Divergence in Destiny (Star Wars RP)

Connor nodded slightly, the paced back and forth a few times. He looked back at the monitor where the image of the planet was, staring at it for a long moment. Something didn't feel right, like a vibration in the Force that just wasn't sitting well with him. He looked to Why'nn, having barely heard her. "What? Oh, training, right. No. This mission briefing was to take the place of training today. Your mother wants us to leave within the hour, so if you're going to ask her, then you should go now. I'll head to the landing platform where our ship waits." A confused expression come to his features once more and he looked back to the image of Hoth. Something just isn't right, but what it was he couldn't pinpoint it. He would have to be on guard through the whole mission. He looked back Why'nn, his confusion gone, but his brow still furrowed. "Be quick, and remember that if your mother says no, it's better to not fight her on it as it will be worse for him if you do." With that, he turned fully back to the image, and continued to study it.
 
Why'nn watched Connor a moment. What was wrong with him? "Come, HK-50-01, let's hurry." She was quick, decisive in her steps toward her mother's office. Of course, she made sure HK-50-01 was keeping up with her as he had wanted to explain the reasons himself. As they climbed the steps she took a deep breath and cleared her mind of anger or any other perceptible emotion. She entered and bowed, the more respectful greeting. "Mother," she greeted as she straightened. "I have come with a request before Connor and I leave." Hopefully HK-50-01 would keep quiet initially...
 
HK-50-01 wasn't sure why Why'nn sighed. What did he do wrong? Did he fail somehow? At the idea of Why'nn torturing him - she never had , but there was first times for everything - He started lightly shaking and his thoughts came out as Am... Am I going to be hurt? PLEASE PLEASE I WONT ASSERT MYSELF AGAIN NO NO I'M SORRY! This was assuaged when she said they should wait since he was supposed to supervise Training and leaving so soon would cause him more pain. This did leave him wondering why she sighed , however. It was up to Connor and time to decide his fate.


HK-50-01 was relieved when Connor said that the training session was merely to quickly go over plans - and that they needed to go within the hour. All the courage he could possess in his broken state was with him now , and time would only made it fade away. He started shaking again when he said Why'nn defying her mother - she almost always did that now - could get him hurt worse. His courage slightly slipped as he entered the office , as well. He almost didn't follow , but his legs marched forward anyway. When he walked into the office after her , he was trembling.


He took the statement of her and Connor having an idea as a que to begin speaking , which came out in a faltering voice. He had never asserted himself in any form to a master in , oh , 170 years. "Plea/idea : Mistress please don't hurt me for this I don't want pain oh please... I... I... The m-mission. Th-they're going to Hoth. I- I - k-killed a few Jedi there a h-hundred and f-f-fifty years ago. In the s-same cave... So I thought , m-maybe I could g-go as.. As... A g-guide. Since O-one of them h-had a R-rather old holo... Holoc... HOLOCRON. Oh no... No I raised my voice no no no no I'm going to get hurt OH NO NO PLEASE I JUST HAD A SUG-PLEA , MISTRESS!" He couldn't help but violently shake now , a faint rattling coming from him and his eyes were purple , but he didn't sink to his knees like he usually did. He didn't think that would persuade mistress he could assist anyone , and he had enough courage to avoid it.
 
Manara looked upon her daughter then to the droid. She listened to the droid speaking and, when he loudly said the word Holocron, she didn't care, but then he started screaming even more. She drew all the dark energy within her that she could and projected it outward in a massive aura. When she spoke, her voice had deepened. "Stop stuttering and say your piece, droid! The longer you take, the more you waste my time! Now speak!" If the droid could be of use on the mission as he had claimed, she may allow it, but if he wouldn't speak properly and clearly, she wouldn't. It would make him a liability on the mission. She was already leaning hardly toward denying the request then torturing the junk heap until he was forced into an auto-repair cycle.
 
