HK-36
The Iron Lord Protector (Neutral Good)
Location: Mustafar
Objective: Mining Facility
Allies: The Rag Tag Team Of Misfits,
Enemies: All Tagged Throughout The Post- FO
Equipment: Phrik Droid Body, Anti-Force Vong Biot Suit, 2x Electro-Cestus, Spear of Rae, Electro-Flail, HK's Training Lightsaber (Sliver of Light), 2x Magnetic Revolvers (Heavy) loaded with Neuranium Ammunition, Bobcaster (Heavy), Chameleon Cloak, Sigil of Hope, D.U.S.T., Anti-Force User Grenades, Grappling Hook (Pistol Format), Photoreceptor HypnoGaze attachment, jetpack, simple wrappings for camouflage and concealment. A Nocur mount in battle barding.
Forces: Iron Legionnaires Drones and Droids, Mobile Weapon Platforms, Greycloaks
NPC Gear: Owlbear/Nocur Mounts with Barding and Shattergun Miniguns, Spears of Rae, Shattergun Rotary Cannons, Bobcasters, Shattergun Repeaters, Blast Staves, Mass Drivers
[member="Choli Vyn"], [member="Asmus Janes"], [member="Elliot Locke"],
"Roger that."
HK would finally reply to Choli after slightly prolonged period of comm silence, probably because he was busy spreading chaos through ranks of clone soldiers by himself and simply could not really talk. He would stop what he was doing briefly, most likely clutching some unfortunate clone's throat in his vice-like grip before looking towards the location where Choli designated incoming new enemy troops,
"Looks like they are heading for the landing pads as previous strike team did, trying to avoid my front lines, I will see what I can do about surrounding them and finishing them off, but chances are my hands will be tied if my presence would be required here to hold off their main force, keep me updated."
The transmission would echo out on their allied channel accessible to Asmus and Locke if they had anything else to report as well, or if they would require HK's help although if they would fail at holding off Natasi and her forces it might be the droid who would need more reinforcements.
[member="Ultimatum"],
Speaking of which, HK sent out another brief transmission to his robotic ally,
"Ulti, we have received reports of another strike team pushing through landing pads, the enemy force I am facing may be retreating soon so we may have to adapt our plans swiftly once more. What is your current position?"
And one to [member="Draco Vereen"],
"Draco, we will try to move some of our forces to reinforce your position and cut off the enemy at your location, just hold out a little bit longer."
Hopefully HK or Ultimatum would not arrive there too late and be able to link up with Draco and keep the facility secured together.
[member="Preliat Mantis"], [member="Commander Lusk"],
Speaking of keeping facility secured,
The battle still raged at the ashflats and fields of volcanic rock scarred by rivers of glowing red lava that made up the main approach to the facility. Throughout the booming shots of various shattergun and magnetic weaponry and the explosions of their projectiles hitting the ground or enemy positions, triggering splatter of corpses, mechanical scrap, shards of black stone splintered open, and dark ash that either rained over them like mud in heavy clumps or lingered in the air like smokescreen HK still weaved and spun in his macabre dance.
Using the speed and strength of his Phrik body, as well as its deadly precision, the droid wallowed and gorged on his fatal arts outnumbered and surrounded by his enemy, yet still he defied them and the odds presented before him, refusing to die. It was a part he played so often, shot at, exploded, electrocuted, thrown into the void, shot again, or dismembered so many times yet over and over the machine would always manage to find a way to escape or return after his seeming destruction. So it was there on those black plains among lava, smoke, and deadly exchange of projectiles and artillery that HK and his mechanical brood still fought tearing and slashing at their enemies, what seemed to have been a suicide charge against fortified enemy positions stretched and prolonged into a skirmish at first, and now perhaps the machines were finally getting a clear upper hand against the clones as the armored assault droids and their armored owlbear mounts, few that remained still standing, still pushed hard into the enemy lines and fought with every ounce of their might, as far as their bodies and armor would allow them, still standing and fighting under HK's leadership.
HK threw his body to the side, causing it to spin and his cloak to wrap around as he picked up on a clone raising his gun towards him, the momentum carrying him away from the burst of plasma that was shot towards him, missing the machine narrowly before he threw out his arm, still clutching his magnetic revolver he squeezed the trigger,
TSCHHHHHHHHH
The clone suddenly gripped his throat as it was sliced open by a hyper-velocity pellet followed by the familiar hissing echo of it speeding through the air as the soldier dropped to his knees, blood spilling over his presumably white or lighter armor, coating and coloring it in the red ichor.
During the battle HK could not help but think of the finer things in life, for example Jacen's butt. That man had a really nice butt. HK wanted to touch it. If only he was there with him and that butt was presented before him, and if only HK really had a face to press against it and the cold metal hands would not elicit a gasp of surprise out of the Jedi Marshal, then the clones would not be the only ones machine was going to be ripping into ferociously, if you know what I mean. Alas things were not meant to be as Jacen never returned HK's tender sidelong glances towards him, gave response against the way the droid's hand would supposedly accidentally brush against his rump, or even blush when reading the secret notes of admiration the machine would leave at his doorsteps.
