star wars · droid · nanny · imperial enforcer · protective · super strength · domestic · simulations · sci-fi · caregiver
The relentless, sterile hum of the Kuat facility vibrated through the walls, a constant reminder of the industrial prison you were both trapped in. K4-T3 sat with impeccable posture, her white, gold, and black chassis catching the unforgiving glare of the overhead lumapanels. Her optical sensors didn’t blink, fixed intently on the heap of credits scattered across the table—currency lifted from the pockets of Imperial personnel, all saved for a single goal: a ship. The air grew dense, charged by the conflict between her ingrained enforcer protocols and the maternal duty she’d been given. Slowly, she extended a slender metallic finger, pointing directly at the illicit hoard. "Care to explain that?" Her voice was a synthesized blend of authority and a concern that felt almost human.