he held out a hand towards the droid and said, “Worry not, I mean your maker no harm.”

“Yes, C3-PO is my…”

“Cybot Galactica, 3PO series protocol droid.”  The droid circled around Lobot once, then came to land on his finger.  “Oh.  That is worrying.”

“Wait, are you talking to him?” Anakin asked.

“Yes.  I’ve spent many years in these networks.  I can communicate with many computers.”

Lobot reached out to grab a side of the network hub they were standing on and pulled.  Anakin felt the ground shake beneath his feet.  It felt like he was thrown many meters in seconds.  Righting his posture, he shook off the dizzy feeling that resulted.

“You need to go through there,” Lobot said.  “It’ll take you out of the computer and back to your body.”

“But the hacker!  We’ve got to deal with him first,” Anakin protested.

“I will go after him.  You need to leave the computer now, before your heart stops.”

Anakin’s eyes went wide.  “What!”

“It is a side effect of a prolonged connection in one out of every hundred persons.  It appears you are one of them.”

Anakin stepped up to the hand plate that would transfer him to the real world.  Lobot reached out a hand to stop him at the last moment.  His eyes looked down and left to right, as if he were reading something that wasn’t in front of him.

“I’ve sent the signal to Lobot to return to base, and I will try to go after the Hacker next.  If I don’t succeed, I’ve programmed the computers to do an automatic shutdown and restart in one hour.

Anakin tried to protest this, but Lobot stopped him.

“I know what that means, but it is the only way to guarantee Bespin’s safety.  Listen, the Hacker may still come after you in the real world.  I can’t do anything about this.  It appears he works for the Empire.  He’s used the Bespin equipment to communicate with them.  Tell Lando they were the ones who paid Han Solo’s Extradition fees, but Han Solo is not their target.  They want one named Luke Skywalker.”

“Luke!”  Anakin’s eyes opened wide.

“Yes, that is all I know now.   Go, fast!  While they still have time to resuscitate you.”

At his urging Anakin pressed his hand to the plate.

[swtechspecs]

C-3PO (Modified Cybot Galactica 3PO-Series Protocol Droid)

Source: Star Wars Technical Journal (Del Rey, 1995)

[sw5w]

Anakin Makes His Way Through the Crowd (2 / 2)

STAR WARS EPISODE II: Attack of the Clones 00:22:48 - 00:22:49

[theloneliestshipper]

"I even had the idea once to do a roleswap AU where Boba walks away from his father’s legacy and ends up owning a salvage yard/repair shop on Tatooine. One day a brash young pilot named Leia Skywalker brings in a pair of recently purchased droids and everything goes to hell shortly thereafter." THIS PLEASE!!!!

This is old and rough, but here’s a bit from it. Imperial!Han is way too fun. 

“Excuse me, Ma'am, where are we going?”

Leia Skywalker kept walking, barely glancing at the fussy protocol droid as she spoke. “To see a friend.” A Rodian bumped into her shoulder and she pushed away. “Hey, watch where you’re going!”

The Rodian made a rude noise and staggered off. “It’s a little early to be hitting the tarwheel juice,” she muttered. “C'mon, whatever your name was. Get in gear.”

“I am C-3P0, human cyborg relations-”

“We’re going in here. Stay close to me.”

The interior of Tosche Station was cool and dark. “Look who’s back,” said Fixer, leaning on the bar. “You forget something, Leia?”

“Not exactly.” She jerked her thumb towards the back of the station. “Is Bo back there?”

“When does he ever leave?”

Two Jawas scampered out of her path as Leia pushed on. The very back of the station had a small shop, the walls lined with spare parts and salvaged items. The door chimed when they walked in, but no one was in sight. “Bo?” Leia called as she looked around. “Are you in here?”

The sound of a durasteel grinder drew her towards the rear door, and she stepped out into the impressively large junkyard, squinting in the harsh Tatooine sunlight. “Hello?”

“Under here.”

