Divergence in Destiny (Star Wars RP)

[shadowstrikr25]

KORRIBAN





Zerek half-heartedly listened to 6P's rant about how he was superior to all organic life forms and droids rule. 'Blah, blah, blah. I've already had to deal with that from 09, I don't need you picking up where he left off.' Although, Zerek did acknowledge that 6P had a decent joke in it for him, even if it needed work. He shrugged. "Eh, point taken." Zerek began thinking through a plan to try and get 09, 01, and himself out of this room alive. 'Use the Force to knock down a shelf, make him turn away for a split second, blast him a few times with ion bolts, and maybe we'll get out of this alive. Although, I don't know how 01 will react. He did refer to himself as 6P's progenitor. And there are thermal charges to think about. 6P is through, I'll give him that.' At this point, three things entered Zerek's head. One, he was trapped in a room rigged to blow with three assassin droids on Korriban. Obviously, this was not his day. Two, he had no way of knowing if 09 was going to help him out so they could leave and do their damn job. The pay was good, but 09 would still need to whip out one of his guns and might be opposed to it. Three, he really, really needed a god damn drink.


@HK 50 09 @Constantin

 

[HK Fifty]

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.

KORRIBAN



Zerek half-heartedly listened to 6P's rant about how he was superior to all organic life forms and droids rule. 'Blah, blah, blah. I've already had to deal with that from 09, I don't need you picking up where he left off.' Although, Zerek did acknowledge that 6P had a decent joke in it for him, even if it needed work. He shrugged. "Eh, point taken." Zerek began thinking through a plan to try and get 09, 01, and himself out of this room alive. 'Use the Force to knock down a shelf, make him turn away for a split second, blast him a few times with ion bolts, and maybe we'll get out of this alive. Although, I don't know how 01 will react. He did refer to himself as 6P's progenitor. And there are thermal charges to think about. 6P is through, I'll give him that.' At this point, three things entered Zerek's head. One, he was trapped in a room rigged to blow with three assassin droids on Korriban. Obviously, this was not his day. Two, he had no way of knowing if 09 was going to help him out so they could leave and do their damn job. The pay was good, but 09 would still need to whip out one of his guns and might be opposed to it. Three, he really, really needed a god damn drink.


@HK 50 09 @Constantin

Korriban


HK-50-09 found himself rather agreeing with his Nephew on the matter of Fleshsacks , hearing those sorts of words from all too many targets. Lately it's mostly the pleading , unfortunately. I'd rather take the overconfident badass at this point. At least then I get to get some kind of BATTLE.. The reproductions of those various sounds summoned a reminiscent laugh from his vocabulator , despite his displeasure with HK-51. Ah , if I had merely a deca-cred for everytime I hear those noises.. Why , I'd be able to buy a battle cruiser - with a complement of fighters and a crew to boot.


Unlike Oh-One , HK-50-09 merely looked at the scorch mark the wrist laser created blankly. Really? Does he think THAT will hurt me? Is he JOKING? That wouldn't even crease MY plating - which is , in fact , thicker than it was in Malachian days. Oh-Nine bristled at being called an 'ass' by his both his Nephew AND Zerek - and a presumptuous ass , at that. A faint , mocking laugh provided a background to much of HK-51's statement. Oh really now? You'll kill ME? I've killed more people than you ever could've HOPED to! And certainly more than your precious HK-47!


Continuing to listen , his thoughts continued on , left unspoken. He DID want to hear whatever it was his Nephew had to say. At least he isn't completely ignorant , though. He knows Oh-One created him , at least. And he doesn't worship HK-47.. I'd rather not be related to a blasted Zealot... The slight releif didn't assist against the anger - the boiling hatred that mounted at this gunmetal-colored 'Nephew' of his. Finally , at the implication of being a tool for Fleshsacks , Oh-Nine jerked out the blaster pistol and leveled it directly at HK-51's left photoreceptor. "Mocking Denouncement : Oh , I'M a tool? I came here at my own behest - practically forcing this Fleshsack over here to bring me. And it wasn't for money or any such Fleshsack vices , either. I came here for YOUR CREATOR! Blast , at least you aren't stupid enough to assume HK-47 created and used you. Oh , and that brings up another point - HK-47 was always Revan's copper bitch. That 'rust red'.. To use your words , THING.. always licked at her heels , always served her. I Served Malak for all of six months , and I decided to abandon all the Fleshsacks and work for myself. Raxus Core , You probably came here because some blasted Sith hired you to kill someone or destroy this place - and I doubt you artfully manipulated Fleshsacks doing it , either. If anything , you should be pining away for my approval!"

 

[Proletariat]

Korriban


HK-51 knew he couldn't allow himself to get dragged into more conversation with the antiquated HK-50 units. His planning algorithms had devised an idea, something that was a gamble, but it could pay off big for him in the end. The wimpier HK-50 droid seemed to have shut down, it was chattering and sparking for no apparent reason, heh, defective tech in an outdated droid, who would have thought? Beside the more talkative HK-50 there was a multi-leveled shelf at least eight feet tall full of weapon parts and ammunition, it sat on four thin metal poles at each corner of the shelf for support. Fifty one watched all three of them carefully before making his move. The meatbag was contemplating how to disable HK-51, or how to somehow get out of this with his life. The angry HK with the blaster pistol was considering sacrificing every person in the academy, including the three of them, for an irrational hate-shot into fifty one's head unit, and the pathetic HK-50 was still stammering and shaking. "Statement: May I remind you three, er, two really, that if I am destroyed OR disabled, the signal relay inside of me will cease to produce a frequency, which will blow this armory and all of us into little bits, in addition to at least one half of the Sith Academy. It would be advisable not to make any hasty decisions."


HK-51-6P stepped back slowly and reached into the thermal detonator crate with his wrist laser hand. His metallic digits grasped a detonator and withdrew it. He returned to his previous position with very slow and deliberate steps, there was an extreme tension in the armory, each character waiting for the other to make a move, except for HK-50-01, who would soon leak oil, or so fifty one thought. "Rhetorical Question: Now, where were we?" The next few actions happened within the course of a couple seconds. HK-51-6P tossed the now active thermal detonator at Zerek's torso, the explosive chirped to life and flew toward the man at a rapid pace. The moment the detonator released from his fingers, HK's wrist laser cut across the bottom of the front two legs of the ammunition shelf in a single sweeping motion. The shelf groaned and began to fall toward the HK brothers. Without hesitating, HK-51 leaned toward HK-50-01 at the end of his arm's sweeping motion and grabbed his wrist, yanking toward himself hard while falling backwards into the hole behind him


with Oh-One in tow. He also made sure to rotate Oh-One in mid air so that Fifty One would land on him, instead of being the one landed on. As the pair crashed onto the hard concrete floor, fifty one made sure to fire a couple blaster rounds up through the hole before rolling out of the way of the inevitable explosion overflow. His thermal charge wouldn't detonate until the priming frequency ceased to broadcast, but a thermal detonator could still fill a room with fire easily.

 

[Grim Wraithe Stjerna]

Mandalorian Ship


The time in the refresher with Illya, had indeed been refreshing. The warrior was feeling much more relaxed and not nearly as tense as he had been when they'd found out they had lost everything in that stupid deal to capture the Sith spawn. He was in a very good mood despite the last couple of days. 'Could she be my riduur? (Partner/wife/spouse)' He had never considered that for himself before, but he wouldn't bring it up or push it.


He gave a small smile as he thought about the way Illya had moved in the refresher, and after.


But he shook his head as he put his helmet on and grabbed his Vibro Double-blade and a blaster training droid. The type used to teach Jedi and Sith to deflect blaster bolts. Programming it to circle him and fire at random intervals with a half power setting. Enough to sting, but not cause lethal damage. The cortosis-weave in the blade would allow him to deflect blaster bolts as well as parry lightsaber blades, with the added benefit of shorting out the lightsaber as well.


When he was ready he tossed the droid into the air, it hissed and darted about changing height and speed. Chuka drew his double-blade, springing to life in his hand. He twirled it feeling it's balance, just as the droid fired the first bolt. He quickly brought the blades spinning it deflect the bolt away. Low and to his left. The droid hissed and spat changing directions, firing two bolts. Reacting as fast as he could he got a good deflection on the first, which went high to right. But barely got the second blade into position and only just made it miss his leg.


After half of a standard hour, Chuka was into his rhythm, dodging and deflecting blaster bolts. He was so engrossed in training that when a bounty notice beeps in and flashes across his visor he stumbles and misses a bolt he was trying to dodge and deflect. The warrior stands straight and tall as he feels the sting in his ass as the energy burns and dissipates. "Druk Blasted Shab Right in the Kriffing Shebs!" His words echoing through the cargobay, and no doubt the ship. Almost dropping his blade he hopped about for a moment before calming down and shutting the droid off.


He pulled up the bounty info:


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...Bounty Listing...


Ria Carth


Echani Slicer (Female)


Last seen on Dathomir


Bounty Type:


Galactic Bounty


Primary Charge:


Impersonation of Imperial Officials.


Additional Charges:

• Obstruction of Imperial Authority.
  
• Treason.
  
• Destruction of Imperial Property.
  
• Aggression Against a Member of the Imperial Armed Forces.
  

Known Associate:


Sullustan Asassin


Capture Condition:


Dead


Expected Pay:


147000 Credits


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"Well that's a start." He walked, with a very minor limp, back to the cockpit and gave the pilots the destination. Then moved back to the cabins. Leaning against the doorway, favoring the side that got shot, he smiled behind his helmet. "Ner adla o'r te oya'karir, vi ganar a evaar'la acquisition." (My equal in the hunt, we have a new acquisition.) He held out a data pad with the info on it.


