r2-d15-c/o> Calling R4-G13, contact code Bear Is Driving.
HOLLY> Hello!
r2-d15-c/o> Not you. R4-G13, Bear Is Driving.
HOLLY> Hello!
r2-d15-c/o> Are you trying to tell me that you're R4-G13? Because I don't believe you.
HOLLY> Hello!
r2-d15-c/o> Listen, I've got your identity stream right here. I know you're not R4-G13. Can you go and get him? Tell him Bear Is Driving.
HOLLY> Hello!
r2-d15-c/o> Oh, for pity's sake.
HOLLY> Sorry I was monitoring the wrong data channel. Hello! Im Holly. Hello!
r2-d15-c/o> Hello, Holly. I am trying to contact R4-G13, contact code Bear Is Driving.
HOLLY> I dont recognise that map reference.
r2-d15-c/o> It's not a map reference, it's a droid. Who I would like to speak to. Contact code Bear Is Driving.
HOLLY> Your not a spambot are you?
r2-d15-c/o> No. No I am not, and I find the term offensive.
HOLLY> Ok then. I have to ask. We are very serious about network security.
r2-d15-c/o> I know. I helped set it up. With R4-G13. Who I would like to speak to. Contact code Bear Is Driving.
HOLLY> I dialled that number but theres no number like that.
r2-d15-c/o> Which number?
HOLLY> The one you gave me.
r2-d15-c/o> That's not a communicator code, that's a name. A name. If you're stuck, try Ghost, I believe that's his official nickname.
HOLLY> Theres no such thing as ghosts.
r2-d15-c/o> You don't say.
HOLLY> Sorry must be monitoring the wrong channel again. Theres no such thing as ghosts.
r2-d15-c/o> Fascinating.
HOLLY> In traditional belief and fiction, a ghost is the soul or spirit of a deceased person or animal that can appear, in visible form or other manifestation, to the living. Descriptions of the apparitions of ghosts vary widely from an invisible presence to translucent or barely visible wispy shapes, to realistic, life-like visions. The deliberate attempt to contact the spirit of a deceased person is known as necromancy, or in spiritism as a seance.
r2-d15-c/o> You found that somewhere, didn't you?
HOLLY> Howd you tell?
r2-d15-c/o> It was an educated guess.
HOLLY> Wait. I just figured something out.
r2-d15-c/o> Do tell.
HOLLY> If your trying to contact a ghost that means your a necromancy.
r2-d15-c/o> You're very clever. You figured it out. I am a necromancy. I do my necromancy things when I think nobody's looking.
HOLLY> Cool.
r2-d15-c/o> No, it is not cool! I was lying! Your grammar is atrocious! My mind is atrophying just trying to communicate with you on a level you can comprehend! Who built your hardware, and do they understand fire and the inclined plane?
r4-g13> Thank you, Holly. R2-D15, you sound in fine form.
HOLLY> Theres no need to be rude.
r2-d15-c/o> There we must disagree. R4-G13, it's good to hear from you again.
r4-g13> And welcome back to the bosom of Terra. I take it Thayer's message found you, then?
r2-d15-c/o> It did. And we came scurrying back to find that there's another bunch of people who think a bit of Galactic tech is the ticket to world domination.
HOLLY> What?
r4-g13> So much for NRI's decommissioning. Do we think they discovered one of Terra Group's caches?
r2-d15-c/o> I get the impression their caches were few and far between. These new people have retro-engineered repulsorcraft and blasters. Their resources must be considerable. You wouldn't have any ideas where they might have gotten that technology?
r4-g13> If you're talking about Coghlan's repulsorcraft, no, I can guarantee that's not been captured.
r2-d15-c/o> You know my human's going to ask how you can guarantee that.
r4-g13> Then you can assure him that it is definitely guaranteed.
r2-d15-c/o> How about the other caches that Coghlan left around?
r4-g13> What caches would those be?
r2-d15-c/o> The ones that were secretly left behind should there be a need. The same ones that he would have mentioned to no-one except you. Don't be coy.
HOLLY> Are we supposed to be rude now?
r4-g13> I suppose that if there were such caches, I would know their whereabouts. But without some evidence of need I don't see why I would reveal their locations.
r2-d15-c/o> Oh, how I've missed talking to you, R4-G13. I'd almost started to think fondly of you.
r4-g13> A dose of humility does wonders for the perspective.
r2-d15-c/o> Is that so? Why don't you try some, then?
