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  1. Inside Star Destroyer above Coruscant that Agent Orin left: >Please just let me attach an arm on…< Fera buzzed again for the 8th time. Ruin, standing inside the workshop, tossed aside the piece of machinery designed for some Darktrooper chassis like it was a piece of junk. The technician standing by flinched at the noise of the metal clashing against the ground. “I’m sorry, um, droid?” the technician stammered as he went to pick up the fallen arm. “Our options for a droid of your calibur are somewhat… limited. With your chassis designs kept private on Mechis III, we don’t have the clearance to fetch them at the moment.” “Bullets and casings. Shells and mortars.” Ruin commented as he walked around the workshop, stopping to pick up random pieces of metal and comparing them to his shoulder. The technician looked at Fera confused. >Too small< Fera explained from her tabletop. The technician flinched again as another piece of metal was tossed aside. “Well..uh, i think we have an old model of a B2 somewhere in storage on the planet. I might be able to get it brought up…” Fera shook her body. >Negative. Such hands lack digits for fine motor manipulation.< The technician sighed. “That limits our options extremely then. Honestly your best bet for a perfect is to get a flight to Mechis for a replacement. But until then, he will have to make do with either this modified dark trooper hand, or go without a…” “Blood and guts!” Ruin exclaimed from the other end of the workshop. The two turned and looked at the Terror droid. He was standing and pointing at a glass container mounted on the wall. Inside the large container sat the remains of something old. “That? Ya, that’s mine…” The technician exclaimed as he rushed over. “I’m a bit of a collector, and the commander finally let me put this on display. If i get enough of the right parts i might get it to work again, but honestly I doubt that'll happen. Ruin stared at the thing inside. The Warden 10-24 sat inside motionless, not a spark of life in it. Despite its advanced age, the remains of the body were well taken care of. It was missing a lower half body as well as part of its head and one of its eyes, but the red shine its outer plates had helped explain the reason why the droid model was nicknamed “RedTerror” Without warning, Ruin smashed the glass with his good hand and grabbed the dead chassis arm. With a yank and a tug, Ruin ripped the droid’s arm out of its socket and dragged it to the nearest workbench. “B…b...but that’s…” The technician stammered. Fera crawled over to a computer console and began to type something in. >I am uploading several codes. Take these to Mechis III and the droids there will give you everything you need to repair your Warden 10-24 completely, as well as some credits for your troubles< With that taken care of, Fera crawled back over to Ruin, who had sat down with his shoulder against the table where the arm lay. “Rip and tear. Blast and smash…” Ruin commented. >Indeed. Please stay still while I operate. < Fera stopped and buzzed at the technician. >I also need a battery pack from one of your laser rifles. Just the power pack will do.<
  2. TerrorBot

    Korriban

    At the Jedi’s yelling, Ruin’s blank black sensors stared back at the Jedi. The bloodied fist likely did more damage to the Jedi than the droid’s durasteel chassis. Despite all the emotions Ruin gave off during every fight, his face held no expression that could give away what his processing unit was and wasn’t understanding. Even the dripping of new blood on Ruin’s face gave no sign of emotion. Fera was much similar, though she at least swayed slightly back and forth on Ruin’s shoulder, giving a semblance of life. Ruin stayed silent as the Jedi walked away. Even at the Agent’s words, Ruin continued to watch the Jedi. Fera buzzed in. >While I agree with how Ruin’s actions were necessary, I believe that outburst may be helpful for Ruin in the long run.< Fera tapped Ruin's head a few times to emphasize her point. >Ruin has potential for consciousness. He is my ward so I can help make sure this occurs. His original programming was to kill all Jedi and their allies, but modified by a Jedi to kill all Sith and their allies. Having a Jedi commit such an outburst about actions sanctioned by Jedi past may help generate nuance in the future. Or it may solidify his programming and make him more resistant to Jedi commands in the future. He is from a different time so it is impossible to tell at the moment.< Ruin pointed at where the Jedi was last. “Hurtings and healings. Tanks and patches?” >Yes, he will be fine< Ruin nodded at this and retrieved what was left of his arm. There was little more than a fist left whole. “Junk and scrap” Ruin commented as he tossed the piece away. “Reload cartridges and resupply grenades” >Review your memory banks. I did warn you< Ruin followed Agent Orin, hammer and gun on his back, and pistol back in his holster. Fera was rapidly tinkering at Ruin’s backside, making minor repairs to where she could without getting in the way, but given the damage, it would never become 100% operable until better services could be found.
  3. TerrorBot