Dashing forward towards a group of clones that noticed their brothers' death, they raised their guns and HK's claws tightened on the rocks beneath him immediately. As the volley came towards him he took an Echani hand-to-hand martial art stance, spinning once more his claws would kick up the dense volcanic rock, placing the stones up into the air in the path of the bullets and plasma bolts between the machine and his enemies. The makeshift stone barrier was launched backwards towards HK immediately from the impact only to quickly meet his open palm and be launched sideways, impacting into the helmet of a nearby unfortunate clone with a loud sickly crunch. The machine spun once more, another stone was kicked up, this time held by his Phrik claws in their tight grip as HK shielded himself before being thrown at the clone squad, knocking one of them down. Seeing an opening he would extend his revolver arm once more, this time tilting it sideways as twin barrels of built-in repeater extended out, launching out a hail of plasma bolts towards the clones, knocking more ash dust up, riddling them with burnt holes of plasma impacting them, trajectory tracked and plotted by his scanner and trackers.
GHYAAAAAAAAA!
There was a loud screech nearby as one of the surviving owlbears knocked a clone sideways, throwing the soldier right next to HK. Soon enough the machine swooped down and picked the dazed man up, holding him up over his head as the droid turned towards the nearby edge of lava lake. Much to the clone's dismay he found himself soaring soon enough as HK literally picked him up and threw him into the lava to meet his demise.
These shenanigans would be going on for a while, soon enough HK would order the troops who were fighting clones alongside him,
"I believe they will be breaking soon, plan to regroup at the facility with the Greycloaks, prepare to change targets and face the enemy assault teams pushing in from landing pads."
"Yessir."
The assumption that clones would be breaking in their attack against the base would probably be a safe one considering HK still rampaging among them and the Abregado heavy artillery and anti-infantry guns still screaming out against them in rains of deadly hyper-velocity projectiles, of course this would be easily countered by Preliat or Lusk showing their presence again and reigning in their soldiers in once more, challenging their droid opponents.
[member="Torian Pierce"],
And so HK right now would only turn his attention towards Torian and his soldiers, and unless someone would interrupt and challenge him once more it would come to pass in a post or two that the machine would come with his brood to help Draco in his fight against the FO invaders personally, and while Draco stood defiantly alone and wounded, HK's body beneath his outer armor was neither prominently damaged nor was he alone. So he might have to face the Dragon of Mandalore and the Metal Dragon of the Core, a title HK held since now that I made it up on the spot.
Objective: Mining Facility
Allies: The Rag Tag Team Of Misfits,
Enemies: All Tagged Throughout The Post- FO
Equipment: Phrik Droid Body, Anti-Force Vong Biot Suit, 2x Electro-Cestus, Spear of Rae, Electro-Flail, HK's Training Lightsaber (Sliver of Light), 2x Magnetic Revolvers (Heavy) loaded with Neuranium Ammunition, Bobcaster (Heavy), Chameleon Cloak, Sigil of Hope, D.U.S.T., Anti-Force User Grenades, Grappling Hook (Pistol Format), Photoreceptor HypnoGaze attachment, jetpack, simple wrappings for camouflage and concealment. A Nocur mount in battle barding.
Forces: Iron Legionnaires Drones and Droids, Mobile Weapon Platforms, Greycloaks
NPC Gear: Owlbear/Nocur Mounts with Barding and Shattergun Miniguns, Spears of Rae, Shattergun Rotary Cannons, Bobcasters, Shattergun Repeaters, Blast Staves, Mass Drivers
[member="Choli Vyn"], [member="Asmus Janes"], [member="Elliot Locke"],
"Roger that."
HK would finally reply to Choli after slightly prolonged period of comm silence, probably because he was busy spreading chaos through ranks of clone soldiers by himself and simply could not really talk. He would stop what he was doing briefly, most likely clutching some unfortunate clone's throat in his vice-like grip before looking towards the location where Choli designated incoming new enemy troops,
"Looks like they are heading for the landing pads as previous strike team did, trying to avoid my front lines, I will see what I can do about surrounding them and finishing them off, but chances are my hands will be tied if my presence would be required here to hold off their main force, keep me updated."
The transmission would echo out on their allied channel accessible to Asmus and Locke if they had anything else to report as well, or if they would require HK's help although if they would fail at holding off Natasi and her forces it might be the droid who would need more reinforcements.
[member="Ultimatum"],
Speaking of which, HK sent out another brief transmission to his robotic ally,
"Ulti, we have received reports of another strike team pushing through landing pads, the enemy force I am facing may be retreating soon so we may have to adapt our plans swiftly once more. What is your current position?"
And one to [member="Draco Vereen"],
"Draco, we will try to move some of our forces to reinforce your position and cut off the enemy at your location, just hold out a little bit longer."
Hopefully HK or Ultimatum would not arrive there too late and be able to link up with Draco and keep the facility secured together.
