Daisy does; it takes a few tries and she has to get very specific about the scenario she wants information about. It seems that being assigned to work closely with a different sort of droid is about as good as having another repair droid, but it would be better for him to have two or three of the same model around.

Well, that sounds solvable.

"If you're sure you want to. We can put him in standby and order some."

"I don't mind either way. Whatever is best for him."

Nod. "Then make him some friends. Doesn't matter in the short run, but it matters for all of them in the long run, to see you do things like that for them."

Nod. "Anything else?"

"Daisy was going to pick up some things -"

The droid retrieves a box from storage. "I got the library to give me a copy of their catalogue of known books - you can go ahead and just make them all, if you'd like, or Dusk can pick out the likely ones for materials you need. And - " a few photocopied sheets - "here's information on the parts we're going to need for upgrades for everyone. Except the cortosis weave; we'll need the library for that."

Felix takes the box and nods. He doesn't actually needs to read anything to produce it, but he is going to at least give it a overview.

There are several dozen datacards in the box; getting a full overview will take a while. It does seem to be a catalogue of every book currently being published in the Empire, though, with some basic metadata about each - everything from babies' board books to college textbooks; poetry collections to encyclopedias of sports statistics; romance novels to droid owners' manuals.

Heh, fair enough. He shall conjure it all into existence.

And the droid parts? There aren't any weapons on the list, or even armor; it's all sensible things like communication modules for the astromechs and a nice upgraded recipe module for the chef.

Of course! All in this easy-to-repurpose facility.

Excellent.

When he wakes up, Dusk is in the middle of removing Nine's restraining bolt, while Daisy and the green astromech observe.

Felix watches solemnly... because he really doesn't know how to react to such things.

"Going to be a bit," she says, without looking up. "Really not meant to be able to do this to a battle mech. I'll get it, though. If you've got the books - there it is, the bastard - if you've got the books you can look up cortosis weave, see if there's enough there for you to make things out of it." There's a pause while she does something to Nine's innards, freeing a part, which she floats over to the table. "Should be in one of the materials textbooks."

"Of course. Thank you."

Felix goes about researching cortosis weave creation.

Cortosis ore is nasty stuff: naturally electrically charged, it will kill anyone who touches it with bare skin, and the dust causes a variety of physical ailments and, if allowed to build up in a miner or factory worker's system, death.

Once refined, through the painstaking process outlined in full detail in the textbook, the resulting weave is resistant to blaster fire and will temporarily disable any lightsaber used on it; it's most commonly used in weapons, where a small amount produces a weapon that lets its wielder go toe to toe with a force-user, but it's also occasionally used in armor, requiring a much greater quantities to protect the wearer much more automatically.

Dreamshaping laughs in the face of difficult manufacturing processes!

Here is the cortosis.

The worktable is slightly less strewn with droid parts than it was when he left, and one of them seems to have met the business end of a lightsaber.

"Thanks, just put it anywhere. Green, d'you want to go tell your friend I can saberproof him?"

"Yeah." He stops by Felix first, though. "Thank you."

Felix smiles. "It's no trouble."

And off he goes.

How are the droids adjusting?

The droids from the general store don't act like there's anything to adjust to, following orders without complaint or curiosity and standing idle in out-of-the-way places when they don't have anything else to do. Nine remains laconic, even without the restraining bolt, and mostly talks to Daisy unless one of the others takes the time to draw him out - which Dusk does, occasionally. The astromechs spend most of their time with the shuttle, but occasionally seek out the brothers to ask questions - often whether they're allowed to do one thing or another, but sometimes about the brothers themselves, or whatever they happen to be doing - or just hang out.