    Korriban

    The sith howled. The defeated man staggered forward. The blade was raised and being used to kill one of his foes in a blind rage. Ruin bullrushed the sith. Rage against rage, metal against flesh. As Ruin charged past everyone, he brought down his makeshift weapon down. The blade was already up to block and deflect the strike. Ruins arm weapon sizzled and the lightsaber cut through the metal easily enough. However, as a result of focusing on the arm, the rest of Ruin continued forward. The sheer weight and force of Ruin's body knocked the elderly man down like a corellian corvette knocking over a skyscraper building. Not giving a moment to comprehend the situation, Ruin roared as he brought his foot up. "Kill all Sith!" The foot went down. The head exploded like a melon. Ruin did not stop. He brought his foot up again and continued to stomp violently, ensuring that each piece of skull and brain matter were flattened into a thin paste on the floor. The floor boomed as the terror droid brought all of his weight down over and over again. Finally, he spun slightly and brought the remains of his arm onto the siths weapon. The lightsaber shattered as the terror droid battered it over and over, his own arm exploding with debris with each strike. Finally, Ruin slowed and stopped. He looked over the remains as if in thought. He struggled at first, but eventually dropped his arm on the remains of the corpse. Ruin turned to the others. "Blood and guts. Brains and bashings. Sheaths and holsters." The terror droid stated as he pointed at the remains, almost proudly. Fera clamered over her ward's shoulder, willing to translate again. >Ruin says that he believes all the sith in the vicinity are dealt with.< Ruin looked at the jedi and then down at the lightsaber remains. A glow from inside made Ruin kick it towards the jedi. The small sith crystal fell at the Jedi's feet. Ruin shrugged towards the jedi, indicating he had no idea what to do with it. Better to let a mystic take care of the mystical. >Agent< Fera buzzed. >Might we be able to access a repair facility? My ward's arm is beyond saving, but I'd like a place to operate on his inner workings<
  4. TerrorBot

    Korriban

    “Rip and tear…” Ruin grunted as his systems powered back on. The Terror droid sat up suddenly and glanced around, hearing a scratching noise somewhere. "Sith?" Fera crawled over his shoulder, revealing herself. >Hold still. You have been powered down for a moment. I was able to restart your systems with minimal damage to your processes, but there are some repairs that need to be done.< Ruin stopped and looked down at himself. He was in bad shape. The fall had created some new dents in his heavy chassis. Judging by the looks of it, Ruin hit something harder than himself. Ruin tried to raise an arm to test his systems fully, only to realize he was a little lighter. “Armed and de-armed…” Ruin commented as he reached forward, much to Fera’s annoyance. Slowly, he picked up the remains of his arm, almost shattered to disintegration between the shoulder and elbow joints. Ruin held it slightly up towards Fera, shaking the dangling arm like a limp doll. “Lock and load…” The Buzz droid stopped from her repairs on Ruin’s systems and looked at the limb. >Are you sure?< “Gotta rip and tear. Smash and bash. Hammer too heavy. Gun too big. Sith must die. Kill all Sith.” Ruin shook the arm again. “Lock and load” Fera gave a buzz that could be translated as a sigh. Sealing the point of her repairs in the Terror Droid’s neck, she jumped to the arm and began to operate its insides. By giving just enough power to active certain motors, the arm’s joints completely locked themselves up. Ruin, who held the arm by its hand, made sure Fera locked the fingers together. Ruin picked himself up from the ground and, holding the club before him, Ruin studied the weapon briefly. “Groovy” >That’s the second time i’ve ever heard you say that< Fera commented, jumping back to Ruin’s body to continue her repairs. >A sign of growth< Somewhere deeper in the hallways, laughter, a lightsaber and a gun could be heard. “Scrap growth!” Ruin shouted. “Gotta rip and tear! Guts and guns, guns and guts! Arms and armories, haha!” Ruin charged at the noises with all the subtlety of an enraged Reek.
  5. TerrorBot