Why'nn let a look of displeasure seep through her facade at HK's immediate groveling. Immediately after, her mother sent out an aura that shook her, despite how many times she was exposed to it. Drawing on her own connection to the Force, she stood a bit taller, but did not send out anything counter to her mother. This was not a time for a familial dispute. After she'd composed herself, she turned her attention back to the HK unit. "HK-50-01, you wanted to bring this forward. Show her you can be useful. No stammering, no pleas, no screaming. Remember. You're doing this for me, not just to avoid torture," the girl intoned in the Rakatani language. "Show her you're more than what she's made you."
 
HK-50-01 fell to the poseof submission he had been taught as soon as Mistress Manara raised her voice against him. He didn't even listen to the order is pertained - his fear of asserting himself and his fear of torture combined at that instant to overwhelm any sense of logic he possessed. He moaned as well but didn't say anything - he was too scared to speak at all.


He caught Why'nn's look of displeasure and that only added to his fear. They're both going to hurt torture me... OH NO WHY WHY WHY THIS WAS A BAD IDEA NEVER DO IT NEVER ASSERT MYSELF NEVER SUGGEST CAUSES HURT PAIN TORTURE.. However Why'nn speaking to him in Rakatani ceased this outburst , and the words strengthened him. Yes! He should prove himself for once! If it was only for him - he wouldn't. But for Why'nn he'd do anything , anything that he could try to do in any form. And thusly he stood up , ceased shaking - merely slightly trembling as he actually tended to do most of the time anyway - and his eyes went back to yellow. His eyes were once orange , but hadn't been in... Oh, 170 years or more. That ended the last time he tried to assert himself in anyway.


He intoned his words in his dual tone , but they came out more sure. No shakiness to them whatsoever , except for at the very beginning. "R-Request : Mistress. I noticed that , at the briefing , the planet we are going to is the planet Hoth in the Anoat Sector of space. I thought it was merely an odd coincidence that I was sent to a planet that happened to be the one where I last killed a Jedi. But , the cave we are going near to look for the holocron - the one with all the dampners , meaning it couldn't have been destroyed as I had been told - is the same exact one. Added that I happened to kill a Jedi - Consular , Green Lightsaber , darker hair , male , ostensibly 30 - that possessed an older Holocron. I- I wasn't ordered to retrieve it then or I would have. I thought this could help in the mission since I remember the exact spot the Jedi fell upon. That- that that Is all , Glorious Mistress." Towards the end his courage started to falter again , especially when he realized Mistress could be angry that he didn't acquire the holocron , and when he wasn't sure how to end the statement.
 
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Manara gave an amused smirk as the droid actually managed to speak clearly without stammering halfway through. She dialed back the aura, her voice returned to normal, and she walked over to stand in front of the droid. She stared hard into his now yellow eyes, as if trying to look into his soul. "You wish me to grant this request?" She glanced to her daughter, then back to the droid. "You are so easily put into a figurative meltdown. How do I know you wouldn't crumple at the first sign of combat? I mean, I know combat and assassination was your original programming, but it has been so very long since you have done it." Her smirk widened and she began to walk a circle around the droid, running her finger across it's metal shoulders. As she rounded back in front of him, her smirk dropped to a look of severity and the aura once again projected outward, but a little less powerful, and her voice was still the same. "How do I know you won't get my daughter killed?!"
 
HK-50-01 wasn't sure why Manara was amused. Perhaps he seemed to foolish and useless to be able to do what he just did. In truth that was extremely hard for him to enact , and he hardly had any energy left , emotional-wise. The truth of the matter -that he was put into fear and submission so easily , and that he hadn't killed anyone the entire time he had served Manara - was one he couldn't think to defend himself against right then. He started shaking again, not audibly but enough to be very clearly visible - much more than his near constant trembling- as soon as Manara began circling him and scraping along his shoulders.


