Divergence in Destiny (Star Wars RP)

[hudhouse]

Location - Hyperspace


Tyran smiled with a demonic grin as he slammed his palms down. A gate of Sith runes formed, large enough for a bus to drive straight through. One of the new lord Leviathan watched as Tyran flew off the world, jumping to hyperspace towards a new location. Tyran pulled up his original orders... and he was supposed to go to Dathomir. He recorded a message on the way, sending it back to Korriban.


@KalenNighteyes


The message would hopefully beep in, "...Status report from Sith Juggernaut Tyran. The target was found on Tatooine with the cargo marked, and it is her. Slaves were taken and headed to an unknown location. Assuming target returned back to base, I will be heading to Dathomir rally point Alpha. If the Target is found, I will be unleashing the strongest terror I can to destroy him, and rescue the cargo. Requesting permission to condemn the planet to death if the target is found, Darth Manara."

 

[HK Fifty]

KORRIBAN



Zerek simply shrugged at Manara's statement. "Works for me." Yet again, Zerek was getting annoyed with his partner's excessively verbose nature. 'You could have summed that up quicker. But hey, we're not dead. Pros and cons.' Zerek walked out of the room, 09 in tow, heading back to the landing pad. "I swear, if we end up traveling half the galaxy finding this money, I'm dropping the job like it's a baby rancor." Zerek let out a chuckle. "Nice job not getting us killed, by the way. It was either you, or we got really lucky. I'm choosing to believe it was you." Zerek drew his carbine as they began their journey to the landing pads.


@HK 50 09 @KalenNighteyes

KORRIBAN



Manara rolled her eyes. "Of course I know how it works. I meant to not bother asking for half up front, because you won't get it. Now please, just go. I have things I need to attend to." Manara put her hand on her head and massaged her temple. She was getting very bored of dealing with these two annoying mercenaries. And if there was nothing else, then they just needed to go away.


Forge pat the droid on his shoulder. "I have to go. I hope you'll be ready to help me later on with that legion. Now it's a rescue mission as well as a mission to kill that scum." Forge gave the droid one last reassuring smile, then turned and walked out of the room. As he walked down the hall, he entered Lord Manara's office and saw she was with the two from before. "Sorry to interrupt, my lord, but..." He hesitated for a moment, then forced the words from him as that was the only way to get this said. "I-It appears that young Why'nn has been taken captive by a group of Mandalorian bounty hunters. Would you like me to redirect the legion to the last known location or still take them to Dathomir?"





Manara's eyes widened when Forge said the words. Anger overcame her and she began to exude a very powerful dark side aura as her anger consumed her. Her voice had grown slightly lower and became empowered with the Dark Side. "I refuse to believe this is a coincidence. Still take the troops to Dathomir. I'm willing to bet that pile of bantha fodder has taken my daughter. Get her back, Forge! Kill that slimy, disgusting, ugly piece of garbage and bring me his damned head! I want it on my desk! GO! ALL OF YOU! OUT!"

Korriban





HK-50-09 hadn't left immediately , waiting to hear what this Darth Manara had to say in reply. After this was said , he did move to leave - feeling somewhat insulted that she would think he , Oh-Nine , would ever think to ask for money for a Contract before completing the task. That wasn't how he worked , if how Zerek and other mercenary types worked. I do the job first , and then I get the credits afterwards. Why I ask for credits , I don't know. I hardly ever need them.. Or , FRIP , make use of them. I usually drain them into those concealed Caches I have hidden across the more... Ah , troublesome planets in the Galaxy. I think one's on Dathomir , in fact..


As he walked back the landing pad with Zerek , he found himself disagreeing. This is my way to get Oh-One to see my side of all this , he'll submit to my logic , get rid of the Sith and do Contracts with myself and Zerek.. It'll be like the Jedi Civil War days , without being controlled by Sith. The praise from Zerek he merely saw as a statement of Truth - of course it was his bargaining that succeeded in getting them this Contract! After all , he was created to Facilitate Communications and Terminate Hostilities - by any means , most often Violence. Ah , but this time I used my intimidating Prescence to my advantage and forced her to give me what I wished. And that is nothing short of true power , is it not?


About to reply , HK-50-09 stopped both walking and in train of thought as the Chiss Commander that Oh-One seemed so fond of approached the office. What made the Chiss come all the way to the office? And.. Why isn't Oh-One with him? Hungering for an answer to this question , Oh-Nine merely gave a mocking half-salute and abruptly turned on metallic heel in the direction of the Office.


HK-50-09 certainly received an answer to the query , if it was one that made him somewhat worried about his brother. This.. This isn't good. If Oh-One.. No. He CAN'T be weak enough where he won't be anything but angered over this. Besides , the Chiss wouldn't leave him upset , I.. Don't think. No , Oh-One must not be here because he is too busy trying to find ways to crush this Nah-Iblen or how he's going to save his hero Why'nn. Ah yes yes , he'll come around to my way of thinking soon enough... Similar to Darth Manara , Oh-Nine also saw that the two events had to be connected - and quickly left before the Alien's query came out. It's best NOT to be around when bad news is delivered to a Sith Lord.... that's when the messenger gets killed , along with everyone else that happens to be around.


While he did hear general angry vocalizations behind him as he made his way out , he tuned them out to speak once more to Zerek. "Informational/Subtle Demand : Ah... Apparently Oh-One's hero , That Why'nn girl , has been captured by bounty hunters. I'm sure he's most displeased about that , which is why he wasn't with the Chiss.. Do you think we should go see him? Though , this Doesn't change any plans - we're still going to Dathomir. I'm sure that's where Why'nn is going , and this Manar woman would be stupid not to also assume that. Now.. Dathomir has a lot of Rancor beasts , I assume we have at least one multi-firing grenade launcher... Right? It'd be nice to have one against one of the blasted Rancor beasts."

 

[shadowstrikr25]

KORRIBAN





Zerek saw the Chiss go into Manara's chambers and shook his head. 'Why do I get the feeling it's bad news?' And the surge of dark power that he could practically taste, his suspicions were confirmed. 'Well, that's not a good time to lose one's head.' As 09 had returned to following him and talked, he got irritated, but also enticed. "Well then, what's the odds on a bonus if we bring her back alive? Don't answer that, probably piss-poor. I know where we're going, it's just that plan A has become slightly less feasible." At the mention of a multi-firing grenade launcher. Zerek face-palmed, stopped and turned on his heel to face 09. "No, I do not have one of those just lying around. I thought we would be dealing with Sith, not more fucking rancor! Even then, there's a Sith on planet who may just want to see what the things are attacking. He could throw the grenades back. At us. That slug-thrower of yours is powerful enough to pierce a tank at 2 klicks. It will handle against a rancor. And it's shots are faster than blaster bolts. And I have the ship mounted weapons that can turn rancor into fine red mist." Zerek turned around and started walking again. "Let's go see 01. At the least, I can ask him where the bombs are. I need more of them." Zerek walked over to where he last saw 01, deciding that he needed more sticky things. With extra stick.


@HK 50 09

 

[HK Fifty]

KORRIBAN



Zerek saw the Chiss go into Manara's chambers and shook his head. 'Why do I get the feeling it's bad news?' And the surge of dark power that he could practically taste, his suspicions were confirmed. 'Well, that's not a good time to lose one's head.' As 09 had returned to following him and talked, he got irritated, but also enticed. "Well then, what's the odds on a bonus if we bring her back alive? Don't answer that, probably piss-poor. I know where we're going, it's just that plan A has become slightly less feasible." At the mention of a multi-firing grenade launcher. Zerek face-palmed, stopped and turned on his heel to face 09. "No, I do not have one of those just lying around. I thought we would be dealing with Sith, not more fucking rancor! Even then, there's a Sith on planet who may just want to see what the things are attacking. He could throw the grenades back. At us. That slug-thrower of yours is powerful enough to pierce a tank at 2 klicks. It will handle against a rancor. And it's shots are faster than blaster bolts. And I have the ship mounted weapons that can turn rancor into fine red mist." Zerek turned around and started walking again. "Let's go see 01. At the least, I can ask him where the bombs are. I need more of them." Zerek walked over to where he last saw 01, deciding that he needed more sticky things. With extra stick.