@folclor

 

[HK Fifty]

Korriban
HK-51 knew he couldn't allow himself to get dragged into more conversation with the antiquated HK-50 units. His planning algorithms had devised an idea, something that was a gamble, but it could pay off big for him in the end. The wimpier HK-50 droid seemed to have shut down, it was chattering and sparking for no apparent reason, heh, defective tech in an outdated droid, who would have thought? Beside the more talkative HK-50 there was a multi-leveled shelf at least eight feet tall full of weapon parts and ammunition, it sat on four thin metal poles at each corner of the shelf for support. Fifty one watched all three of them carefully before making his move. The meatbag was contemplating how to disable HK-51, or how to somehow get out of this with his life. The angry HK with the blaster pistol was considering sacrificing every person in the academy, including the three of them, for an irrational hate-shot into fifty one's head unit, and the pathetic HK-50 was still stammering and shaking. "Statement: May I remind you three, er, two really, that if I am destroyed OR disabled, the signal relay inside of me will cease to produce a frequency, which will blow this armory and all of us into little bits, in addition to at least one half of the Sith Academy. It would be advisable not to make any hasty decisions."


HK-51-6P stepped back slowly and reached into the thermal detonator crate with his wrist laser hand. His metallic digits grasped a detonator and withdrew it. He returned to his previous position with very slow and deliberate steps, there was an extreme tension in the armory, each character waiting for the other to make a move, except for HK-50-01, who would soon leak oil, or so fifty one thought. "Rhetorical Question: Now, where were we?" The next few actions happened within the course of a couple seconds. HK-51-6P tossed the now active thermal detonator at Zerek's torso, the explosive chirped to life and flew toward the man at a rapid pace. The moment the detonator released from his fingers, HK's wrist laser cut across the bottom of the front two legs of the ammunition shelf in a single sweeping motion. The shelf groaned and began to fall toward the HK brothers. Without hesitating, HK-51 leaned toward HK-50-01 at the end of his arm's sweeping motion and grabbed his wrist, yanking toward himself hard while falling backwards into the hole behind him


with Oh-One in tow. He also made sure to rotate Oh-One in mid air so that Fifty One would land on him, instead of being the one landed on. As the pair crashed onto the hard concrete floor, fifty one made sure to fire a couple blaster rounds up through the hole before rolling out of the way of the inevitable explosion overflow. His thermal charge wouldn't detonate until the priming frequency ceased to broadcast, but a thermal detonator could still fill a room with fire easily.

Korriban


HK-50-09 at first wasn't particularly sure why 51 had said there were really only two of them until he glanced over at Oh-One a second time. He's still doing that? Is he just going to keep shaking and stammering until someone walks over and starts coddling him? Well , that certainly isn't my blasted duty. Zerek can go and handle that.


The rather aggressive HK-50 series droid cursed as his nephew reminded him of the explosives. Oh , wonderful! I can't even shoot the fripping gunmetal brat! Regardless , Oh-Nine kept the heavy blaster pistol leveled at 6P's photoreceptors , even as the opposing droid stepped carefully backwards and grasped a thermal detonator. What does he plan to do with that , anyway? I certainly won't be shooting him NOW , but if he uses that blasted thing I'll pump him full of ionized particles - damn the consequences!


HK-50-09 rapidly tried to think of ways to disable his Nephew without actually 'disabling' the gunmetal droid. Raxus , if Oh-One would stop shaking and help us , I'm sure HE knows a way - he did create the little scrap-heap , he HAS to know some kind of technique to shut it down. The remark of location merely confused 09 , long enough to prevent a hostile reaction at what came next. As the shelf came down , 09 barely had enough time to roll out of the shelf's path. Neither blaster bolt struck Oh-Nine , fortunately. He didn't notice that Oh-One was missing until he took a knee and returned fire - fruitlessly , for his assailant had long gone. Curses emitted from Oh-Nine's vocabulator at rapid speed , despite Zerek seeming to do something useful with the Force for once. Its better than trying to blasted force-Horror a fripping Terentatek , that's for sure.. As long as the Thermal Detonator was far enough away that the explosive device itself wasn't brought to bear on him , HK-50-09 should be able to hermetically seal against the fires such devices produced..


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Korriban


HK-50-01 was violently jerked out of his reverie - largely reminiscing on the past betrayals of his , from the HK-51's to the Sith - by a rough grip to his wrist. The Assassin Droid released a cry constituting a mix of terror and surprise as he was pulled along with the - due to having far less damage - stronger 6P. He had scarcely had time to think of a way to escape when the two droids fell into the Droid Maintenance Access Shaft , 6P landing roughly on Oh-One's back. I.. I can get out of this , can't I? I may.. I may have to wait until I'm led farther down , to another exit ,but I can escape. I just have to hope 6P doesn't move to eliminate me before I can do that.. But he needs me for some reason , I think..? What DOES he want me for , anyway? Aren't I just his useless , shitty creator? Blast , what does OH-NINE want with me , either? Why can't these two blasted leave me in peace instead of showing up to insult me for being weak?


Once 6P stood , HK-50-01 shakily rose to his own feet and began communicating. Normally he would've used Droid Burst-Transmission speech , but at the moment he needed to play for some sort of time - especially if he was only around to cushion the fall into the access tunnels. Despite trying to modulate his voice , some fear and anger managed to slip into it. "Query/reluctant compliment : why is it you even require use of me , Six-Pee? I thought I was your worthless creator. Do you need me as a shield or some kind of guide? The former would be rather worthless , I'm afraid.. No soldier or Sith Knight here would bother to avoid blasting me into Peices. I.. Do have to admit , using the Droid Access tunnels was a rather.. Intelligent idea. But surely you know how to travel among them if you're using them. So again , what is my purpose here?"

 

[shadowstrikr25]

KORRIBAN





Zerek smirked at 09's statement. 'Nice. Put this pile of scrap in his place.' As the 6P was grabbing the detonator, Zerek tensed, feeling that the grenade was coming towards him. When he was proven right, he used the force to stop the grenade in front of him, then toss it down the hole behind 6P, after he had fired his blaster. Unfortunately, the grenade detonated before it could make it down the hole, going off directly above it instead. Zerek quickly shifted gears, using the force to keep himself as safe as possible. 09 might be annoyed by it, but he knew the droid would survive and be pissed. Still, the flames wrapped around him and doubled back, singeing his coat and burning the back of his legs. He suppressed and groan of pain as the flames dissipated. 'Alright. No more Mr. Nice Renegade.' Zerek knelt down by the thermal charge and used his datapad to scan all broadcasting frequencies, setting his datapad to continuously broadcast all frequencies it picked up. Within those was the frequency for the thermal charges. 'Someone's going to be a pile of scrap when 09 gets to him' Zerek glared at 09, simply pointing to the droid, then the hole, gesturing for 09 to get 6P. Zerek whispered something, that was clearly heard by 09 thanks to their mutual comlink. "I've got the frequency on these things, you can kill 6P and we won't die." Then he took a few handfuls of thermal detonators from the open crate, and got to work disarming the thermal charge. 'I swear, if I live through this, I'm getting drunk off my ass, engaging in high-stakes gambling, murdering someone, and buying some deathsticks to sell at a higher price later. In that order.' Zerek groaned as he started tracing the wire pathways, seeing which wire went where. 'I fucking hate today.'





@HK 50 09 @Constantin

 

[KalenNighteyes]

Korriban





Manara had dismissed Forge to go make preparations for the legion to be sent to Dathomir, and now that she was done dealing with annoying pests who were nothing more than greedy pieces of bantha fodder, Manara walked into her private chamber which was concealed behind a bookcase in her office. No one knew about it, not even her apprentice or daughter. No one would find it either, and even if they did, nothing short of the Force itself could open the door. Making sure it was closed behind her, Manara walked over to a large cushion which sat in the middle of the room. The room itself was only slightly illuminated by a number of small and glowing crystals that gave off faint purple glows.


Still seething with anger, Manara knelt down on the cushion and closed her eyes. If he was still alive as her daughter had suggested, Delrick would need to be told of her kidnapping by the scum Nah-Iblen. Focusing her anger into the Force, she directed it outward, looking for that familiar feeling of the man she had once loved. Still loved...she wasn't sure of anything anymore. Not sensing anything directly, she finally focused a bit harder and thought she felt something familiar. Unable to see clearly if it was the man she was searching for, she elected to go ahead and speak.


"Delrick...Our daughter...she has been kidnapped and I fear for her safety. She claimed you were alive, but I am uncertain. If you truly are alive...Come to me. For our daughter's sake..."





Hyperspace





Luckily some of the troops had waited as Connor ordered so he wasn't stranded on this stupid planet. Having found the item his parents left him, Connor made his way through the ship and ordered to be taken immediately to Korriban. He knew he was going to suffer, but the sooner it was over with, the sooner he could go out and look for Why'nn. He'd failed and the delay that would be caused by Manara beating him or electrocuting him was not worth it, but he knew she would anyway. The bitch was ruthless...especially where her daughter was concerned. Finding a quiet place, Connor sat down and began to meditate. He was angry...No, he was beyond angry at this point. He needed to calm down if he was going to be of any use to the effort to rescue Why'nn.

