Ruthless is Just Another Title...

[HK-36]

@[member="Vitor Imperiuse"] @[member="Serana Williams"] @[member="Jinn Sibot"] @[member="Sarge Potteiger"]

HK looked over Vitor slightly before glancing back to his empty glass.

"Really now, well fa-fa-fa-fa-fancy that." He stuttered out with another slight jitter of his neck to the side. "Can't say I know much on the su-su-su-su-suuuuuuuuuuu..." The droid wasn't able to finish his thought, he shut down, but for just few awkward seconds of staring at Vitor silently, soon enough there was a tick in his neck once more. "Unidentified companion. Greetings, unidentified companion." The droid looked around the bar once more before adding "In an unidentified location. Greetings, unidentified location" He said the last sentance louder for others to hear, noticing the attention Vitor paid to the table with Sith and hunters, HK looked there himself, seeing the Mandalorian armor he couldn't help but to add in "Cyare Mando" refering to Serana as "beloved Mandalorian" seemingly the droid had an affinity of sorts towards them.

 

[Onrai]

Vitor couldn't help but laugh at the HK unit, then frowned. HK, run a systems diagnostic check. I want to know what systems are malfunctioning. Perhaps if he could find out what was wrong with the old Hunter-Killer, he could help repair and re-service the droid, restoring it to fully functional capability.

This droid is going to need a major overhaul in order to get it combat ready again...

 

[Serana Onyx]

Serana sneered as the man spoke. "You think I care if someone new enters?" Serana leaned in towards him, dead serious face, "It's impolite to walk in when we are having a conversation. Screw off."

 

[HK-36]

@[member="Vitor Imperiuse"]

HK just looked to Vitor slightly

"All of them"

He turned back to the bar. "I have not been in ser-ser-ser-service for unknown time. It is not as if there is anybody on this, designation- poodoohole, that could fix me. It is bad enough I have to dodge Jawas." He motioned to the dark and brewing table of hunters then. "Friends of yours? Seem to have got your att-att-att-att-att-." He stopped then, staring at Vitor in few more seconds of silence "Attention." He was able to continue without rebooting, however, he did so with a creaky tick in his neck.

 

[Onrai]

@[member="HK-36"] @[member="Serana Williams"]

You're in drastic need of an overhaul. How about you come with me and I'll help restore you to full functionality. Sound like a plan?

It wasn't as if Vitor had much else to do, considering how his memory was primarily a blur. He knew that repairing droids was a simple enough process. The only question was, where would he find parts to this type of droid?

Standing up, he motioned towards the door. Let's go back to my shuttle and run a full diagnostic. Maybe we can find some parts to upgrade and repair your damaged systems. He kept one eye on the huntress, however, not letting his interest in her dissipate that easily.

 

[HK-36]

@[member="Vitor Imperiuse"]
HK stayed in his seat, however.
"Chortle. Yes, of course, stranger in a pub, I will follow you to your preferred location where you can have a look at my inner workings. While you are on it, make me into a mindless slave like the rest of droids." The droid would set some more credits on the bar, ordering another drink. "It is preferred for me to fall apart rather than lose my independence and just be another tool once more." He lifted the glass in the air, looking at the liquid inside. "Besides, I still have my primary objectives, set by myself, thank you very much." He set the glass down, staring ahead once more.

"Oh, and I am not an HK droid."
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.
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"Growl."

 

[Onrai]

@[member="HK-36"]

Observation: I can tell from your appearance, particularly the style of your head, that you are an HK-series droid. I can also tell that you are badly damaged and have likely suffered terrible makeshift repairs by an unintelligent meatbag an unspecified amount of time ago. Attentive Statement: It is most likely that even were I to attempt to memory-wipe you, your core is far too integrate with your system to be wiped.

Force, this droid was stubborn...

Besides, would your primary capabilities not be of greater ease to complete if you were fully functional? I only wish to see you be restored to a... less damaged condition. Your type is rare, after all.

 

[Jinn Sibot]

Jinn chuckled, getting closer to the woman and peering into her eyes with his own windows into his black soul. "I have paid you to do a particular job, not sit around and talk with every man who walks by. Perhaps he can do the job better than you....if that were the case, I would no longer need you alive would I?"