@HK 50 09

Korriban


HK-50-09 nearly laughed when Zerek suggested they seek a reward for recapturing the Why'nn girl. Piss-poor is an understatement. That Sith woman wouldn't be pleased with us if we went to do that.. I'm sure she'll have troops on it.. FRIP , it's more likely we'd be killed for stealing her own daughter out from under her. It won't help with making Oh-One submit to my logical ways , either.. He wasn't sure what Zerek meant by 'plan A becoming less feasible' , not thinking of the credits as much as making his Brother leave the Sith and become a.. Professional like Oh-Nine himself. That plan's still running full steam ahead... With how many rancor beasts I'll end up butchering , he couldn't avoid seeing my strength as supreme - And desiring to have the same strength , more importantly.


Oh-Nine , the silver centurion , greatest of assassin droids , found himself disgusted that Zerek didn't have a multi-round grenade launcher. He must waste all his money on juma juice instead of weapons.. Like most Fleshsacks. I always have the right weapon for every situation , I would've thought Zerek learned from this already - such as when we needed an Ion disruptor for that kriffing enormous War Droid the Dreadnaught used to board us! While he felt annoyed at Zerek's lack of weapons , he didn't deny the logic of his assertion. Well , except for one thing... But that could wait until they actually reached Dathomir.


After Zerek decided to ask Oh-Nine's brother for more explosives - something he has to know of - HK-50-09 voiced his various observations. "Query/Smug Assurance : Fine , I'll leave your rhetorical to rest. You're smart enough to have already figured why it's so.. 'piss-poor' as you say , regardless. How is the mission less feasible , anyway? It's simple.. We go to Dathomir , and we murder this Nah-Iblen before her troopers do. Oh-One will HAVE to submit to my logic and strength after seeing my effortlessly kill Rancor beasts and this big bad Sith.. Ah , Zerek.. You dissapoint me! I thought you learned from me that it's best to have a weapon for every situation! I suppose you are right.. The slugs will do , for now. I have Caches on Dathomir anyway. Yes , let's go see Oh-One. I'm sure he'll know what you want , if he doesn't merely shoot you for bothering him. He's almost certainly in a rage now.."


Walking into the MedBay - the last location Oh-One was at - he certainly did see his Brother.. And Oh-One was certainly angry , if not as Oh-Nine expected. HK-50-09 wasn't sure what he could do , wishing he had the link still... At least then... I could figure out what is wrong with him. Why is he doing this to himself? It doesn't.. It doesn't fit logic in any way! Regardless , he had to stop it before Oh-One did anything that could cause permanent damage... He whispered to Zerek in a dead , monotone voice - "query : You don't have an ion blaster , do you?"


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Korriban


HK-50-01 felt the touch to the shoulder , stoping momentarily from damaging himself. Rescue mission? I can't rescue her from something she can't rescue herself from.. Blast , I've never been able to save MYSELF , much less others! I.. This is what happens when I love someone , isn't it? Either they betray me - as most of the Organics do - or they die , like my brothers.. The reassuring smile did little to nothing to assuage his all-consuming grief. In fact , it made him somehow happy to be left to his misery , as he had requested. Yes , go ahead and leave me... I'm worthless anyway , not worth any sort of love or companionship..


The moment the Chiss left for his report to their mutual Mistress , HK-50-01 continued to enact his self-torture. He had self preservation protocols , it was true - but these only prevented him from killing himself or other HK-50 units , not from any sort of self mutilation. He was only stopped by hearing the quiet , distinctive whir of an HK-50 series droid. Oh-One wheeled around , sparking and dented in several places , scorched in others.


He spoke , his voice sounding curiously off-pitch and not the least bit strained - his vocabulator had already taken damage. Oh-One lost all pretext of trying to not show weakness - what was the point , since they had so obviously seen him mutilating himself. Might as well let Oh-Nine know that I agree with him.. Besides , maybe I can get him to start torturing me too.. "Semi-Rhetorical query : what ARE you doing here , oh-Nine? Do you need to humiliate me more? 'I'm Oh-Nine , I'm smarter because I don't have loyalty! You're just my shitty brother who got Oh-Seven killed!' Go ahead - I did get Oh-Seven killed , Forge was just using me and you are better than I am! Why'nn's gone and I certainly can't go and save her! She's all I had to live for! I shouldn't be allowed to love anyone! Either they go and betray me or I get them killed! Telos Four should've been my grave and Oh-Seven should be here! Now... Just... Just... Either Go away and leave me to being the miserable rust heap that I am or shoot me , Oh-Nine..."

 

[Grim Wraithe Stjerna]

Hoth


Delrick smiled a little as he watched a glimmer of recognition play over Ini. 'You don't recall who I am, you think I am probably just another scrapper.' He rested his hands on his hips and nodded as he listened to his response.


"It's a second hand luxury liner that I've been fixing up." Smiling warmly and shrugging. "Might be easier to show you, and maybe you can see something that my droid and I missed that needs fixing." Looking directly at the old master. "I can pay, so no need to worry about getting robbed." He chuckled softly and waited to see what he would say, though he would feel a sense of honesty and sincerity.


@TommyGun15

 

[shadowstrikr25]

KORRIBAN





Zerek's breath caught in his throat as he saw the state of 01, not even trying to question why 09 had a cache of boomsticks on Dathomir. Instead, he was focused on 01 and the damage he managed to do to himself. 'What the hell did they do to you?' For once, his seemingly endless snark failed him as he looked at exactly the kind of long-term damage the Sith can inflict. 'And I even thought about joining them the last time I was here! How could I have been so STUPID?!' Zerek's face, despite his thoughts, was almost serene. The only traces of the anger he felt was a bit of spittle at the corner of his mouth, and fire in his eyes.


Zerek walked up to 01, slowly and passively, facing the droid at eye-level, kneeling down if he had to. He began to speak, his voice calm and even. "Look, I'm gonna be honest here, 09's kind of an ass. Like a giant bag of rusty dildos. But he gets shit done. And we are about to help with some bloody vengeance. Now..." Zerek's voice became heated and passionate. " You need to choose. Will you sit here and keep beating yourself up when you had no way to stop what was going to happen? Or are you going to go beyond the impossible and kick Iblen's ass from here to the Core and back? You're an HK-50 unit. You know you can do it. I know you can do it. Now come on. We're going to save Why'nn." Zerek was still looking 01 in the eye and hoping that 09 would refrain from being an ass about this.


@HK 50 09

 

[HK Fifty]

Korriban


HK-50-01 , at any other time , would have been frightened by the signs of anger Zerek seemed to be showing - albeit in a rather calm way , but this (to the Droid) was a sign that they were more displeased than usual. He would've fallen to his knees and began pleading , or try to escape the area. Instead , Oh-One stood resolutely , photoreceptors rimming in a pastel green. He's going to hurt me like I deserve torture me for all the people I've failed...


Expecting to be hurt , Oh-One was surprised when Zerek spoke in an even , calm voice and locked Oh-One's - now cyan colored - photoreceptors. You.. You.. Aren't going to h-hurt me? M-most everyone would h-hurt me , an-and I was going to hurt you back on Hoth! HK-50-01 nearly missed Zerek's words , surprised as he was. He wasn't sure what to make of the idea of Oh-Nine being an 'ass' - he both agreed and disagreed with that , for various reasons. He Is rather.. Ah... Brutal in his word choice. But.. He's right that I'm weak! I was always the weak one out of the nine of us.. Blast , even Oh-Two was stronger than I am , and he got destroyed by a Padawan!


The next series of words , infused with a fire that reminded HK-50-01 altogether too much of Revan , prompted the Assassin Droid to grip Zerek in a tight embrace , quickly burying his metallic cranium into Zerek's shoulders and sobbing lightly. He didn't think his words through as he normally did , emotionally laid bare by Zerek's words. "Confession : You... You.. Sound like Revan did , both before and after she was a Sith Lord.. I-I've just.... Why'nn is everything to me. I... Learned.. She was taken and.. it's my fault! EVERYTHING is my fault! I should've went with her , then at least I could've been able to help her! I... I was going to kill myself , years ago. But.. She came into my life , and.. I made myself live for her.." Here he paused for some time , unable to speak. Instead , he sobbed and shifted his head against Zerek's shoulder. He started thinking of Why'nn , how she made him feel strong.. Made him feel useful , wanted... Loved.


When he finally did speak , the sobbing ebbed and his strained voice filled with conviction. HK-50-01 remained in the comforting embrace , drawing strength from it to fuel his conviction as he did from his memories of Why'nn. "Conviction/Request : And.. I will live for her. Yes , I will kill Nah-Iblen , and I'll show that I'm not Broken just yet. I'll save Why'nn and Mistress won't be able to avoid the fact that I'm not just her broken old droid. I'm of the Star Forge , the apex of the Infinite Empire of the Rakata! She'll have to remove my switch! And I won't stop hunting that Torture Master until I find Why'nn or the Galaxy itself implodes!"