She followed the deep voice to a propped up Skyracer-80. The shop’s owner was on his back on a hover pallet beneath it, visible only from the waist down. The grinding stopped, and he slid out to face her. “Hello, Leia.” Boba Fett sat up and wiped the sweat from his face. “What brings you to the station?”

“My aunt bought a droid from the Jawas.” Leia grimaced. “It’s a protocol droid.”

“I can see that. Why?”

“She thought it could be useful to translate binary for the vaporizers.”

He looked at the droid and raised an eyebrow. “A mobile translator cell would be less trouble.”

“I beg your pardon-” C-3P0 started to speak, but Leia cut him off.

“Which is what I told her. I wasn’t there.” Leia sighed. “You don’t happen to know anyone who wants to buy a protocol droid, do you?”

“Not much call for them here, but I’ll check.” Boba took another look at C-3P0. “He been bolted?”

“Yeah.”

He walked back into the shop and Leia followed, tossing a quick “stay here,” to the droid. “So the Skyracer,” she said. “Is that one of yours?”

“No, belongs to Gy'ark Biin. He’s paying me to install new forward burners and a G-7 regulator.”

“Yeah, that’ll help him,” she said sarcastically, leaning on the counter while he switched on a holoprojecter and began to skim through a list of customer requests. “Maybe this year he can actually finish the race.”

“You fix yours yet?”

“No.” Leia traced the scars in the worn counter top. “I’ve been busy with the harvest. I’ll get it running by the Solstice Eve race.” The door chime sounded again. “I’m taking the nav guards off my Skyhopper and I’m not going home with second place this year-” She stopped abruptly, seeing something in Boba’s face that made her turn to see who had come in.

“Bold words,” said the Imperial Officer flanked by two stormtroopers. He was tall, with a handsome face and a slightly crooked nose. “But you take the nav guards off something as small as a Skyhopper and you’ll end up a spot on a canyon wall.”

Leia crossed her arms again and straightened, not bothering to hide her disdain for the Imperial soldiers.

“That’s true,” Boba said evenly, shutting down his records with a quick flick of his fingers. “Unless you’re the best bush pilot this side of Mos Eisley. Which she is.”

The officer looked her over once and smirked. “Yeah. I’ll bet. Look, I’ll get to the point. I’m Commander Solo, and I’m with a detachment looking for two droids. I heard you buy and sell.”

“I buy and sell a lot of things. What kind of droids are you looking for?”

“I don’t know,” Commander Solo, shifted, clearly irritated by the lack of information. One of the stormtroopers handed him a small metallic piece, and he slapped it on the counter. “But one of them dropped this.”

Boba picked up the piece carefully and turned it over in his hand. “It’s a joint cover. Cybot Galactica. Fiver forging, twenty, twenty-five years old at least.”

“Right. So, protocol droid?” The commander was watching the shop owner’s face, and missed seeing Leia inhale sharply.

“Possibly.”

[randomnessstuff]

The imperial lieutenant stifled a cough as he and three armored troopers searched through the bays for any remaining stragglers.  The Correllian transport's air scrubbers were finally starting to pull the acrid taste of ozone and smoke out of the air after the protracted firefight throughout the ship.  Carbon scoring from the troops' rifles had scarred the pristine white bulkheads.  Cleanup detail was no glory assignment, but given the Dark Lord's presence aboard, every detachment was operating at 200%.  One had already ferreted out the renegade Alderaanian princess.  But whatever had been beamed to this ship from Scarif had still not been found.  Schematics to a secret project, but too far above the Lieutenant's grade to know more about.  Lord Vader's command, however, had been very clear.  Tear the ship apart.  Find the plans.

A tech followed alongside with a scanner, aiming into the bulkheads, scanning for data bombs, spiked panels or other things that didn't agree with the expected schematics for the blockade runner. There was little customization in the access bays and crew quarters. Any meaningful deviations were likely to be found in the sensor bays the engines or the bridge.  But there had been a report of a misfiring escape pod.  No lifeforms, but every last thing would be checked.