 

[HK-36]

@[member="Vitor Imperiuse"]

HK looked around the bar trying to determine if anybody else heard his comments before replying.
"Worlds be damned. Why do I put on these disguises if people can still tell through them what I am." He looked to the bar once me before snapping his head back to look at Vitor "And you try to do a better job with no tools on the litter box with the little rats in hoods claiming all the good parts." He lifted up the glass with a drink "If you want to help me, just take me to Jedi. I am supposed to find them, not sure why. I think something about me strangling them. Or them telling me who to strangle. Something about strangling." He then motioned the glass to him, as if giving a toast "Cheers." The droid imitated drinking then just by tilting the glass against his head, wrapped in clothing still, the clothing soaking what liquid haven't dripped down onto his robes.

 

[Onrai]

I know I can't really explain this to you, but... His memories were coming back for a moment... I am a Jedi.

Of course he wouldn't mention anything else, but the droid wouldlikely feel the slight tug of the Force on his frame, a physical indication that Vitor was being sincere.

Now, will you let me help you, or do you want to continue rusting away in a barely functional condition until you wind up meeting the Maker?

 

[HK-36]

@[member="Vitor Imperiuse"]
HK looked at him intently.
"There is no emotion."
The droid said, looking at Vitor to judge his reaction to the words, at the slight tug of the force, droid's hand moved slightly to the blaster pistol at the side, a finger slightly wagging to signal Jedi to be watchful of how he uses the force around here.

 

[Onrai]

@[member="HK-36"]

There is peace. Vitor remembered the Jedi Code. He didn't know how, he didn't know why... All he knew was that it was unlocking itself from his mind.

I would love a refresher course on the codes of the Jedi, but at the moment, I am still somewhat concerned for your safety. He estimated the droid had a year left in this half-functional state before it finally deactivated from disrepair.

 

[HK-36]

@[member="Vitor Imperiuse"]
HK looked around once more.
"Well I do need a ride off of this rock."
He grudgingly stood up.
"I suppose I can tag along with you, but I will be watching you."
He motioned to the hunter table where @[member="Serana Williams"] was sitting with the Sarge and @[member="Jinn Sibot"] was getting closer to her.
"Besides, I calculated that they are about to either fight or start kissing, and I am not sure which one is a worse scenario."

 

[Onrai]

Vitor couldn't help but laugh as he started to help the HK unit out of the cantina. With one last glance at the bounty huntress, one he knew she could see, the former Jedi successfully escorted @[member="HK-36"] from the building.

Your rust spots have rust spots... You need a polish-down, some maintenance... Anything short of breaking you apart.

 

[HK-36]

@[member="Vitor Imperiuse"]
"Eye-roll."
The droid said while trodding by Vitor's side.
"I may have to reattach some of my members few times a day, young organic, but I can still kick your rear end."

 

[Onrai]

I suppose we'll have to see about that. The two of them entered the shuttle and left this intriguing planet. He needed to get some parts...

(ooc: I suppose we can pull out here, @HK-36)

 

[HK-36]

@[member="Vitor Imperiuse"]
//Yep, thanks for RP eveyone!//

 

[Sarge Potteiger]

@[member="Serana Williams"] @[member="Jinn Sibot"]

The man blinked, then grinned widely. Now she was aloof. Just as expected. Then her boss/employer/boyfriend/man in the mask decided to join them. He really didn't know what their relation was beyond 'employer/employee' if any, but he didn't care.

He reeked of thunderstorms.

Sith.

"It's also impolite to just up and leave an offer of drinks, but I think you missed what I was going for there, Miss Williams. No, it wasn't sex. And it wasn't an attempt to flirt. It's something called 'trying to blend in' and while I might stick out, buying a pretty woman drinks makes me no more special than this asthma attack waiting to happen."

Sliding from the table and wrapping his cloak tight around himself, he shakes his head. "If I wanted a good time, I'd have stayed at the last bar. But I was curious. My curiosity is getting me nowhere, however, since you seem to have a fan club."

Tipping his head to her, he blends seamlessly with the environment again and heads to the exit.

 

[Serana Onyx]

@[member="Jinn Sibot"] @[member="Sarge Potteiger"]

Serana sighed as Sarge stood. "I wasn't asking. I simply wanted to continue into a intriguing business discussion." As Sarge walked away, Serana turned her attention to the new guy. "You are full of disappointments aren't you. Scaring away potential business."

 

[Sarge Potteiger]

He stopped, turning his head momentarily. Turning around, he walked back and set down a small communicator. It was a cheap one, and only worked to talk to whoever held the matching comm. It was old, and short range, but the sort of thing you'd expect from someone wanting to remain anonymous.

"When big nasty here is dont having sand up his arsehole you let me know. We'll talk elsewhere."

And then he turned and began leaving again.

@[member="Serana Williams"]