<div class="floatright">(http://static.giantbomb.com/uploads/original/0/7661/1456360-ig88_concept_btm.jpg)</div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">"Prime", 4th Degree Droid</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>HP:</strong> 24/24 <strong>Damage Threshold:</strong> 12<br/><strong>Fortitude:</strong> 7 <strong>Reflex:</strong> 14 <strong>Will:</strong> 5<br/><strong>Initiative:</strong> +10 <strong>Perception:</strong> +6, Acute Senses</div></div><hr/>"Beep boop." The sounds were not mechanical-sounding despite the fact that they originated from the droid that had turned on the intercom at the other turret. They were more like someone was saying the words. "Beep". Then "boop". Despite the speech processor that was embedded within the droid's body among its mess of wires and whirring computational parts, grids and mechanical movements, these two words that proceeded most of his sentences sounded as though they had come from the throat of a sentient being. And male he definitely identified him...self, despite the lack of any anatomy to that intent that the crew had seen. Both this strange mannerism and the way he referred to himself as male were quirks that had developed long before the crew had met him, computational errors that amassed over time to produce strange phenomena, a sign that the droid's memory had not been wiped in some time. And yet, to erase that memory would also erase his skill with firearms and ship blasters which might come as a real detriment, especially in the middle of a firefight such as this.<br/><br/>"Stationed in gunner port. Preparing to engage targets," the droid reported in a more monotone voice. "Meatbags will be separated into their individual components as a result of the heat and the exposure to the vacuum of space resulting from this action," he intoned in a matter of fact manner, and one could almost tell that there was a certain note of homicidal glee in his voice despite the mono-tonal hum as his speech processor buzzed over the intercom. The droid who identified himself as "Prime", though his designation was IG-71, had been a little taciturn at times during the trip, of-times recharging himself alone deep within the recesses of the ship to prepare for his eventual need to disconnect himself from a power source, but had seamlessly fit himself into the gunner controls as though they were a part of his body. Having programmed not only in the use of blaster pistols and blaster rifles, but also in the use of heavy on-board weaponry (and blaster cannons, if he ever had the chance to gleefully use those against "meatbags"), he treated the gunnery station as though it were a part of his own body as he prepared himself to cause living beings to cease being... well, living.