HK-52

Interested yet somehow vaguely intrigued, HK kept his sensor's trained on the door. It had been over an hour since the Mandalorian came in and just when it seemed like the entire town had passed through the front doors, his mark finally settled into view. The man's procession was slow yet confident; it seemed, even as he walked, that Jedi Master Onderin Starlisk was rather well known in the galaxy and HK knew that if there was ever a time to do anything, now would be the time to start. Going into the room of his meeting with guns blazing would certainly not be a good idea, but HK was lucky enough to have a few tools of his own for quick disposal. The droid found some time to wander from the bartender and assessed his supplies, laying them on a table. He had a good three shock mines, two tranquilizer darts strong enough to down a rancor, powdered poison that seemed very deadly, and some poison darts that were made using the venom of spiders; their use was in immobilization. It seemed that sleeping bounty Hunter had more valuable supplies then HK cared to notice at the time, but now that he knew what he had it was time to put it to good use. To kill a jedi may have been easier than to capture one HK mused, but he only received half of the normal compensation if he delivered their corpses. Moments after Onderin's entrance, he stared at his secondary mark, walking through the door accompanying Onderin. Aira was a paltry prize, but judging as how she accompanied the Jedi Master only made it worth the droid's while to capture both of them before things could get ugly. Taking the large amount of supplies, HK-52 loaded them into a cargo hatch and decided to play everything off by ear. He would try not to plan too much, because Jedi could sense danger. What would be the point of planning if the Jedi knew your every move? Even a perfectly capable droid, which was often more difficult for a Jedi to detect than a sentient, suffered from this slight inconvenience. So, HK-52 did as his master ordered. He put on his best heartwarming façade and slipped into the room past the bodyguards. The men at the door were no pushovers, but seeing as how HK-52 was an employee of the Cantina he was allowed in to gather their meal orders. If they were going to be here a long time it was imperative that he get them what they needed. The customer was always right after all”¦ The black colored droid slipped well into the room, but he did nothing to hide himself. HK approached the table at an even pace and when he was within hearing of the people before him, he made sure the entire table could see him. Query: ”œBegging your pardon Masters, I am sorry for intruding, but what would you like to indulge in today? We have a wide selection of fine alcoholic beverages and the food is the best in Iziz.”

By some sort of curious luck, if you could call it that, HK's long winded stint of community service led him back to the Cantina; the somewhat empty starport Cantina that the droid seemed interested in ever since he'd been tipped by the owner on where is quarry might be. It seemed the recently hit starport lost a number of not only its clientele due to the crash, but also their employees. One serving droid even started severely deactivating under pressure and after the accident hadn't regained its total programming and structure. The droid seemed a lifeless husk on the ground after only one year of service, which seemed oddly mysterious because its power core was missing. It wasn't until later that the bartender realized this and in the end called HK-52 back to help. It took a while for the Cantina owner to find him, but in the end it seemed that HK was "expecting" his call. The droid seemed to perk up slightly as the man entered, but kept mopping for an old woman that could barely hold a mop on her own much less use it. "Could you be a serving droid?" he asked with not only an expectant look on his face, but an impatient temperament behind it. The droid looked up at the bartender and HK's sensor bars of blue seemed to glimmer in the dim haze of the building. Respectful Affirmation: "Why, yes I can master and oh what a serving droid I will be" The droid seemed to mockingly press upon the mediocrity of the situation, but the bartender paid no attention. With glee the man seemed to project his thoughts about him in random ways. It seemed his only interest was the continue of business and although the bartender knew he would get his clients back, it would take a while to get another serving droid; not to mention, more money than he was willing to spend. HK looked at the man as he hobbled away, using his hands to emphasize his happiness; HK-52 snickered to himself. Once the bartender left calculable levels of eyesight, HK revealed something that he'd holding in his right hand. Within the confines of his metal fingers, the cruel droid possessed a single droid power core and as his fingers came down to crunch the small metal object, HK-52 chuckled a little bit more at the simplicity of such a small crime. With his parties indeed changed, the droid bid the old woman farewell and set off toward the Cantina. The Cantina would be the best place to find a person in town, but I must keep my guard up at all times, the droid suggested to himself internally as he stood analyzing the space, making sure all of the entrances and exits were easily accessible. HK-52 still held a few tricks up his sleeve that he stole from the sleeping Bounty Hunter on the star ship, but they would have to be executed with the utmost secrecy. If he did indeed end up poisoning a drink or piece of food, he needed to make sure his logic was infallible and his lies top notch. So, he practiced on a few individuals, claiming to the bartender that they had some allergic reactions to his food. The bartender, not wanting a lawsuit, sent the people on their way with gift packages and in the end let the people die or fall to heavy slumber peacefully in their homes. So as to not decrease business indefinitely though, HK-52 made sure to only practice on two or three individuals. HK-52 then got to the grunt work and did as the bartender ordered. Anything and everything the man wished in the ways of hygiene and service became true as HK-52 not only served the food, but cleaned the floor and dishes as well. The floors seemed to shine brilliantly underneath the excess rubble of the earlier accident and the washing helped push the shine to the outside world, but it all seemed like dressing on a cake; in the end, a bar was a bar no matter which way you sliced it. Any job HK-52 did however, he made sure he could at least glimpse the front door and/or the counter. It was his priority after all to catch his mark and return it to his employer. So as people walked in, the droid matched them with the Galactic information database, in order to get a more precise heading or lead as to how to proceed. It became clear that something was up though, as an interesting figure of what seemed to be Mandalorian origin joined the ranks of the people in the Cantina. The armor registered as an earlier Mandalore, but the pictures gathered in the database clearly defied this one's figure. This man was different in ways that may have suggested some lineage. However, this new development did not push HK into further investigation for this wasn't his mark.

