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towerofanimus2013-02-10 12:28 pm
damn_meatbags) wrote in towerofanimus2013-02-10 12:28 pm
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Characters: HK-47 (damn_meatbags) and OPEN
Setting: All over (backdated to Feb. 7th before the event)
Format: Action but you’re welcome to prose it up
Summary: Is the tower ready for a Sith Lord constructed Assassin droid?
Warnings: Insulting, sarcastic, crude droid with a superiority complex and an otherwise low opinion of others.
Room 1-04
[The droid doesn’t really care for the sleep paralysis. Not at all. In fact, as he runs a self-diasgnostic on himself, he’s busy cursing all meatbags everywhere because, obviously, they’re responsible. And as soon as he gets up, he’s moving around and examining everything. Eventually, he gets to his trunk and opens it up. If anything, his eyes glow a bit more as she spots one of his favorite weapons tucked inside as well as several additions to improve his combat efficiency and a hydrospanner.
Well, hopefully his Master was here to perform a few upgrades on him. HK-47 always liked getting upgrades. So long as they weren’t from some chuba-faced fish head like Yuka Laka.
Yes, he read the notes. No, he doesn’t believe them. He always shuts down whenever his master dies and he gets reactivated by a new one. No new master is here so obviously this is false.
And then off he goes, to explore the tower! Feel free to welcome a rusty red colored droid carrying an unnecessarily large blaster.]
Floor 71
Observation: This looks to be the insides of some large meatbag creature.
[So he pokes at the nearest twitching piece of bloody flesh and watches it pulse and quiver with what could be considered fascination. Morbid fascination. Ah well, it doesn’t hold his attention for long and then he leaves.]
Floor 59
[And here, one will find the droid examining various instruments of torture. They’re all primitive in comparison to the techniques he was programmed with but it was interesting to see how much meatbags had advanced over the years. He’s not even sure that anyone in the Republic or among the Sith that remember these things. In fact, he’s not sure it’s if recorded in any historical database.
Stupid meatbags.]
Floor 19
[Watch as this droid holds a book but just one of it’s covers and pokes at it.]
Statement: This is an extremely primitive method of data storage. Whoever is in charge of this place should be ashamed.
Everywhere else
[You might find HK-47 killing monsters or exploring. Most likely you‘ll find him killing things though. He really enjoys killing things.]
damn_meatbags) and OPENSetting: All over (backdated to Feb. 7th before the event)
Format: Action but you’re welcome to prose it up
Summary: Is the tower ready for a Sith Lord constructed Assassin droid?
Warnings: Insulting, sarcastic, crude droid with a superiority complex and an otherwise low opinion of others.
Room 1-04
[The droid doesn’t really care for the sleep paralysis. Not at all. In fact, as he runs a self-diasgnostic on himself, he’s busy cursing all meatbags everywhere because, obviously, they’re responsible. And as soon as he gets up, he’s moving around and examining everything. Eventually, he gets to his trunk and opens it up. If anything, his eyes glow a bit more as she spots one of his favorite weapons tucked inside as well as several additions to improve his combat efficiency and a hydrospanner.
Well, hopefully his Master was here to perform a few upgrades on him. HK-47 always liked getting upgrades. So long as they weren’t from some chuba-faced fish head like Yuka Laka.
Yes, he read the notes. No, he doesn’t believe them. He always shuts down whenever his master dies and he gets reactivated by a new one. No new master is here so obviously this is false.
And then off he goes, to explore the tower! Feel free to welcome a rusty red colored droid carrying an unnecessarily large blaster.]
Floor 71
Observation: This looks to be the insides of some large meatbag creature.
[So he pokes at the nearest twitching piece of bloody flesh and watches it pulse and quiver with what could be considered fascination. Morbid fascination. Ah well, it doesn’t hold his attention for long and then he leaves.]
Floor 59
[And here, one will find the droid examining various instruments of torture. They’re all primitive in comparison to the techniques he was programmed with but it was interesting to see how much meatbags had advanced over the years. He’s not even sure that anyone in the Republic or among the Sith that remember these things. In fact, he’s not sure it’s if recorded in any historical database.
Stupid meatbags.]
Floor 19
[Watch as this droid holds a book but just one of it’s covers and pokes at it.]
Statement: This is an extremely primitive method of data storage. Whoever is in charge of this place should be ashamed.
Everywhere else
[You might find HK-47 killing monsters or exploring. Most likely you‘ll find him killing things though. He really enjoys killing things.]
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[Sort of.]
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[Protocol droid? Programming? ...this is an entirely foreign concept to her...]
Ummm, okay then. Is this Revan person here in the Tower..?
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Answer: Unfortunately, I have not yet been able to locate Master Revan.
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[It's never okay to pass up a chance to bash him.]
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What the heck is a T3-M4...?
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Answer: T3-M4 is a useless piece of scrap metal that claims to be an astromech droid. He's long overdue for a memory wipe.
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[But what the heck is an astromech droid-- Sheba is so confused.]
Maybe... it got one? And that's why it's not here right now and you are?
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Statement: I do not believe our Master would give him a memory wipe since we were currently escaping the Leviathan.
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[But what is that even supposed to mean--]
No offense, but you picked a terrible place to escape to. [Though, if someone came to the Tower as an escape, the place they were trying to leave must have been pretty awful...] Most people are trying to escape from here.
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[Well, you know, escaping from jaw-less Sith Lords, learning your Master is actually your original master who was a sith lord, etc.]
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[People named boats where she was from. It wasn't common, but it did happen. Oh, so maybe it was a boat called the Leviathan that they'd been escaping from...
Huh, naming something that sailed on the seas after something that soared through the skies seemed a little strange to her.
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It is painful. For him.]Answer: The Ebon Hawk is a space-faring vessel. And yes, that is the name of it.
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[The concept really does seem impossible to her, but... HK-47 clearly isn't from her world. He wouldn't have been able to exist on her world, so it's not strange that such a vessel would exist on his.]
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...and I have a name, you know. It's Sheba. Don't call me "meatbag."
[This is a losing battle, I can already tell...]
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[It is.]
Statement: Meatbag-Sheba.
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No, just Sheba!
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[Now he's just trying to be annoying.]
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[This is not a battle she's going to win, but she'll damn well try.]
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She. Ba.
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