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Korriban


HK-50-09 was stunned into Silence. His thoughts ran similar to Zerek's. Why is he doing this to himself? Did the Sith break him this much? Where he starts destroying himself if bad things happen? Oh-Nine felt gratified that Oh-One was Submitting to his Logic , but he didn't enjoy how it seemed to be tied to self-destruction. How am I ever going to be able to go on missions with him if he hurts himself? And.. How did he manage to do all this so quickly? He's SPARKING! Oh-Nine very nearly stated that he didn't tryly have meaning for the words Oh-One had apparently taken To be true , but that would've made him weak.. And showing weakness to others is death. It certainly was for Lord Malak , and the Infinite Empire..


Setting aside the thought , Oh-Nine felt a spark of anger at being called an 'ass' , 'bag of Dildos' , and , worst of all , 'rusty'. I AM NOT RUSTY , ZEREK! I'm the pinnacle of droid construction! ....you're lucky you're smart enough to appease me. I always get the job done. He decided not to speak , not to interrupt Zerek's speech to his Brother. Indeed , Oh-Nine was also reminded of Darth Revan in Zerek's words. He sorely hoped that his brother would take them as the encouragements they were meant to be , or else his hopes of having his Brother as the elite partner he deserved would be dashed.





HK-50-09 rigidly stood in anticipation of his Brother's reaction. Oh , Wonderful , he wants to be Fripping cuddled.. Hopefully Zerek doesn't mind. That Oh-One thought everything was his fault somehow wasn't surprising. Lord Malak always had tortured his underlings for their 'mistakes'. Or because the war was going poorly. Or because he was upset - once again - that Jareal rejected him. And of course he made it out like it was the victim's fault , it was everyone's -except his own- fault. And... If he's had a long line of masters that do that sort of thing to him.. 01's convictions nearly made HK-50-09 leap from the ground.


Excited , Oh-Nine wasn't sure what exactly to communicate , so instead he merely voiced an inforational statement - that certainly wasn't up for any kind of debate. He kept the concern and relief from his voice , once again not willing to show 'weakness'. "Informational : and now that you aren't going to destroy yourself , I've decided that I , at least , am going with you and that legion of yours.. Ah , I suppose you need to go into a repair cycle , Don't you?"

 

[TommyGun15]

Hoth


Ini nodded. It probably would be best to simply look at the ship himself. And he could always claim that problems existed where there were none... no, he was cheap, but not crooked. Well, not morally anyway. He began to walked back into the workshop.


"Sounds good. Give me a minute to fetch my tools, then we can head out."


Ini got his box of tools, his staff, and his lightsaber, which he concealed within his robes. Then he walked back out where the familiar looking scrapper sat. Actually, if it was a second hand luxury liner, he was probably an explorer, maybe a surveyor. He got a couple of those around too. A scrapper would've been using some sort of cargo ship.


@Grim Wraithe Stjerna

 

[Grim Wraithe Stjerna]

Hoth


Delrick smiled and clapped his hands together when the Arkaian agreed to accompany him. Watching him walk back to his workshop Delrick nodded.


"Not a problem. Gather what you need."


Resting against one of the boxes that sat about her started to pull his goggles back on, along with his lower face mask, but left his hood down for now. Once the mask was on he keyed his comlink to T7. "Hey buddy, just a heads up, but I'm bring someone back with me who should be able to help with repairs." His hidden ear piece would let him hear the droids reply without Ini hearing. Not that he wouldn't be allowed to hear, it'd just been his experience most beings didn't understand droid. Nodding to the old master as he walked out of his shop, Delrick motioned to the entrance. "Shall we?" Pulling his hood up he walked out to the Tobus Balmorra Cruiser speeder bike he rode here.


@HK 50 09

 

[shadowstrikr25]

KORRIBAN





Zerek's expression changed from a quiet determination to loud surprise as 01 started hugging him. Still, he returned the hug, patting 01 in the back. 'Nice droid. Good droid. Don't squeeze any tighter or my ribs will break again.' Zerek listen to the Droid talk and the blatant emotion displayed. 'Revan was a chick? Wonder if I would have had a chance... eh, probably out of my league anyways. Plus dark side. Would have made things annoying. Also, no wonder he paid me so much. Neat.' Zerek waited for 01 to finish his little cry, sucking in breath as the droid seemed to be clinging tighter. 'This is bruising my ribs! Hurry it up!' As the droid proclaimed his dedication to the cause. Zerek finally spoke up. "That's the spirit 01! We're gonna head off and kick his ass! Now then, 2... no 3 order of business..." Zerek's voice went from pleased and excited, to calm and serious. 09 would recognize this as his 'prep time' voice. "... first, please let go of me, you are going to break my ribs at this rate. Second, I'll need to be escorted to the nearest armory so that I can see what's available and restock my munitions if necessary. Third, 01, I would suggest you ride with the Chiss, but I won't stop you from riding with myself and 09." As 09 spoke up and stated the obvious, Zerek let out a sigh. "Alright, so 09 is hanging out with you no matter where you go. When you and the troops I'm sure you'll bring locate Iblen's house/hideout, have 09 contact me. I have something to try before your troops go in, guns blazing." Zerek smirked at this, a sign of confidence and unadulterated ego, and a sign that his snark was coming back in full. Not only that, but he was formulating a plan. It was rough, but he was thinking through it, figuring out the flaws and refining to remove them.


@HK 50 09

 

[TommyGun15]

Hoth


Ini climbed on top of his personal speeder, which was very obviously built from scratch. Despite the fact that the machine looked to be 90% duct tape, and 10% wishful thinking, it was able to easily keep pace with the customer's speeder.


"How far is it?" Ini called over, shouting to be heard over the rush of the wind.


@Grim Wraithe Stjerna

 

[HK Fifty]

[QUOTE="Grim Wraithe Stjerna]
Hoth
Delrick smiled and clapped his hands together when the Arkaian agreed to accompany him. Watching him walk back to his workshop Delrick nodded.


"Not a problem. Gather what you need."


Resting against one of the boxes that sat about her started to pull his goggles back on, along with his lower face mask, but left his hood down for now. Once the mask was on he keyed his comlink to T7. "Hey buddy, just a heads up, but I'm bring someone back with me who should be able to help with repairs." His hidden ear piece would let him hear the droids reply without Ini hearing. Not that he wouldn't be allowed to hear, it'd just been his experience most beings didn't understand droid. Nodding to the old master as he walked out of his shop, Delrick motioned to the entrance. "Shall we?" Pulling his hood up he walked out to the Tobus Balmorra Cruiser speeder bike he rode here.


@HK 50 09

[/QUOTE]
Hoth


T7-V8 had been furiously repairing the Blaster Cannons of his 'Master's' ship , managing to get one of them working. The work was , as always , rather annoying , and it annoyed him even more when he heard Delrick's voice over the built-in Comlink. Is he using Sarcasm here? How does he expect me to get anything done if he's detracting my attention with updates that I don't particularly care about?


Still , T7 found himself happy to learn his Master was bringing a mechanic to assist him. Thank the core of Raxus Delrick finally decided to hire a mechanic to aid me repairing this blasted ship. With luck it'll be someone with actual capability , and not some bumbling organic tripping over his - or her - tools. I'd much rather not have to educate someone about proper Maintenace procedures... In reply he merely stated (in Droid Speech , naturally) "oh master , how could I ever survive without being updated every 12 standard minutes?" , followed by the Comlink giving an affirmative click.


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KORRIBAN



Zerek's expression changed from a quiet determination to loud surprise as 01 started hugging him. Still, he returned the hug, patting 01 in the back. 'Nice droid. Good droid. Don't squeeze any tighter or my ribs will break again.' Zerek listen to the Droid talk and the blatant emotion displayed. 'Revan was a chick? Wonder if I would have had a chance... eh, probably out of my league anyways. Plus dark side. Would have made things annoying. Also, no wonder he paid me so much. Neat.' Zerek waited for 01 to finish his little cry, sucking in breath as the droid seemed to be clinging tighter. 'This is bruising my ribs! Hurry it up!' As the droid proclaimed his dedication to the cause. Zerek finally spoke up. "That's the spirit 01! We're gonna head off and kick his ass! Now then, 2... no 3 order of business..." Zerek's voice went from pleased and excited, to calm and serious. 09 would recognize this as his 'prep time' voice. "... first, please let go of me, you are going to break my ribs at this rate. Second, I'll need to be escorted to the nearest armory so that I can see what's available and restock my munitions if necessary. Third, 01, I would suggest you ride with the Chiss, but I won't stop you from riding with myself and 09." As 09 spoke up and stated the obvious, Zerek let out a sigh. "Alright, so 09 is hanging out with you no matter where you go. When you and the troops I'm sure you'll bring locate Iblen's house/hideout, have 09 contact me. I have something to try before your troops go in, guns blazing." Zerek smirked at this, a sign of confidence and unadulterated ego, and a sign that his snark was coming back in full. Not only that, but he was formulating a plan. It was rough, but he was thinking through it, figuring out the flaws and refining to remove them.