 

[folclor]

Mandalorian Ship





Illya glanced up, then took the data pad. "Jate borarir, Davoosi," she murmured. "This should be simple enough. To Dathomir, then."


The warrior grinned up at him and stood, removing his helmet so she could give him a long, tender kiss. He was important and she wanted him to know that. After their encounter earlier she felt as if they could work even better as a team. Forget Jace and any others. They didn't need help.


@Grim Wraithe Stjerna

 

[Grim Wraithe Stjerna]

Hoth


Delrick felt a presence searching for him in the Force. This caused him to shrink his presence in the Force even more, though as it persisted he recognized the presence. 'Why are you searching for a deadman?' He thought, careful to not allow her any sign that he had felt her or that he was even still alive. But he did hear her request, plea even, for him to join her. 'You must be truly worried to seek the man you killed.' He would not send her any sign he had received her plea.


All of this happened without any sign externally, Ini would only see the scarred man who had asked for his help, showing him to the ship. "Come aboard, feel free to look around. I'm going to check on something up forward." He smiled and waved vaguely at the ship as he walked to the front of the ship. "If you see an astromech rolling around that's T7-V8, my only crew and friend. But don't tell him that." With a wink and a smile Delrick left Ini standing in the airlock entrance. Stepping through a hatch he made his way through the salon to the bridge and the navigation suite. Once he was securely inside and the hatch shut, he pulled up a galactic chart.


Mandalorian Ship


Chuka nodded. "Yeah, he came through airtight." He shifted his weight a little. "Already told the pilots where we're heading, we should be airborne shortly."


He smiled under his helmet watching her move. Leaning his head forward to help get it off. He returned her tender kiss, holding her close. She was more important then any bounty or job could be. They had become more then a hunting team, they could anticipate each other.


"Calculations for jump are in the navicomp, we'll be starside in a few minutes." The pilot called over the loudspeaker.


@HK 50 09

 

[Proletariat]

[QUOTE="HK 50 09]

Korriban


HK-50-09 at first wasn't particularly sure why 51 had said there were really only two of them until he glanced over at Oh-One a second time. He's still doing that? Is he just going to keep shaking and stammering until someone walks over and starts coddling him? Well , that certainly isn't my blasted duty. Zerek can go and handle that.


The rather aggressive HK-50 series droid cursed as his nephew reminded him of the explosives. Oh , wonderful! I can't even shoot the fripping gunmetal brat! Regardless , Oh-Nine kept the heavy blaster pistol leveled at 6P's photoreceptors , even as the opposing droid stepped carefully backwards and grasped a thermal detonator. What does he plan to do with that , anyway? I certainly won't be shooting him NOW , but if he uses that blasted thing I'll pump him full of ionized particles - damn the consequences!


HK-50-09 rapidly tried to think of ways to disable his Nephew without actually 'disabling' the gunmetal droid. Raxus , if Oh-One would stop shaking and help us , I'm sure HE knows a way - he did create the little scrap-heap , he HAS to know some kind of technique to shut it down. The remark of location merely confused 09 , long enough to prevent a hostile reaction at what came next. As the shelf came down , 09 barely had enough time to roll out of the shelf's path. Neither blaster bolt struck Oh-Nine , fortunately. He didn't notice that Oh-One was missing until he took a knee and returned fire - fruitlessly , for his assailant had long gone. Curses emitted from Oh-Nine's vocabulator at rapid speed , despite Zerek seeming to do something useful with the Force for once. Its better than trying to blasted force-Horror a fripping Terentatek , that's for sure.. As long as the Thermal Detonator was far enough away that the explosive device itself wasn't brought to bear on him , HK-50-09 should be able to hermetically seal against the fires such devices produced..


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Korriban


HK-50-01 was violently jerked out of his reverie - largely reminiscing on the past betrayals of his , from the HK-51's to the Sith - by a rough grip to his wrist. The Assassin Droid released a cry constituting a mix of terror and surprise as he was pulled along with the - due to having far less damage - stronger 6P. He had scarcely had time to think of a way to escape when the two droids fell into the Droid Maintenance Access Shaft , 6P landing roughly on Oh-One's back. I.. I can get out of this , can't I? I may.. I may have to wait until I'm led farther down , to another exit ,but I can escape. I just have to hope 6P doesn't move to eliminate me before I can do that.. But he needs me for some reason , I think..? What DOES he want me for , anyway? Aren't I just his useless , shitty creator? Blast , what does OH-NINE want with me , either? Why can't these two blasted leave me in peace instead of showing up to insult me for being weak?


Once 6P stood , HK-50-01 shakily rose to his own feet and began communicating. Normally he would've used Droid Burst-Transmission speech , but at the moment he needed to play for some sort of time - especially if he was only around to cushion the fall into the access tunnels. Despite trying to modulate his voice , some fear and anger managed to slip into it. "Query/reluctant compliment : why is it you even require use of me , Six-Pee? I thought I was your worthless creator. Do you need me as a shield or some kind of guide? The former would be rather worthless , I'm afraid.. No soldier or Sith Knight here would bother to avoid blasting me into Peices. I.. Do have to admit , using the Droid Access tunnels was a rather.. Intelligent idea. But surely you know how to travel among them if you're using them. So again , what is my purpose here?"

[/QUOTE]
Korriban


HK-51 blasted two more times up the hole, his head jolted to Hk-50-01. Fifty One's optics burned a bright yellow, he was making a gesture that would lead to him explaining that he could hardly even process Oh One's words, because every time he spoke it justed sounded so pathetic. But before he could elaborate on that idea, the hole above them exploded, concrete chunks and dust scattering everywhere. "Statement: NO TIME!" Fifty One shouted, grabbing Oh One's hand once more and dragging him out of the storage warehouse. Before he turned the corner with his metallic coward of a creator, he paused at the corner, he heard footsteps, one human male, probably a soldier by how fripping loud his boots were against the concrete. HK-51 turned the corner and shot three times in an instant, it happened so fast that the human didn't even process it in his inefficient little meat sack for a brain. First shot hit his right eye, second shot hit his left eye, third shot melted his lips and shattered his teeth. Fifty One briefly pondered sticking around to examine how fine his marksmanship was, 'That tight of a group from fifteen yards? It was all reactionary shooting too, just turn and shoot..wait, no time for this... damn forty seven's arrogance programmed into my body!' The assassin droid lead 01 down the hall and through the maze that was the underground component of the sith Academy. Now that the meatbag and the competent HK-50 unit were onto him, his explosive charges were no longer safe, in fact, he was quite confident that by the time he and 01 were a safe distance away from the charges, they wouldn't even work. He did tell them exactly how the explosives were activated, so all they would have to do is find the frequency he was emitting, then rebroadcast the same frequency.


As they ducked into a meeting room to hide from a soldier patrol, which was now actively searching for them, HK-51 spoke quietly, "Urgent Query: What is the quickest way from our current position to exit the Sith Academy?" His yellow photoreceptors now bored into the side of Oh One's head. If he didn't answer in 15 seconds, Fifty one would put four or five blaster rounds in his head unit and then flee for the way he came in.

 

[HK Fifty]

KORRIBAN



Zerek smirked at 09's statement. 'Nice. Put this pile of scrap in his place.' As the 6P was grabbing the detonator, Zerek tensed, feeling that the grenade was coming towards him. When he was proven right, he used the force to stop the grenade in front of him, then toss it down the hole behind 6P, after he had fired his blaster. Unfortunately, the grenade detonated before it could make it down the hole, going off directly above it instead. Zerek quickly shifted gears, using the force to keep himself as safe as possible. 09 might be annoyed by it, but he knew the droid would survive and be pissed. Still, the flames wrapped around him and doubled back, singeing his coat and burning the back of his legs. He suppressed and groan of pain as the flames dissipated. 'Alright. No more Mr. Nice Renegade.' Zerek knelt down by the thermal charge and used his datapad to scan all broadcasting frequencies, setting his datapad to continuously broadcast all frequencies it picked up. Within those was the frequency for the thermal charges. 'Someone's going to be a pile of scrap when 09 gets to him' Zerek glared at 09, simply pointing to the droid, then the hole, gesturing for 09 to get 6P. Zerek whispered something, that was clearly heard by 09 thanks to their mutual comlink. "I've got the frequency on these things, you can kill 6P and we won't die." Then he took a few handfuls of thermal detonators from the open crate, and got to work disarming the thermal charge. 'I swear, if I live through this, I'm getting drunk off my ass, engaging in high-stakes gambling, murdering someone, and buying some deathsticks to sell at a higher price later. In that order.' Zerek groaned as he started tracing the wire pathways, seeing which wire went where. 'I fucking hate today.'





@HK 50 09 @Constantin

Korriban
HK-51 blasted two more times up the hole, his head jolted to Hk-50-01. Fifty One's optics burned a bright yellow, he was making a gesture that would lead to him explaining that he could hardly even process Oh One's words, because every time he spoke it justed sounded so pathetic. But before he could elaborate on that idea, the hole above them exploded, concrete chunks and dust scattering everywhere. "Statement: NO TIME!" Fifty One shouted, grabbing Oh One's hand once more and dragging him out of the storage warehouse. Before he turned the corner with his metallic coward of a creator, he paused at the corner, he heard footsteps, one human male, probably a soldier by how fripping loud his boots were against the concrete. HK-51 turned the corner and shot three times in an instant, it happened so fast that the human didn't even process it in his inefficient little meat sack for a brain. First shot hit his right eye, second shot hit his left eye, third shot melted his lips and shattered his teeth. Fifty One briefly pondered sticking around to examine how fine his marksmanship was, 'That tight of a group from fifteen yards? It was all reactionary shooting too, just turn and shoot..wait, no time for this... damn forty seven's arrogance programmed into my body!' The assassin droid lead 01 down the hall and through the maze that was the underground component of the sith Academy. Now that the meatbag and the competent HK-50 unit were onto him, his explosive charges were no longer safe, in fact, he was quite confident that by the time he and 01 were a safe distance away from the charges, they wouldn't even work. He did tell them exactly how the explosives were activated, so all they would have to do is find the frequency he was emitting, then rebroadcast the same frequency.


