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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.]

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[Sometimes the other library could get pretty crowded... So Orihime sometimes took the trek up to 19, after watching a little TV in the media room. That was why she was sitting in a chair, with a huge book open in front of her. She might have been reading before, but now her eyes were peeking over the top of the book, watching the robot intently.]

[Another non-dwemer automaton, much like that Legion thing. Fascinating.

Vicente approaches the metal thing from the shadows.]

And what do we have here?

[He pokes at the pages again and then becomes decidedly uninterested and tosses the book aside. Not caring. This is uninteresting and primitive and he actually misses his Master and the meatbags on the Ebon Hawk.

He doesn't miss T3 though. He never misses T3. Stupid astromech droid.]

[Turning to look at the meatbag, rather curious himself.]

Answer: We have nothing, meatbag.

[Oh, and the smartassedness begins already.]

Statement: I am an HK-series protocol droid.

Ah...

[Her book was lowered a bit more, and she continued staring]

You don't like books?

[Sheba, a different book in hand, pauses as she's about to walk past the droid. She raises an eyebrow.]

They've got plenty to be ashamed of, aside from the books!

"Meatbag"? Can't say I've heard that one before.

[He can snark too.]

Nor am I familiar with "protocol droids".

Answer: It is not a matter of liking or disliking them. They are a primitive and ineffective method of data storage.

[No, he doesn't. Books are stupid and waste space.]

Statement: Most meatbags have something to be ashamed of. It's the nature of their existence which makes my occupation all the more entertaining.

[He totally means as a protocol droid. And no other suspiciously illegal functions.]

Statement: It is in reference to your squishy and fragile bipedal form.

[So very fragile. Why, he could probably kill you with one shot from his blaster!]

Explanation: Protocol droids are used to translate various languages across the galaxy to prevent misunderstandings. Especially during political negotiations.

Oh! Because you're a robot, huh? You can probably store everything in your... uh... In your circuits!

Your ... occupation?

[Somehow she doesn't think trying to read the robot's mind is going to work, so she's not even going to try.]

Did the Administrators give you a job to do here, too?

I see. That sounds quite useful. How easy it would be for scholars and mages to explore ruins if they had a machine such as yourself who could translate.

[And yet what would a machine used for translating be looking at torture devices for?]

Statement: I am a protocol droid, not a primitive remote controlled robot.

[Ugh.]

Addendum: And all data is stored in my memory core.

Answer: I am a protocol droid, it was not something assigned to me by the administrators. This is the skill I was programmed with by my Master, Revan.

[Sort of.]

[Don't ask questions like that. It's a completely innocent fascination. There's no harm at all in a protocol droid investigating things.]

Statement: The assistance of a protocol droid is often used in the exploration of ancient ruins.

...

[Protocol droid? Programming? ...this is an entirely foreign concept to her...]

Ummm, okay then. Is this Revan person here in the Tower..?

Lucky guess, then.

[Vicente goes over to one of the torture devices and examines it.]

Quite fascinating devices, wouldn't you agree?

[Primitives.]

Answer: Unfortunately, I have not yet been able to locate Master Revan.

[Oh ho ho, yes they are. And he really wants to say as much but this person is strange and not one of his masters friends.]

Answer: They are.

Statement: However the use of these forms of torture is incredibly primitive and no longer used by either the Republic or Sith.

Oh, that's too bad... don't give up, though. Just because someone's hard to find doesn't mean they're not here. This place is big enough that it's definitely possible to go a really long time without seeing them, even if they've been here all along.

Statement: I do not intend to give up, meatbag. I am a far more determined and capable droid that they bucket of bolts, T3-M4.

[It's never okay to pass up a chance to bash him.]

They are quite typical by my own world's status. I am guessing you are from a more advanced world and time?

...uh, okay. I'll take your word for it, I guess.

What the heck is a T3-M4...?

Wow! Where are you from? Are you from the future?

[Her book was left behind, and she was up and moving closer.]

Ah, or another planet?!

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