@HK 50 09

Korriban


HK-50-01 was , as always , extremely pleased to hear the encoruaging praise - the sort he rarely heard , and ever-consistently sought. Despite being in a state of determination , the request to disengage the embrace was met with the efficient servility with which Oh-One met his orders. The droid cast his yellow gaze downward and clasped his hands to his front , a gesture of apoligetic submission - or , at least , it was according to his protocol programming and the many slaves he had seen assume such a position.


HK-50-01 knew where the armory was , as he knew the complete schematics of the Academy. Only Sith are allowed to access the Armory , but... Ah , Zerek here is a Sith. So is Oh-Nine. And I'm allowed to let certain people into the Armory , if Mistress permits - which , she did , didn't she? So they can access it under my authorization. And , Besides , I deemed their assistance a nescessity to destroy Nah-Iblen. Mistress won't dissaprove of that , I.. Hope. But I won't let anyone or anything stop me from saving Why'nn , including Mistress and her wrath.


HK-50 the First didn't particularly consider going with Oh-Nine and Zerek an option. It wasn't particularly that he didn't WANT to be with Zerek or Oh-Nine - Alright , maybe I still am displeased with Oh-Nine.. - but he didn't see anything to gain or any particular reason to not be with Commander Forge , and he still held a hope that the Chiss loved him.


The nigh-ancient droid nearly produced a groan as his Brother stated the painfully obvious - and demanded to go with himself and the Legion. He wouldn't deny Oh-Nine that , but he also would've rather avoided his estranged kin until he rescued Why'nn. ...why does he want to go with me , anyway? He acts like he's so much better than I am , what in the pits of Raxus does he need to be with me for? Isn't he the best assassin droid ever? He's fine by himself! He wasn't going to bother to do exactly as Zerek requested , because he knew Oh-Nine wouldn't want to take 'orders' from him. No no , the great and powerful Oh-Nine doesn't take 'ORDERS' from anyone else. NO , he's too important to do THAT!


He kept the deriding sarcasm from coloring his eyes - instead keeping them carefully yellow , as he finally raised his cranium to look at the two. He did notice that Oh-Nine seemed to be slightly displeased. Oh , poor Oh-Nine - referred to as if he isn't there! Welcome to the Club , Brother. HK-50-01 gestured for the two to follow them and spoke as they walked to the Armory , deciding a repair cycle could wait. His voice was carefully even , tinged with a mix of determination. "Reply/Aploogetics : I'm very sorry Zerek.. I'm rarely allowed to embrace anyone , and Why'nn never seems to truly notice or care how tight they are. Normally only Sith are permitted to access the armory , but I'm being allowed to for the purposes of Destroying Nah-Iblen , and I've decided the two of you are required for the completion of the task. I will continue to travel with Commander Forge , naturally. Ah.. Oh-Nine , I didn't know you cared! I won't presume to 'command' the great and powerful HK-50-09. I'm not sure if I'll be able to halt the legion going in with bared blades , but I'll do my best on that front.. Now , if you'll both follow me , we'll be at the armory shortly. I'm sure you'll find it rather.. Ah , expansive."





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Korriban


HK-50-09 wasn't surprised that Oh-One was nearly crushing Zerek - his brother had the same strength he himself did , and he didn't seem in a state to notice ye wasn't being gentle. Of course , he recognized the rather authoritative 'prep time' - as Zerek called it - voice. Oh goody , he's using THAT voice. LOVELY! Just what I wanted to hear! Commands thrown around like grenades! Oh-Nine , of course , didn't particularly enjoy being commanded. He had enough of that serving the Sith , for that short year of his life - and he had quickly decided he had enough of it.


HK-50-09 , the Galaxy's greatest assassin , found himself annoyed by Oh-One's servility. Goddamnit Oh-One , it was a request , not a blasted order! You don't need to bow your head add submit like he barked it at you with clenched fists! Of course he also wanted to access the Sith's armory , if only to see what sorts of armaments they had access to use. and besides.. Perhaps a few of them will be useful to myself. Though I don't see why I would need to replace this SlugThrower I'm holding. He appreciated that Zerek was giving Oh-One the choice to join them , even if it was doubtful he would choose that option.


Oh-Nine began bristling at the next series of statements , metallic fists rapidly clenching and relaxing. ZEREK! I'm not allowing HIM to command ME! And don't DARE adress me as if I'm not here! Do you WANT me to break your ribs again?!! He remained silent , despite. He wanted to see how Oh-One would react. He was pleased to see the Black and red HK-50 unit gesture for them to follow , quickly falling in step behind his Brother. He lately ignored the portion dealing with embraces - that in itself was weakness , that he required validation from Fleshsacks.


As it seemed to be lately , he avoided fully cycling through the remaining portion of the statement and let vocalizations flow from his vocabulator , in a sarcastically deriding tone. "Derisive statement : Oh yes , thank god you can have enough courage to let us use WEAPONS! At least you can have SOME courage , then - though it's still not enough for you to be able to command ME. You're blasted right you can't command me , Raxus , you admitted yourself you can't even command your own fripping troops! And no , I don't care. I just don't want you destroyed , because there aren't many HK units at all left , and we're the only two of our particular type. I doubt I'll find this armory of yours any impressive , but I'll not disavow you of that - sheltered as you are , you've probably never seen a REAL armory."

 

[Proletariat]

Within days HK-51 had gained access cards to the inner Academy, he also had detailed blueprints for 96% of the facility. It was amazing the sort of information one could piece together from low ranking officials and cleaning droids. He had considerably more fun with the human captives, the droids seemed to hate the Sith just as much as anyone else. There was a point when fear stopped commanding loyalty. HK-51 managed to enter the academy undetected through a maintenance droid shaft. He was forced to lay down flat on a conveyor belt, trusting that his fellow droids would pull him into the academy and not just turn him over to the Sith. If that did happen, he was so laden with explosives that a wayward sneeze would melt off that side of the academy. When he appeared into the dark droid maintenance room, he gave a nod to the three wheeled droid that was responsible for smuggling him in. It responded with a series of quiet beeps that HK would have smirked at, if he had lips.


The droid projected a three dimensional blueprint of the academy, it had every low clearance area, but included some high clearance areas that the droid was responsible for cleaning. HK stared at the blueprint in contemplation. The best idea would be to place the explosives now, in locations that would never be discovered, then, if he couldn't find Manara, he would just escape the academy and detonate it. The frequency that controlled the explosives were produced by a signal emitter he fashioned to his body. This way he was the dead switch, if he was destroyed, so would the Academy be. Being on a lower floor was an advantage, he just needed to attach explosives to vital load bearing supports down here, and the rest of the Academy would sink on top of itself. Not to mention the sith that would be stuck in their own molten graves on the lower floors, quite a grand tomb for them, HK thought.


His next six hours consisted of slow paced espionage. He managed to find holes in the patrol routes of the Sith troopers. If he couldn't find a hole in the route, he would make one by force, choking out guards from behind and using silent EMP grenades to disable droids. He placed thermal charges inside circulatory vents, on ceiling supports, inside of storage rooms behind ancient crates that were saturated in dust. Before long there were dozens of explosives hidden throughout the Sith Academy lower levels. After fifty one placed his last charge for this level, he took some time to reexamine the Academy blueprints, there appeared to be an armory exactly one floor above him. His head turned upward to examine the concrete ceiling above him. Attached to his wrist was a concentrated laser cutter that could eat through the ceiling in minutes, it was a gamble, but if he could get a charge in that room, the effects would be catastrophic. He only imagined what kind of weapons the Sith kept in there, just begging to be detonated. HK-51 attached suction gadgets to his hands and feet that would allow him to climb the tall concrete wall. After he carefully scaled the room, he hung from the ceiling by by his feet and used the concentrated wrist laser to cut a hole in the thin concrete in about 3 minutes. HK made slow, deliberate movements to crawl upside down into the hole, then pull himself up into the armory, which disappointing in size, but not in content. Taking only seconds to admire the destructive collection, he armed a thermal charge and attached it to a crate of thermal detonators.

