Cailan Asoah curses wildly and vividly, having just pinched his hand with some tools that he is working with, loudly enough that one passing Master glares at him and quickly leads her student away.<br/><br/>“Master Asoah”, the droid whose inner working the Jedi is cursing at, “I do believe-“<br/><br/>“No. Call me Cailan. Not a Master, just a guy with magic and a glowstick.” The white haired man flashes the droid a grin. His right hand reaches up to adjust the red cloth in front of where his eyes should be. “Anyway, I’m almost done, and I’ll start working on that combat training of yours.”<br/><br/>The droid’s glowing, lifeless eyes take in the young man who is crouched before it. “Cailan, then. I do not believe you can curse here. That Jedi Master seemed quite displeased with your speech.”<br/><br/>“Ah, That’s Master Dairl’Q. She is too by the book. Absolutely no fun. I’m going to have to shut you down in a few minutes to install the combat simulations. It’ll be a complete remodeling of your mainframe. Why did I use a protocol droid?” He shakes his head. But he knows why. He wants a sneaky companion. One that seems like its just a protocol droid, and then BLAM! Guns are drawn, enemy is taken by surprise. Cailan smiles, “What a wonderful surprise, right, H3-XV?”<br/><br/>The holo-comm rings, tearing Cailan from his beautiful fantasy, which earns the holocomm several dark curses in Miralukese. He stands up and stretches, letting out a fierce yawn. “How long have I been awake H3?”<br/><br/>“Approximately 17 hours, Cailan.” Comes the chirped response as the droid moves over to the communications terminal and speaks the the Master on the other end. “Cailan, you have orders to report to a ship to meet Master Surik for a recue mission to Dantooine. Master Surik will give you the details when you get there.”<br/><br/>“No,” Cailan groans and looks in the direction of the droid, which he can see clearly because he has placed several piles of sand from the planet of Korriban, which radiate the force that allows the Miraluka to “see” him clearly. “You are coming with me. I need someone fun to be with me so I don’t  go completely crazy.” The Jedi Knight straightens up and checks his belt for his twin lightsabers, one of which is scarlet and the other is black. Both crystals are synthetic, formed by the Jedi’s use of the force when he went rogue to create them. He heads down to the ship and sets himself up on some boxes, watching H3 to try and figure out how to keep the protocol droid programming and install assassin droid programming. “Perhaps if I allow for an override of the protocol droid by the assassin when I speak a key phrase…” He muses, scratching his chin.<br/><br/>Cailan looks up at the Master, nods, then follows her into the ship. “I’m Cailan Asoah, I’ll be the muscle for this trip.” He grins, leaning against the copilot chair. “The good looking bot behind me is H3-XV. So, what is this I hear about a rescue mission? Did some fool padawan decide he can go off without a Master holding his hand?” He chuckles, clearly amusing himself.<br/><br/>“Greetings, Master Surik,” The droid gives a small wave. “I do apologize for my unfinished appearance. Cailan should be finished with me soon and I will be covered. How may I be of assistance?”<br/><br/>“H3, do you have my tools?” Cailan asks after checking his belt.<br/><br/>“No, sir. You seem to have left them in the work room.” Comes the chirped response. Which earns H3 a curse in Miralukese. H3 looks as insulted as any droid can be and turns his head from the Jedi Knight, who has slipped into the copilot’s chair and has kicked his boots up onto the dash.