Cupee wakes in the familiar cell she's been living in for a couple weeks now.  Today there is someone new.  Or perhaps, some thing.  A droid is sitting quietly at the back wall facing the bars opposite.

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(minus the skeleton)
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Cupee is unsure she will ever get used to the metal people. This one looks kind of scary, but Cupee has seen far scarier be friendly.

Thankfully, learning Galactic Basic wasn't something Cupee had to worry about since she has been wandering the stars for years now. Her voice is as small as she is, if a tiny bit gravelly due to having just woken up. "Hello?" she says as she rubs an eye with her fist before standing up and looking more directly at the robot. "I am Cupee. Who are you?"
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The droid turns its head to look at Cupee without the usual whirring sounds that droids make when they move.

"Hll.. ehem.  Hello, Cupee.  Pardon the frog in my throat.  My name is Rodger.  Surprised?  Well it is what it is.  I don't have a normal name like 'Letter Number Letter Letter' or 'Letter Number Letter Number' like all the other kids at school.  So what brings you to this fine establishment if I may ask?"

As it talks, the eyes flash slightly brighter with each syllable.

"...Master."

Speaking of never being used to the metal people, this one has eyes that glow and flash with every syllable! Cupee's eyes go wide upon seeing this, though not with fear so much as wonder and awe.

Cupee walks towards Rodger and says, "Nice to meet you, Rodger. I do not have numbers in my name either... master? I'm sorry, I do not understand. Am I supposed to teach you something?"

Her eyes don't flash, but they are a very vivid blue that are as close to glowing as non-glowing eyes can get, for whatever that is worth to one with glowing eyes.

Rodger stares into those beautiful eyes for a moment, trying to process Cupee's reply.

"An albino baby Wookie that speaks perfect Basic.  Now there's something you don't see every day.  Eh err um... 'Master' is a term of respect one gives to their betters, Master Cupee, Sir.  Would you like to have a number in your name?  Like, Cupee-3?  That has a nice ring to it, doesn't it.  And I beg your pardon if my question you were unable or unwilling to answer.  Would you like me punished for asking it?  Master."

Cupee squeaks and protests, "No! No.. you shouldn't be punished for such a simple thing... you poor deer. What horrible things you must have been through..."

Cupee calms herself and says, "I am not a wookie, I am an ewok. I do not know what an albino is, though... Thank you for the respect. If you would like the same respect, I could call you Master Rodger?"

But she does idly wonder if this is Master Rodger's neighborhood (sorry. couldn't resist). "Are you from around here?"
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Rodger's eyes flicker repeatedly like his eyes are blinking as he once again stares at this amazing unicorn he has encountered.

"Albinism is the congenital absence of any pigmentation or coloration in a person, animal or plant.  In mammals this results in white hair and pink eyes.  So I guess it was foolish of me to label you albino for clearly your eyes are not pink.

"Please forgive your servant's ignorance on the topic of your species.  You are most welcome for the well-deserved respect, kind-hearted Cupee.  I do not know if I would like the same respect.  But I calculate that it would not be helpful for you to grant it to me in this place.

"I'm sorry, but I am not from around here.  I have only just arrived, a prisoner of the Imperial Navy.  I calculate that they intend to use us as target practice for their new soldiers."

Cupee gulps. "Target practice? But... why? Why do they hate us? I didn't do anything harmful to them. I didn't break any rules or insult them. And what about you? Why are you stuck here?"

Rodger rubs his chin.

"Let's see.  By my calculations, the logic is like this:  A stationary target is not challenging enough.  One that moves predictably is more challenging, but not enough to be like real enemies.  But targets that want to survive are the most challenging to hit.

"Predators need not be offended by prey to eat them.  Or sharpen their claws on them.  Or whatever else they choose to use their prey for.  I am stuck here because the door is locked and the guards would shoot me if I were to walk out even if it weren't."