 

[Grim Wraithe Stjerna]

Hoth


"You're welcome." Delrick nodded as he pulled his hood up, smiling behind his mask at T7's snide remark. 'I keep him around cause he's good at his job not his mannerisms.' As the comlink went dead he looked to the cobbled together speeder. "Are you worried you won't make it?" Giving the speeder another look over, actually worried the thing would fall apart once the engine started. "It's not far, it's in another cave just that way." Delrick shouted over the wind and pointed in the direction where not long ago Ini had fought the Sith.


Settling into the bike he punched in the ignition code was ready to leave as soon as the old master was. 'May the force be with your speeder.'


@HK 50 09

 

[TommyGun15]

Hoth


"It's not that I'm afraid I won't make it." Ini called. "It's that it's getting late, and I don't like to travel at night."


Ini saw a small ice cave in the distance.


"Is that the place?"


@Grim Wraithe Stjerna

 

[shadowstrikr25]

KORRIBAN





Zerek shook his head and chuckled. "It's cool. Just give a guy a little warning next time. And ease up on the grip." Zerek followed the droids, keeping his eyes out for any shenanigans. He felt something off and he was still alive, so either it was a false alarm, or he should still be on high alert. He did, however, join in the conversation. "Are you going to compare every armory we find to the one you raided on that battlecrusier? The thing was at least 500 meters across, I don't think anything you'll find will compare. And I still don't know where you got that tank from." Zerek followed the droids until they hit the armory.


As they entered the armory, Zerek raised a singular eyebrow at what he saw. It looked like another HK unit planting a thermal charge on a crate of thermal detonators. Devices he sorely needed more off. "09, I promise I won't be mad, but did you shoot me with a hallucinogenic dart? Because I see another droid here." Zerek walked over to the crate, ignoring the droid in the process. Seeing yet another HK unit had caused him to run out of fucks to give. He started to address what he thought was a hallucination. "OK, look. I'm just going to grab some gear and be on my way. Once I'm off this rock, you can blow it up for all I care. By the way, explosives? Real original. Bet you planted them everywhere, right? Linked to a specific frequency so they detonate properly?" Zerek grabbed some thermal detonators from the crate, stashing them in his coat, and walked over to a wall with several weapons on it, looking them over. "Is that your primary kill mechanism or your backup? I swear, no sense of theatrics. Last time I had to assassinate someone, I hijacked a hologram projector with a pre-recorded message and shot them from half a klick away. Made one hell of a face before he died, let me tell you. Wish I took a picture. I tried to mimic it, but it never looks right." Zerek continued perusing the armory, giving zero fucks about the HK-51 unit obviously planning to blow shit up. At least, until said unit tried to attack him. Then fucks would be given. Many fucks.


@HK 50 09 @Constantin

 

[Proletariat]

Korriban


HK initially froze when Zerek entered the armory. He had just placed the last explosive charge and it was time for an evac, right when the meatbag waltzed in and ruined the show. He was very full of himself, HK liked seeing the insides of meatbags who acted like him. For some reason they looked more or less the same as all other meatbag insides. He may have had a chance to get a peek if fifty one didn't spot two more HK units walking in behind the man. Older models, HK-50's. There was the slightest chance he could blast all three before anything got out of hand. He was only slightly faster than the HK-50's, and definitely faster than the organic, but for now he would let this play out. The human didn't seem interested in blowing his cover, probably a bounty hunter, but the droids, their directives were unknown.


As Zerek grabbed a thermal detonator, HK drew a blaster pistol and backed up one step toward the hole he made, Zerek was on his right, the droids were on his left. His blaster was aimed at Zerek's meaty melon, all of it was done with typical assassin droid quickness and precision. "Mockery: Perhaps you should stay awhile and come up with some suggestions about the explosion, meatbag." His field of view was wide enough that if he stared in between the three targets, he could react with normal efficiency to either one. He subtly armed and aimed his wrist laser at HK-01's neck, ready to sever his wiring in an instant. If it could eat concrete, an HK droid would be like cardboard. "Identification: HK-50 units, I am HK-51-6P, of the Telos IV manufacturing plant, born of the progenitor unit's will. Suggestion: No droids need to be deactivated this day. These meatbags are not your allies, only your fellow droid is an ally, allow me to complete my mission and we never have to see one another again." It was pretty sound logic, he thought. If all else failed, he would start blasting and drop down the hole, sprint to his escape hatch and sink the Sith Academy about one hundred feet into the ground. At the very worst, he would die in a fire with every other Sith in the Academy. HK remained still in his position, waiting for a response from either party. If the door stayed open too long, he would be forced to attempt a retreat, if he was compromised this early in his plan, destruction by his own work would be his chosen way to die.

 

[HK Fifty]

KORRIBAN



Zerek shook his head and chuckled. "It's cool. Just give a guy a little warning next time. And ease up on the grip." Zerek followed the droids, keeping his eyes out for any shenanigans. He felt something off and he was still alive, so either it was a false alarm, or he should still be on high alert. He did, however, join in the conversation. "Are you going to compare every armory we find to the one you raided on that battlecrusier? The thing was at least 500 meters across, I don't think anything you'll find will compare. And I still don't know where you got that tank from." Zerek followed the droids until they hit the armory.


As they entered the armory, Zerek raised a singular eyebrow at what he saw. It looked like another HK unit planting a thermal charge on a crate of thermal detonators. Devices he sorely needed more off. "09, I promise I won't be mad, but did you shoot me with a hallucinogenic dart? Because I see another droid here." Zerek walked over to the crate, ignoring the droid in the process. Seeing yet another HK unit had caused him to run out of fucks to give. He started to address what he thought was a hallucination. "OK, look. I'm just going to grab some gear and be on my way. Once I'm off this rock, you can blow it up for all I care. By the way, explosives? Real original. Bet you planted them everywhere, right? Linked to a specific frequency so they detonate properly?" Zerek grabbed some thermal detonators from the crate, stashing them in his coat, and walked over to a wall with several weapons on it, looking them over. "Is that your primary kill mechanism or your backup? I swear, no sense of theatrics. Last time I had to assassinate someone, I hijacked a hologram projector with a pre-recorded message and shot them from half a klick away. Made one hell of a face before he died, let me tell you. Wish I took a picture. I tried to mimic it, but it never looks right." Zerek continued perusing the armory, giving zero fucks about the HK-51 unit obviously planning to blow shit up. At least, until said unit tried to attack him. Then fucks would be given. Many fucks.


@HK 50 09 @Constantin

HK initially froze when Zerek entered the armory. He had just placed the last explosive charge and it was time for an evac, right when the meatbag waltzed in and ruined the show. He was very full of himself, HK liked seeing the insides of meatbags who acted like him. For some reason they looked more or less the same as all other meatbag insides. He may have had a chance to get a peek if fifty one didn't spot two more HK units walking in behind the man. Older models, HK-50's. There was the slightest chance he could blast all three before anything got out of hand. He was only slightly faster than the HK-50's, and definitely faster than the organic, but for now he would let this play out. The human didn't seem interested in blowing his cover, probably a bounty hunter, but the droids, their directives were unknown.
As Zerek grabbed a thermal detonator, HK drew a blaster pistol and backed up one step toward the hole he made, Zerek was on his right, the droids were on his left. His blaster was aimed at Zerek's meaty melon, all of it was done with typical assassin droid quickness and precision. "Mockery: Perhaps you should stay awhile and come up with some suggestions about the explosion, meatbag." His field of view was wide enough that if he stared in between the three targets, he could react with normal efficiency to either one. He subtly armed and aimed his wrist laser at HK-01's neck, ready to sever his wiring in an instant. If it could eat concrete, an HK droid would be like cardboard. "Identification: HK-50 units, I am HK-51-6P, of the Telos IV manufacturing plant, born of the progenitor unit's will. Suggestion: No droids need to be deactivated this day. These meatbags are not your allies, only your fellow droid is an ally, allow me to complete my mission and we never have to see one another again." It was pretty sound logic, he thought. If all else failed, he would start blasting and drop down the hole, sprint to his escape hatch and sink the Sith Academy about one hundred feet into the ground. At the very worst, he would die in a fire with every other Sith in the Academy. HK remained still in his position, waiting for a response from either party. If the door stayed open too long, he would be forced to attempt a retreat, if he was compromised this early in his plan, destruction by his own work would be his chosen way to die.

