Academy for Rejected Souls (Multiverse, OC)

Location: Cafeteria


Who I'm With: Friend ( @StartingOver )


What I'm Doing: Agreeing


"I won't pretend that I know the headmistress very well, but the very idea of making a school for people kicked out of their own realms bothers me. Why a school? Why did it have to be a school?" Ivela complained. While she did like the socialization, and having somewhere to go after being banished from her home, it would not stop her from complaining about having to go to classes.


"I mean really. It couldn't have been a neighborhood or something?" Ivela questioned. She had no reason to complain other than everything wasn't perfect.


"Either way. I don't hate her...I don't think. I don't know her well enough." She stated.
 
Location: Courtyard


Who I'm With: No One


What I'm Doing: Sitting Behind A Tree and Thinking


Talia moved out into the courtyard and behind a tree. She couldn't go to Avalyn right then with the red mark she knew was still on her face. She couldn't let Avalyn see her cry either. Talia had never cried that much around her sister, and if she ever had, it was when they were little. She didn't care about the fact that grandmother had smacked her. She was just worried about her sister now. After a moment, she wiped her eyes, but she didn't get up. She just wanted to sit there and think now. That was apparently something else she shared in common with her father. They both liked to think about things that happened or might happen.


Location: Hallway Where I Last Saw Why'nn / Dorms


Who I'm With: Alone


What I'm Doing: Searching


Connor walked back down the hallway where he was sure he'd left Why'nn with the doctor, but she wasn't here. It was actually kind of stupid to assume that she was here still and hadn't moved. Connor shook his head and moved along the hallway continuing his search. He checked the infirmary as she was talking to the doctor, but she wasn't there either. With a sigh, Connor continued his search, this time going to the Common room, then to his dorm. He had an easier way to find her, and he'd use it. Entering his room, he sat down on his bed, closed his eyes, then channeled his thoughts to feel for Why'nn's mind via telepathy. He could feel all the minds in the school, but he didn't listen to their thoughts. Why'nn's was not present in the school. This worried him, so he expanded his search out into the city and the areas around it. So many minds. Too many. Need to stop, but need to find Why'nn. Can't pin point her mind. Just before stopping his search, he called out for Why'nn knowing her mind was there somewhere. 'Why'nn! Where are you?' This was followed by a cry of pain as he retreated back down into himself and slumped over onto the bed.
 
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Position : Th-The Star Forge.. But H-How?


Companions : This.. C-Can't be possible?!


Engaging in : Maybe I'm ALREADY dead..?


HK-50-01 didn't regain consciousness in the hallway he was in - instead , his photoreceptors perceived.. This.. This Can't be real! The S-Star Forge was destroyed! How.. How can I be here now? Looking around more only bright more questions. In the room - the deck of the Space Station he was created on - HK-50 saw almost everyone he had ever truly known , even those long dead... Even those he had no desire to ever see again.


Stranger still was that they seemed to be organized by how he felt towards them. On the right were those he loved - Why'nn , Connor , Ja'Has , and HK-50-01's eight Brothers were the most notable among them. On the right were those he feared or hated - Lord Malak , HK-47 , the leader of his Assassination Team Thrassk , the Jedi Exile and Kreia/Darth Traya were among these. In the middle stood only himself , Revan and an HK-51 prototype unit. This.. This.. Why are they keeping to sides like this? Shouldn't Ja'Has and Thrassk be near each other?


But he didn't bother to think of it any longer , instead deciding to ask all of these people - all of them he had wronged in some way , Why'nn and Ja'Has the worst - to torture and kill him. 'I BETRAYED EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU! YOU ALL SHOULD HATE ME! DO WHAT YOU SHOULD! UNLEASH ALL YOUR ANGER UPON ME! DEATH IS TOO GOOD FOR MY PENALTY - TORTURE ME! AND USE ONLY THE WORST TORTURES YOU HAVE- AS MY CRIMES DESERVE!'





