The skies were clear as the sun shined brightly. Bullheads filled the skies as they were all heading towards Beacon Academy.
Most new students were all on a transit bullhead together. Although for one person, they were on their own personal bullhead.
On this lone bullhead was a soon to be 4th Generation Huntsman, Tyler Shaw. He was sitting in his seat, inspecting his weapon. As he was inspecting his weapon, his bag made a rustling noise.
Tyler looked over at his bag as a small droid flew out of it. Tyler let out a groan as the droid flew next to him.
Droid: Sir, I would highly appreciate it if you didn't lock me away in that bag again.
Tyler: Yeah and I'd appreciate peace and quiet but that's not possible when your here.
Droid: I am simply doing what I was tasked to do. Oversee you and your studies at Beacon Academy. Your father was very demanding about it.
Tyler: Now that's the problem. He says he was excited about me carrying the family legacy but makes you babysit me. I don't need his help.
Droid:I know, sir. But, like I said, I'm just doing my tasks.
Tyler: Yeah, yeah.
Tyler looked down at his weapon before looking back at the droid.
Tyler: Hey, Droid? What can you do besides nonstop talking?
Droid:My name is BD and I have a few select abilities.
Tyler: Such as?
The droid flew in front of Tyler and began to scan him.
BD: I can scan beings and other inanimate objects. I can provide a stim if needed, although I can only carry one at a time for now.
Tyler: Cool. Anything else?
BD:Hold your hand out.
Tyler looked at the droid as he held his left hand out. The droid flew down to the hand and began to wrap around it.
Tyler looked in confusion as the droid managed to turn into a glove.
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Tyler: What the?
BD: In this form, I have an additional feature and one that I hope we don't get to use or see.