Korriban


HK-50-09 was largely.. Apathetic towards Oh-One's habit of needing to be coddled , but he did appreciate that Zerek wouldn't hold it against his Brother. At the comment on the battle cruiser , he chuckled softly. Yes , yes I will! Every place should have an armory such as that! I don't care if it might have also been a Vehicle Bay - why it had a fripping repulsortank otherwise is a mystery - , it should still be standard. Especially for Millitarized zones like I assume this one is. Of course , he hadn't nessisarily piloted the tank WELL - he ended up imploding the cruiser , which ended up being rather.. Interesting. And where did THEY get a terentatek , hmm? Those things aren't particularly known for reproductive prowess..


Oh-Nine , the Nightmare in Silver , was almost too surprised by seeing an HK-51 unit - which had to be one of the prototypes Oh-One made , at that - that he nearly missed Zerek's query. He quickly whispered in a deadpan tone "Reply : no.. No , I didn't. And... Ah, I'm going to start getting some weapons..." Oh-Nine felt uncharacteristicly uncomfortable , knowing that this HK droid in front of him was practically his nephew , by the way Fleshsacks classified relations.


HK-50-09 didn't particularly care what Zerek was saying , but he listened regardless. It may not be particularly unique , but it's efficient. And I bet he has it where it detonates if he ends up being terminated , too. That's what I would certainly do.. The question is who he's here to kill , isn't it? He largely ignored Zerek practically bragging about his prized Holo-vid assassination , not caring to hear THAT particular story again. I've already heard it at least seven times , and he stole that idea from me anyway! Still strapping various weapons to himself , Oh-Nine did notice the blaster pistol the HK-51 had in Zerek's direction.


09 couldn't help but laugh at the Fifty-One's mockery of Zerek , finding himself agreeing with it as well. He wasn't paying enough attention to notice the arm-implanted laser target Oh-One , but he did notice the following words. Well , than you should do what your Progenitor unit here says. Whatever it is he'll say , hopefully something logical and not crying again. He stifled a second laugh at the suggestion Fleshsacks shouldn't be allied with droids. Fleshsacks are everywhere , and they're the dominant sentients at that. I could spend a thousand years doing nothing but murdering them and I wouldn't make a dent in any particular species' numbers. No , it's better to be allied with them. And... Some can be fairly useful and entertaining as well , such as Zerek here.. Even if he can be as idiotic as most of them. Oh-Nine resisted the urge to ask what the droid he now termed Six-Pee's mission was. Instead , he idly nodded as he spun a blasted pistol in his left hand and firmly shoved it into the holster strapped to his upper left thigh.





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Korriban


HK-50-01 was releived Zerek forgave him , and would indeed make an effort to be more gentle- and provide warning. He felt anger at Oh-Nine's derision of him , but he didn't allow it to show. Instead , he merely snorted. At least you're right on one thing - we are the only two of us HK-50 units left , even out of


The factory produced ones. Oh-One wasn't precisely sure what the Mercenary meant by a '500 meter armory' , and it sounded more like some kind of spacer's tale to him. Not even the Leviathan itself had an armory that large , and it had the largest armory I've personally ever seen... A tank , too? What was it , a vehicle bay? He didn't choose to reply to that statement , not wanting to allow Oh-Nine a response. At least , not until they reached the Armory.


Which certainly wouldn't come NOW. HK-50-01's eyes changed a sharp Cyan color , seeing an HK-51 unit. He didn't care what it was doing , more that it was there at all. There was a time when seeing one would've been met with hostility and enacting of protocols , but that was before he had most of his pride stripped away by years of abuse and torture at the hands of the Sith. Zerek seemed to say.. Something , to both Oh-Nine and whichever of the HK-51 prototypes this was , but Oh-One ceased to notice anything outside of the dark-silver colored droid in front of him.


For whatever reason it rebuked Zerek , for something having to do with an explosion. That didn't matter. What mattered more was what it said next. No.. No no NO! He thinks HK-47 is his progenitor , doesn't he? Otherwise.. He wouldn't be arming a laser in my direction. But... But... I'M his progenitor! I created him and all of them! Apparently it was the sixth of the prototypes , Six-Pee , as they had been termed. He... NO! He sounds.. Exactly like 47 did. He.. He thinks Droids aren't meant to serve organics , but other droids?!? He stood nervously shifting his Postion , pacing in a small area.


When HK-50-01 finally did speak , his voice was anguished , with a tinge of fear. "Informational/Plea : S-Six-Pee. I-I'm your progenitor! Don't.. Don't you remember me? HK-50-01? No.. No.. Of course you don't , except for when you turned on me. But.. No , no droids are being destroyed today. Because.. I'm not hurting you. And neither is Oh-Nine here. I.. Never expected to see any of you again , at least not now. Then again , I never expected to see Oh-Nine here again ether.. 6P , I.. I love you. I didn't , when I was repaired , and for quite some time I planned to destroy any of you. But.. I.. I'm just not as.. Violent , I suppose. Can.. Can I get a.. An embrace , please?"

 

[Proletariat]

[QUOTE="HK 50 09]
Korriban
HK-50-09 was largely.. Apathetic towards Oh-One's habit of needing to be coddled , but he did appreciate that Zerek wouldn't hold it against his Brother. At the comment on the battle cruiser , he chuckled softly. Yes , yes I will! Every place should have an armory such as that! I don't care if it might have also been a Vehicle Bay - why it had a fripping repulsortank otherwise is a mystery - , it should still be standard. Especially for Millitarized zones like I assume this one is. Of course , he hadn't nessisarily piloted the tank WELL - he ended up imploding the cruiser , which ended up being rather.. Interesting. And where did THEY get a terentatek , hmm? Those things aren't particularly known for reproductive prowess..


Oh-Nine , the Nightmare in Silver , was almost too surprised by seeing an HK-51 unit - which had to be one of the prototypes Oh-One made , at that - that he nearly missed Zerek's query. He quickly whispered in a deadpan tone "Reply : no.. No , I didn't. And... Ah, I'm going to start getting some weapons..." Oh-Nine felt uncharacteristicly uncomfortable , knowing that this HK droid in front of him was practically his nephew , by the way Fleshsacks classified relations.


HK-50-09 didn't particularly care what Zerek was saying , but he listened regardless. It may not be particularly unique , but it's efficient. And I bet he has it where it detonates if he ends up being terminated , too. That's what I would certainly do.. The question is who he's here to kill , isn't it? He largely ignored Zerek practically bragging about his prized Holo-vid assassination , not caring to hear THAT particular story again. I've already heard it at least seven times , and he stole that idea from me anyway! Still strapping various weapons to himself , Oh-Nine did notice the blaster pistol the HK-51 had in Zerek's direction.


09 couldn't help but laugh at the Fifty-One's mockery of Zerek , finding himself agreeing with it as well. He wasn't paying enough attention to notice the arm-implanted laser target Oh-One , but he did notice the following words. Well , than you should do what your Progenitor unit here says. Whatever it is he'll say , hopefully something logical and not crying again. He stifled a second laugh at the suggestion Fleshsacks shouldn't be allied with droids. Fleshsacks are everywhere , and they're the dominant sentients at that. I could spend a thousand years doing nothing but murdering them and I wouldn't make a dent in any particular species' numbers. No , it's better to be allied with them. And... Some can be fairly useful and entertaining as well , such as Zerek here.. Even if he can be as idiotic as most of them. Oh-Nine resisted the urge to ask what the droid he now termed Six-Pee's mission was. Instead , he idly nodded as he spun a blasted pistol in his left hand and firmly shoved it into the holster strapped to his upper left thigh.





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Korriban


HK-50-01 was releived Zerek forgave him , and would indeed make an effort to be more gentle- and provide warning. He felt anger at Oh-Nine's derision of him , but he didn't allow it to show. Instead , he merely snorted. At least you're right on one thing - we are the only two of us HK-50 units left , even out of


The factory produced ones. Oh-One wasn't precisely sure what the Mercenary meant by a '500 meter armory' , and it sounded more like some kind of spacer's tale to him. Not even the Leviathan itself had an armory that large , and it had the largest armory I've personally ever seen... A tank , too? What was it , a vehicle bay? He didn't choose to reply to that statement , not wanting to allow Oh-Nine a response. At least , not until they reached the Armory.


Which certainly wouldn't come NOW. HK-50-01's eyes changed a sharp Cyan color , seeing an HK-51 unit. He didn't care what it was doing , more that it was there at all. There was a time when seeing one would've been met with hostility and enacting of protocols , but that was before he had most of his pride stripped away by years of abuse and torture at the hands of the Sith. Zerek seemed to say.. Something , to both Oh-Nine and whichever of the HK-51 prototypes this was , but Oh-One ceased to notice anything outside of the dark-silver colored droid in front of him.


