HK-36
The Iron Lord Protector (Neutral Good)
[member="Rose Kuhn"], [member="Flannigan Mcnash"],
((Sorry for the pause, I was dealing with a migraine))
The droid kept on moving closer and closer towards the line of police officers at a steady pace. Eventually they would cross the line of their blockade, gently tilting and turning to dodge barricades and officers hurrying back and forth, making sure that they would not bump into anything or anyone and reveal themselves by an accident. At one point it seemed that just that would happen as an especially svelte officer shuffled in on a path to collide with them. HK froze, watching him from below the cloak, the droid's arm lifted up slowly as a Phrik wrist blade extended out silently in preparation for a fight.
The officer stopped right next to them, beady eyes fixated on the building as he belched out commands to other officers, apparently it was time for the Coruscant equivalent of SWAT forces to move in and deal with the situation inside. As he yelled his commands and gestured, his hand swatted by just inches away from them, HK leaning back gently to doge the limb. He moved to the side and tilted about as the special forces officers rushed past them, dodging their bodies.
Soon enough the stress would be over as HK managed to get past the police lines and sneaked into an alley behind them, adjacent to the building Rose indicated earlier. Once there the droid took a grappling gun from his belt and wrapped his other arm tightly around Rose, the Phrik wrist blade disappeared back safely behind the armored plates of his vambrace. He raised the grappling gadget, deciding it was a more silent replacement for his jet systems. The hook shot out from within the confines of his cloak, connecting to the edge of the building's roof via magnetic seal, the graphite cable tightening quickly as the gun pulled them up, raising them off of the ground quickly as HK held tightly to it in a vice like grip.
Rose and HK would quickly find themselves catapulted up onto the roof by the grappling gun, the droid's feet landing them safely on the solid surface as he flapped the cloak aside, freeing Rose from its confines, its material shimmering back to its usual black color. The droid deactivated the magnetic hook, cable retreated back into the barrel of his grappling gun and the gadget was holstered back on the droid's belt.
"All yours."
The droid quipped to Rose, letting her know they were clear for pick-up, as he grabbed his pair of magnetic revolvers, turning back in the direction of the police line, just in case one of the officers saw the disturbance in bent light while they were pulled up quickly by the grappling fun, or perhaps the droid's disembodied feet visible from below while he was near the roof.
((Sorry for the pause, I was dealing with a migraine))
The droid kept on moving closer and closer towards the line of police officers at a steady pace. Eventually they would cross the line of their blockade, gently tilting and turning to dodge barricades and officers hurrying back and forth, making sure that they would not bump into anything or anyone and reveal themselves by an accident. At one point it seemed that just that would happen as an especially svelte officer shuffled in on a path to collide with them. HK froze, watching him from below the cloak, the droid's arm lifted up slowly as a Phrik wrist blade extended out silently in preparation for a fight.
The officer stopped right next to them, beady eyes fixated on the building as he belched out commands to other officers, apparently it was time for the Coruscant equivalent of SWAT forces to move in and deal with the situation inside. As he yelled his commands and gestured, his hand swatted by just inches away from them, HK leaning back gently to doge the limb. He moved to the side and tilted about as the special forces officers rushed past them, dodging their bodies.
Soon enough the stress would be over as HK managed to get past the police lines and sneaked into an alley behind them, adjacent to the building Rose indicated earlier. Once there the droid took a grappling gun from his belt and wrapped his other arm tightly around Rose, the Phrik wrist blade disappeared back safely behind the armored plates of his vambrace. He raised the grappling gadget, deciding it was a more silent replacement for his jet systems. The hook shot out from within the confines of his cloak, connecting to the edge of the building's roof via magnetic seal, the graphite cable tightening quickly as the gun pulled them up, raising them off of the ground quickly as HK held tightly to it in a vice like grip.
Rose and HK would quickly find themselves catapulted up onto the roof by the grappling gun, the droid's feet landing them safely on the solid surface as he flapped the cloak aside, freeing Rose from its confines, its material shimmering back to its usual black color. The droid deactivated the magnetic hook, cable retreated back into the barrel of his grappling gun and the gadget was holstered back on the droid's belt.
"All yours."
The droid quipped to Rose, letting her know they were clear for pick-up, as he grabbed his pair of magnetic revolvers, turning back in the direction of the police line, just in case one of the officers saw the disturbance in bent light while they were pulled up quickly by the grappling fun, or perhaps the droid's disembodied feet visible from below while he was near the roof.