The Real Monster

Then she saw VT-L2 with the arm. “What are you going to do with that?” She asked it.

VT-L2 looked up at Quint and squealed happily. "I need it. When I hit the wall back on Rowan's ship, I broke my arm!" He pointed to his dangling left arm that was only holding on by a single sparking wire.

"Quite talkative, isn't he?" The familiar voice of Jin'Lor/Creator spoke up from the doorway as the lights came on. Standing in his place was a younger man, his hair tied back as his dark blue eyes gazed at Quint. A grin crossed his face as he began to pull a knife from its place on his belt. "At least the guest I get to meet is a pretty one."

The little droid began to shake slightly as realization dawned on him. "Quint. Quint!" He dropped the extra arm and grabbed onto her pants' leg, tugging furiously in fear. "Go, go! We gotta go! He's bad! Very bad! Very strong! Bad, bad, BAD!" He kept tugging, refusing to go anywhere without her now.

Stabbing the small panel next to the door, the grin on Jin'Lor's face seemed to broaden. The door slammed shut, the loud clicking and groaning of the lock moving into place being heard. "I see he recognizes me from all those memories Ripper shoved into his head." He chuckled and pulled the knife free of the door panel.

Taking a few steps into the room, he pulled another knife from his belt. "So, beautiful, want to play?" He asked and held up both knives.