HK-57

This is my alias, Tarrian said it would be alright if I made one considering I've been on the site before. CHARACTER SHEET Real Name: Howl Koran Nickname: Howl/Wolf Age: 16 Species: Shistavanen Height: 1.8 meters Weight: 150 lbs Fur: Dark brown, some white on the chest Eyes: Viridian/Emerald Sex: Male Home World: Uvena Prime Alignment: Lawful Good Clothing: Brown/Earthy robes Weapon: Currently just a an old sword and an old hunting rifle. Force User Inventory: Credits (Howl doesn't live a very rich life) Possessions: Junky Z-95 head hunter, and some necessary supplies to keep Howl sustained. Brief History- Born to a small isolated family on a small isolated world, Howl Koran didn't live in a world of luxury. He killed his food and lived on what he needed, never took anything he didn't need and loved his family. Nothing tragic happened, no epic tale, just a simple realization”¦ Howl was witnessed by his family to have a strong connection to the force, so naturally they gave him the choice to leave for a life as a Jedi. Howl left, saying his farewells and hoping to make his family proud.

After HK-57 had received the comm from his would-be employer, he accessed his memory core and "remembered" where he had seen a large structure. He took off in the direction of the structure, went inside without any trouble, and made his way to conference room 5. The droid stepped inside the room, his metallic foot clanking on the floor, his crimson photoreceptors acknowledging everything in the room. He set his gaze at the meatbag that must have been Kal. HK stood rigid. Query: Are you not the meatbag I was sent to discuss business terms with? HK-57 waited for Kal's reply.

The Skipray jerked as it soared through the atmosphere. HK could see the formations of the land below, he stored the information in his databank and pulled back on the throttle for a controlled landing. His movements were fluent but yet mechanically rigid unlike other beings' such as "meatbags." HK popped the seal on the cockpit door and threw it open, stepping out. The repeating blaster rifle he held was warming up, ready for a quick firefight or subtle kill. He initiated the fuel injection lines in his arm, so the flamethrower was ready to torch any organic that crossed his path. A quick fleeting movement caught his red photoreceptors. A small unknown mammalian critter skittered past his durasteel frame and took off towards some brush. HK-57 leveled his blaster and squeezed off a shot, turning the creature into a fried and bloody mass that flopped into the brush. He lowered the blaster and aimed his right arm at the bushes and ignited the flamethrower. Dancing orange and red flames leaped from the ignition source engulfing everything in the vicinity in fire... Everything seemed to be working perfectly. Statement: Ready to serve. HK, even with advanced AI and a higher intelligence level then most mindless drones, still had programming which caused his vocabulator to pronounce, what he thought was, useless information. The thing that really singed his wires was that he said serve. With all his intelligence and mechanical will, HK couldn't keep himself from saying it. To serve was to be lower, and therefore have someone who ordered him around, creating a master/minoin relationship that he didn't at all care for. Queing his installed commlink he sent out a message to his hopefully (if droids can even hope) new employer with a stolen frequency that was sure to find him. Statement: Mindan, I have arrived on this pathetic planet and am in need of a chance to blast some "meatbags," for your highly desired credits. Query: Are you not in need of a highly tuned precision instrument such as myself? HK flicked off his commlink, there was no need to say more. If the leader of this Black Sun couldn't find him, by tracing the message and finding his location, or by sending him another message, then this employer wasn't worth the trouble.

CHARACTER SHEET Real Name: Wolf Shadowan Nickname: Wraith (Comes from his ghost like appearance and how his cape seems to flow behind him.) Age: 25 Species: Taung (Mandalorian) Height: 6' (With armor it appears to be approx. 6'2”˜') Weight: 180 lbs Hair: There really is no hair on a Taung (Grey dread-like appendages/skin) Eyes: Yellow. Sex: Male Home world: Dxun Alignment: Chaotic Neutral Clothing: Mandalorian armor adorned in black, grey, and crimson. A black and tattered cape(full body) decorated with a slightly lighter mythosaur skull. A mask much like Mandalore the Ultimate's, but black, and the visor is the deepest crimson so it almost appears black. The armor Wraith wears could be called ”œout of date,”