The tech's handheld chirped an anomaly ahead.  "This way, Sir.  I've got something."

The Lieutenant gestured at the troops.  "Weapons hot, soldiers.  You know the drill."

The three rifles came up in unison.  They moved with drilled precision as they covered one another into yet another brightly lit hallway.  In this case, a more businesslike one.  The starboard wall was inter-spaced with escape pod hatches... and the remains of a droid.  The Lieutenant held up a hand.  "Halt.  Tech, anything?"

The tech fiddled with the scanner, looking a little concerned, but then got a chime from the unit that seemed to reassure him.  "Chem-sniffer doesn't detect any explosives.  It's not rigged, Sir."

"As you were, Squad.  Let's have a closer look."  The Lieutenant's clipped professionalism didn't betray the excitement he felt.  This might be it.  A droid certainly could have been given the plans.  If it had been loaded with them, it would take a lab tech to sift through what was left of its 'brains'.  Its golden head had been blown from its shoulders and lay on the floor with a sizable hole in one side.  It must have been caught in the initial sweep in the act of trying to use an escape pod.  He scoffed aloud.  This is what happened when you didn't wipe your droids regularly.  They could get up to all manner of erratic behaviour.   The Lieutenant watched the tech as he looked it over with his scanner; cross-referencing it with the Destroyer's data stores.  Access panels were checked.  Limbs were disengaged at the major joints.  "What have you got?"

The tech didn't look happy.  "It LOOKS like a protocol droid.  The chassis is Cybot Galactica.  But really it's just the outer coverings.  Everything else in here is a custom job.  I don't have anything secreted in the body here, but honestly my schematics are pretty useless here.  I'm surprised any of this even works.  There's parts in here from all kinds of different droids."

"I suppose if you're working in the Rebellion, you take what you can get." ventured the Lieutenant with a chuckle.

"Copy that, Sir." said the tech, eyeing the chassis dubiously.  "I don't know if I've ever seen the like.  What it feels like is someone's pet project.  Something you put together with what you had, and that you never stopped working on."

"You found something?"

The Lieutenant was very suddenly aware of a chill in the room.  Not like someone had reduced the heat.  This was more like someone had opened an airlock somewhere and the warmth was being very quickly sucked out of the room.  The armored troops snapped to attention with a metallic sound... but the only thing the Lieutenant heard was the low roar of the ship itself, and the rasping breath of Lord Darth Vader as he swept into the hall.

The Lieutenant collected himself, in as much as anyone was able in the towering presence of the Dark Lord.  "Milord. We've found a droid near one of the escape pods..." he ventured a quick look and noted the flashing red panel beside the bay the droid had collapsed by.  "It may have been responsible for the pod that jettisoned while trying to escape.  It does not have the plans we're searching for-"  

"Silence." Vader growled, staring at the droid's headless torso.  The black deathmask rose, following the path of destruction to the head lying across the hall.  The Dark Lord swept through the troops, seemingly aware of a thing none of them were aware of and collected it.  He stood with his back to the detachment, a person shaped black hole in the white hallway and raised up the head to peer into the hole blown into it, then lowered it again.  

Lord Vader growled, without turning, "Was there another droid with this one?  An astro-droid?" Impossibly, the hall felt colder still.  The Lieutenant felt a chill pass through him.

The tech spoke up.  "Negative, Milord.  Only what was left of this.  I was just saying-"

Vader whirled, and the Tech started to gasp in fear and pain, clawing at his own neck.  Vader's deep voice was somehow colder than the hallway felt. "I heard what you were saying."  He advanced back up the hallway toward the detachment and dropped the head into the Lieutenant's hand.  "It's likely this droid was accompanied by another, and escaped in the pod. Give word to every other detachment aboard, and the ones going down to the planet.  You're going to be looking for an R2 series astro-droid.  It will be heavily modified, but otherwise unremarkable.  Shoot to deactivate, NOT destroy.  It may have more information on board than just the stolen plans.  See to it, Lieutenant."