But none of the Being's present did. Instead , Lord Malak ignited his Lightsaber.. HK-47 began firing.. Oh-Seven fired back.. And then the entire area was filled with carnage , with death , with destruction - all the things he deserved. In fact , the only one who wasn't fighting was Revan - who stood impassively , as if she was appraising the situation.


HK-50-01 collapsed and sobbed , paralyzed and unable to assist either side.. All he COULD do was sob.





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But all this took place in HK-50-01's Mind. The Star Forge was destroyed. Revan was dead. All but ONE of his Brothers were dead , and the one that remained didn't even remember him. His metallic form lay alone in the second floor hallway , shuddering and twitching irregularly - but not making any sound except for the tinny rap of clanking metal with the occasional shudder , photoreceptors in a black off Postion.
 
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Location: Crypt


Who I am with: 999 (@TommyGun15)


What I am doing: Returning


"I know we did not snuggle properly this time, friend but... I cannot be giggling when I return. You understand, yes?" Why'nn saw its face looking up at her and her heart melted. "I... I would like to take you with me, really I would..." Should she snuggle with it? She wanted to... "M...Maybe just a moment..." Why'nn opened the jar and pulled 999 out of it, curling around him and nuzzling him. She let the feeling wash over and quickly fell to giggling, still curled around him.
 
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Location: ???


Who I'm with: Girl from before (@folclor )


What I'm doing: Cuddles!


999 cooed happily as Why'nn held him, nuzzling her gently as she hugged him. He stayed with her like that for a few minutes, cheering her up as best he could. But after a while, 999 pulled away and retreated back into his jar, giving Why'nn one last little cuddle before picking up the jar's lid and shutting himself inside. The message was clear, Why'nn didn't have time to cuddle all day.

 

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Location: Courtyard/2nd floor Hallway/Courtyard


With: A droid and people I don't know(@KalenNighteyes )/ HK-50(@HK 50 09 )


Doing: Where is HK-50?/ OW!


Reagan tapped her foot impatiently after maybe 10 minutes of waiting. 'Where is HK-50? It shouldn't take that long to get to her office. And get her out here.' She began pacing impatiently as the minutes ticked by. 'Come on, it's HK-50. He's probably power-tripping somewhere and irritating someone... who could destroy him. I need to find him. But that order... Does it work continuously?' Reagan decided to play it safe. She was not allowed to leave the courtyard. However, the courtyard was a big place. And there were no vertical limitations. 'As long as I stay in the courtyard, I'm not technically disobeying. That'll help, right? Hurry up, HK-50.' Reagan paced, unsure of when HK-50 was coming back, or even if he was coming back. She was tempted to use her pack to float around, but she needed energy for the tournament.


At that point, immersed in thought, an idea struck her. 'Those window enchantments... they only work one way, right?' Reagan reached into her coat and pulled out a wrench, winding up a throw. 'Only one way to find out.' Using her thumb to aim, she hurled the wrench, aiming for a window. However, it bounced off a wall instead. Reagan blinked to just below the wrench, catching it and blinking back to the droid to try again. And again. And again. Before try number four, she realized that she was making a terrible mistake. This time, once she blinked closer to catch the wrench, she immediately threw it back at the window, succeeding in breaking it. The wrench sailed through the hallway, landing with a few loud clanks, hitting a certain HK unit. Reagan blinked down to the ground and surveyed her work. She had a way to get in and look for HK-50. 'It's been a while since that order was issued. Probably wore off by now, right?' Reagan blinked up into the second floor, and immediately screamed out in pain. She thought she saw HK-50, prone, but blinked on top of the immobile droid in the courtyard before she could confirm. Or at least, she tried to. Instead, she got the distinct feeling of falling, looking down to see ground fast approaching. 'CRAP!'