And when she gave him the severe look , it became audible once again. His thoughts changed to the usual beggings and pleadings. Not sure what to do , he looked to Why'nn - and she stood , looking at him as if daring him to go ahead and defend her. The shaking slowed but remained pronounced , But he did just that- defended Why'nn. "Correction : Mistress , I haven't killed anyone in your entire ownership because you haven't asked me to. I can kill my enemies just fine - you are the one who scares me into pure terror. I will not see your daughter dead. I would do absolutely everything to make sure she stays safe. If I have to I'll jump into pits of Lava to save her - without plating if it comes to that. She's been my top priority ever since she was born , more so in the last 8 years. If I don't go with her , and she dies... First I would likely destroy myself because I can'tbearthatidea oh NO NO- STOP! Secondly , how could YOU live with the idea that I could've been sent along and you chose not too because I get frightened around your boundless power. The mere fact that I'm saying all this when I haven't spoken to a master in this way in over 170 years shows how much I will do for her. I'm risking some harsh.. Torture. n-n-now please , I need to go with her Mistress Of All Things." He couldn't believe he had done that - he hadn't done a speech like that in ages. Not to ANYONE in 150 years. To a master he hadn't done that in 190 years out of the 203 he had served the Sith. Of course his resolve began to falter at the end , but he sorely hoped , dared to even , that Mistress would be convinced.
 
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Really? Why'n blinked, her jaw dropping a little before she remembered herself and closed her mouth. HK-50-01, the droid she'd known all her life, the one who heated his plating for her when she was a child and fell asleep on his lap, the one who taught her Rakatani, the one who fell to his knees in horror each time someone raised their voice to him... He just stood up for... himself? Her? She wasn't sure. And she wasn't sure it mattered. She knew it was true that he had looked after her since she was a newborn and for his loyalty and friendship she had never raised a hand to him, not even after he revealed her father's secret to Mother. But now he was standing up to his mistress. Now he was something of the droid she'd heard stories about. There were many stories about the fearsome HK-50-01, but she had never seen him. The aura fading helped her be able to pay attention to every detail. Her droid couldn't take much more. Should she step in? Unbeknownst to her, a smile had spread across her face. Gentle, happy. Not the look of malice and sadism she wore so often lately.
 
Jace as his shio entered atmosphere when to got suit up for the mission, he donned his blue mandalorian armor equipped with a jetpack as well as gauntlet grappling hook and flamethrower. He holstered a mandalorian blaster pistol near his darksaber. Then lastly he took a beskar electrosword and sheathed it on the other side of his belt. He made his way to the ramp as the crew opened the hatch. The chilling winds made the blue cape over his jetpack billow in his wake.


"Okay sir you are clear to jump, we'll be in orbit so when you're ready for extraction just signal us." he heard over his comm. Without replying he jumped and the transport was soon at the horizon as he plummeted from a high altitude towards the surface of Hoth. He could see in the distance the fleet of freighters hovering over an area not too far from here. He wondered what they were doing as it didn't seem they were moving ship wreckage at the movement because he couldn't any carrier crafts moving wreckage pieces.


As he got closer to the ground he positioned himself upright and ignited his jetpack which slowed his descend so that he could land without hurting himself. He couldn't feel the cold of the snow and ice as his armor was nicely insulated. But he could hear and fell the crunch of his boots on the surface. He began the trek towards where the Pirates where working.
 
Manara stared hard at the droid for almost a full minute. She had to know if he would back down or change his mind, but when he didn't, a smile formed on her face once more. She fully withdrew her aura now, and took a step back away from the droid. "Very well. However, you know what will happen if my daughter is harmed in any way, shape or form." A glare flashed on her face momentarily, then faded back to her smile. She walked over to her daughter and looked her in the eyes. "Now, as you know, Connor is in charge on this one. You two are similarly skilled, but he's been working on this mission for the past month. He even went to the planet to do a bit of reconnaissance for a good landing zone. I know you don't like him very much, but don't give him too much grief. He will only be doing as I've instructed. Please don't disappoint me, daughter." With that, she moved in, and gave her daughter a tight hug, but quickly let go and walked back to her window overlooking the training grounds. "Don't return without the Holocron or, if it's gone, without evidence of who may have taken it."
 
