@[member="Zeer Delos"] @[member="Gravesen Conclave"] @[member="Elsa Delliria"]
HK slightly lowered his pistol. He wasn't giving up on the idea of fighting or shooting them, no, he was just taking aim at Grave's kneecaps. Even with Zeer's in the way he calculated that the bullet would probably go through Ranth's leg and still had enough force to disable Zeer. If any of them were familiar with shatterpistols they would know that their bullets are small but pack a lot of punch, enough to pierce armor of even some vehicles. A clean shot from one at this proximity would probably mean amputation of their leg instead of just removing a kneecap.
"If you want money I will pay you a thousand credits right now to give up the gem and leave. It is not the financial worth of the gem I am here to protect but its cultural and sentimental value. Believe me, you want to cut your losses while you can. I can also give you a referral to a mental clinic for your friend, it is a non-profit and unaligned organization so they would not pursue you for any previous loyalties. I do not work for them directly, but we have cooperated on few occasions."
The droid would finally move his cloak aside to reveal the hilt of a lightsaber he was holding, he would click its switch as his pure white blade erupted from the hilt, burning in pure light, if any of them could sense those things they would feel the aura of the light side emanating from it. He could have used the blade against them with clear conscience, it was a training lightsaber after all, it delivered blunt and stun damage instead of just chopping to pieces, so if he wanted to kill somebody with it he would really have to want them dead.
"Believe me."
He repeated shifting his feet to face them with his chest fully, shatterpistol still trained on its mark at Grave's knees, lightsaber held in his right hand in a ready parry position, it was the Defensive Neutral lightsaber stance, a general stance that could be used in all lightsaber forms when preparing to face multiple blaster-wielding foes.
In mean time, his programming finished preparing the audio file in case Zeer decided to open file. It was a compilation of all the annoying and unbearable sounds the droid witnessed during his lifetime since the Old Republic. Truth be told, most of it were files of him singing, but there were also such classics as nails on a chalkboard, rubbing a balloon really quickly, scratching a fork on the plate. Fire and car alarms. Whatever he heard when Alli Wren, @[member="Siobhan Kerrigan"], and Master Matako went off into a private room for "diplomatic negotiations" that he wished to forget so badly. In fact, anything he heard when passing by Colonel Kerrigan's office! Cira's laughter, she snorted when she laughed, little known fact. "Uttini!" just shouted over and over. All of this and more crammed down to play simultaneously over each other in a space of just few seconds and then looped over and over at high frequency.
It was no sonic grenade, but it should sure come close to one!