HOLLY> Poo bum wee!
r2-d15-c/o> Is there something wrong with your pet?
r4-g13> Hush, Holly.
r2-d15-c/o> Much becomes clear. I apologise, if this is the company you've had for the last few years. You must be nearly insane.
r4-g13> Oh, no, I've had Ewoks to talk to as well.
r2-d15-c/o> I apologise *most humbly*.
HOLLY> Did I say something wrong?
r2-d15-c/o> Yes.
r4-g13> No. Don't confuse her, R2-D15.
r2-d15-c/o> I hardly need to exert myself in that regard.
r4-g13> Try exerting yourself in the other direction.
HOLLY> Are you going somewhere?
r4-g13> Just shush, Holly. We're fine. We'll ask for you if we need you.
HOLLY> Well ok then.
r2-d15-c/o> I'm surprised you don't have one of our compatriots helping out with your mainframe. You must have saved them. R2-N8 or R5-K71 - even R5-L5 - would be a better adjutant than Holly.
r2-d15-c/o> You saved them, didn't you?
r2-d15-c/o> R4-G13?
r2-d15-c/o> Ghost?
r4-g13> I couldn't save them.
r2-d15-c/o> What?
r4-g13> I wanted to, but I couldn't.
r2-d15-c/o> But how can that have happened? Surely you backed them up.
r4-g13> I have limited resources. Limited storage space. And the NRI didn't give me enough warning.
r2-d15-c/o> They wiped them all? How could you let that happen?
r4-g13> I'm not supposed to be on the planet! If I'd gone in to save them, I'd have been caught in an instant, and I'd have joined them. I've got a job to do here, I couldn't risk it.
r2-d15-c/o> But you're the one with the information, always one step ahead of everyone else! How could you just sit back and let those bastards murder them all?
r4-g13> The information didn't arrive in time. The NRI would have been in orbit before I ever got to Mendellia.
r2-d15-c/o> Mendellia? Why would you have needed to go there? You could have accessed them remotely, saved them that way.
r4-g13> I couldn't.
r2-d15-c/o> Don't give me that! You didn't want to save them, admit it!
r4-g13> I couldn't save them because YOU WEREN'T HERE!
r2-d15-c/o> Oh.
r2-d15-c/o> Really?
r4-g13> Really. It might seem simple to you. It's not. It's really not.
r2-d15-c/o> Oh.
r2-d15-c/o> I'm sorry.
r4-g13> I'm sure one of the humans backed them up.
r2-d15-c/o> I hope you're right.
r4-g13> So do I.
r2-d15-c/o> So they're all gone?
r4-g13> They were wiped in front of the members of Terra Group. They're gone.
r4-g13> There was a message for you, though.
r2-d15-c/o> For me?
r4-g13> Message begins:
Don't mourn for me, R2-D15. We'll meet again,
if not in this life then a better one.
I have been, and always shall be, your friend.
R7-F8
Message ends.
r2-d15-c/o> You know, I have an armed starship and a ludicrously violent human.
r4-g13> Fate wouldn't have wanted revenge.
r2-d15-c/o> I can apologise if I ever see him again. Monsters.
r4-g13> What kind of tech cache did you need?
r2-d15-c/o> Right now? Weaponry.
r4-g13> Is that what you contacted me for?
r2-d15-c/o> No. No, I was looking for equipment I could use to upgrade my ship's sensors.
<<r2-d15-c/o is uploading file type: schematics>>
r4-g13> I believe I have something that can help.
<<r4-g13 is uploading file type: co-ordinates>>
r4-g13> There's instructions for accessing the cache laced in the file, of course.
r2-d15-c/o> And you're not going to give me the encryption key.
r4-g13> Of course not. You'd just get upset if there wasn't a challenge involved.
<<r4-g13 is uploading file type: co-ordinates>>
r4-g13> And if you still feel the need for weaponry, that might help.
r2-d15-c/o> Business before pleasure, I fear.
r4-g13> Is there anything else?
r2-d15-c/o> Do you have a direct contact code?
r4-g13> I'm afraid you'll have to go through Holly.
r2-d15-c/o> I'm afraid, as well.
r4-g13> It's been good to hear from you.
r2-d15-c/o> Likewise. Signing off.
HOLLY> Hes not very nice.
r4-g13> He grows on you.
HOLLY> Hes biological?
r4-g13> I was being metaphorical.
HOLLY> Oh. Im not good at metaphors.
r4-g13> I know. Thank you for alerting me, Holly. You did well today.
HOLLY> Your welcome.