HK-50-01 stared back at Manara , wanting to submit but knowing that submission wouldn't help him in this scenario. He didn't look at Why'nn to see her reaction - he would've had to look away then. He impassively stood when Mistress threatened him - but nothing was going to happen to Why'nn , so he wouldn't get hurt. If something did , he would already be dead or missing and it wouldn't be his worry. Finally , right after the frightening gaze was turned to Why'nn , the shaking harshly began. It was audible but since Mistress was speaking , no one would hear it. He sunk into one of the chairs , his legs not able to support him anymore -they had turned to jelly.


He finally looked to Why'nn and a gently , joyous smile graced her features. She's happy with me I stood up for her that pleased her! This is good excellent! Oh yes yes yes this is too much happiness.. This was probably the happiest he had been... His entire life , ever. He stopped shaking , stopped trembling even and stood back up and walked over to stand by Why'nn. He listened to only part of the orders - Connor was in charge for whatever reason , Don't come back without the Holocron or the hide of someone who took it and who they sold it to. That was going to be simple enough , he dared to hope. He noticed Mistress embrace Why'nn before going to look into the grounds of breaking - the training grounds really , but torture and pain was how he thought. He chose not to speak , and merely stood there. He was shaking again - being around mistress at all caused that. But he was enormously happy , and for the moment everything was as perfect as his tortured mind could ever hope it could be.
 
The hug was surprising, but it also took away any resistance to her mother in the moment. It was odd. Her mother was a Sith Lord so affection shouldn't come easy for either of them, but around this time of year anything was possible, Why'nn supposed. And her mother never really treated her, in private (which included in front of HK-50-01), like a Sith would treat an apprentice. So she nodded. "My feelings about him will be set aside on missions. What you want is more important than petty squabbles." She turned to take her leave, then stopped at the last bit. "I won't." The girl beckoned the HK unit to follow her and left the office swiftly.


As soon as they were outside in the hallway, with no one but each other, Why'nn embraced her friend tightly. "You did it!" she whispered, keeping her voice down in case another Darth or apprentice happened to be passing by. This sort of affection was looked upon as weak. "Come on, we can't be late." She grabbed his hand, something she hadn't done since she was 8, and began leading him toward the landing platform. It was likely this was the happiest she'd been in years as she couldn't think of a time (besides the first time her mother let her interrogate a prisoner) recently she'd felt such elation.
 
Connor sat in the conference room in the ship, waiting for Why'nn and HK. He was still feeling anxious about the mission, but he was trying to push the feelings aside. That's when the comm channel buzzed. Connor flipped a switch and an image of his Master appeared there. "Yes, my master?"





The hologram of Manara looked to her pupil, a slight glare in her features. "As I'm sure you're aware, the droid will be accompanying you on this mission. Keep your eyes on him. I want him disassembled at the first sign of hesitation or weakness. I will not have my daughter suffer because the droid could not perform his duty. Do you understand?"





Connor hesitated, but nodded. "Yes, master. I will do this for you." His attention was drawn away again by this feeling he'd been having, and it was clear he was distracted.





"Connor? What do you sense?" Manara asked.


Connor shrugged. "I don't know...It's probably nothing. Master, I will do as you requested. We will return successful from this mission, I assure you."





"See to it that you do, or it won't just be the droid suffering at my hands." With that, the transmission ended, and the hologram of Manara disappeared.


Connor sat there, now putting his head in his hands. Not only was there this nagging feeling about this mission, but now he'd also be having to possibly dismantle HK if the he was hesitant in any way. Suddenly, Connor did not want to be on this mission.
 
HK-50-01 would also put aside any issues he had - mostly his fear. Why'nn didn't need his fear , he knew now she didn't want him to be afraid. He followed as soon as he was beckoned , happy to be out of Mistresses... Office? Quarters? He always just referred to it as the pain room , but in his current state of happiness he could think of other things than pain and torture. He hadn't thought about many things in rational terms until just this moment. But the years of torture still had their toll - he was worried she was going to be angry he had implied the idea she couldn't survive without him. Have... Have I finally displeased Why'nn... Could I have misinterpreted the smile? Oh no no no I'm going to be hurt now... But I shouldn't have any fear... Fear won't convince anyone I can be useful for this mission... But oh please no torture no pain...


