HK-47 (
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mayfield_rpg2012-06-07 01:16 pm
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Second Assassination Protocol
Upon hearing about the post office, HK-47 wastes no time in going to get his droid body back. He doesn't care about the cost, anything would be better than being a wretched organic meatbag.
Unfortunately, HK doesn't get back precisely what he was expecting. The body he gets back is from moments before losing the big battle back home. He is battered and malfunctioning, and quickly losing power. He manages to limp home, only to collapse in the living room as he loses power.
[A. 3474 Erwin Road.]
[What looks like a somewhat strange protocol droid is currently lying face down in the middle of the living room, occasionally releasing an errant spark and a bit of smoke.]
[B. General Store / Hardware Store]
[After some repairs, HK-47 is looking for weapons, even crude ones. Pistols, rifles, chainsaws... he'd prefer his disruptor rifle, but he'll make do with what he can get. Unfortunately, the drones in town still perceive him as a 9-year-old boy, despite his upgrade.]
"Aggitated Query: " What do you mean I'm too young to buy this!? It's for my master- erm, father!"
[C. Around Town]
[HK is wandering around town, looking about. If he's trapped here, he may as well assess the layout for any future combat. Does your character approach the droid?]
Unfortunately, HK doesn't get back precisely what he was expecting. The body he gets back is from moments before losing the big battle back home. He is battered and malfunctioning, and quickly losing power. He manages to limp home, only to collapse in the living room as he loses power.
[A. 3474 Erwin Road.]
[What looks like a somewhat strange protocol droid is currently lying face down in the middle of the living room, occasionally releasing an errant spark and a bit of smoke.]
[B. General Store / Hardware Store]
[After some repairs, HK-47 is looking for weapons, even crude ones. Pistols, rifles, chainsaws... he'd prefer his disruptor rifle, but he'll make do with what he can get. Unfortunately, the drones in town still perceive him as a 9-year-old boy, despite his upgrade.]
"Aggitated Query: " What do you mean I'm too young to buy this!? It's for my master- erm, father!"
[C. Around Town]
[HK is wandering around town, looking about. If he's trapped here, he may as well assess the layout for any future combat. Does your character approach the droid?]
Re: C
"Statement: It isn't a matter of being nice or not, I am simply stating fact. However, your designation as 'Kaylee' shall be stored, in case I must distinguish you from the other organic meatbags."
Re: C
You might needta, I'm a spaceship mechanic.
Re: C
"Mockery: Oh yes, I clearly should just let you dig around in my actuators because you know how to fix on a hyperdrive.
You know, I'm familiar with all the various organs you meatbags need to survive, so perhaps you'd like me to dig around in you to try and see if I can make anything work better."
Re: C
Re: C
[His photoreceptors flicker.]
"Statement: I do believe the rising heat in my motivators is the closest that a droid can come to rage."
Re: C
'Course I ain't ever come across a machine that's so rude before.
Re: C
"Correction: I am not rude, I am merely speaking facts."