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.