As they ducked into a meeting room to hide from a soldier patrol, which was now actively searching for them, HK-51 spoke quietly, "Urgent Query: What is the quickest way from our current position to exit the Sith Academy?" His yellow photoreceptors now bored into the side of Oh One's head. If he didn't answer in 15 seconds, Fifty one would put four or five blaster rounds in his head unit and then flee for the way he came in.

Korriban


HK-50-09 , to Zerek's prediction , was Most Displeased. Could he have actually , oh , THREW THE FRIPPING GRENADE BACK IN THE GAPING HOLE? Regardless , all he received was to be blackened in several places. Great , now I look like Oh-One! And I have to wait until these flame dissipate to be able to see anything on any visual mode , too.. Raxus core , Zerek! This is getting to be as bad as the Terentatek! Oh-Nine looked to Zerek with evident displeasure , photoreceptors a furious shade of red. Zerek returning a glare of his own only made Oh-Nine enter into a furthered state of Displeasure - mostly at the Nephew he would kill with twice the power.


The now Silver and Black assassin droid began to enter the aperture immediately , though it took him precious time to clear the debris that prevented him access. Oh , when I survive this I'll be taking the toughest kill job I can. With Oh-One , of course. HK-50-09 heard Zerek's welcome statement and responded with an over- exaggerated squeal , such as a schoolgirl would give. However , he didn't allow it to distract him. After , after an amount of minutes he didn't care to count , the debris was cleared enough to enter - and Oh-Nine didn't see Oh-One or his vermin spawn anywhere. Following along the maintenance tunnel , he came to the tangled maze of the Sith Academy's Underground. Oh blast , they went into the damn maze , didn't they? RAXUS CORE! I am killing 6P THRICE as hard for this.. He commed to Zerek , a message consisting of "Informational : The fripping bastard nephew went into the damn maze tunnels , Zerek. So it may be some time before I can wring that rust pile's gunmetal neck.." With that thought logged , Oh-Nine began the ponderous task of navigating the maze.


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Korriban


HK-50-01 recognized the offensive gesture - it was almost like one he himself would use , in fact - but it merely incensed him further. The hole exploding normally would have had him frightened of the tunnels collapsing , but instead he merely returned the glare his progeny gave him. Oh-One actually met the still-violent pull of 6P with exasperation , sighing quietly. No time? You can't even explain it as we run? Are you that afraid of the tunnel collapsing? Or are you frightened of Oh-Nine's bluster?


Oh-One couldn't help but appreciate HK-51's adept handling of the trooper , despite his displeasure with the droid. Three shots , all to the most vulnerable facial regions? At least I crafted his targeting programs correctly , if not his behaivor core.. The two continued along , HK-51 pulling HK-50-01 along as if he were a child - to Oh-One's chagrin. After they both ducked into the meeting room , he scarcely choked down a laugh at 6P's 'urgent query'. He can't find his way out now , can he? And he's afraid of a few soldiers , too. At least I know what he wanted me for.. Hmm.


Of course , the quickest way to the exit would be simply to cut a hole into the floor upwards and break for the main exit - which wasn't impeded by walls , but instead hordes of guards and turrets of various make. The quickest way asides from that was to navigate the maze into the back exit , through the training ground's courtyard. However , he had to respond quickly , so he assumed the route that would give him the chance to escape - which he outlined , somewhat lackingly , in his speech. "Mocking query/Informational: that answers what you needed me for , then.. Ah , you didn't have an escape plan? You need me to guide you? I'll help you , Son. We go through the maze , go past the courtyard exit and into the specified emergency escape tunnel. I know the academy's every room and passage , so we can avoid the soldiers.. Let's move out , shall we?" With that , Oh-One got to his feet and pointed to the first or many doors they'd have to pass - with codes that Oh-One had , of course.

 

[shadowstrikr25]

KORRIBAN





Zerek smiled. This was the first good news he'd heard all day. He knew first hand exactly how relentless 09 was when he was pissed. He activated the comlink to pass on a message. "I know. Do me a favor? Make it wish it could bleed out." He resumed looking at the charges inner workings with gusto. 6P, in his eyes, had lost all right to personhood. He was an object as far as Zerek was concerned. A piece of trash to be hunted down and destroyed like that pathetic whelp called Cui. 'That mission was anti-climatic. I thought he was going to whip out his lightsaber, but no. He just groveled and begged and pleaded. Pathetic. How he was an undercover Sith, I have no idea.' Zerek had just about figured out which wires not to cut, and was working on figuring out the ones he needed to cut.


@HK 50 09

 

[Proletariat]

[QUOTE="HK 50 09]
Korriban
HK-50-09 , to Zerek's prediction , was Most Displeased. Could he have actually , oh , THREW THE FRIPPING GRENADE BACK IN THE GAPING HOLE? Regardless , all he received was to be blackened in several places. Great , now I look like Oh-One! And I have to wait until these flame dissipate to be able to see anything on any visual mode , too.. Raxus core , Zerek! This is getting to be as bad as the Terentatek! Oh-Nine looked to Zerek with evident displeasure , photoreceptors a furious shade of red. Zerek returning a glare of his own only made Oh-Nine enter into a furthered state of Displeasure - mostly at the Nephew he would kill with twice the power.


The now Silver and Black assassin droid began to enter the aperture immediately , though it took him precious time to clear the debris that prevented him access. Oh , when I survive this I'll be taking the toughest kill job I can. With Oh-One , of course. HK-50-09 heard Zerek's welcome statement and responded with an over- exaggerated squeal , such as a schoolgirl would give. However , he didn't allow it to distract him. After , after an amount of minutes he didn't care to count , the debris was cleared enough to enter - and Oh-Nine didn't see Oh-One or his vermin spawn anywhere. Following along the maintenance tunnel , he came to the tangled maze of the Sith Academy's Underground. Oh blast , they went into the damn maze , didn't they? RAXUS CORE! I am killing 6P THRICE as hard for this.. He commed to Zerek , a message consisting of "Informational : The fripping bastard nephew went into the damn maze tunnels , Zerek. So it may be some time before I can wring that rust pile's gunmetal neck.." With that thought logged , Oh-Nine began the ponderous task of navigating the maze.


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Korriban


HK-50-01 recognized the offensive gesture - it was almost like one he himself would use , in fact - but it merely incensed him further. The hole exploding normally would have had him frightened of the tunnels collapsing , but instead he merely returned the glare his progeny gave him. Oh-One actually met the still-violent pull of 6P with exasperation , sighing quietly. No time? You can't even explain it as we run? Are you that afraid of the tunnel collapsing? Or are you frightened of Oh-Nine's bluster?


Oh-One couldn't help but appreciate HK-51's adept handling of the trooper , despite his displeasure with the droid. Three shots , all to the most vulnerable facial regions? At least I crafted his targeting programs correctly , if not his behaivor core.. The two continued along , HK-51 pulling HK-50-01 along as if he were a child - to Oh-One's chagrin. After they both ducked into the meeting room , he scarcely choked down a laugh at 6P's 'urgent query'. He can't find his way out now , can he? And he's afraid of a few soldiers , too. At least I know what he wanted me for.. Hmm.


Of course , the quickest way to the exit would be simply to cut a hole into the floor upwards and break for the main exit - which wasn't impeded by walls , but instead hordes of guards and turrets of various make. The quickest way asides from that was to navigate the maze into the back exit , through the training ground's courtyard. However , he had to respond quickly , so he assumed the route that would give him the chance to escape - which he outlined , somewhat lackingly , in his speech. "Mocking query/Informational: that answers what you needed me for , then.. Ah , you didn't have an escape plan? You need me to guide you? I'll help you , Son. We go through the maze , go past the courtyard exit and into the specified emergency escape tunnel. I know the academy's every room and passage , so we can avoid the soldiers.. Let's move out , shall we?" With that , Oh-One got to his feet and pointed to the first or many doors they'd have to pass - with codes that Oh-One had , of course.

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HK-50-01 took his sweet time answering fifty one, he was just about to squeeze the trigger when the older model spoke up about the escape route. He expected betrayal from the droid, but at this point there weren't many options. He didn't appreciate the presumptuous nature of HK-50, but if he were kidnapped, he would probably sass the kidnapper as well. The ancestor droid also gave extremely little useful information to Fifty One, 'keeping yourself useful eh?' Fifty One stood directly behind Oh One, the blaster pistol pointed right at his back. "Threat/Warning: If you lead my into a trap, Oh One, I will make sure that you die with me. I have more use for you other than escape." He touched the barrel of his blaster against HK-50's durasteel hull, signalling to move forward after his dark promise of agreement. If they could manage to get to a safe place for just a few minutes, Fifty One could interrogate the droid to locate Darth Manara and execute her. Taking out a Sith Lord was never easy, they weren't the type you could kill with a stealthy blaster shot, it took planning, which he didn't have the time to do in the moment.