The droid HK-52 managed to find a repairman with minimal squabble and was able to pay the man off quite nicely. It killed the droid inside to show kindness to such feeble beings, but he hadn't the room to talk as he'd come in for repairs himself. The droid calculated the vessel's crash point at a mere 5 minutes after his departure from the shop, but as he looked upon what surely would've been a beautiful slaughter, he was disappointed to find that the security of the planet had managed to push the explosion down to a small destructive force. Sure the power seemed quite formidable when taking out a few straggling tourists, but the outcome of the droid's design seemed too small to please the robot as he stood upon the ground. Inside his circuitry the droid mused to himself. Query: Where's the Kaboom? Irritated statement: There was supposed to be an Onderon-shattering Kaboom! HK-52 could see as the fleeing tourists screamed in fear, but he did nothing to interrupt them. Instead, HK-52 helped people off of the street in an orderly manner and gave each of them a friendly remark as he passed by the individuals, swearing within his cybernetic mind. The meager acts of kindness gained him regard amongst the populace, but as the crisis continued in only killing a meager few, the people seemed to ignore the droid as he continued doing helpful things around the spaceport to see if he could assist any remaining life forms. It seemed his actions had not gone wholly unnoticed however as a few nearby security agents noticed the droid helping a young girl out from underneath a pile of rubble. Compassionate Statement: "Don't worry little Master, everything will be alright." HK-52 said as he was all too prepared to hack his cybernetic guts out. The girl seemed overjoyed at the assistance though and rewarded the "kind" droid with a big hug, which only invited more due droid nauseousness. The security agents were closing in and closing fast to the droid after this spectacle and they seemed to carry puzzled looks with them. One seemed to be glaring at the droid even more closely as if there weren't flowers beneath HK's cold black chassis. They were treating him as if something he'd done was wrong, but there was no evidence of that. They would have no proof of his malfeasance because to them his motives would inherently seem completely insipid. However, they eyed him like a fish on a hook; it was unnerving to bear their eyes as HK stood their taking their stares in for moments, but after a while one spoke in a rather gruff but somber tone. "Excuse me... Droid, what is it you have business here for? What is your model name and number?" The security man seemed a little unnerved, but HK-52 approached the situation in a very calm manner. Respectful statement: "Master, I am only here, because my previous master was on route from Corellia in that very star ship. You see, it is quite tragic that his trip should end in such a way, but it did. So, as of right now I appear owner less and feel I must help those who need it. As to your latter question, my model name is HK and my number is 52." The security officer hesitated for a moment, somewhat remembering the model name, as he looked straight at the droid, analyzing his every syllable. There was something odd about this droid, but during HK's oration the droid didn't move or twitch in a way that would indicate abnormalities. After a bit more scrutinizing, the security officer decided there was nothing really more to worry about that was of a bigger concern than the people and left the droid alone as he continued further into the wreckage to make sure everything was ok. HK-52 smiled a little inside as he witnessed firsthand the feeble mercy the meat bag offered to the very culprit of the catastrophe around him. It was really very ironic as the droid seemingly went about its way picking up the fallen. While he carried on about his charitable work though, HK-52 never failed to make inquiries to any stranger about strange or important occurrences on Onderon lately; for instance, the entrance of a fairly memorable person on its surface. At first his interrogations were met with little reply as the people he helped walked away with brimming smiles on their faces, but after a few hours of arduous labor, HK's questions were answered. He was very polite when he voiced his inquiries and received a polite answer from the local cantina owner. The star port Cantina had evacuated yes, but the manager stood by to make sure his patrons made it through safely. Not seeing the harm in revealing the information due to the fact it was relatively widespread news on Onderon, the Cantina owner mentioned that HK's mark was present on the surface. HK-52 was gleeful in repose, but the Cantina owner only knew half of what came of this disclosure. HK-52 thanked the owner and set about his quest to find his victim. He wasn't about to disclose his real intentions to anyone and those who would find his actions faulty would be greeted with a well executed and thought of lie. In preparation for more news, HK-52 hid himself as an aid robot for hire around the city.

