Another day, another Council meeting. They are mostly a waste of time, so far as she is concerned. Inconsequential babbling over the war effort. At least she didn't have to return to Korriban for this one. But now it's over and she can return to cataloging the shipment from Malachor. Some promising items in there.
Except... This isn't the turbolift. This is, in fact, a forest.
"Droids. Semi-sentient autonomous robots. I do not normally use them."
"I don't know what those look like but if they look unfamiliar they might be appealing targets too, and I don't know if they can be vassalized."
"Metallic, often humanoid but not always. They cannot eat and do not have names, only serial numbers."
"I do not currently have any units available I could have sent to this location without drawing more attention than I wish. Given a day or so I can arrange to have one to test with here."
The next day, Occlus comes back with a metal body in the seat next to her.
"Hello." She gets out carrying a small boxy contraption with hidden wheels on the bottom and an antenna at either end on top. She sets it in the ground and it races a circle around her feet. The metal person clambers out and stands just behind Occlus.
"Droids vary in their level of intelligence. A protocol model such as this," indicating the standing one, "is on the higher end. A mouse droid is on the lower. I thought it prudent to bring an example of both, in case that is a relevant factor."
"Okay. What are the exact parameters of experiment you had in mind?"
"I have already programmed them to ignore instructions from people other than myself. First, we should confirm that you are subject to that restriction."
"Mouse droids are typically couriers. Protocol droids are used to facilitate linguistic and cultural intercourse. Both are fully capable of interpreting and responding to natural language instructions."
It does no such thing.
Still circles.
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