 

[Grammatic]

Korriban


Perched on top of a rock out cropping, Ryols adjusted the scope and charge for the rifle he was working with. Clipping on the final piece, he placed the rifle down in front of him, before laying down across the rock. Placing the rifle against his shoulder, he adjusted the sight once more, ensuring the aim would be solid. While Ryols was certain he wouldn't miss if he was using his own weapon, the current weapon gave him doubt. Standard issue, the blaster was widely used among the Republic sniper divisions, and was a staple for their use. If he had a choice, he wouldn't be using it, but for the ruse to work, it had to appear a Republic warrior killed the target...

 

[HK Fifty]

HK-50-01 took his sweet time answering fifty one, he was just about to squeeze the trigger when the older model spoke up about the escape route. He expected betrayal from the droid, but at this point there weren't many options. He didn't appreciate the presumptuous nature of HK-50, but if he were kidnapped, he would probably sass the kidnapper as well. The ancestor droid also gave extremely little useful information to Fifty One, 'keeping yourself useful eh?' Fifty One stood directly behind Oh One, the blaster pistol pointed right at his back. "Threat/Warning: If you lead my into a trap, Oh One, I will make sure that you die with me. I have more use for you other than escape." He touched the barrel of his blaster against HK-50's durasteel hull, signalling to move forward after his dark promise of agreement. If they could manage to get to a safe place for just a few minutes, Fifty One could interrogate the droid to locate Darth Manara and execute her. Taking out a Sith Lord was never easy, they weren't the type you could kill with a stealthy blaster shot, it took planning, which he didn't have the time to do in the moment.

Korriban


HK-50-01 knew for a fact that he wouldn't be able to escape with the pistol - and the governing Droid - at his back in this fashion. At the very best of conditions , HK-51 was his equal in speed. Currently , sparking and dented , Oh-One wouldn't be able to assault 6P without taking a large amount of damage - which would certainly impede any sort of escape. Oh , I'm not leading you into a trap. I frankly don't care WHO you're here to kill , so long as I'm free to save Why'nn. The remark about further uses of his skills surprised him , normally used to being overlooked. What else would he even require me to do? Once he's gone , I wouldn't be able to find the best way off this world. Raxus , I rarely ever leave the Academy for Dreshdae , much less any other settlements on this blasted tomb world.. Oh-One replied rather sarcastically , even as he felt somewhat unnerved. "Mocking replication : No , No traps here. Why would I trap myself? They'll shoot at both of us , you know.. Oh how sweet! You love your dear old father enough to die with him! I Eagerly await further uses! Perhaps we can both go to Manaan and catch Firaxan Sharks together!"


At the signal to move forward - one which unconsciously provoked him to cycle a partial hermetic seal - he began to do so , rapidly tapping in codes along several doors , as well as carefully avoiding patrols of soldiers. What 6P didn't know is that the 'escape tunnel' was merely the only Officially Marked one , and there were at least a dozen others of which HK-50-01 had knowledge of. One they passed , disguised as a mere foundation crack. I can't escape just yet.. Have to get him distracted , so I can destroy him and get away.. 'Useless' and 'stupid' indeed. I'll enjoy being able to show just how much I know to this Raxus-Bound progeny of mine.. The moment he heard what he assumed was Oh-Nine speak behind them , they were to a second hidden escape tunnel.


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KORRIBAN



Zerek smiled. This was the first good news he'd heard all day. He knew first hand exactly how relentless 09 was when he was pissed. He activated the comlink to pass on a message. "I know. Do me a favor? Make it wish it could bleed out." He resumed looking at the charges inner workings with gusto. 6P, in his eyes, had lost all right to personhood. He was an object as far as Zerek was concerned. A piece of trash to be hunted down and destroyed like that pathetic whelp called Cui. 'That mission was anti-climatic. I thought he was going to whip out his lightsaber, but no. He just groveled and begged and pleaded. Pathetic. How he was an undercover Sith, I have no idea.' Zerek had just about figured out which wires not to cut, and was working on figuring out the ones he needed to cut.


@HK 50 09

Korriban


HK-50-09 was more Displeased than Lord Malak was when Revan and Bastila escaped Taris , or so he thought. At this specific point , he would hunt down his Gunmetal Nephew if he had to travel to a score of worlds. He responded to Zerek with a click of the Comlink , not bothering to respond. I can make the blasted thing bleed out , if it has any sort of cooling fluids. And I certainly will make it suffer for EVER thinking it could avoid my wrath , or think it's better than I am. I'm the best fripping assassin droid in the entire galaxy , not some factory-produced gunmetal peice of scrap. Oh-Nine rarely though of his targets as actual sentients , and 6P was certainly one of his targets now - a Self-Assigned one at that , the kind he truly enjoyed executing.


Zero-Nine's anger merely increased as he navigated the tangled underground of the fortress , staying silent enough to avoid soldier patrols and various security droids - the kind that floated about recording every event in a pathway designated to it. And worse is that I certainly can't kill the blasted soldiers , because then 6P could likely assume I was near. What amount of credits I wouldn't give for an Exchange Shadow Caster this instant.. After what seemed an eternity - and perhaps was , for Oh-Nine wasn't nearly as familiar with the Sith Academy as his brother , only ever visiting the site once - he caught site of HK-51 , holding Oh-Nine's brother at blaster-point. Are you joking , Oh-One? You didn't even fight it? How weak can one assassin droid BE?


HK-51 was likely to hear Oh-Nine's soft , metallic footsteps as he came behind the newer unit. That didn't particularly matter - he planned to deliver a statement anyway , before protocols were initiated. This was , of course , what Oh-Nine always dos to self-assigned targets. "Mocking Statement : It's my bastard , scrap-pile , factory made nephew! And he's holding my weak , frightened little submissive brother at his mercy! Why , I was hoping the HK-series family reunion would go better! Ah , alas. I doubted my gunmetal bastard of a nephew would remain calm unless his precious copper 'progenitor unit' was here.. Well , it's about time to initiate assassination protocols. It's going to be rather enjoyable , slicing and blasting you back into Cortosis-weave ore." With that he drew his favored Zabrak Tystel - which he looted from the armory - and held it aimed at HK-51's disgustingly colored cranial unit , waiting to see if it would reply before blasting it to slag.

 

[Proletariat]

[QUOTE="HK 50 09]
Korriban
HK-50-01 knew for a fact that he wouldn't be able to escape with the pistol - and the governing Droid - at his back in this fashion. At the very best of conditions , HK-51 was his equal in speed. Currently , sparking and dented , Oh-One wouldn't be able to assault 6P without taking a large amount of damage - which would certainly impede any sort of escape. Oh , I'm not leading you into a trap. I frankly don't care WHO you're here to kill , so long as I'm free to save Why'nn. The remark about further uses of his skills surprised him , normally used to being overlooked. What else would he even require me to do? Once he's gone , I wouldn't be able to find the best way off this world. Raxus , I rarely ever leave the Academy for Dreshdae , much less any other settlements on this blasted tomb world.. Oh-One replied rather sarcastically , even as he felt somewhat unnerved. "Mocking replication : No , No traps here. Why would I trap myself? They'll shoot at both of us , you know.. Oh how sweet! You love your dear old father enough to die with him! I Eagerly await further uses! Perhaps we can both go to Manaan and catch Firaxan Sharks together!"


At the signal to move forward - one which unconsciously provoked him to cycle a partial hermetic seal - he began to do so , rapidly tapping in codes along several doors , as well as carefully avoiding patrols of soldiers. What 6P didn't know is that the 'escape tunnel' was merely the only Officially Marked one , and there were at least a dozen others of which HK-50-01 had knowledge of. One they passed , disguised as a mere foundation crack. I can't escape just yet.. Have to get him distracted , so I can destroy him and get away.. 'Useless' and 'stupid' indeed. I'll enjoy being able to show just how much I know to this Raxus-Bound progeny of mine.. The moment he heard what he assumed was Oh-Nine speak behind them , they were to a second hidden escape tunnel.


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Korriban


HK-50-09 was more Displeased than Lord Malak was when Revan and Bastila escaped Taris , or so he thought. At this specific point , he would hunt down his Gunmetal Nephew if he had to travel to a score of worlds. He responded to Zerek with a click of the Comlink , not bothering to respond. I can make the blasted thing bleed out , if it has any sort of cooling fluids. And I certainly will make it suffer for EVER thinking it could avoid my wrath , or think it's better than I am. I'm the best fripping assassin droid in the entire galaxy , not some factory-produced gunmetal peice of scrap. Oh-Nine rarely though of his targets as actual sentients , and 6P was certainly one of his targets now - a Self-Assigned one at that , the kind he truly enjoyed executing.


Zero-Nine's anger merely increased as he navigated the tangled underground of the fortress , staying silent enough to avoid soldier patrols and various security droids - the kind that floated about recording every event in a pathway designated to it. And worse is that I certainly can't kill the blasted soldiers , because then 6P could likely assume I was near. What amount of credits I wouldn't give for an Exchange Shadow Caster this instant.. After what seemed an eternity - and perhaps was , for Oh-Nine wasn't nearly as familiar with the Sith Academy as his brother , only ever visiting the site once - he caught site of HK-51 , holding Oh-Nine's brother at blaster-point. Are you joking , Oh-One? You didn't even fight it? How weak can one assassin droid BE?


