HK-36
The Iron Lord Protector (Neutral Good)
[member="Siobhan Kerrigan"],
Maramere,
A tropical and luxurious resort planet, rich in sun, beautiful beaches, entertainment, and the sought-after stygium crystals for manufacturing cloaking devices. That is what brought the machine to the planet's orbit, his ship, the Siege Tower, appeared from hyper-space with a blink of light. For once the machine wasn't going somewhere to enjoy his retirement, although to HK enjoying retirement usually involved a gun fight or some sort of skirmish.
Either way, the droid stood on the bridge of his ship, clad in his armor, long black cloak cascading down his back, as he sent out a holo-comm to Sio,
"We have arrived, are you ready for the expedition?"
Apparently Sio wasn't currently at the bridge but in her quarters, doing gods know what, probably cleaning her toenails or something gross like that.
The machine looked aside to his Second-In-Command,
"Have the dropship loaded with construction droids and ready for departure."
"Yessir."
Thankfully he was on Maramere before, the planet once belonged to Protectorate and the machine managed to secure a mining deal with the native government, just enough to form two new stygian cloaking mechanisms. Hopefully nothing is going to go wrong!
Maramere,
A tropical and luxurious resort planet, rich in sun, beautiful beaches, entertainment, and the sought-after stygium crystals for manufacturing cloaking devices. That is what brought the machine to the planet's orbit, his ship, the Siege Tower, appeared from hyper-space with a blink of light. For once the machine wasn't going somewhere to enjoy his retirement, although to HK enjoying retirement usually involved a gun fight or some sort of skirmish.
Either way, the droid stood on the bridge of his ship, clad in his armor, long black cloak cascading down his back, as he sent out a holo-comm to Sio,
"We have arrived, are you ready for the expedition?"
Apparently Sio wasn't currently at the bridge but in her quarters, doing gods know what, probably cleaning her toenails or something gross like that.
The machine looked aside to his Second-In-Command,
"Have the dropship loaded with construction droids and ready for departure."
"Yessir."
Thankfully he was on Maramere before, the planet once belonged to Protectorate and the machine managed to secure a mining deal with the native government, just enough to form two new stygian cloaking mechanisms. Hopefully nothing is going to go wrong!