    Korriban

    Ruin stood still at the center of the entrance chamber, looking around at the carnage that had occurred. With the combined forces, each and every Sith soldier had been shot, dismembered, smashed or torn asunder. While the Jedi’s lightsaber cauterized the wounds instantly, and the laser blasts were thankfully goreless, Ruin had seen to it that the room was bloody enough. “Kill…all Sith!” Ruin shouted, pausing as if he needed to pant, his programming selling the imagery that he was more barbaric than logic. >odd…< Fera beeped as she crawled over to Ruin’s leg, her attennea flicking every which way. >I am detecting a power increase compared to when we first entered the building. It is coming directly below us< Ruin glanced at the Buzz droid. “Bombs and bombings?” Fera crawled up Ruin to his shoulder, beeping into his sensors. >Unlikely. Opportune moment to cause maximum damage to invading forces has passed. It must have something to do with the forces stalling for time< Ruin glanced towards the floor. Then, without a word, he retrieved the Soulbraker hammer and positioned himself and slammed it into the ground. The unpowered weapon left a crack in the floor but did no further damage. >Wait, Ruin, halt, your arm is not properly fixed to…< Fera started to buzz, but Ruin ignored the small droid. Instead, with a twist of the hammer’s hilt, the weapon came to life. Red energy coursed through its insides as the powerpack began to resonate with the kyber crystal connected to the unique Sith alchemized shockwave/repulsorlift generators in the hammer’s head. Ruin raised the hammer and brought it down again. The Shockwave sent from the hammer made a deafening boom in the room as small pieces of debris and bodes next to Ruin went flying. Only Ruin, and Fera who clutched tightly to the Terror Droid, stayed in place. The effects were immediate. The building itself shook slightly as it absorbed most of the Hammer’s energy, but the floor was beginning to crumble. However, Ruin’s arm became noticeably disjointed, its outer plates literally shorn off as the backlash from the hammer affected the droid. >Ruin, halt!< Fera demanded. >This action is both illogical and detrimental. You will damage…< Ruin brought down the hammer again. Again, the building shook. The Floor cracked greater. It was obvious there was something was underneath, and Ruin, who’s arm barely hung on by a messjob of welding, would find it “Break and bash. Seek and smash!” Fera pled with her ward. >Ruin, I calculate a 99% chance of your arm not able to function at all with another attack. If you do so, you will be literally disarmed until…< Ruin didn’t listen. “Smash and kill all Sith!” He shouted as he brought the hammer down again, with all the force his chassis could bring down. The final smash shook the building again. Ruin’s arm, damaged before, shattered apart from the backlash. However, the floor broke through, and the two, Ruin still clutching the hammer with his good arm, Fera clutching to Ruin’s bad shoulder, as well as whoever decided to follow, fell downwards into the bowels of the building’s underground.
  6. TerrorBot

    Korriban

    “Blood and guts!” Ruin shouted over the fire of the weapon he had unceremoniously tore from the ornaments. “Death to Sith!” >Warning!< Fera buzzed in alarm, radioing directly to the comm system built into the Terror Droid. >Incoming threat detected!< Ruin turned his head slightly. In the corner of his sensors he spotted the threat. The large lizard on all fours at times was decorated like some ranking commander, but the lust for battle in its eyes rivaled that of many beasts. “Blood and fire! Bigger bodies make bigger falls, hahaha!!” Ruin laughed as he turned to face the commander. Barrel facing the threat, Ruin pulled the trigger, only to get three more shots off before it clicked uselessly “Fight me!!” Ruin challenged anyway, despite the weapon's drained battery. Then the commander went down momentarily as shots rang out. Ruin glanced over, and saw the Agent aiming his weapon towards the Commander. Buckshot after buckshot rang out, and even with the hail of gunfire all around, Ruin could hear each individual blast. “Hahaha! Yes!” Ruin shouted proudly, raising a fist to the man. After the battle, Fera would recognise this moment as one of rare bonding between the two. At least, in Ruin's eyes. “Guns and guts! Guts and guns! Blood and bullets!” With the opportunity presented itself, Ruin let go of the handle of the large weapon and grabbed it by the red-hot barrel. As a titan from another era, Ruin charged the commander, gun-turned-club over his head. Bringing it down, the last thing the roaring, bleeding commander saw was the empty repeater blaster descending. Ruin let go of the weapon, letting it stick where the commander’s skill used to be. The weapon remained upright, the remains barely holding the metal from falling over itself. “Bash and brains!” Ruin announced. With that, he came to notice the rest of the Sith forces focusing on the Jedi. In his droid mind, even the magic of the Jedi could not prevent the onslaught Sanguis faced “Separate! Slice and dice!” Ruin shouted. Fera nodded, understanding her ward’s idea. Even as Ruin brought his hand back, she crawled along her arm and rested in his palm. Ruin threw the Buzz droid with all his mechanical might. Fera crashed into a soldier, and before he could fully react, she had crawled to his face and sliced through both eyes. With that, she leapt from the screaming man and attacked the next being. Ruin on the other hand went the opposite direction. By dividing and conquering, they could cause more chaos to the enemy forces, and give the Jedi a better chance of survival. Vibro blade extended, Ruin got to work. “Rip and tear!” Ruin shouted as he slashed and literally ripped off a soldier's arm. Another makeshift club to be quickly used. Another corpse. Another day in the life of killing Sith.
  7. TerrorBot