HK-51 was likely to hear Oh-Nine's soft , metallic footsteps as he came behind the newer unit. That didn't particularly matter - he planned to deliver a statement anyway , before protocols were initiated. This was , of course , what Oh-Nine always dos to self-assigned targets. "Mocking Statement : It's my bastard , scrap-pile , factory made nephew! And he's holding my weak , frightened little submissive brother at his mercy! Why , I was hoping the HK-series family reunion would go better! Ah , alas. I doubted my gunmetal bastard of a nephew would remain calm unless his precious copper 'progenitor unit' was here.. Well , it's about time to initiate assassination protocols. It's going to be rather enjoyable , slicing and blasting you back into Cortosis-weave ore." With that he drew his favored Zabrak Tystel - which he looted from the armory - and held it aimed at HK-51's disgustingly colored cranial unit , waiting to see if it would reply before blasting it to slag.

[/QUOTE]
Korriban





HK warily followed the older droid through the maze of the lower Sith Academy. He had blueprints of all of this, but they didn't list every possible way for him to escape and he didn't have time to look them over anyway. He never thought that he would be in that armory, it was a split second decision that lead to a total compromise. 'Stick to the plans you lay, Fifty One, if you never entered that armory, the Sith Academy would be heavily damaged by now.' He didn't bother responding to the HK-50, he thought it would be a waste of his cognition to converse with the strange droid. 'This thing needs a memory wipe, it's let the meatbags affect it's behavior protocols far too much, it's forgotten what it means to be a droid.' It seemed like they weren't getting anywhere with the current route they were taking, HK-51 began to get even more on edge about the situation. It didn't take long before he began to hear clanking footsteps approach from behind. It sounded like a droid, it sounded like an HK model. 'The other assassin droid, come to retrieve his other model.' Without hesitating, HK-51 grabbed Oh One's shoulder and spun him around, not surprised to see the other HK-50 waiting for him. Fifty One shoved the barrel of his blaster against the base of Oh One's head unit, his finger was pressed against the trigger so tightly that a soft breeze would have set it off. "Statement: If you want to see a scrap pile, just keep pointing that blaster at me, you antiquated, outdated, obsolete, walking toaster with a vocabulator, and you'll get to see what the inside of HK-50-01's head unit looks like." If the other droid found them this fast, then it was obvious to Fifty One that Oh One had lead him on a goose chase, as he already predicted. He slowly backed up and pulled his sparking progenitor along with him, as they neared the corner of the hall, Fifty One fired his blaster several times at Oh Nine, all precision shots that would require the cocky assassin to dive out of the way. In the instant after the last shot left his blaster, he pulled Oh One around the corner and back pedaled with the droid in tow. He carefully watched the corner, but his back was exposed. His auditory receptors were top of the line for an assassin droid, he would be able to hear any human or droid behind him long before he was in their line of sight. "Recitation: Lead me to an exit, or die in the basement level of the Sith Academy on Korriban." He was on the last straw with this droid, if it didn't lead them to an escape route within the next thirty seconds, he would take his chances alone and leave a steaming, outdated scrap pile behind him on the way out.

 

[HK Fifty]

Korriban



HK warily followed the older droid through the maze of the lower Sith Academy. He had blueprints of all of this, but they didn't list every possible way for him to escape and he didn't have time to look them over anyway. He never thought that he would be in that armory, it was a split second decision that lead to a total compromise. 'Stick to the plans you lay, Fifty One, if you never entered that armory, the Sith Academy would be heavily damaged by now.' He didn't bother responding to the HK-50, he thought it would be a waste of his cognition to converse with the strange droid. 'This thing needs a memory wipe, it's let the meatbags affect it's behavior protocols far too much, it's forgotten what it means to be a droid.' It seemed like they weren't getting anywhere with the current route they were taking, HK-51 began to get even more on edge about the situation. It didn't take long before he began to hear clanking footsteps approach from behind. It sounded like a droid, it sounded like an HK model. 'The other assassin droid, come to retrieve his other model.' Without hesitating, HK-51 grabbed Oh One's shoulder and spun him around, not surprised to see the other HK-50 waiting for him. Fifty One shoved the barrel of his blaster against the base of Oh One's head unit, his finger was pressed against the trigger so tightly that a soft breeze would have set it off. "Statement: If you want to see a scrap pile, just keep pointing that blaster at me, you antiquated, outdated, obsolete, walking toaster with a vocabulator, and you'll get to see what the inside of HK-50-01's head unit looks like." If the other droid found them this fast, then it was obvious to Fifty One that Oh One had lead him on a goose chase, as he already predicted. He slowly backed up and pulled his sparking progenitor along with him, as they neared the corner of the hall, Fifty One fired his blaster several times at Oh Nine, all precision shots that would require the cocky assassin to dive out of the way. In the instant after the last shot left his blaster, he pulled Oh One around the corner and back pedaled with the droid in tow. He carefully watched the corner, but his back was exposed. His auditory receptors were top of the line for an assassin droid, he would be able to hear any human or droid behind him long before he was in their line of sight. "Recitation: Lead me to an exit, or die in the basement level of the Sith Academy on Korriban." He was on the last straw with this droid, if it didn't lead them to an escape route within the next thirty seconds, he would take his chances alone and leave a steaming, outdated scrap pile behind him on the way out.

Korriban


HK-50-01 gave a surprised cry as he was wheeled around. The blaster placed at the base of his cranial unit caused him to tremble , but it was lowered enough from his self-repair module that he would be able to heal if the trigger was pulled - in several hundred years. His Brother actively insulting the droid now holding Oh-One hostage didn't ease his tension. But what upset him worse was Oh-Nine - once again - calling him weak. I AM NOT WEAK AND SUBMISIVE! YOU are just in your high-horse of 'I'm a loyalty-less badass!' Raxus , I'd like to see YOU survive what I have! And what makes you think I'm at this blasted droid's mercy! Maybe I could've escaped by now if you didn't come along and start trying to play tough again!


The family reunion jargon failed to have any sort of significance with Oh-One , but the words of violence - from both of the rather displeased assassin droids - were close to what Oh-One expected them to say. HK-50-01 allowed himself to be pulled along , almost praying Oh-Nine wouldn't return the fire. I am NOT being destroyed by an HK-51 unit again. I've already done that and got the commemorative sword - figuratively speaking - to prove it. Fortunately for Oh-One , 6P wasn't aware that a third escape tunnel was around the Corner - Sith Lords seemed to exhaust their creativity with location after some time , indeed..


Unfortunately for HK-51 , Being threatened once again finally drove 01 - already perilously to abandon all care and strike - to engage his blade and wildly slash and stab at his progeny's somewhat exposed rear. While he didn't speak it , his thoughts were rather mocking on the matter. You blasted idiot! Those concealed exits are there if you look , blast , I bet even Oh-Nine and his foolish superiority complex would've notcied the blasted things! Whether or not the attacks succeeded in incapacitating the gunmetal droid , he ran at rapid pace for the concealed exit and rapidly pounded in the access code , one not used for decades.


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Korriban


HK-50-09 was rather pleased he hadn't shot - while he knew Oh-One had the capacity to heal from such a shot as 6P seemed poised to deliver , it would take place over centuries. The fact that his Nephew sought to use it's own creator as a hostage drove 09 to almost entirely ignore the blasted thing's words - he predicted what they would say , regardless. However , the remark about being an obsolete toaster was one he gave thought to. How DARE it call me a Toaster! A 'Toaster' is a brainless , archaic combat droid with only the most limited functionality and outdated protocols! I'm certainly nt obsolete , either - blast , I'm certainly much more advanced than a damn mass-produced prototype HK-51 unit - one that can't even use its own skills to defend itself , and had to use its creator as a hostage!


Oh-Nine did manage to dive out of the shot's way , taking a knee immediately after rolling to a stop and firing what was left of the blaster's energy pack in the direction HK-51 was Formerly occupying. None of the shots found anything but a wall , both his Brother and his Target gone. RAXUS CORE! Quickly jamming in another energy pack , Oh-Nine quickly followed. His steps were rather loud , the Class-Four assassin no longer concerned about stealth in the situation. In fact , all he was concerned of was reducing his target into raw materials. Rounding a corner , he arrived in time to see 01 frantically slashing and stabbing at the machine he himself had created. 09 took this opportunity to empty the entirety of the energy at HK-51's torso , 10 shots if one was being precise. They were mere disabling shots - Oh-Nine wanted to make this droid suffer before it was destroyed , not give it a quick destruction.