Breaking the atmosphere, the starport seemed so far from the ship that HK-52 grew tired of waiting. For some time he began to build trust within the starship by communing with the guests and serving as public mediator to give the captain some break. When it seemed appropriate to shut down though, the droid made his way into the captains quarters. The captain's routine morning regiment seemed pretty cut and dry so HK-52 had no problems tweaking it, but what he did not count on was the change in the captain's habits. The next morning, instead of ordering his normal meal he ordered something completely different and even the poison HK-52 poured into the captains water supply had no effect, because the captain skipped out on his shower that day. Instead of taking matters into his own hands though, the droid stood back, continuing his schmoozing, waiting for the moment the captain would fall into old habitual patterns. Oh how HK-52 hated the organics and their undue arrogance over droids. Yes he did nothing to refute their supposed superiority by calling them master, but even his corrupt programming could see beyond the "meatbags'" feeble attempt at living. After a few days the HK droid began to slowly give up his plan and thought about taking a bit more extreme measures, but just as the droid assumed, the captain fell into a coma after two days time. Being his close personal assistant and a droid of many talents HK was charged with assigning a new captain in his stead, but before his responsibility was fulfilled, HK-52 cut the life support on the ship and watched as each and every patron that he had come to put up with die in front of him. The sight was joyous to behold as the ship's crew and remaining technicians tried to rush the system and repair it, but the electronic charges that HK stole from an on board Bounty Hunter blew as the men came too close and thrashed the engineers to the ground, thus cutting the ship off from its remaining assistance. HK-52 worked his way toward the cockpit as he rejoiced in the end of his rather crucial endeavor, but failed to account for the last living sentient on board. His sensors indicated him as the droid rounded a corner and shot by a hard blaster bolt to the chassis. HK was slightly damaged, falling down to a "knee", but the armor had brushed most of the bolt off and it hadn't even scratched his vital systems. A good buffing and that will come right out, the HK unit said to himself as the organic quarry was repeating his barrage. The HK unit backed up into the hall behind him and without thinking ran back in deploying one of his built in stun guns. The droid's accuracy didn't seem to be good as the first blast missed, but the second blast caught the man in the chest as he went down. HK-52 got one more shot from the man, this time in the arm, before the sentient went down and although this shot seemed a bit more extreme, HK-52 needed a chassis buffing anyway. With the last sentient of the ship suffering under the cruel life support drain and his now paralyzed body, HK-52 made his way to the cockpit and steered the ship toward the Onderon star port main building. Based upon the droid's calculations, a higher probability of killing more sentients came when the ship was aimed at a more central hub of the starport building, not the hangar itself. Not knowing that his mark was in the cantina at this moment, HK-52 made his way to an escape pod and fled the Star ship as it made its way toward the ground. It became apparent once the droid got there, that some sentients managed to escape through other pods. Noticing their times of departure however, they put the passengers slightly outside the atmosphere but in the middle of the jungle otherwise. His mark would not know of the droid's involvement in this because the evidence would be effectively erased once the ship hit the ground. With that, HK-52 ejected from the ship and landed safely meters from Iziz. The droid casually made his way in to town, avoiding the local jungle beasts, looking for a droid engineer to repair his parts. He had sufficient materials now for his plan, due to the bounty of passenger materials on the ship, but he still needed to cover up the physical evidence that something happened to his body. [[Killshot against everyone in the Starport]]

HK-52's Character Sheet Identity [!ident] Real Name: Hunter-Killer Assassin Droid Model no.:52 A.K.A: HK-52 Homeworld: Coruscant Industrial sector Species: Droid Physical Description [!dscrp] Age: 2 years or so Height: 2 meters Weight: 317.51kg Hair: N/A Sensor Color: Blue Plating Color: Onyx Gender Programming: His Programming is of masculine nature. Equipment [!equip] Clothing or Armor: His entire body is made of a phrik/durasteel mesh alloy. The phrik does not dominate the armor itself, but it helps block a lightsabre blow or two to make his assassination attempts more effective. The armor is more a steel dominated alloy than phrik due to the large ambitions of the mechanic, but the limited budget. It is also heavy. The droid has no apparent problem in moving due to his rather expert craftsmanship (and about 25 different prototypes), but he is rather heavy. Weapon: