<strong>"Oh, look. The Pirate's Best. Another cantina. Just as pitiful as the last one. And the one before that. And the one before--"</strong>the LOM protocol droid droned on in a voice that inflicted a dry, biting tone. Blunt and without pretense of politeness. His own was attached to him and never saw the need to wipe his memory. Thus, by now, the protocol droid had become a rather cantankerous and snarky character that pines for the simple pleasures of civilized life.<br/><br/>It moved with its slow, shuffling gait, a datapad in one of its hands.<br/><strong><br/>"Ambassador Lomsky,"</strong>the perky blonde chided as she stopped and turned towards him. Hands smoothed down the form-fitting black dress, glossy and snug to shapely curves,<strong>"Stop being such a brat. You are setting a bad example for our companion."</strong>She said, even as she returned to sashaying down the corridor. She referred to her new, shiny valet droid who scuttled along behind her, carrying three large pieces of matching luggage.<br/><br/><strong>"And here I was hoping for a lovely lubrication bath. No doubt anywhere on Nar Shaddaa would strip me off my servomotors at their first chance," </strong>continued the protocol droid, paying the woman no heed as he continued to gloomily critique the place.<strong>"This is hardly the place for the likes of me, you know," </strong>the droid spoke to any who would listen.<br/><br/><strong>"Yes, you'd do much better in the bottom of a trash compactor,"</strong>she teased. The well-escorted woman approached the cantina, the sounds of sharp heels clicking resoundingly across the metal plankways as she descended into the doorway, pausing to curiously give a cursory inspection of the establishment.<br/><br/><strong>"Ambassador, please escort my valet to the quarters you reserved and make sure to lock the door behind you," </strong>she added. And so the droids parted with their own, shuffling away while the LOM droid droned on about the perils of his existence and the inevitable, brutal demise they'd sure face because of their uncaring, spiteful master.<br/><br/><br/>Picture (http://img269.imageshack.us/img269/3492/00tilia12.jpg)