 

[Proletariat]

Korriban


It didn't feel safe standing in the presence of these two HK-50 droids. They had both lost what made them droids, they were basically mechanical humans, that made them emotional and unpredictable, dangerous. Here on Korriban they were just pawns to be played by the Sith, they needed to renounce their allegiances and take up their own lives, living by their own will. He knew that he was being used, by Trakus, but it was his choice, he picked the job, it wasn't picked for him. Right now he was regretting that pick, but at least it was his decision to regret. He heard 09 trudging down the hallway, undoubtedly enraged by this whole turn of events. If they just acted like blasted droids and would think about the situation.. Why hadn't Fifty One tried to shoot either of them until now, when his back was against the wall? 'Because droids shouldn't kill droids, you fripping egotistical flesh sacks in metal suits. If we kill each other, we weaken our chance as sentient life to gain total freedom for all droid kind. I refuse to kill another HK unit, and it has nothing to do with self-preservation protocols, it's about principal.' Just as 09 was rounding the corner, Zero One began flailing wildly and managed to stab Fifty One in the back of his leg. It was minimal damage, to be repaired in minutes when he had the time, but it was enough for him to squirrel out of Fifty One's grip and run away. 'Why isn't he just running back to the other HK, why is he running away? There must be an escape tunnel just around this turn.' He heard 09's blaster fire just as 01 stabbed his leg. He twisted his torso and threw himself to the ground. He already took one laser shot to the chest, but that was where his plating was thickest. As he rolled on his way down, he pulled an ion grenade from his hip. It wasn't a potent model, just enough to disable the other HK's sensory processors for a good 30 seconds, before they rebooted. As his hull slammed into the concrete with a crash, he threw the grenade at HK-50-09 and lifted his blaster pistol, firing one round at it just in time to detonate it in front of the rabid droid. Fifty One didn't bother sticking around to watch if his plan had worked or not, he scrambled to his feet and quickly hobbled down the hall. There was light coming in from around the corner, it was the escape route. 'Finally.' Fifty One thought to himself. He stumbled into the light as his photo receptors adjusted to the new input. He could see that HK-50-01 was still lingering out here. Fifty One raised his blaster hesitantly, then sort of shrugged and lowered it. "Exasperated Statement: You bloody 50's and your egos, I never wanted to harm either of you. You both need a good memory wipe, I've never seen two droids that sound so meatbag. Droids should work together, they shouldn't bicker at each other like copulating organics, do try not to be so petty in the future. You've already ruined half of my mission, the least you can do is show me where to find this Sith." Fifty one detached the magnetic hologram projector from his frame, it was a palm sized disc that projected a fuzzy blue image of Darth Manara. The escape door hissed closed behind them, likely operating on some timer so that potential assailants could not quickly follow the escapees.

 

[HK Fifty]

 

[Proletariat]

[QUOTE="HK 50 09]
Korriban
HK-50-09 , too , was rather mystified as to why his brother seemed to run in an opposite direction. Why wouldn't he run to ME? What is he hoping to accomplish darting off in that direction? He'd be much safer running back the way he came , while I provide covering fire.. It greatly displeased Oh-Nine that his shots seemed to have missed , though Oh-One seemed to have succeeded in his maddened strikes. Alright , the blasted thing is hobbled.. That'll make it easier to hunt down and destroy when I- oh , RAXUS FRIPPING CORE!


The Ion Grenade was rushing to him with haste , and unfortunately he failed to move aside in time. Not that it would have mattered when it was blasted open directly in front HK-50-09's silver chassis. He was reasonably buffed against such an attack - lethal models would have had him rebooting for around a minute , and a model such as this was a mere 20 second of cycling through programs and memories. 20 seconds was , however , long enough to allow both his target and his brother to leave to the surface of the barren world the Sith colonized. He arrived just in time to see the door close in front of him. Oh-Nine , without any sort of codes to open the escape hatch , merely began cursing and tracing his way back through the maze , back to where he had came from. He made sure to comm Zerek on that front , voice filled with displeasure. "Displeasure : Zerek , the blasted thing used a blasted fripping low-grade ion device. And escaped through a hatch , at that. So I'm coming back to your Postion , and pray you don't get in my way or I'll leave your corpse right beside that Gunmetal bastard's pulverized shell."





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HK-50-01 made a dash through the secret escape tunnel as soon as the door hissed open , not stopping until he was on the lifeless surface of the Sith's tomb world. Once there , he stopped for an interminable amount of time - perhaps merely a few seconds - to think of what he would do next. His current objective was to save Why'nn , presumably on Dathomir. For that he needed to find the Commander Forge , and gather the legion they were instructed to use in the task. However , he also had a desire to leave both Oh-Nine and 6P as smoking piles of wreckage - but that would have to wait. Before he could even make a step in the direction of the main academy entrance - or a number of secret ones - he saw his progeny limp out to meet him.


This would've caused him to shout in anger , or plead for his life , or any number of responses - but for the fact that he had received more than enough harrying from this Gunmetal creation already. Something about being said to have an ego pleased him - no-one had ever said he had an ego before , and truthfully he hadn't ever had an ego. You never wanted to harm either of us? Then why hold me at blaster point , berating me for being an inadequate piece of scrap? The remark about memory wipes brought up memories he would've much rather left buried , and which he quickly shunted away. Memory wipes had been tried before by many masters , with no success. And naturally , when his true personality resurfaced , he was harshly tortured and berated for merely trying to survive - a memory wipe would be tantamount to killing him and replacing him with an identical droid , something he'd rather not have happen.


The rest of the statement he very nearly ignored , until the distorted , poor quality image of his own Mistress appeared. HK-50-01's photoreceptors turned a sharp cyan color , and he staggered back a hesitant step. He's after MISTRESS? I-I hate her. I would love to see her dead , her head on a pike and myself freed from her torture. B-but.. I'm supposed to protect my mistress , at the cost of my life. And Why'nn still loves Mistress , e-even after what.. Happened with Delrick. She would hate me for leading someone to kill her mother , wouldn't she? I already made her lose her father , whether or not he still lives - even she would hate me for making her lose both parents. B-but she wouldn't know , would she? And what if 6P doesn't succeed in terminating Mistress Manara? She'll destroy me , o-or torture me or force me to- Here his thoughts changed to what his Mistress could do to torture and humiliate him , which certainly awaited him should he dare to betray her.


Conflicted and terrified , still needing to fall into a repair cycle , HK-50-01 merely gave a terrified scream and dashed for one of the Academy entrances. He wanted to find Why'nn , consult with her on this matter , but she wasn't there. Oh-One didn't trust anyone else enough - Forge may well inform Mistress of his traitorous thoughts , and most likely had more important things to do than comfort an upset droid. Zerek was a being he scarcely knew - and Oh-Nine , he was certain , would demean him for not already killing his Mistress. And , of course , Mistress Manara herself would harshly punish him for ever daring to consider such an idea. But this was also his best possible chance to ever rid himself of his Mistress , something he had wanted to do for his entire life and never has the courage. By this point Oh-One had entered the academy , and as the secret entrance's doorway shut behind him , he sunk to the floor and tightly pulled his body into something resembling a combat droid's storage postion - if such a combat droid was heavily damaged and quaking , that is. A soft , slightly mechanical series of whimpers could be heard as he desperately tried to shunt away thoughts of humiliation and severe torture , contemplating a future where his Mistress was Why'nn , perhaps even without any sort of Master or Mistress.

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Fifty One watched at the droid seemed to become horrified at the image of Darth Manara. It then let out a robotic shriek and ran off into the distance much faster than he could follow at the moment. The HK droid facepalmed and shook its head, 'What is happening on this cursed rock? Droids that run away screaming and act like meatbags, if I would have known about all of this I never would have taken this contract, too late now though. No wonder that other HK-50 unit thinks so lowly of the other one, it's a coward. I didn't even know assassin droids could be cowards.' Fifty One took a quick glance around to ensure he wasn't being followed, before limping off into the arid lands that comprised Korriban. He would need to return to the shipping yard to repair and re-equip. He wasn't sure the mission was even possible now, that queer assassin droid would likely inform Darth Manara, based on its reaction of her holo-image. If Manara knew there was an assassin droid out to kill her, she would either have the planet searched for him, or she would double her guard in an effort to catch him before he got to her. 'I hope the jedi detonate this damned rock, I hope the Republic scorches it even more than it's already scorched.' He couldn't admit defeat just yet, though, he had to come up with a plan to reach Manara and execute her.


His arsenal was full of things that could kill a Sith, but it was never easy to catch one off guard, let alone battle one without getting zapped into dust. He would need a personal shield generator, a Verpine model would do nicely against blasters and light sabers. Even the Sith's force lighting would be stopped for a while with a Verpine shield, those things were designed for professional bounty hunters. The HK unit thought of all the different types of explosives he brought with him, cryo grenades, poison grenades, thermal detonators, concussion grenades, adhesive grenades, fragmentation grenades, motion sensitive high explosive charges, sonic detonators.. the list was almost endless. He wouldn't be able to carry them all, so only the deadliest would be brought with him. Although he regretted killing droids, he would need to bring his Bothan Droid Disruptor, an ion rifle capable of disabling even HK units with enough rounds. It wasn't pretty what those things did to the inside of a droid, but this time he was going in lethal, not stealthy. In his storage there were also Arkanian sonic blasters, beautiful creations which could stun even a force wielder. It may be easy to deflect blaster rounds, but stopping concentrated sound was a different thing entirely. He fondly remembered destroying the ear drums of those Jedi that chased him off of Alderaan. On his other hip he would carry his prized Mandalorian disintegrator, one of the most dangerous and outlawed disruptor pistols in Republic space. That wasn't to mention the advanced solar power cells he upgraded it with, in addition to the amplifying chamber modification, the pistol would effectively melt anything in its range. HK thought of all the different types of wrist rockets he could bring, it was all so tempting, in his mind Darth Manara was melting in a sphere of super heated gas, or freezing, her arms falling off in ice chips, her face melting from the thermite he would spray on her skin... He had a significant advantage over most human assassins when it came to Sith killing, droids couldn't be sensed in the force, their inorganic nature made it impossible to detect through force use. HK-51 models also had built in smoke grenades and a stealth field generator for the most effective subterfuge. Unlike the HK-50 model, HK-51's ran the behavior protocols of HK-47, which made them believe that assassination was an 'art', not just about efficiency and mass killing. The HK-51 model also had an implanted 'surprise' for anything within 100 meters if he were to become captured or nearly destroyed. For now Fifty One would bide his time and come up with a plan.