Reagan panicked, looking around, seeing the large droid. 'Too far... get closer...' Reagan blinked several times to get closer and lower, before finally blinking on top of the droid, landing with a thud. She collapsed on top of the machine, having exhausted herself. "second floor. near broken window. binding prevents. near wrench. solution... need solution. everything hurts." And then the binding kicked in again. "AAAAAAHHHHH!" Reagan screamed out in pain a second time for disobeying HK-50 by speaking before being spoken to. 'ow....'
 
Location- cafe


Who I'm with- Ivela(@Lunaria Silver


What I'm doing- Dude yes!


"Dude yes!" Violet said. "The school uniform is pretty cute though, even though it appears like we're in a anime or something..." She rolled her eyes. "The classes aren't the worst thing here though, some of the teachers are pretty bad. Seighart is pretty cool, he's the guy who runs the cafeteria and cooks is food. He's a gentle old man, I love him." Violet smiled.
 
Location: Cafeteria


Who I'm with: New Friend ( @StartingOver )


What I'm Doing: Talking about the awesome Zombie Chef


"I do actually like the school uniform." Ivela agreed. "I've always wanted to be in an anime."


At the mention of Sieghart, Ivela grinned. "I met him! He had plenty of advice for me regarding the tournament. He's really cool. Extremely awesome. How could anyone not love him?"
 
Location- cafeteria


Who I'm with- Ivela(@Lunaria Silver )


What I'm doing- having a blast.


Violet's widened as her head nodded. "Best teacher over here hands down!" She grinned looking over at the kitchen door. "He's even allowed me to get drunk a few times. It's great, after the tourament today we should go drink with him!" She smiled. "I haven't gotten drunk with a friend in alittle while."


Violet smiled, she seemed to be taking a real likeing to this girl. "We can invite Grim, he's that cute otter boy over there."
 
Location: Cafeteria


Who I'm With: Violet ( @StartingOver )


What I'm Doing: Making Plans


At the prospect of drinking, Ivela frowned for a moment. 'Should I tell her that drinking doesn't really...work for me? I mean, I would have to drink an enormous amount of alcohol to even get a buzz.' Because of the way she was raised, she, like everyone in her family excepting maybe Killua as he would only be 5 at this point, had a very high tolerance to poisons. As alcohol is registered in the body as a poison, it would not have much of an affect on her.


After a moment, Ivela decided against it. "Sounds fun!" She began. "We totally should."


When the girl mentioned Grim, the "cute" otter-boy, Ivela smirked. "Oh...you think he's handsome, do you? Are you an item?"
 
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Location: School Grounds


Who I'm with: No one, the trees


What I'm doing: Enjoying the morning calm and coffee


Delrick was slowly walking along the edge of the grounds that met the edge of forest. He enjoyed the stillness and quiet that it offered and whenever it was possible he would come here in the mornings and take a slow walk to clear his mind and reset his thoughts.


A hot cup of coffee that Sieghart had brewed for him was carefully balanced on his staff as it kept easy pace with him. He was nearly complete with his walk of the schools parameter, as if he were a lone sentry tasked with keeping it safe. In a way he was, but not from physical threats literally beyond the walls of the school. The threats came from outside the walls of this reality.


As he passed what would've been considered a very ancient tree, he stopped. He could feel fear, doubt, and despair; All coming from his apprentice. He hadn't felt this from her since she had begun training with the Sith, but that stopped within a few days of the training. And while she had large range of emotions when she was with Connor and James's, it was never like this. The monk took a deep breath and pushed his own feelings of calm and serenity, as well as his own caring warmth and support for her through the binding. With it he tried to include the image of the tree. He wasn't sure if she'd see it, but knew her experience with mental contact was beyond what most non-telepaths would ever know.


Then those darker feelings melted away, replaced by calm and joy, unbridled joy, happiness and laughter. The monk was concerned for a moment, abrupt changes like that were usually caused by magical means or other outside elements. The warlock focused on the binding and on Why'nn, pushing through the wall of bright emotions to bring her calm, not to take away her feelings of joy and happiness, but level them out and to let her know she was cared for.


