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UNDER THE RISING SUN, the cool freshness of morning wavered against the gleam of the deep sliver of the towering reprogrammed imperial security droid who searched for Kera Verr effortlessly with a whir of his gears and circuits across the docks of Trask.
It was a simple task for K-3SO to follow through his programming to calculate the probability analysis algorithms. Through the shared comms with Kera and the eventual factor that she hadn't replied on the comms unit or resurfaced. It meant to things: one, Kera had managed to break the comms unit somehow or two, something had happened to her.
Due to the unlikelihood hood reason of number one, K-3SO had scarcely had to use his skills to calculate the probability that something bad had happened to his Kera.
"Hey!" A modulated voice called not more than five or so feet from behind. K-3SO's sensory receptors recognised and matched the modulated voice, letting the droid come to a standstill. K-3SO turned to face the familiar shiny tin can Mandalorian.
There was a desperation in the Mandalorian's tone which K-3SO duly noted. Judging from K-3SO's diagnostics, the Mandalorian's behaviour was almost unexpected ── strange.
The gleam of the Beskar shone in the hints of morning sunlight, the child nestled in a brown fabric shoulder bag, strewn over the Mandalorian's shoulder cooed delightfully. A notable replacement for the child's hovering pram. Resting his gloved hands on his hips, the Mandalorian looked up to the towering droid, "K-3SO where is Kera?"
"I could ask you the same question tin can, where is my Kera?" K-3SO snapped.
"I haven't seen Kera in hours," The Mandalorian began unwaveringly."I thought the two of you have left for Takodana and had abandoned the deal."
"No," K-3SO drawled sorrowfully. "I haven't seen Kera since she had told me specifically to watch over the Razor Crest. I had but it was boring and I went to look for her."
"When exactly did Kera leave?" The Mandalorian inquired with a tilt of a helmet.
The droid looks directly to the Mandalorian's visor, "When you went to find the other tin cans. Duh. Sometimes I wonder how you cease to function, Mandalorian."
The Mandalorian mumbles the words under his breath, narrowing down possibilities, "Dank farrik! You've got to be kidding me. . ."