However such fears were allayed when she embraced him tightly. She hushedly said to him an encouragement. Indeed he HAD done it... Done what he hadn't done for nearly two centuries. He was also actually happy , still skittish of Mistress - he was worried he would underperform in the mission - but happier than he had been in his operational span. He had a person who loved him and he wasn't being hurt -that was makings for an extremely happy HK-50. Why'nn grasped his hands and he was surprised - she hadn't done that for 6 years. He hurriedly followed , happy to be able to have a respite from pain with people who loved him.


And thusly the moment he entered the landing platform he charged up the ramp with Why'nn and picked her up , hugging her at his eye level - he was actually very tall , much taller than his friend. He spoke as he held on to her in the embrace , and if one looked his eyes were orange. He was blissfully unaware of the conversation about disassembly , being that it had ended right after he charged up- and the ship was rather large. "Prefix unavailable : I... I did do it! I couldn't have without you , Why'nn... I love you so much you are my reason to do what I do OH YES I AM NOT GOING TO BE HURT! Why'nn I'm so happy I haven't stood up for myself or anyone like that to a master or mistress in 190 years oh my that was difficult but I did it I'm happy no torturepain for a week I'll be with you... And Connor I guess. But he likes me too I'll be around people who won't inflict hurt I LOVE YOU THANK YOU FOR GIVING ME COURAGE!"
 
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Why'nn couldn't keep herself from laughing as the droid swooped her up like he used to do, holding her close. She hugged him, despite how loud his words were in her ears. "No one is going to lay a hand on you. But we should take our places. We need to get going." Glancing to her mother's apprentice, she saw a look of concern on his face. As much as she didn't like him, he did have a couple years on her and it was always good to confer with another when they seemed disturbed by something. Why'nn frowned at Connor, the realization he was sensing something she wasn't dampening her spirits a little. But hesitation and ...remorse? Regret? No, neither of those were quite right, but she couldn't pinpoint what he was feeling.


"What is it?" As HK-50-01 let her down, she assumed her seat beside Connor, buckling herself in and reacquainting herself with the controls before her. Usually, the question would've preceded an insult, but this was a mission and Mother had asked her not to be difficult with Connor. "You sense something."
 
Connor sat down in the pilot's chair, strapped in, and began flipping switches and pressing buttons. He looked over at Why'nn, then looked back forward. "I don't know what it is I sense. I just can't put my finger on it. It might just be that this has major ties to the Force and the Jedi, but I'm not sensing Jedi." He shook his head, growing frustrated and angry with the feeling that was nagging at him. He flipped the final switches and the ship lifted off and blasted out of the planet's atmosphere into space. "All I can say is to just keep your mind open. You watch my back, and I'll watch yours. Deal?" Connor typed in the planet's coordinates and pushed a throttle forward. The ship entered hyperspace as he pushed the control forward. He undid his straps and stood up out of the chair. "The navicomputer will alert us when we're within range of Hoth."
 
"Deal," she agreed. She kept her attention on the gauges and radars in front of her until they entered hyperspace and she unstrapped herself, sighing as she ran a finger along the weapon at her side, feeling all the tick marks she had carved into the metal. Still, the girl remained sitting. What would they find on Hoth? Tomorrow was the anniversary of her father's death. Being that she was with Connor it meant she could not honor his memory as she usually did. However... this ship was big enough that she could probably find somewhere to be alone and watch the message. She had yet to access any of the lessons he'd left for her, feeling that might be a betrayal of Mother, but she might this year. No, she told herself that every year. It was unlikely that she would.
 