Location: Cafeteria


WhoI'm with: Valian (@folclor ), a cannon/girl? (@Pinkalyn ), Dude that squished my food! (@Mad Prince of Sanity )


What I'm doing: Talking and being popular?


The otter watched and listened to the two other people(?) that were now at his table. They seemed very odd, even for this school. The guy with the hat had some seriously corny jokes and the cannon/girl seemed like she could be fun, but something about her didn't sit right with him. Maybe it was her smell, she smelled a bit like Mr. Shiney Pants. It was because he was a machine, and she looked like she was mostly machine as well.


Grim glanced over to where Violet had been and saw she was with looked like a new friend. 'Good on ya lass, meetin' new people.' He thought as he absently picked a bit of pancake off the table and munched on it.


But when Valian came back bearing a plate of food and passed it to him, the otter perked up. "T'anks mate!" Sliding the plate away from the madman, in case he tried to lay in this one. "Aye, I can believe dat. Ye can get into a right brown studeh from time to time!" Smiling as he dug into the food. He was making fun of his friends lack of attention with most of the classes they were in. It was a very absent minded way to make it through school, but Valian seemed to be doing quite well for it. "Oh I cannae wait ta start crushin' some o' dees skulls like clam on meh tummeh!" Sometimes in his excitement Grim would slip in expressions that were considered old and odd expressions even among his own kind back on the forests and rivers of Mossflower.
 
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Location: Crypt


Who I am with: 999 (@TommyGun15)


What I am doing: Leaving


Her giggles died down as he slipped off of her. She wanted more cuddles but she did understand. "Thank you, friend," she whispered, gently pressing her lips to the side of the jar. It was then that she began noticing her father was pushing calmness through to her. In her mind she saw an ancient tree. Was Father sending this as well?


The girl made sure to grab her arm and stow it in her bag of holding before she began walking back toward the school. Her steps were quick, not frenzied, and she noticed she had very little undue attention from the people around her. She quickly reached the edge of the city and began to walk up the path. If Father was anywhere near the entrance he would see her as she approached. Why'nn hoped he was not.


Location: Cafeteria


Who I'm with: Grim (@Grim Wraithe Stjerna), a cannon girl (@Pinkalyn), and an insane man (@Mad Prince of Sanity)


What I'm doing: Eating and talking


Valian laughed. "Just because you can't get away with it doesn't mean you have to take it out on me!" he feigned hurt. Then, of course, he finally dug in to his own plate of food. "Well, we've both fight in the two previous tournaments. I'm betting first round is easy and after that you have to watch out." The truth was Valian wasn't the most talented fighter and he knew he would likely be out in the second or third round, depending on who he fought. It was more than likely that he'd lose if he came up against Grim.
 
Location: School Grounds


Who I'm with: No one, the trees / Why'nn (@folclor )


What I'm doing: Enjoying the morning calm and coffee / Being concerned


Delrick stood near the ancient tree, sipping on his coffee as he scanned the grounds for his apprentice. While he wasn't particularly near the entrance, he could easily see anyone coming or going along that path.


After a short time he did see her as she approached the gate, the monk smiled and moved towards her, holding his coffee in his left hand while his staff lazily floated along behind him. As he drew near he saw she was missing her cybernetic arm; this drew a concerned and puzzled expression. When he was close enough, he motioned for her to stop. "Little bird, what has happened to your wing?" Using his private term of endearment for her, showing he was not mad, but mildly concerned. The monk knew she could take care of herself, and did not need coddling. But the amount of time she spent in the infirmary was excessive.


While not blocking her path, he did give the impression he was going to let her by without an explanation.
 
Location: School grounds


Who I am with: Father (@Grim Wraithe Stjerna)


What I am doing: Going to find my friend


While she was glad to see her father, she was busy right now. "I ripped it off," the girl stated. She appreciated his concern but dreaded having to tell him why she ripped off her arm. "I must go see HK-50-01. I need to make amends." They approached the entry doors and Why'nn opened them, stepping inside. "I believe I may have hurt him in not acknowledging what has become."
 