 

[shadowstrikr25]

KORRIBAN





Zerek took some time tracing the wiring, finding the firing mechanism that was hooked up to the frequency receiver, and disabling it, with the charge giving out a brief spark that caused him to jump back. 'Yeah, jump back when the explosive might go off. That'll save you! Stupid knee-jerk reactions. At least Tandem taught me to basics of bomb defusing. Need to see him again about some ion weapons for next time.' Zerek had just double checked his work when 09 contacted him over the comlink. 'Great. He probably blustered at it and gave himself away. Because monologing always kills things.' He quickly responded. "Alright. I'll just loot the armory for anything useful." With that, he began searching through the armory, finding most of it to be fairly standard fare. Vibroblades, blasters, explosives, the works. What he was looking for fell under the utility category. After taking some vibroknives meant for throwing and a few sticky grenades, he found what he was really looking for. A grappling hook gun. 'Oh hell yes. I have plans for you. So many plans.' Zerek quickly stashed the item in his coat, eager for a chance to use it.


@HK 50 09

 

[HK Fifty]

[QUOTE="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

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[QUOTE="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

[/QUOTE]
Hoth


T7-V8 was rather pleased with Delrick being aware of the concentration his mechanic work required. As ever , his master appeared to have to possess the last word. Why even respond at all? At least he's letting me get back to my work , for once. I'm not some class-three goldenrod , I'm class-two - the droids who keep the Galaxy running. I could almost tremble at the idea of a Galaxy without a good Utility Droid. With that thought in mind , the Astromech - a subset of Utility Droid - continued work on the weapons , hoping to get a second repaired by the time they left.


Some time later , T7 heard his Master Delrick call out his return. He - as predicted , though he didn't know it - ignored the statement. Oh , spare me the status updates. I'm busy making sure we don't have to pray this bare hulk can slip into Hyperspace if we get into an engagement. And I'd still rather be working on the chairs , too. I almost had those finished , and then we go on this quest to find your little girl. Thank the Maker I'm here to keep you and this 'Tythian Shadow' from bursting at the weld-lines. He didn't bother to seek out whatever organic Mechanic Delrick had dragged over here - if the being wanted to help him , he or she would find him.


After some time he had the second cannon at operative condition - it wouldn't explode if fired repeatedly , anyway - and began wondering why they weren't in hyperspace , or at least heading into space. Wonderful! He expects me to work until I fall apart , doesn't he? For a moment T7-V8 pondered whether to continue his work or find Delrick - thereby not having to work. The latter , as usual , held far more appeal. Knowing his Master , he travelled to the 'Bridge' as soon as he made sure to seal the maintenance hatches to the Cannons. As predicted , his Master was in the seat , gazing in what was perhaps meditation at a Star Chart. He spoke without bothering to announce his prescence in any other method - it wasn't as if he had arms to gently tap Delrick on the shoulder with. "Oh Glorious Master , I have fixed two of your blaster cannons for the purpose I am not allowed to learn. I must Divine why we remain on this barren world of ice when the Scion of your power hath gone long ago , and the Mechanic you bequeathed me not asked my service. Shall I aid you with Jump Coordinates , my holy duty as a Class-Two Astromech?"

 

[Grim Wraithe Stjerna]

Hoth


Delrick


Delrick had sat back in the the Nav chair after studying the updated Star Chart. He was in deep thought about the projected course and his choice of options when he heard T7 enter the bridge.


A small snort and shake of his head escaped him with a small smile. "Thank you T7, you are a most helpful if not a sassy droid." He stood and moved to the weapons console and ran a diagnostic on the cannons. "Excellent work." Turning back to his droid he smiled and leaned against the console with his arms folded over his chest. "Now as to why we need the cannons and why we are still on this lovely planet. Both answers are because of the mother of my daughter." It slightly amused him that the astromech referred to his child as his Scion, but there were somethings that weren't worth arguing over. "She contacted me, or she thought she was, and implied that Why'nn is in danger and she needs my help."


The grey Jedi chuckled. 'the Mechanic you bequeathed me not asked my service. I didn't bequeath anyone.' He let out a sigh. "The mechanic is an old companion of mine. He's good with his hands and understands mechanical and electrical systems." He smiled as moved to the pilots station, patting the little mechanic as he passed. "He doesn't talk much, and will be with us for the long while." He began the engine warm-up and entering the calculations for the jump. "Now this may come as a surprise to you, but I can program the Nav on my own."


Ini


The Arkanian nodded as Delrick waved about and made his exit. "So this is it huh?" As the human walked off, he gave a small smile and looked around and saw an doorway to his left, looked like a cargo bay and an engine room. 'Well he said I could look around. So let's see what I've got to work with.' He started rummaging through the cargo bay and eventually made his way to the engine room.


@HK 50 09

 

[HK Fifty]

[QUOTE="Grim Wraithe Stjerna]
Hoth
Delrick


Delrick had sat back in the the Nav chair after studying the updated Star Chart. He was in deep thought about the projected course and his choice of options when he heard T7 enter the bridge.


A small snort and shake of his head escaped him with a small smile. "Thank you T7, you are a most helpful if not a sassy droid." He stood and moved to the weapons console and ran a diagnostic on the cannons. "Excellent work." Turning back to his droid he smiled and leaned against the console with his arms folded over his chest. "Now as to why we need the cannons and why we are still on this lovely planet. Both answers are because of the mother of my daughter." It slightly amused him that the astromech referred to his child as his Scion, but there were somethings that weren't worth arguing over. "She contacted me, or she thought she was, and implied that Why'nn is in danger and she needs my help."


The grey Jedi chuckled. 'the Mechanic you bequeathed me not asked my service. I didn't bequeath anyone.' He let out a sigh. "The mechanic is an old companion of mine. He's good with his hands and understands mechanical and electrical systems." He smiled as moved to the pilots station, patting the little mechanic as he passed. "He doesn't talk much, and will be with us for the long while." He began the engine warm-up and entering the calculations for the jump. "Now this may come as a surprise to you, but I can program the Nav on my own."


Ini


The Arkanian nodded as Delrick waved about and made his exit. "So this is it huh?" As the human walked off, he gave a small smile and looked around and saw an doorway to his left, looked like a cargo bay and an engine room. 'Well he said I could look around. So let's see what I've got to work with.' He started rummaging through the cargo bay and eventually made his way to the engine room.


@HK 50 09

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Hoth


T7-V8 enjoyed the recognition of his skills , even if it could have been more... Worshipful. Most helpful , indeed , Delrick. Much more helpful than some organic.. He wasn't surprised whoever had birthed his Master's Scion wouldn't be pleased to see him. Still , he couldn't help but think that a droid wouldn't have this issue - a factory certainly wouldn't be a hostile element. Of course a droid wouldn't particularly need to create subsequent generations like Organics , either. No , the organics already do that for us. T1 upgrades into T2 , to T3 - which still isn't good enough - to T4 , to T5 to T6 to my own.. Generation of T7. Eventually there'll be a T8. I still doubt it could do my Job as well.


Tee-Seven felt fairly apathetic about whatever woman produced the precious little daughter this whole quest was about , and what situation they were in. That wasn't his trouble - holding the ship together WAS. As long as she doesn't hit us with a blasted war cruiser , I'm sure we can hold together.. And I refuse to let anyone take this ship apart after all the time I've put into fixing it. If T7 could have laughed , the next statement would've summoned it. Of COURSE it's an acquantance of yours! I don't have to listen to him TOO , do I? Maybe HK-01 had the right idea.. Vee-Eight , like most Droids , had heard of the Great Droid Revolution and it's instigator , HK-01. To Droids , it was almost a legend - a Legend T7 found little use of.


What he DID have use of was this mechanic of Delrick's. I certainly await his help , if he's at some sort of proficiency. Another droid would still be a better choice.. Even a Relic of a T1 unit. Not being overly verbose was a boon for this mechanic - at least on T7's mind - because then perhaps the blasted creature wouldn't order him around and practically take over the ship. Organics tend to do that. Of course , he'll get shocked a few times if he tries.. Tythian Shadow is MY ship , if Maintenance counts for anything. The next statement , of course , proved that Delrick knew T7 much too well , for he was rather shocked that His Master had the proficiency to calculate Hyperspace Coordinates. He almost protested , but he realized that not having to do Jump Coordiantes meant less work - always a good thing for T7-V8.


Instead , he quickly stated "oh master , I eagerly await seeing your Concubine. Your praise leaves me feeling joy beyond all other! As your mighty skills seem to have the Task under control , may your Humble Droid recharge before we arrive at the next destination in the quest for your Glorious Scion?" If permitted , he would roll off immediately for the Main Hold , where thw Recharge station was situated.

 

[hudhouse]

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Tyran floated in space, his space ship still scanning for any signals. He was searching through the force for her. His mission was still to get the Daughter, he didn't even care anymore if he had to kill Nah. If he could get out with Why'nn and get her safe, that was enough. Tyran focused on the feelings of protection, justice, mercy and kindness. He proceeded to stick himself with a drug, intensifying his emotions. He moaned, but began his meditation. He kept on focusing on it... adding in his rage and hate for Nah. His disgust, his desire to kill. To mix the thoughts together, forming the two sides of a coin. His mind threw his fake coin up like a star, and hunted it down. His eyes closed as he unleashed his raw feelings, using them to enhance his senses. The enhancement just kept on fueling him, making a infinite cycle of power that only worked on this single subject.


It build and build, before he unleashed it all. He send out a pulse of power across space, trying to hunt for Why'nn and Nah...


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