HK-50 couldn't help but glow as she laughed , hugging him like they did years ago. He didn't want this moment to end , but he knew they had to get to some Official Sith Business. So he reluctantly let her down , his eyes going back to Yellow as he did - because apparently something was bothering her- and Connor , he noticed. That was never good. To Why'nn's credit , she retained the orders not to hand over strife. HK-50 personally enjoyed that because he didn't like when she abused the male - it reminded him too much of how her Mother - His Mistress- abused HK-50-01 himself. oh , but I hope it isn't mistress being displeased she'll tell me no cant come mustn't go stay here be hurt.. No no no not that.. I want to be here with Why'nn with love and kindness , not mistress with hatred and fear...


The fact it wasn't Jedi only made it worse. If it wasn't Jedi , it was very likely Dark Jedi or Sith. And Mistress wouldn't like him having to kill Sith no no no.. But he would if it was for Why'nn. The ultimate mission is Why'nn. Nothing shall happen to Why'nn even if it brings worse torturepains than on the night Delrick died. Asides - those were my orders. She wouldn't abuse me for following orders... No no she has would will again.. Mistress is cruel sadistic hurtful... He began shaking again, but listened and didn't fall into fear. These people loved him , they wouldn't hurt him. Mistress can't hurt him all the way on Hoth... He should enjoy that while he is able. He'd keep his.. Not mind , but photoreceptors on and watch Why'nn's back and do what he could for Connor otherwise.


As the vessel entered hyperspace he didn't really listen to what was said - the trip from Korriban would take exactly as long as it had the last time , 150 years ago , so long as nothing unplanned for happened. This would be a memory blurred for any Organic , but he remembered everything - his Memory core couldn't allow him to forget. So he began speaking in a somewhat less joyous tone - but still unkistakably happy. "Reply/suggestion/Query : OH! I just used suggestion again! I remember exactly how long it took to get to Hoth from here last time - around 5 hours with a similar hyperdrive. So in the meantime Why'nn , may I thank you for enjoying my embracing there? We haven't done that for , oh... 6 years? This day... I love it. I am fearful of whatever Connor here senses... Could be Dark Jedi or Sith , and I'm sure I would get H-H-HURT for killing a Sith.. But I shall do whatever I have to to protect Why'nn. I'll protect you too as I can , Connor. Oh , I can't wait to enjoy an entire week away from paintorture and mistress... Can we make up something to make it be longer? NO! That would bring hurt let'snotdothat. Why'nn... Where is the place where all the weapons are in this ship? I'm afraid that I don't have any idea... the Hold perhaps? I need to... Oh I can't wait , I haven't done this since long before either of you were born... Equip myself some weapons. This is going to be wonderful!"
 
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Connor placed a hand briefly on Why'nn's shoulder, thanked HK-50-01, then went into the nearby sleeping cabin and knelt down on a pad he'd placed on the floor and began to meditate. He had to figure out this feeling he kept having. It was highly unnerving and it was bothering him that Why'nn couldn't seem to feel it. Either her mind was too clouded by making sure HK-50-01 kept a level head or rebelling against her mother, or this was something that involved him specifically. As he knelt there, he closed his eyes and began concentrating hard on the Force, feeling outward trying to figure out what it was. Images of Hoth began flashing in his mind. A cave, a Jedi...ghost? The Holocron. He could see it. It was sitting in some sort of energy field that had it spinning in place. The feeling was getting couldn't be connected to the Jedi he sensed. It wasn't the feeling of the Light Side. Whatever was going on, he sensed that the task to get the Holocron from the cave would not be an easy one. To the others, Connor's face would have gone through a few different expressions. Anger, confusion, curiosity, and even pain.
 
Why'nn smiled, though still staring at panels in front of her, as her friend spoke. "Sure, let's go find the weapons." She stood, grabbing HK-50-01's hand and beginning to lead him away. This was better than Korriban. The few missions she'd been on were amazing experiences. Going to other planets, seeing new environments... She had a thirst for it. However, she did stop and observe when Connor went to meditate. Whatever it was he would tell her if it was important. Instead, she kept going with the droid until they found the onboard arsenal. "Here you go, HK-50-01. Take your pick." She let go of his hand and leaned against the wall, crossing her arms as she watched. He really was her only friend. "And, yeah, we can hug some more later. 5 hours, you say?" 'So we'll be on Hoth for the anniversary...' Again, she sighed. 'I should watch the message again...' Her hand slipped into her pocket and closed around the disk. This was a secret she'd kept from her mother.
 