Location: Courtyard


Who I'm With: Reagan (@shadowstrikr25 ) and HK-50-01 (@HK 50 09 )


What I'm Doing: Listening, Helping


Talia had finally stopped crying fully. She felt she could go back into the school, but she heard voices from behind. One was that of a girl, and the other was a familiar voice. HK-50-01. She had to stop herself from jumping up right then to go to him. She didn't want anyone to see mark on her face. The spot was still stinging quite a bit so the red mark had to still be there. Instead, Talia just listened, however, she could hear something in her mind. That's when she realized she was actually hearing HK-50-01's voice in her mind. With a deep breath, Talia closed her eyes and focused on the droid's voice. His voice became louder as she entered his mindscape. She found herself in an unfamiliar place, perhaps some sort of factory. Not immediately seeing him, she began walking and spoke. 'Hello? HK-50-01? My name is Talia. I know you do not know me, but I am a...friend of Connor and Why'nn.'
 
Location: School Grounds / school interior


Who I'm with: Why'nn (@folclor )


What I'm doing: Listening


Delrick fell into step with his daughter, raising an eyebrow at her statement off ripping off her arm, though he was glad to see she did not medical attention this time. While he was curious as to the reason behind such an action, if she wasn't going to bring it up he wasn't going to ask. She would become an independent agent and he did not need to question her on all aspects of her life, save those that were mission related."If you don't like the way the arm looks, there are simpler ways of modifying it, without ripping it off." His voice carried a hint of humor in it, her emotional state was easy enough to read. "And how do you believe you did that?" Stepping into the entry way and following at her side as they talked.
 
Position : ..The Star Forge


Companions : ..Everyone who's fighting , Talia (@KalenNighteyes)


Engaging in : maybe SHE will torture me!


HK-50-01 felt the Star Forge - if that even was what it constituted- shake , as if the subject of a TurboLaser barrage. For a moment he thought someone was trying to destroy the Living Factory , looking up to *hope* to see glorious blaster energy breaching the walls. At this point , HK-50 would settle for destruction so long as it removed him from his - Friends? How could he call them friends if he betrayed every one of them? - Lives , made sure he could never hurt any of them again.


With a great deal of dissapointment , it seemed whatever or whomever launched the barrage had decided to flee , for there was no pinpoints of light streaming through freshly made openings. Instead , all he saw was the endless battle that seemed to be taking place in the Star Forge , a battle he had hoped would be turned upon him in it's entirety. That didn't happen - the two sides seemed more content to battle each other than HK-50-01 , what SHOULD have been the object of all their hatred.


What DID happen was someone else arriving , a voice he didn't recognize - and he recognized every single voice there. Whatever the voice was , she apparently knew HIM , or knew OF him somehow. At first he thought she was some kind of historian - though , why his name could be known though histories , he wasn't aware - until she said she was a 'friend' of Why'nn. Maybe she'll hurt me she should I betrayed Why'nn and she should hate me for it hate me for existing and she isn't fighting maybe that's what she's here for..





HK-50-01 quickly rushed to the source of the voice , not bothering to use recognition software. Instead , he threw himself upon his hands and knees , looking to the ground - HK-50-01 didn't deserve to look at her. 'I.. I.. No , I Don't know you.. But you should hurt me I betrayed Why'nn I-I hit her told her she was inferior but I swore I would never do such things I betrayed her and myself you should be torturing me I don't deserve to have any friends please I just need to be tortured and forgotten like a traitor should be No-One else here will do it but you will I know you will you aren't fighting like everyone else is and and I haven't corrupted you like I have everyone else I've known please torture me it's what I deserve..'
 
