#(i stg i'll finish with the first draft one of these days so maybe you guys can read more than out of context snippets)

[greyias]

You ever spend so long writing/expanding on an extremely minor and undeveloped background character you become intensely attached to them? To the point where you try and find ways to recreate them in-game?

Thus is my fate, to fall too hard for this extremely fanon/headcanoned version of Theron’s poor, doomed astromech from Lost Suns, who has sort of graduated into his sidekick in this AU fic I’ve been working on forever-and-a-day. So much so, I’ve gone and tracked down the closest customization for T7 in-game to my little dome-headed pal.

Lookit that chrome dome good boy.

I’m not sure at what point I started to fall for my little fanonized version of this obscure and forgotten astromech, but it was somewhere between him fandroiding over T7′s cult status within the SIS droid circle, and this beautiful exchange:

It also gave Theron a moment to contact M-6 to have the astromech meet them at engineering. Sliding a glance at his two, for lack of a better word, companions filling the corridor with quiet chatter, he decided to send the message to M-6 over a text relay within his implants.

The data packet came back in seconds, and the droid beeped in his ears. Curious, he replied with a query, receiving a very simple response. It was a crude pictographic data packet, but he understood the droid’s meaning.

He thought about sending back a warning to the little astromech that he should watch his language in any official medium that might be reviewed later by the analytics department -- but that'd probably be hypocritical. Plus, Theron had no doubt who would get the blame for corrupting the circuits of innocent little astromech droids if the Director of the SIS ever heard a droid cursing in binary.

Does canon!M-6 flip Theron the bird via emoji like my widdle fic!M-6 does? EH. Probably not. He seems to be more of a worry wart, and a storytelling device so Theron has someone to monologue to and infodump on before he gathers the rest of the cast as companions. Poor little faithful guy, he’s just happy to let Theron babble on endlessly about software upgrades and implants, wake up in the middle of the night to haul animal carcasses away that he tried to warn Theron about, and also haul most of the pieces of his giant spy ray around everywhere.

Sadly, he only lasts three of the five comics before he’s unceremoniously dissected off-screen by Imperials. RIP M-6, best little spy droid buddy. You live on in my heart. And apparently this fic if it ever sees the light of day.