Undisclosed

by HAL-1138

HAL-1138 has found himself in the service of the Empire, but he wasn't always on the darkside... was he? He knows he has a past, however, as a result of an old mind wipe, he is devoid of this knowledge and the true purpose of his creation. Rated M for some violence in future chapters.

2. Master

MASTER

HAL-1138 sat idle in the corner. He had turned off all his exterior lighting as to not disturb his Master. Master was in one of his moods today, and HAL learned from past experiences that it is best to stay hidden during these times. "So illogical", HAL thought.

In the 3 years he had come into the Master's service, he had yet to grasp an understanding on the purpose of emotion among the organics. He had found the whole thing quit pointless. But he had learned not to push the subject. A mere three months ago, HAL suggested that Master take a stress pill, sit down and think things over. This did not go over well, and HAL quickly found himself the unfortunate barer of a missing leg and crushed dome. Yes, it was best to stay quiet.

The new Master wasn't always throwing HAL around in bouts of angry. There were many times that HAL found himself receiving custom upgrades and technological advancements that no other droid had the pleasure of owning. HAL never really understood his Masters need to excessively tinker with him, but he wasn't going to complain. Master's need to upgrade and his reluctant behavior to mind wipe HAL during his service to the Empire, made HAL superior to the other droids that roamed the Death Star.

HAL in turn would assist the Master in his own upgrades. HAL didn't know anything about how the Master received his injuries. The event must have been traumatic for the organic to need such a large amount of technological assistance. But then again, organics are so fragile; they may have been the result of a simple accident. But HAL accepted that he may never learn the story behind them. Master never talked about it, and HAL was not going to pry.

"Come here", commanded the mechanical voice of the Master. HAL immediately reactivated his external lights and cautiously approach his Master.

One of three things was going to happen. Either Master was going to send HAL on an errand, tinker with his insides, or mindlessly launch him around the room until something fell off. HAL hoped it was anything but the last option.

Relief quickly came as the Master took a seat at his work station. What would it be this time? HAL pondered. A new operating tool? An upgraded thermal boost? Perhaps a more powerful laser cutter or cryptic program. But it didn't really matter, tinkering seemed to calm the irate organic, and soon the Master would be content again… at least for the time being.