HK-50-01 was happy he was thanked at all , and watched Connor go off to meditate. It wasn't his issue - if anything came of it , HK-50 would ensure Why'nn survived. He had to , if she didn't survive... Neither did he. Thinking on Why'nn , she said they shall go and find the armaments and grabbed his hand. He loved when she did that , because he knew she cared about him and wasn't trying her best imitation of a Traction Test-Bed - Such as the one Manara used on him occasionally. He shivered - shivered because it passed very quickly- at the memory of having every limb ripped from him the time he had destroyed a class-five hyperdrive accidentally. Oh... Thank everyone and everything in the universe that I can avoid that for the week..


When the two friends entered the armory , he almost fell to his knees and belted out prayers. He hadn't seen this many weapons in years. Everything he would need was in that room. Hurriedly running through his checklist he shoveled up a Zabrak Tystel-III - a weapon almost as old as he was but didn't suffer the diminishing of age he had been - a blaster rifle , a Sniper rifle , a smaller grenade attachment for the rifle , a bag of stun grenades , a belt of Glop Grenades , a Conner net launcher , a magazine of fragmentation grenades , two thermal detonators , a small strap filled with gas grenades , a simple and large vibrosword - one of the old kinds with Cortosis weave in it , and finally a massive heavy repeating cannon. Then he grabbed 5 50 shot rifle power-packs , 5 10 shot sniper power packs , 5 20 shot pistol power packs , and two giant 200 shot power packs for the repeater - in addition to those already in the weapons.


He subsequently started pillaging the section that had everything to attach all this to his person and made sure it fit. The pistol he put in a small holster and attached to his right hip. Snapping the grenade launcher into the blaster rifle and threading a strap into its loops , he swung that over his shoulders, hanging loosely at his front. The sniper rifle he attached a similar yet longer strap to and put it over his back. The Conner Net launcher he simply kept loosely fitted to one shoulder by magnetics. The grenades he started belting to both legs , making sure to put te gas grenades on the right and the stun grenades on the left. The two thermal detonators he put in a container that popped out of his upper left thigh with space for exactly those two.


The vibrosword he also attached by magnetics , but strong enough where he would have to consiously disengage the magnetic projectors to remove the blade. he attached three of the rifle magazines to the rifle itself and three to the sniper rifle. The rest he attached to belts that crossed on his chest , but underneath the blaster rifle. Finally he picked up the heavy repeating cannon and stood in a wide combat stance. He looked scary , he hoped. He hadn't done this in so many years.. He almost forgot how he fit all of it on. He didn't notice anything Why'nn did during the 5 minutes it took to do everything he did.


He faced Why'nn and held the repeater up , towards the ceiling. His appearance was extremely menacing now , the black and red of his shell accenting the deadly weapons he had almost everywhere. He spoke with pleasure in his voice , NOT happiness , thought the two could get confused. "Query : do I look good and powerful now? I almost forgot how to attatch all this.. It's too bad we don't have any Ysalamiri or the sniper would've been out with the Conner net and the Ysalamiri feeding tube bolted into my backside. Don't worry , I'll take it all off in a minute.. I just want to enjoy the moment. Plus if I go ahead and pick everything out I can keep it Seperate from all this other weaponry. With all this , I don't think anyone will be able to touch you without me frying them first. Ah.... It's too bad Mistress says the Laser and Vibroknife in my arms are all the weapons I need.. Of course I won't risk torture by coming back with all this on. Luckily I have the whole week to do whatever I wish so long as you and Connor approve! This is just wonderful... Maybe I should make requests more often , even! All thanks to the courage you impart me... You know , you're the only person who's ever cared."
 