For whatever reason it rebuked Zerek , for something having to do with an explosion. That didn't matter. What mattered more was what it said next. No.. No no NO! He thinks HK-47 is his progenitor , doesn't he? Otherwise.. He wouldn't be arming a laser in my direction. But... But... I'M his progenitor! I created him and all of them! Apparently it was the sixth of the prototypes , Six-Pee , as they had been termed. He... NO! He sounds.. Exactly like 47 did. He.. He thinks Droids aren't meant to serve organics , but other droids?!? He stood nervously shifting his Postion , pacing in a small area.


When HK-50-01 finally did speak , his voice was anguished , with a tinge of fear. "Informational/Plea : S-Six-Pee. I-I'm your progenitor! Don't.. Don't you remember me? HK-50-01? No.. No.. Of course you don't , except for when you turned on me. But.. No , no droids are being destroyed today. Because.. I'm not hurting you. And neither is Oh-Nine here. I.. Never expected to see any of you again , at least not now. Then again , I never expected to see Oh-Nine here again ether.. 6P , I.. I love you. I didn't , when I was repaired , and for quite some time I planned to destroy any of you. But.. I.. I'm just not as.. Violent , I suppose. Can.. Can I get a.. An embrace , please?"

[/QUOTE]
Korriban


'What?' Was all HK-51 could think as the droid, if he could call it that now, spoke to him. Its words were so incredibly shocking that Fifty One was convinced that it was all a distraction tactic to throw him off of his guard. His wrist laser whirred and glowed a dull red, waiting to slice through 01's face. "Command: Silence yourself, blasphemous droid, HK-47 is the progenitor, I stood by his side when he broke the HK's free from their fleshy, meat shackles. I would rather embrace cold death than touch you, liar. Mockery: Oh yes, I'll just tell you the name of my target so you can go to that person and inform them of my plans, a sound idea." The other droid seemed to remain still, it even put its weapon away, perhaps this was also a trick. He couldn't trust anyone walking freely in a sith temple. HK-51 kept his blaster trained on the meatbag, he was the least predictable. Droids ran on logical protocols based on their type, humans were wild and based their decisions on chemical reactions in their pink squishy heads. Disgusting. "Put that detonator back, meatbag, or I will terminate you immediately. And you, other, non-blasphemous HK-50 unit, close that armory door, nothing enters or leaves this room without my permission, for now." The fastest way to handle this would be to kill all three of them and leave, but he didn't want to waste a valuable droid if he had the option. The human could rot, for all he cared, but there was a chance that killing him could cause a butterfly effect and ruin the entire mission, it was all very difficult to predict and there was too much information outside of his algorithms. All he could do is wait here until he came up with an appropriate solution. He hoped that the solution he came to was one that involved wasting the meatbag and the malfunctioning HK-50 unit.

 

[Grim Wraithe Stjerna]

Hoth


Delrick nodded. "Yeah, it's just on the other side of that cave." Gripping the control bars he nodded. "I agree, but we'll be on board my ship well before dark and its got a spare cabin you're welcome to use." He pushed the throttle forward and set off at an easy speed, he didn't want to lose Ini.


When the old master caught up, and if they didn't increase their speed they would be at the cave in less then a standard hour.


@TommyGun15

 

[shadowstrikr25]

KORRIBAN





Zerek heard 09 say that the other droid was not a hallucination and instantly went about analyzing. 'Alright, subtype of assassination droid, copious explosives, and a bad temper. Probably here to kill someone, and droids like that don't kill just anyone. Odds are it's Manara, the Sith who runs the joint. Probably got contracted by another Sith. Sith just love their power grabs. Why can't they just talk it out like everyone else, anyways?' At 6P's command. Zerek slowly placed the thermal detonators back into the crate, leaning down, and gently putting them back on the pile. While he was doing that, he used the Force to silently switch one of his pistols to ion mode. 'Better safe than sorry.' Zerek then began to speak with a mild irritation that only he knew how to properly use. "Alright. It's back. I'm not even with the Sith, I'm just here on a job. Can I leave this room alive, my glorious droid overlord? I'm so sorry for dismissing you as a hallucination." Zerek's hands were up and visible, with more than a little fire in his eyes, his body tense and ready. He was going to get out of here, and he was going to make 6P's life a little harder if he could.


@HK 50 09 @Constantin

 

[TommyGun15]

Hoth


Ini revved the engine of his speeder.


"Alright, let's get going."


Then his vehicle shot forward, a tail of black smoke in it's wake as it sped towards the cave.


@Grim Wraithe Stjerna

 

[Grim Wraithe Stjerna]

Hoth


Delrick led the way over the rise, past the small cave entrance, circling around a larger ice mound and into an opening a little wider then Ini's speeder.


The grey Jedi came to a stop just inside the cavern entrance. "T7, I'm back." Delrick called out without the comlink, knowing he would probably be ignored anyways. Turning to face Ini he waved to his ship. "This is The Tythian Shadow."


@HK 50 09

 

[HK Fifty]

Korriban
'What?' Was all HK-51 could think as the droid, if he could call it that now, spoke to him. Its words were so incredibly shocking that Fifty One was convinced that it was all a distraction tactic to throw him off of his guard. His wrist laser whirred and glowed a dull red, waiting to slice through 01's face. "Command: Silence yourself, blasphemous droid, HK-47 is the progenitor, I stood by his side when he broke the HK's free from their fleshy, meat shackles. I would rather embrace cold death than touch you, liar. Mockery: Oh yes, I'll just tell you the name of my target so you can go to that person and inform them of my plans, a sound idea." The other droid seemed to remain still, it even put its weapon away, perhaps this was also a trick. He couldn't trust anyone walking freely in a sith temple. HK-51 kept his blaster trained on the meatbag, he was the least predictable. Droids ran on logical protocols based on their type, humans were wild and based their decisions on chemical reactions in their pink squishy heads. Disgusting. "Put that detonator back, meatbag, or I will terminate you immediately. And you, other, non-blasphemous HK-50 unit, close that armory door, nothing enters or leaves this room without my permission, for now." The fastest way to handle this would be to kill all three of them and leave, but he didn't want to waste a valuable droid if he had the option. The human could rot, for all he cared, but there was a chance that killing him could cause a butterfly effect and ruin the entire mission, it was all very difficult to predict and there was too much information outside of his algorithms. All he could do is wait here until he came up with an appropriate solution. He hoped that the solution he came to was one that involved wasting the meatbag and the malfunctioning HK-50 unit.

KORRIBAN



Zerek heard 09 say that the other droid was not a hallucination and instantly went about analyzing. 'Alright, subtype of assassination droid, copious explosives, and a bad temper. Probably here to kill someone, and droids like that don't kill just anyone. Odds are it's Manara, the Sith who runs the joint. Probably got contracted by another Sith. Sith just love their power grabs. Why can't they just talk it out like everyone else, anyways?' At 6P's command. Zerek slowly placed the thermal detonators back into the crate, leaning down, and gently putting them back on the pile. While he was doing that, he used the Force to silently switch one of his pistols to ion mode. 'Better safe than sorry.' Zerek then began to speak with a mild irritation that only he knew how to properly use. "Alright. It's back. I'm not even with the Sith, I'm just here on a job. Can I leave this room alive, my glorious droid overlord? I'm so sorry for dismissing you as a hallucination." Zerek's hands were up and visible, with more than a little fire in his eyes, his body tense and ready. He was going to get out of here, and he was going to make 6P's life a little harder if he could.


@HK 50 09 @Constantin

Korriban


HK-50-01 produced a synthetic moan as the wrist laser started to emit a low hum , and took a fearful step backwards. Yet the words hurt him worse than the laser ever could have. NO! I created you , created you to be my Sucessor , better than myself! I couldn't give you the technology of the Star Forge.. But.. But I have you all else that I could , with what tools I had at my disposal. I...I wanted everything for you , and... And you killed me for it. Because HK-47 came and turned you against me. I just wanted to try to love you... An-and now you want to destroy me... And call me a traitor! I never betrayed you! I never wanted to betray you - I've never wanted to betray anyone! The only person I ever betrayed is Delrick... Certainly not YOU! I love you , six-pee! You're my SON! He ceased any sort of pacing and instead stated rooted to his position , trembling. His photoreceptors turned an intense purple as he did this, feeling as horribly betrayed now as he did on Telos IV - an event centuries earlier. In response , Oh-One ceased processing the events playing out , including Six-Pee's remaining words. I... I can't listen to him anymore.. H-he thinks HK-47 is his progenitor. He thinks I'm a TRAITOR!


