How Not To Enter A Gravity Well
"Your mother was a mouse droid and your father smelled of elderberries!" That was the last thing I remember yelling before being destroyed. When I turned back on I was floating in space not flying like I normally would be, so I shifted into the proper mode while probing for Republic or even Empire radio signals if I was lucky I'd have picked up a Mandalorian signal maybe get picked up by my old platoon but all I got was dead air. After a week of drifting my battery was starting to die that was when I saw it, a single planet being orbited by a sun and a moon, I turned towards it.
I hit a gravity well when I passed the moon, I was pulled into the planets orbit with astounding force before entering the atmosphere my altimeter was unable to keep up with the speed of my descent, my ASI was increasing at an alarming rate, and my sensors couldn't see through the heat being produced. When I crashed before shutting down I saw a human surrounded by small large-eyed horses; the human was dressed strangely.
Self-Administered Repairs
My sensors turned on with, a series of warnings flashing, across my screen telling me that my legs were heavily damaged, my altimeter was damaged, and my airspeed indicator was damaged. When the majority of the warnings left my vision the one that was left filled me with dread a low battery warning. I also noticed that I was elevated held by chains, while I was pondering my predicament a blue horse walked into the room and neighed at me that is when I noticed my translator was broken too, not like it ever worked.
A few days passed with some sort of outside force slowly charging my battery, allowing me to use my blaster after a few minor changes to allow it to work as a sort of welder. repairs were slow and took a lot of precision after all one wrong move could have made all the difference. The blue horse would come in and try to talk with me, it was very excited every time. Today the human came in I tried to speak with it, it just tilted its head then backed off, I saw a taller white horse outside the door it nodded and then they left; I continued to repair myself. A few weeks later with the blue horse coming and going, I finally finished repairing myself to the point where I could move; I was trying to set my blaster to a non-welder when I realized I broke it, it was never going to work like it used too.
When I finally decided it was worth risking an escape I fired on the chains as soon as the blue horse walked in, it seemed panicked seeing what I was doing, those small horses came in with spears, I’m serious spears. When they rushed me, I just stood there and let them hit me with their sharpened sticks even with my welded together armor they just bounced off of me. When they were done I used my new welder to destroy their spears they backed off after that. Thankfully my diagnostics finished and my translator module just needed to be reseated after I internally did that it worked like it was supposed to. By not recognizing their language. I did what I could to motion that I had no intention of harming them, then the blue horse neighed at the smaller ones, one left and was gone for an hour or so and brought back some books, at the time I didn’t realize it but the books were meant for foals; at least it helped me learn the basics of their language. After a few weeks of testing my translator, I said my first words. “Blue one what is your name?”
she looked at me with glee and responded. “Our name is Luna and we are a Princess of Equestria the land which you currently reside in, and may we ask who or what you are?”
I was more than happy to answer the Princess. “I am a Heedful Vulture series one model, my designation number is 1 1, my platoon referred to me as HV-11, or just HV for short," it was good that my vocabulator was working properly with my translator. “The human who was here before why didn’t it speak to me?”
Luna looked confused when she answered. “Myth is no human he is a unique golem and said you had no brain so he couldn’t talk to you,” I just tilted my head at her. “Do you not know, what a golem is?” I shook my head not wanting to interrupt her. “Very well HV-11, a golem is a construct that uses magic to create an intelligence but they usually have no will of their own, such as the case for Myth mostly,” she looked sad after saying that. We talked for a few hours after that enjoying each others company she talked about how the royal guard had found the golem and how it was now her sisters' guardian, she seemed to be very envious when she spoke about her sisters' and golems’ relationship as she called it.
After weeks of learning the language, I started to study the planet from books, looking around and determined I was at the very least not in the same galaxy that I use to be in. I felt depressed with the knowledge that I would never get to see Captain fare or Lieutenant Sod, no one of my old platoon would know what happened to me or where I was. I went on for days thinking of this new life I was forced to face, I decided that the only option I had was to find a purpose, I didn’t even need to be paid much since I had a natural charge I would only need to be oiled up every now and then. But what job would I be able to do I was built to be a peace-keeper, I was a soldier, I fought an almighty enemy so what use do I have now. I came to the conclusion that I didn't have one anymore, that I was useless.