Integrated Modular weapon mounts (which have small blasters installed (they have stun and kill settings), Blaster Rifle, and Droid Assassin's Blaster Rifle. Common Inventory: The droid does have a built in comm, but in a way has no real need for material possessions aside from artillery. He did carry about 2k credits though to help buy the things he would need for his "job". Faction Information [!factn] Non-Force User Alignment: His will is bent to the will of his master only int he ways of morality. He kills who he kills for no reason other than the succession of his programming. He does understand however that "meatbags", while useful, are only as useful as he allows them to be. Current Faction Affiliation: TBA Current Faction Rank: N/A History: [!hstry] Known Skills: Protocol Droid Capabilities: As an HK droid his primary cover is that of a protocol droid. So, his translation capabilities are top notch and he performs very well in high societal situations. Assassination Protocol: His primary function however, is and will always be assassination. As such, he is capable of handling most blaster weapons. He has mounts built in for special blaster like devices that have been installed. The current blasters he has installed in them are really only used for Stunning his opponents. HK ancestry: being part of the line of HK robots makes him part of something rather old. His behaviors might be new (however similar), but the idea of an HK droid is a memorable one. Due to HK-47's havoc on Mustafar, and his trials and tribulations with Revan and the Jedi Exile years ago. Assembly Line: The Manufacturer of this robot sees the fragility in letting his creation wander out into the world, so as a precaution he set a a chip in HK-52 that notifies him of its destruction hence ushering in the next HK-52 to take its place. Background: ((I am probably going to make a few things up from canon, but I found nothing of HK-47's death on record so I am pretty much spit balling here - if I can't, let me know)) Its mysterious how the world seemingly forgot HK-47. It wasn't so much as a memory loss though, but the fact that HK-47 hazed from existence in the Galaxy so very long ago. After his terror of robots upon the planet Mustafar was quelled by rebellious spacers, the droid just faded away, but he wasn't as "gone" as people suspected he was. He laughed at the spacers and even taunted them for his prolonged existence, giving them a hologram of his self to joke at their feeble accomplishment, but again his time in the galaxy seemed to have stopped. ((that is where the wookiepedia info stops)). However, near the present, a time oh so familiar to many of us today, a scavenger roamed the planetary wastes of Mustafar. His search was for the parts of robots and things that had existed there long ago before the time of Anakin. His search was futile however, because due to the age of the parts he wanted, they eventually wasted away upon the harsh Mustafarian environment. He was ignorant though and continued aimlessly following an empty road. It was during this rather aimless and naive quest though, that he came upon something extremely old, but still glaring at him from beneath the dirt. He thought the heat of Mustafar was getting to him, but once the scavenger dug further he realized there was something staring at him from the ground. HK-47's broken chasis was found under the dirt, but it had been so long his foul war against the organics had long been forgotten. Being an antique, he was very expensive when it came to his auction and fetched the scavenger a pretty penny, but the man that bought the demonic relic had less than civil things in mind for his new toy. He was an engineer, a droid engineer, that dabbled in some very illegal experiments, but never before had he seen a more beautiful relic of the past as HK-47. The engineer didn't quite understand the origins of the remains, but it wasn't long before he sought to duplicate the droid's design and functions. He even tried to replicate and improve a few of what seemed to be the more pressing defunct qualities of the old model. He was dissatisfied for at least a total of 25 repetitious failures, but after his hard work he marveled at the creation before him. Never before had he been so proud of his work than when it talked and walked in front of him. The scientist's motivations were unclear at the time, but the old man seemed to have his fair share of robotics adorning his body. It was the old man's "wish" that HK-52 go off into the world and do "good", but the undercurrents of his request suggested something deeper... Recent History: Funded by Smash, the diabolical inventor continued to pump out more and more droids to do the beck and call of the Black Sun in their attempts at diverting national attention and pin destructive responsibility upon the shoulders of the Jedi in efforts to get them out of their hiding place. The legion of droids' efforts on Kashyyyk were short lived however when their broadcast was over and they were no longer needed. This of course drew a stagnation of duty that their master would not allow and their mentally unstable master has since let them loose upon the world.