    Korriban

    >Arm is now 80% functional. I'd advise not using that hammer when powered as it could damage your shoulder further< Reported Fera, unable to do any other further repairs in the time limit given. She crawled away from the shoulder onto Ruins backside and positioned herself in a safe position, preparing for the combat about to occur. Ruin tested his fixed arm, clenching his fist and releasing like a human would after surgery. He then followed this by slamming the nearby wall with it, creaking some cracks in the black stone. “Groovy” Ruin commented and nodded to the others. He was ready. The grenades were thrown. The Jedi charged. The blaster fire changed direction. “Rip and Tear!“ Ruin declared as he charged, stopping only to grab the Hammer he had dropped earlier. In the chaos of blaster fire, Ruin moved like the terror droid he was. His model was built for causing terror in the battle lines. To destroy morale and to cause chaos to the best well laid plans the enemies created. Here, Ruin metaphorically shined like he had just come off the assembly line. Five steps forward, a leap over a pile of sandbags, and a swing. A soldier went flying into a wall with 7 broken ribs and a pair of crushed lungs. Three steps over. Ruin swung wildly, hammer colliding with another soldier’s head. One step forward. Ruin swung and let go of the hammer, the impromptu ballistic missile hitting a soldier on a turret on an upper level, sending him flying to his death. Another soldier turned to the droid. A step forward, a grip on the throat and leg, and a throw sent the man flying. Several steps, and Ruin was at the steps, behind several soldiers. Ruin raced upwards. The man at the top received a knee to the groin and two fists to the head, crushing the skull entirely. Ruin was at the turret now. The chaos created by the Jedi and the agent’s grenades was proving effective. The Sith hadn’t even mounted a proper reaction to him yet. While the original user of the turret was behind ruin, crushed by his thrown hammer, a new user was manning it. Ruin simply grabbed him and kicked him head first off the edge. The turret was heavy duty to say the least. A modified repeater blaster connected directly into a power bank nearby. The gun easily weighed 50 lbs and had to be mounted on a tripod in order to be used effectively, and the power bank another 20 lbs. Ruin, who never cared about the weight of certain objects unless he was using them as a blunt weapon, picked the think up. With a slice from his vibro blade in his wrist, he disconnected the gun from the tripod and hoisted the thing up. One hand at the trigger, one hand near the barrel, Ruin turned the gun towards the enemy troops. “Violence! Fear! The great communicators!” Ruin shouted as he opened fire. Ruin did not stop holding the tigger at any point, letting shot after shot ring out. So many shots fired that the gun had started to heat up. Had Ruin been a human, he would’ve burned his hands, but being made of wires and metal, he felt nothing. Instead he only laughed from his perch.
  8. TerrorBot

    Korriban

    Ruin grunted as he peaked around the corner and, with his good arm, fired a few shots with the blaster pistol that almost looked comically small in his large hands.While it was capable for military use, it certainly didn’t lend itself to the power that the Terror Droid was used to. “Blastors and bombs!” Ruin cursed as he pulled back to avoid a series of return fire shots. Fera, jostled from her position, buzzed angrily. >Stay still please< she ordered. >Reattaching your shoulder joints and servo motors is proving to be more difficult than i initially expected. Expected fix time is…< Fera didn’t get to finish, as this was the moment that the Jedi arrived. “Status Report?” Ruin and Fera both paused looked at the Jedi. Despite being droids, they did give off a look of oddity, as if they were wondering if what was obvious to them wasn't to the organic. “Blasters and blasters and cannons” Ruin grunted while pointing his tiny blaster towards his non-functioning arm. sparks frew from the broken joint as Fera continued to work on it >Indeed. Resistance inside is much more intense than expected. While we were able to break into the building, we suffered injuries. However, near functionality will be restored in…< “Blocking and bashing!” Ruin interrupted, pointing at the Jedi. “Slice and dice! Wizard magic! End all the Sith!” Fera nodded as her torch continued to fuse two pieces of metal together. >My ward does have an excellent point. My internal records show that the Jedi are experts at providing defensive cover with both blade and the Force. Unless our forces have some sort of shielding devices, you may be the best option to getting a foothold inside. From my scans, this main entrance hall is wide and open, but further in it will become extremely close quarters.< “Rip and tear!” Ruin roared in agreement.
  9. TerrorBot