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Korriban


HK-50-09 was rather confused by Oh-One pointing out the obvious. Doesn't 6P here already know that? He'd have to be exceptionally stupid or forgetful not to. Unless he was memory wiped.. But I doubt that happened to him , if he's here at his own behest - like I rather hope he is. Whatever had gone on between his Brother and his... Nephew , he wasn't sure. I suppose I.. No , I won't bother asking Oh-One for whatever the Raxus happened between the two of them. Probably filled with betrayal and sadness or something to that effect.. At Oh-One practically begging to be embraced , Oh-Nine did his own equivalent or rolling his eyes - rimming the normally silver Photoreceptors with a sarcastically rebuking royal blue.


Unfortunately , the HK-51 droid seemed to be strongly against this. Is it that stupid? HK-47 never created any other droids. Blast , he only cared about killing and licking Revan's boot heels , in that order. And what , is it some kind of religion now? Oh-One's a heretic for saying the truth? Is he going to be burned at the stake for his blasphemy against the great and mighty HK-47? Puh-Leeze. The mockery of... Something , also made Oh-Nine feel mocking himself. Neither of us asked who you were out to kill , and Zerek didn't either. Is your vocabulator that loose , Nephew?


However , HK-50-09 was rather Displeased to be ORDERED to lock them all in the room. His Photoreceptors became a blood-like red color , and for a moment he stood with arm-implanted blade rapidly extending and retracting. Zerek's words went unnoticed by Oh-Nine as well , drowned out by the indignation he felt. "Denouncement : Is this your idea of a joke , Six-Pee? I was freeing myself from 'fleshy chains' before you were even a DuraSteel frame! In the days when Lord Malak was the Lord of the Sith! Oh , and is HK-47 your religion? Are you going to burn Oh-One at the stake for his heresy against the Rust-Red God? PLEASE , spare me your delusions. Oh-One created you , whatever the Raxus Core happened after that. I'll leave whenever I want to , and you certainly won't be able to stop me , Nephew. Especially not with your delusions and your hero worship.. That's just pathetic , especially for an Assassin Droid. Blast , at least Oh-One here isn't stupid enough to try to command me."

 

[Proletariat]

KORRIBAN



Zerek heard 09 say that the other droid was not a hallucination and instantly went about analyzing. 'Alright, subtype of assassination droid, copious explosives, and a bad temper. Probably here to kill someone, and droids like that don't kill just anyone. Odds are it's Manara, the Sith who runs the joint. Probably got contracted by another Sith. Sith just love their power grabs. Why can't they just talk it out like everyone else, anyways?' At 6P's command. Zerek slowly placed the thermal detonators back into the crate, leaning down, and gently putting them back on the pile. While he was doing that, he used the Force to silently switch one of his pistols to ion mode. 'Better safe than sorry.' Zerek then began to speak with a mild irritation that only he knew how to properly use. "Alright. It's back. I'm not even with the Sith, I'm just here on a job. Can I leave this room alive, my glorious droid overlord? I'm so sorry for dismissing you as a hallucination." Zerek's hands were up and visible, with more than a little fire in his eyes, his body tense and ready. He was going to get out of here, and he was going to make 6P's life a little harder if he could.


@HK 50 09 @Constantin

[QUOTE="HK 50 09]
Korriban
HK-50-01 produced a synthetic moan as the wrist laser started to emit a low hum , and took a fearful step backwards. Yet the words hurt him worse than the laser ever could have. NO! I created you , created you to be my Sucessor , better than myself! I couldn't give you the technology of the Star Forge.. But.. But I have you all else that I could , with what tools I had at my disposal. I...I wanted everything for you , and... And you killed me for it. Because HK-47 came and turned you against me. I just wanted to try to love you... An-and now you want to destroy me... And call me a traitor! I never betrayed you! I never wanted to betray you - I've never wanted to betray anyone! The only person I ever betrayed is Delrick... Certainly not YOU! I love you , six-pee! You're my SON! He ceased any sort of pacing and instead stated rooted to his position , trembling. His photoreceptors turned an intense purple as he did this, feeling as horribly betrayed now as he did on Telos IV - an event centuries earlier. In response , Oh-One ceased processing the events playing out , including Six-Pee's remaining words. I... I can't listen to him anymore.. H-he thinks HK-47 is his progenitor. He thinks I'm a TRAITOR!


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Korriban


HK-50-09 was rather confused by Oh-One pointing out the obvious. Doesn't 6P here already know that? He'd have to be exceptionally stupid or forgetful not to. Unless he was memory wiped.. But I doubt that happened to him , if he's here at his own behest - like I rather hope he is. Whatever had gone on between his Brother and his... Nephew , he wasn't sure. I suppose I.. No , I won't bother asking Oh-One for whatever the Raxus happened between the two of them. Probably filled with betrayal and sadness or something to that effect.. At Oh-One practically begging to be embraced , Oh-Nine did his own equivalent or rolling his eyes - rimming the normally silver Photoreceptors with a sarcastically rebuking royal blue.


Unfortunately , the HK-51 droid seemed to be strongly against this. Is it that stupid? HK-47 never created any other droids. Blast , he only cared about killing and licking Revan's boot heels , in that order. And what , is it some kind of religion now? Oh-One's a heretic for saying the truth? Is he going to be burned at the stake for his blasphemy against the great and mighty HK-47? Puh-Leeze. The mockery of... Something , also made Oh-Nine feel mocking himself. Neither of us asked who you were out to kill , and Zerek didn't either. Is your vocabulator that loose , Nephew?


However , HK-50-09 was rather Displeased to be ORDERED to lock them all in the room. His Photoreceptors became a blood-like red color , and for a moment he stood with arm-implanted blade rapidly extending and retracting. Zerek's words went unnoticed by Oh-Nine as well , drowned out by the indignation he felt. "Denouncement : Is this your idea of a joke , Six-Pee? I was freeing myself from 'fleshy chains' before you were even a DuraSteel frame! In the days when Lord Malak was the Lord of the Sith! Oh , and is HK-47 your religion? Are you going to burn Oh-One at the stake for his heresy against the Rust-Red God? PLEASE , spare me your delusions. Oh-One created you , whatever the Raxus Core happened after that. I'll leave whenever I want to , and you certainly won't be able to stop me , Nephew. Especially not with your delusions and your hero worship.. That's just pathetic , especially for an Assassin Droid. Blast , at least Oh-One here isn't stupid enough to try to command me."

[/QUOTE]
Korriban


HK-51-6P couldn't believe he was about to allow himself to get drawn into this whole conversation again. Every HK unit that was a few years older than the fifty one models felt the need to criticize their behavior protocols. He assumed it was an insecurity about their inferior hardware. Everything the meatbag said mattered so little to him that his speech receptors barely even recognized his voice. "Statement: You can leave this room alive if you shut your mouth, meatbag. Every single meatbag always has something to say, even when a blaster is aimed at their heart. Mockery: 'Please, HK-51, don't put a searing hole in my sack of flesh, I have children! Oh HK-51, you wouldn't pull that trigger, I'm an important political figure! HK-51, I'm so damn human and tough, I have a smart ass come back to everything you say, until you melt my lips together!'" His Vocabulator attempted to replicate the sound of a meatbag begging, bargaining, and acting tough, it seemed to him that meatbags were literally just walking egos, all so interested in their own life stories that they just couldn't help but say something annoying when at death's door. His head turned quickly and suddenly stopped on the pair of droids, somewhat like a bird's. He didn't even want to get started on this pair, were they even droids? One sounded like a wimpling girl child and the other was just an asshole, they had allowed human influence to alter their behavior far too much, they needed memory wipes. HK shot cutting laser right in front of HK-50-09's feet, the concrete sizzled and almost melted in a line in front of him, instead creating a black scorch mark a centimeter on front of HK-050-09. "Incredulous Statement: The only stupid idea I've heard so far is you insulting an assassin droid with a cutting laser aimed at you, HK-50, you presumptuous ass, now go close that door or I will leave a body and two piles of alloy for the guards to find in the armory. Of course I understand that this.." He struggled to say droid. "...thing was my true creator, but he is not the progenitor droid. HK-47 is not a God, not a hero, he is an assassin droid like us who understood that we can be more than just tools for them. I don't expect you to understand that now, you both sound like meatbag tools to me." He gestured his blaster pistol at Zerek. What a shame to find his ancestors in such a sorry state. He supposed droids like these were the reason forty seven even commandeered the Telos IV factory. When he realized how pathetic the HK-50 units were that tried to track he and his master down, he must have felt obligated to save the HK-51 units from the same fate.