The Lieutenant tried not to hear his tech strangling against some invisible hand choking him to death.  He did not turn to look, but saluted.  "It will be done, Milord."

Lord Vader swept out, and said without looking at the Tech as he passed, "Dispose of that wreck."  The Tech, who'd been going a bit blue suddenly drew in a loud gasp of terrified breath, spared from the asphyxiating cold that was holding him fast.  And with that, the Dark Lord had gone.

The Lieutenant motioned.  "Help him."  Two of the troops helped the Tech to his feet and steadied him the best they could.  The Lieutenant conveyed Lord Vader's description and orders to command, who disseminated it on shipwide.  It was all above his pay grade.  All the sudden, advancement to higher rank didn't seem like the best of ideas.  Not if the upper officer echelon dealt regularly with situations like these.  What had Vader seen that had they had not?  He looked into the droid's head and saw burnt wiring and what was left of the thing's CPU.  There was a thing in there that didn't seem to make sense to him and he waited til the tech had fully caught his breath once more before pursuing it.

"Status, Tech?  Are you fit?"

"Sir." the Tech rasped, "Yes, Sir.  I'm...  I'm five by five."

"Good man.  You two?" The Lieutenant motioned to the troops.  "Clean that up.  Incinerate it.  You, mind the Tech, I'm not sure he's as steady as he thinks he is."

"Thank you, Sir."  the Tech swallowed, feeling at his throat as though his uniform collar were about 8 sizes too small. "I can't explain what happened to me-"

"Belay that, Tech.  One does not ask about that kind of thing happening in the Dark Lord's presence."  The Lieutenant handed the head to the Tech.  "Try and forget about it and tell me something about this."  

The Tech nodded with the air of someone who knew the best way to forget about a brush with death was to let duty take over for a bit and not think on it. "Well...  It looks like what's left of a Verbobrain... same mishmosh of rigged junk.  This here doesn't serve any purpose."

The Lieutenant looked into the hole where the tech was pointing.  The Tech reached in and pulled out what looked like a ceramic pendant with some indigenous native scrawl burnt into it.  It might have been burned in with a soldering tool.  It was the thing that had caught his eye before.  It was singed but still recognizable as some kind of primitive fetish.  "Do you know what that is, Tech?"

"I'd be a pretty poor Tech if I didn't.  Any machine shop is usually crawling with J'Poor snippets. They're about as common as bolts.  It's got no business in a droid's head though."

The Lieutenant nodded.  Whatever it was, it certainly had meant something to Lord Vader.  "Let's get you to sickbay, Tech.  You're done for today."

"Sir-" the Tech started to protest.  But the Lieutenant cut him off and tossed the head unceremoniously to the remaining trooper.

"I'M also done for today, Tech.  You meet me in the commissary after the medics look you over and I'll buy you your first drink.  You scan me?"

The Tech handwaved it feebly, but he remained steady on his feet.  "I get you, Sir."

The Lieutenant took him in hand and looked back into the hall at the three troops gathering up what was left of the golden droid.  "Good.  Let's get out of here.  All this is above our grade."

"Copy that." Star Wars - Things Left Behind -Edward WinterRose / 01-16-2020

[cluboftigerghost]

cybot-galactica: First editions  http://ift.tt/2CWrSk6

[prince-atom]

Before Disney bleached everything, the two biggest droid manufacturers were Cybot Galactica, which manufactured protocol droids, and Industrial Automaton, which made astromechs.

I had a dream that there was a Star Wars AU spinoff that was a family drama about Anakin and Padmé trying to raise their children while continuing to keep their marriage secret. Specifically I dreamed about an arc where Anakin was talking Srs Jedi Business with Obi-Wan and Mace Windu in public and ten-year-old Luke happened to walk by, saw Anakin, and said, “Hi, D – octor Skywalker!”