Location: Entry hall


Who I am with: Father (@Grim Wraithe Stjerna)


What I am doing: Walking and explaining


A faint smile graced her lips at his humor. "No, Father, I like how it looks just fine. I... was in the way. I suppose HK-50-01 has gained rank and he told me I should apologize as I was impeding him. Then he seemed to become upset and ran away." Why'nn purposely left out the part about the droid hitting her. Father would not approve. "I... took his words to heart and harmed myself to make amends. But Keeper and 999 saved me," 'Was there someone else?' "so I am returning to attempt to help HK-50-01. I must, afterward, get my arm attached once more. I believe there is time for that before the tournament. I shall fight one-armed if I must."
 
Location: Entry hall and hallways


Who I'm with: Why'nn (@folclor )


What I'm doing: Listening


It made him smile that she understood the humor as it was meant. "Hmm... He has been given an official position and title. I believe he even has an apprentice now." He gave her a side long glance. "But for him to act in such a way, is not acceptable for the staff." He placed an arm around her shoulders in brief hug. "You are subordinate to myself and the headmistress, but you are not inferior. If that happens again be respectful but there is no need to make amends." 'I will speak with the prototype about his behavior.' "Who is Keeper and what is 999? They're not students and nether are they staff." His curiosity wss thoroughly peaked now. He smiled at her willing admission of willing to fight at a disadvantage. "Though that would make the use of your chosen weapon difficult at best. Would it not?" Squeezing her shoulder he nodded. "Yes, there is time to get your arm back on before the tournament."
 
Location: A Factor of some kind


Who I'm With: HK-50-01 (@HK 50 09 ), others fighting


What I'm Doing: Attempting to console


Talia looked on the droid as he ran up to her and dropped to his knees. He wanted her to hurt him, but she couldn't do that. Not to HK-50-01. Instead, Talia knelt down in front of his semi-transparent form and looked at him. 'I do not wish to hurt you, HK-50-01. From what you say it sounds like you made a mistake, and mistakes are easily rectified. I made a mistake of my own today and I was hit for it. We simply must learn from the mistake so we do not repeat it. I can feel that you feel you should be tortured for what you did, but I do not think so. If you would like, once we go back out of this place, I will accompany you to Why'nn. An apology goes a long way to fix things.' She held out her hand to him, signaling that she'd help him stand up.
 
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Location-cafeteria


Who I'm with-Ivela(@Lunaria Silver )


What I'm doing- confessing


Violet grinned. "I love him, but no we aren't dating." Vi's grin turned to a frown. "I told him I loved him, but he didn't seem to say anything back. Granted I was drunk so maybe he thought it wasn't me talking as much as it was the liquor." Violet looked over to him. "I'm a piece of work, but he still stands by my side. I wish he would get It that I want to be with him. I want him by my side to be a permanent thing." She sighed. "Oh well let me not bore you with my life."
 
Location: Hallways


Who I am with: Father (@Grim Wraithe Stjerna)


What I am doing: Looking


"How did you know he called me inferior?" Her eyes went wide and she slapped a hand over her mouth. Father wasn't supposed to know that! Embarrassment colored her cheeks and she looked away from him as she walked. "I do not know where they live but they saved me before. Keeper is tall and smells like home. 999 is an ooze! He is cute and makes me laugh." She seemed excited to tell him all about it. Why'nn nodded at his observation. "It would make it difficult, but not impossible." They were climbing the stairs now toward the second floor.
 
Postion : The Star Forge


Companions : people who are fighting , Talia (@KalenNighteyes)


Engaging in : ..This doesn't make any sort of logic!?!


HK-50-01 couldn't resist looking to this Talia when she kneeled , as much as he didn't think he deserved to look. How.. She's A Purple LIGHT? That.. Can't be right. My photoreceptors must be failing.. And why PURPLE? I don't.. I don't understand.. What made even *less* sense was that she could 'feel' anything of him. Droids - and by extension , HK-50 himself - couldn't be felt by any sort of force or magic outside of a particular set of technology based magic , as Regan possessed. And even then.. They didn't have any emotional feedback from him. Glancing away , at himself , he noticed his appearance was near transparent - rather like a specter , such as those projected by deceased Force Users. Is.. This Raxus? Am I dead? That could explain why all these people are here..





