Buddy

Time was an interesting and yet somewhat vexing concept, even more so where droids were concerned. Sure a droid understood the process of measuring time, the effects it has and the finite nature of it; and yet they always seemed to remain just out of reach of its touch. A droid, in essence, could live forever...But one could spend years discussing the nature and sentience of a droid, such thoughts were for another time. Or so the little orange and white astromech told himself as his processors started to whirr to life.

BB-8 beeped and bwooped a few times as his sensors came online in order to take a look at the bright new world he now found himself in. That world oddly enough consisted of a pair of wide brown eyes and a wicked smile brighter than any sun he had on record in his general data banks.

[BB unit, designation 8] Did this, now identified, human understand binary? It was not terribly uncommon for humans to have a working knowledge of the droid language, but there was always a margin of error. Some people simply could not learn the language. Perhaps the, now identified, young man had a translation program on the datapad he was tapping away at?

When no immediate response came, BB-8 took this moment to swivel his head a few times in an attempt to further investigate his surroundings. It became clear that he had wires still sticking out of his various ports and tool bays. He was also missing a few panels.

[I'm naked...]

This remark prompted the human to snort before setting the datapad down and refocusing attention on the perplexed astromech, "I know buddy, you're not quite finished yet but I wanted to say hi anyway," in his hand was a soldering tool, "I'm Poe by the way, Poe Dameron."

Poe Dameron? BB-8 chirped before searching the name within his data banks. It was a simple task at best and one that yielded information quickly. This human was a cadet in the Republic Fleet Academy, top marks in flight simulations, above average everywhere else it seemed. Though with the number of citations and notes in regards to him being reckless and prone to disobedience, but aside from all of that an otherwise well-liked human.

"Not super chatty huh? That's alright."

Watching closely and listening as Poe returned to the task at hand, in this case, it was soldering some wires that looked to belong to a droid sized torch. He spoke of where he came from and what brought him to the academy, his parents, his hopes, and dreams. Most of which the astromech already knew from his initial search. But it was nice, BB-8 found he could listen to this human talk for hours....and he did.

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BB-8 sat silently, locked into his charging station and was going over a few updates. Poe was off on one of his less adventurous missions, one that didn't call for a starfighter, much less an astromech. It was during these rare moments that the little ball droid took his time with personal maintenance as well as going over data logs. Today, in particular, he had wanted to run some diagnostics with Black One but was at present avoiding the task. It was something that needed to be done, especially if he wanted the starfighter to be working at peak performance.

However, it was no secret, at least to every droid and astromech in the Resistance, that Black One was infamous for more than just being the iconic ship piloted by the best pilot they had. The striking starfighter was also known for being temperamental. Which was just a kinder way of saying Black One was a kriffing jerk.

A light bliped indicating a full charge, BB-8 detached from the charging port and went on his way. The shuttle bay was not very far from the droid station so it was only a matter of minutes before the starfighter came into view. There were a number of Resistance fighters going about their typical assignments, some greeted BB-8 as he rolled over to his own destination.