A metal sardine

[OOM-N1]

A women, a rather intimidating man, and a quite terrified looking protocol droid stood before Omni. He had not waited for very long, but he had already started to become very generally irritated. Why can't something go well, for a change? Rising to his feet from the cargo container he had been sitting on, he decided it was in his best interest to cooperate for now. "My designation is OOM-N1, though I prefer Omni. I am a command battle droid created initially by the Confederacy of Independent Systems, though I retain no memories from that era.... only the base programming. Additionally, I have since received extensive upgrades to various functions, especially my processor. My brain now possesses advanced adaptive learning, storage, and processing capabilities, among other things. As I understand it, the goal was to create an artificial intelligence that could attain true autonomy... not just the typical personality like quirks that can arise from a lack of memory wiping, but a machine purpose built to attain personhood. I can feel emotions, think for myself, and care, to put it simply. And you know what? Ever since I woke up, I've seen the only family I've ever known gunned down in front of me, been sold to some to some moronic drug addict, and spirited away to this ship... very impressive, by the way.. and now I'm to be interrogated and treated as property yet some more, I take it? Yes, of course." He threw his hands up with an emphatic sigh. "I'd say I just want to go home, but I don't really have one anymore. So perhaps we should skip the pleasantries and you can just tell me who you are and what you want, huh? Are you in charge of this operation or should I be yelling at someone else?" Omni was now feeling rather impressed with himself for keeping his cool. He didn't even mention the steadily growing list of people he would sooner or later have to visit horrible demises upon.. out of principal, of course.

[Kell Sangros]

Warvanus looked at Kinta Vetasa “Tell the Admiral we are ready to depart” and with that look she backed away and went to carry out her master’s wishes. Warvanus himself stood before Omni. He listened to him list his functions and capabilities, and he was impressed. He would fit perfectly into his unit. After a couple of moments the silence lingered before Warvanus spoke

“I am Warvanus” he began “Also known as the War Bringer, or the Warmaster, I am the chosen apprentice to the Dark Lord himself” he was not one for haughty titles but he was a being of import and he was afterall the War Bringer. If it had been a subordinate who spoken to him in this manner he would have choked the life out of him with a mere thought. He would allow it this one time with the unique being standing before him.

“Omni” he began “From the sound of it you are a unique being, one of a kind” He paused “Let’s get to it, You were brought before me because the Rogue saw something special in you and knows I am always on the lookout for new talent” He would not refer to him as his owner or Master because it would have been he surmised offensive to Omni.

“Under normal circumstances I would say yes, however this is not normal circumstances, you are self aware, and I need operatives who can think and act and can get the job done, You look like a sort who fits that criteria” he said to him. “I have under my command a Special Forces unit, comprised of the best of the best all handpicked by me. It is code-named The Dawn Patrol, T’ver thought you would be a good addition, so given the unusual circumstances here, I will present to you Omni a choice. Join my Operatives as not a piece of machinery or property but as an operative, and if you wish we can upgrade your weapon systems and give you tactical data and we will make life interesting” He had his hands folded behind his back.

“Refuse, and I will allow you to depart here” it was a tempting offer and it was not in his nature to present such a choice. However if he decided to join the Patrol he would be a valuable agent, nearly unstoppable so much potential in this being of metal. He could most likely teach the team itself a thing or two. If he wanted him to remain he would have to appease him

“What will it be?”

[OOM-N1]

Omni stood silently for a long moment, considering everything. This man was giving him a real choice... further, he was offering him a position of respect. It was not what he had expected, or prepared for... The Dawn Patrol. Like a newly rising sun... Appropriate, he thought. He didn't know much yet about this man... about what he fought for.. but maybe... Omni turned his head, looking straight into the Siths eyes. "Where do we start?"

[Kell Sangros]

The Sith was very pleased, while this being was not made of flesh and blood he could see great potential in this unique droid. This droid would be a being to be reckoned with, a force of all his own. He would be the deadliest in the Unit.

“Immediately, Omni” he told him “We are enroute back to my domain, there we will figure out what if any kind of weapons upgrades or additions you may require” He looked towards the door that would lead down a corridor to the rest of the ship. He looked at K1-PK1 his protocol droid

“Karl” he began “prepare quarters for our new friend, anything he requires make it available to him” Karl who normally would pipe in with that dry proper accent and his sardonic wit was unusually silent. He simply turned and went to perform his Master’s command. He looked at Omni

“walk with me” he said and as they headed out of the docking bay and deeper into the ship itself he asked Omni “What do you know about the Sith” he asked. He knew history remembered them as fanatics, the anti-thesis of the Jedi, they were that but they were also much more than that.