Another thought occurred to him , spurned by a quick survey of his surroundings - a more detailed survey. Am I talking to the Star Forge itself? But.. Why would the Star Forge appear as anything but a Rakatan? And why PURPLE? Lord Revan used a purple Lightsaber , both as a Sith Lord and a Jedi.. But beyond that , I can't think of any significance purple has to me or the Star Forge.. At least , a logical significance. And why would I have this amount of significance to the Star Forge? I certainly don't deserve to be the last of the Rakata.. And HK-47 must still be around if it wants to preserve its creations.. But that doesn't fit logic either - it can create more droids if it do desires. Unable to find a satisfactory answer , he turned his processing abilities to the rest of the Statement.


Which would've displeased him , had he not been in a state of depression. Not undergoing the process of analyzing it , he ignored the offered hand and spoke in a tone conveying frustrated sadness. 'I didn't merely make a mistake , Talia - or The Star Forge's consciousness or Death or whatever else you may be. I FAILED. A mistake is something small , such as spilling some portion beverage onto someone or missing a flimsiplast target in a firing range. THAT is easily rectified , you are correct. But that isn't what I did. I failed Why'nn by what *I* did. All she did was interpose herself in my path , and what did I do? I hit her , I told her to beg for forgiveness - that she was inferior , all organics inferior , and that I was the ultimate being. I became what I swore I never would , and that's beyond any simple apology's capability to repair. I assure you , whatever 'mistake' you made pales in comparison to my own. I deserve much more than a simple hit. I wish that Torture Switch was still around - and even that isn't punishment enough. If.. If you won't hurt me , then I'll have to hurt myself. That's the only way to fix this , to either kill the one I betrayed or suffer the pain that befits a traitor. The magnitude of what I did can't go unpunished , not unless the Galaxy itself has reversed rotation.' HK-50-01 hoped this.. Being in front of him wouldn't keep him from what needed to do , because then he'd have to cease such meddling - the only way the Assassin Droid , scion of both the Sith and the Rakata , knew how to do that was through violence.
 
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Location: Stairway / second floor hallway


Who I'm with: Why'nn (@folclor )


What I'm doing: Listening


Delrick smiled and chuckled at her reaction. "Through the binding I can feel your stronger emotions, and as you saw you can see certain images. And earlier I felt your fear, doubt, and despair. That plus you saying you needed to make amends by harming yourself, it was easy for me to get the context of what happened." Her embarrassment was understandable, she cared for the droid and didn't want harm to come to him.


Before responding he thought back on all that had occurred in the past few months. 'Nishira has acted a bit rashly recently, I wonder if these two have anything to do with it.' "So Keeper is an undead of some sort then? And this ooze, how does he make you laugh?" He asked with a genuine smile, though he wondered how powerful this 999 was, the glove should've protected her from the over-stimulation of simple contact with a gelatinous creature. "No not impossible, but you could not preform at your best."
 
Location: Second Floor Hallway


Who I am with: Father (@Grim Wraithe Stjerna) and... HK-50-01!! (@HK 50 09)


What I am doing: Talking and looking


"Oh." Well, at least he understood. "Yes!" Why'nn was excited about talking further on the subject of her new friends. "Keeper is big and strong! He does not talk, though. And he is a flesh golem, not undead. And 999 makes..." She stopped. How did he make her laugh? She wasn't sure. "He... well, he feels kind of tickly, but I do not know. He just makes me happy by touching me. He is cute and likes cuddles and is orange. He nuzzles, too, and can make himself so big he becomes a blanket or so small he can hide anywhere!" At this point, were they not in the sort of realm where this was possible, it would sound like she was describing imaginary friends.


But it wasn't long before she spotted the silver droid laying on the ground. Immediately, Why'nn ran forward and hugged HK-50-01 tightly. "HK-50-01, are you okay?" she whispered.
 
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