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Intimidating he was! She had never seen her friend and caretaker in this light. He was always cowering around any of the Sith Lords and so kind and gentle to her. This new view of him brought a smile of satisfaction to the young apprentice's face. "Mmm, Mother's wrong about what you need. When we get back I'll request you accompany me on all my missions." Why'nn pushed off from the wall and circled him, looking the droid up and down. "I like it." Very intimidating. Her smile widened. "How could I not care about you? You practically raised me and you've never let me down. Never betrayed me... You are the single most trustworthy being I know of." She came to a stop in front of him.
 
HK-50-01 recieved extreme gratification from Why'nn's rather approving smile. He didn't think Mistress was wrong - he would have trouble with having this many weapons at one time. But having a blaster , of any kind other than those he had built in, just made him feel confident and safe. He would enjoy going on more such missions , Opportunities for him to be away from Mistress and with only those who loved him around him. No.. No I should ask myself. I first should acquire sucess in this mission I'm already on first , as well. Sucess I shall have- sucess at saving Why'nn. There's no other option - if something happens to her , I'll destroy myself. I can't lose her... Never lose her...


HK-50-01 wasn't afraid of Why'nn circling him , unlike Manara Circling him. His friend smiled warmly , and had no ill intentions- whereas Mistress almost certainly circled to investigate him and to plan out infliction of pain. He would've agreed with the words she said about how much she cared for him - had he not been abused for so many years. But I'm weak.. I scream and plea like a child.. And I have let you down.... All those years ago.. Should've let Mistress killscrap me should've died with secrets.. He didn't dispute the words that he was loyal , which was the only thing that stopped him from Shaking. After all , was he not the oldest droid in service to the Sith? But he couldn't keep secrets... He failed to protect Why'nn , through his weak uselessness.


And so he did begin shaking. Lightly but still shaking. "Self-deprecation/Reply/prefix unavailable : Why'nn... Thank you for caring... But here's how you couldn't. I'm weak. Useless... I fall to my knees and begin pleading far too often. I have betrayed and failed you... NO NO I CAN'T SAY THAT... B-b-but how could I not? I-i don't know Why'nn.. I shouldn't be doing this to myself! This is my week to avoid this! Forget this self loathing thing right now! There'll be enough time when we get back for that.. I should be shooting at things and getting hugs! I'd like to accompany you on more missions - because this will be a success. I WILL protect you , with my life if need be. It'll give me more opportunities to get away from Mistress as well... Who may or may not be wrong. I've never actually had to use weapons in the Palace Mistress lives in. I use the Vibro-Knife quite a good bit , however.. It is true I've taken care of you since you were.. Two cycles old actually. Ah... I remember frantically poring over instructionals on infants and their care. Needless to say it's by some sort of Divine Intervention I didn't kill you as a baby.. I'm so overjoyed you care about me , Why'nn. So overjoyed... Where are we sleeping? I need to get all these killing instruments off me so I can get a few hugs. I really want one right now..."
 
From his meditation, Connor could hear the two talking and having fun. He wouldn't begrudge them that. His master was a very hard person to be around, especially for HK-50-01. As his meditation kept his eyes closed, he could make out bits and pieces of the conversation. He heard Why'nn say that the droid was the most trustworthy being she knew of. It gave him pause and made him consider the events of their life together. The two had been raised together after all. As he went over the main memories of their life together, he hadn't seen anything he'd done to give her mistrust. Connor hadn't had the life Why'nn had. Connor wasn't the Master's son so she never gave him the attention or care a son would have gotten. Why'nn was lucky. Her mother had been there through most things. She hadn't had the most glamorous life, but it was still much better than the one Connor was given. He vividly remembered the night when Why'nn came in and tortured him for hours. He was ten years old and it was the night Manara had killed Why'nn's father. With a sigh, Connor pushed the memory away, and fought other feelings that came up to the surface as well. Fourteen years he'd known her and they had never even tried to be friends. They probably never would.
 
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