[member="Preliat Mantis"], [member="Commander Lusk"],
Speaking of keeping facility secured,
The battle still raged at the ashflats and fields of volcanic rock scarred by rivers of glowing red lava that made up the main approach to the facility. Throughout the booming shots of various shattergun and magnetic weaponry and the explosions of their projectiles hitting the ground or enemy positions, triggering splatter of corpses, mechanical scrap, shards of black stone splintered open, and dark ash that either rained over them like mud in heavy clumps or lingered in the air like smokescreen HK still weaved and spun in his macabre dance.
Using the speed and strength of his Phrik body, as well as its deadly precision, the droid wallowed and gorged on his fatal arts outnumbered and surrounded by his enemy, yet still he defied them and the odds presented before him, refusing to die. It was a part he played so often, shot at, exploded, electrocuted, thrown into the void, shot again, or dismembered so many times yet over and over the machine would always manage to find a way to escape or return after his seeming destruction. So it was there on those black plains among lava, smoke, and deadly exchange of projectiles and artillery that HK and his mechanical brood still fought tearing and slashing at their enemies, what seemed to have been a suicide charge against fortified enemy positions stretched and prolonged into a skirmish at first, and now perhaps the machines were finally getting a clear upper hand against the clones as the armored assault droids and their armored owlbear mounts, few that remained still standing, still pushed hard into the enemy lines and fought with every ounce of their might, as far as their bodies and armor would allow them, still standing and fighting under HK's leadership.
HK threw his body to the side, causing it to spin and his cloak to wrap around as he picked up on a clone raising his gun towards him, the momentum carrying him away from the burst of plasma that was shot towards him, missing the machine narrowly before he threw out his arm, still clutching his magnetic revolver he squeezed the trigger,
TSCHHHHHHHHH
The clone suddenly gripped his throat as it was sliced open by a hyper-velocity pellet followed by the familiar hissing echo of it speeding through the air as the soldier dropped to his knees, blood spilling over his presumably white or lighter armor, coating and coloring it in the red ichor.
During the battle HK could not help but think of the finer things in life, for example Jacen's butt. That man had a really nice butt. HK wanted to touch it. If only he was there with him and that butt was presented before him, and if only HK really had a face to press against it and the cold metal hands would not elicit a gasp of surprise out of the Jedi Marshal, then the clones would not be the only ones machine was going to be ripping into ferociously, if you know what I mean. Alas things were not meant to be as Jacen never returned HK's tender sidelong glances towards him, gave response against the way the droid's hand would supposedly accidentally brush against his rump, or even blush when reading the secret notes of admiration the machine would leave at his doorsteps.
Dashing forward towards a group of clones that noticed their brothers' death, they raised their guns and HK's claws tightened on the rocks beneath him immediately. As the volley came towards him he took an Echani hand-to-hand martial art stance, spinning once more his claws would kick up the dense volcanic rock, placing the stones up into the air in the path of the bullets and plasma bolts between the machine and his enemies. The makeshift stone barrier was launched backwards towards HK immediately from the impact only to quickly meet his open palm and be launched sideways, impacting into the helmet of a nearby unfortunate clone with a loud sickly crunch. The machine spun once more, another stone was kicked up, this time held by his Phrik claws in their tight grip as HK shielded himself before being thrown at the clone squad, knocking one of them down. Seeing an opening he would extend his revolver arm once more, this time tilting it sideways as twin barrels of built-in repeater extended out, launching out a hail of plasma bolts towards the clones, knocking more ash dust up, riddling them with burnt holes of plasma impacting them, trajectory tracked and plotted by his scanner and trackers.
GHYAAAAAAAAA!
There was a loud screech nearby as one of the surviving owlbears knocked a clone sideways, throwing the soldier right next to HK. Soon enough the machine swooped down and picked the dazed man up, holding him up over his head as the droid turned towards the nearby edge of lava lake. Much to the clone's dismay he found himself soaring soon enough as HK literally picked him up and threw him into the lava to meet his demise.
These shenanigans would be going on for a while, soon enough HK would order the troops who were fighting clones alongside him,
"I believe they will be breaking soon, plan to regroup at the facility with the Greycloaks, prepare to change targets and face the enemy assault teams pushing in from landing pads."
"Yessir."
The assumption that clones would be breaking in their attack against the base would probably be a safe one considering HK still rampaging among them and the Abregado heavy artillery and anti-infantry guns still screaming out against them in rains of deadly hyper-velocity projectiles, of course this would be easily countered by Preliat or Lusk showing their presence again and reigning in their soldiers in once more, challenging their droid opponents.
[member="Torian Pierce"],
And so HK right now would only turn his attention towards Torian and his soldiers, and unless someone would interrupt and challenge him once more it would come to pass in a post or two that the machine would come with his brood to help Draco in his fight against the FO invaders personally, and while Draco stood defiantly alone and wounded, HK's body beneath his outer armor was neither prominently damaged nor was he alone. So he might have to face the Dragon of Mandalore and the Metal Dragon of the Core, a title HK held since now that I made it up on the spot.