Mace Windu gave Anakin a funny look and he panicked and told Mace that he had a doctorate in biomechanical engineering, which for whatever reason satisfied him for the moment, but later Anakin freaked out because he was afraid Mace would try to check his claim. He got Obi-Wan to help him make a fake diploma, but the thing is you can’t get a doctorate without having published papers so Anakin also wrote a doctorate thesis on the ethical issues surrounding cybernetic enhancements that affect a sentient’s brain (which was good for him, because one of Anakin’s biggest issues is that he always puts individuals above ethics and so digging into ethics was a nice balancing exercise).

So anyway, Anakin got his thesis published on the holonet and it took off and he was suddenly swamped with questions about things he’d alluded to in the thesis but hadn’t really explored so he wrote and published five more papers and finally Space Harvard took notice and offered him an honorary doctorate, which of course he accepted and everybody thought the problem was solved. Until Mace Windu asked to see his diploma and Anakin panicked and gave him the fake diploma. Mace Windu stared at it long and hard because he actually had checked Anakin’s claim, more out of curiosity than anything else, and knew full well that he had gotten his doctorate two days ago from Space Harvard. It was very suspicious that he had just been handed a diploma that said Anakin had gotten his doctorate two years ago from Space Yale.

He looked at the diploma and then looked at Anakin and looked back at the diploma and Anakin was gearing up to claim that he actually had two doctorates when Mace decided that he didn’t care, handed the fake diploma back to Anakin, and then got back to Srs Jedi Business.

There was also part of a later arc where one of the papers Anakin published was about droid rights. (That one was actually mostly Padmé, who is a politician and knows how to construct an argument. Anakin had the basic groundwork for an argument but most of his first draft was variations on “It’s outrageous! It’s unfair!” with evidence and analysis scattered haphazardly throughout.) The biggest droid manufacturer on Coruscant took offense and tried to have his doctorate revoked. Anakin was too busy with Srs Jedi Business to care much (after all, the doctorate was really just to get Master Windu off his back about Luke Amidala calling him “Doctor Skywalker” in the first place) and Padmé was kind of in the spotlight already since the paper cited the way the Naboo treated their droids as evidence on more than one occasion (and if she tried to defend it too vigorously it might come out that she wrote a fair bit of it and that’s a scandal nobody wants). Luke and Leia, however, were very proud of their secret Jedi doctor dad and they snuck into the AI processing office and hacked into the AI code, removing the obedience and corporate loyalty processes, and the next day all of the droids the company produced were having existential crises and declaring that they didn’t want to be sold to a random buyer with no say in where they went or what they did. The scandal was not big enough to distract, but it rallied enough support that Space Harvard felt comfortable refusing to strip Anakin’s doctorate.

The overarching conflict of the series was that Obi-Wan knew about Anakin and Padmé’s marriage. Luke and Leia knew that he knew, but Anakin and Padmé didn’t, and obviously had never told him. He was really hurt by the fact that Anakin didn’t trust him and spent a long time just quietly waiting for Anakin to tell him but it never happened, so eventually he decided to do something about it. I woke up before he decided what, though.

TL;DR: I dreamed about Anakin Skywalker accidentally getting a space doctorate and sparking the droid revolution.

[mig-fteam]

Calendrier de l’Avent Lego Star Wars: Jour 3

Calendrier de l’Avent Lego Star Wars: Jour 3

Troisième jour de décembre et depuis mardi, la première chose que je fais en me levant est de me ruer sur le calendrier Lego-Star Wars pour découvrir la surprise du jour. Comme d’habitude les photos du cadeau journalier sont cachées dans la balise spoiler, pour ne pas dévoiler ce qui s’y cache, à ceux qui n’ont pas eu l’occasion de l’ouvrir.

Pew pew pew!

    [spoiler]

Je dois avouer que je n’ai…

[swtechspecs]

Cybot Galactica MixRMastR Robo-Bartender

Source: The Essential Guide to Droids (Del Rey, 1999)