Hoth: Blood and Ice

[C5-PT]

The droid points at the Chiss' blaster, "Grey intersector."

[Nudimsu]

He shakes his head. "No, grey is a neutral color. So it is something that is not naturally hostile or friendly. Just means no turrets or something similar at the base. Weapons are, after all, neutral things. So, if any black bisector come at us, we are on our own to defend ourselves and it as well."

He looked at the gun and nodded. "Just to confirm, would the ships in the hangar also be grey intesectors? If so, if a hostile or friendly person enters and uses it, then the ship would be a black or green intersector, respectively. "

[C5-PT]

The droid responded, "Yes. Grey intersector creates red perpendicular or white secant."

[Hacha Tsuko]

"Damage." Hacha says the word with certainty. "We came armed, even if we haven't used them at the base or on each other, so you have assessed us as potential threats, if not active ones. But we cannot be considered to be no threat so long as the potential remains to cause biological or mechanical damage. Is that an accurate statement?"

[C5-PT]

"Yes," the droid responded.

[Hacha Tsuko]

Hacha looks back over at Nudisumu. "I can't really argue with that logic boss. We did kind of start squatting here with all kinds of weapons. It's not wrong, even if we have good reason and aren't in position to do anything about it"

[Nudimsu]

There is a long pause as he procceses everything. "So, black is deadly, red is hostile or bad, grey is neutral, green is good but not great. Blue is great or a friend. White is a ally or something optimal, and gold is something about his masters, since gold typically depicts a sense of royality."

The Chiss stares at Hacha, listening to him and then the droid talk. "Droid, your golden masters programmed you a remarkable sense of things. That is quite the intelligent assessment of the people staying here. If I may offer some advice, continue to be cautious as you approach the people here. You can be assured that myself and my crew do not wish to harm you or your masters, but I cannot speak for everyone else. Do you have a designation, droid, or do you wish to simply be called as such?"

[C5-PT]

"This unit is C5-PT," it responded.

[Nudimsu]

"I am Prirnu'dim'suazzo, or Nudimsu. if you cannot be able to say it. He is Hacha. Our ship is designated The Turtle. If there is anything we do while we intrude upon you to put you at ease among myself and my crew at least, please speak it, C5-PT. If we are capable of it, we will certainly do what we can for you. In the meantime, I will endeavor to be a good guest and Hacha will do his best to ensure that we leave this place better than we found it for your masters as a token of our gratitude."

His people did not like droids, and he felt rather indifferent of them, but the sense of wanting to keep people out of one's home was something that resonated with him.

"How long as it been since your golden masters left? Do you know of any plans for them to return anytime soon?"

[Hacha Tsuko]

"It's something of a compulsion C5." Hacha admits.. "Nothing personal about what you've been doing, but I see something broken and I want to make improvements."

Hacha points at Nudisumu " That's how we met. So if parts of the base are white secant, I am happy to help. "

[C5-PT]

The droid replied, "Yellow parallel is not blue vertex, yellow parallel is green vertex."

[Nudimsu]

Nudimsu gave a long pause at the mention of yellow. "Hmm...can you give a example of what would be yellow? EIther way, I think that means he is fine beyond the base repairs."

[C5-PT]

The droid pointed at Hacha and then Nudimsu and verbalized, "Yellow parallels."

[Nudimsu]

"Ahh, I see." He nods. "He doesn't trust us yet. Hacha. At least, not enough to ask for our help. Again, you are a very well programmed droid, C5-PT." He stares at the droid quickly, no need to assess his heat signatures. "At least you know that the two of us mean you know harm, and that is enough for the moment. A good first conversation to assess any potential hostile intent."

[Hacha Tsuko]

Hacha shrugs. "Like I said before, it's a fair assessment. Not after less than 48 hours from touchdown. I'm hoping that you have the chance to gather more data to aggregate"

[Hacha Tsuko]

Hacha looks back over the other two. "Well, I hear there are some Steamed Hams at the late night commissary. Would you like some?"

[Nudimsu]

"Sounds good. C5-PT, would you like to come as well? Maybe tell us more about what can help make this base blue..." He paused and thought. "Blue secant?"

[C5-PT]

The droid refused and stayed behind.