    Korriban

    Ruin gave a singular thumbs up towards Agent Orin and returned to his stolen speeder. The machine sagged slightly under the droids weight but managed to stay up with its repulsors. A quick revving on the engine and Ruin took off. “Smash and crash! Seek and define! Kill all Sith! Corescant’s ruins avenged!” Ruin called out for all to hear, holding the hammer in the air like some kind of battle cry. The distance wasn’t too great, and thanks to the turbolaser bombardment, most of the enemy forces had been dealt with. The few stragglers crawling for their lack of legs or dying on the ground were of no matter. The Praxeum veered into view. The command center for the planet, the pyramid structure looked intimidating to say the least. Its black stone structure pierced the reddish sky like a spear into a living body. What light shined on the world was only absorbed, giving it a night-like color tinted with red. Ruin continued riding towards it at full speed. Its exterior doors were visible now, between pillars and broken bodies. “Fear infests. Sith hide” Ruin commented. >Indeed. However, it does strike rather unusual that there are no outer defenses< Ruin shrugged at Fera’s buzzings. As he got closer to the Praxeum, he swerved the bike and jumped off and charged the door. Several steps and he raised a foot to kick the black stone in. As testament to its original builders, the door shook under the Terror Droid’s kick, but didn’t budge. Ruin raised a hand to the door and felt its smooth exterior, marveling at its handiwork. “Strong and sturdy” Ruin commented. Then he retrieved his hammer again. A twist of the handle, and the thing buzzed with life, red energy flowing around its cracks as the Kyber crystal was activated. “Fall before me!” >Ruin, wait!> Fera tried to stop the Terror droid, sensing a trap. But it was too late. Ruin had swung the weapon forward. The hammer connected with the stone and released an energy wave, making the whole building shudder slightly as the door exploded inwards. Such a blow would have taken a Gammorean’s arm off, and even the Terror Droid’s arm joints would need to be recalibrated later. The dust hadn’t even start to settle when the Grand Hall lit up with blaster and cannon fire. One lucky cannon shot clipped the Terror Droid’s shoulder and sent him flying backwards, and more fire followed. The hammer fell with a heavy thud in the doorway to the Grand Entrance Hall. “Gah! Pain and penances!” Ruin declared. He tried to stand, but then discovered the reality that his left arm was at the moment completely useless. The shot had ripped several key joints and wires right out of the body. Already Fera was assessing the damage, who had been luckily on Ruin’s other shoulder. The Terror Droid didn’t have time to think. Programming dictated to worry about wounds later. Immediate safety was pivotal. With one swift motion, Ruin grabbed the X-Pyre Grenade at his side, activated it and chucked it into the hall. The blaster fire momentarily stopped as a large explosion of blue hot fire lit up the area, caking sections of the room. This moment was all Ruin needed to get up and race to the edge of the doorway, out of view on those inside. “Kriffers and kissers” Ruin cursed, pulling a blaster pistol out. >Don’t you dare< Fera rebuked the Droid, giving his system a shock with a well placed zap. >Let me get this in working order first, and with the others, we will take them out. Otherwise there is %1.05 chance you will emerge the battle alive< Ruin looked at the small droid and seemed to almost consider going against her words. But instead he nodded. “Radio” >Quite right< Fera commented as she began welding two broken pieces together. >Agent Orin, Master Jedi, we have made contact. Exterior of building is not as well defended as previously thought, but Grand Entrance hall is heavily fortified. Ruin is injured but will be repaired quickly.< “Suspicions and questions,” Ruin added. >Agent, something is off about this. If they were hoping for victory, they would have more exterior defenses to hold you back longer. But instead it's more like they are fortifying key points to stall us. Unsure why yet, but you may want to hurry.<
  10. TerrorBot

    Korriban

    As the barrage of turbo lasers fell over the battlefield, decimating Sith forces with impunity, Ruin and Fera rode towards it. The speeder bike, taken from the base, ran under full power, barely holding the heavy titan that drove it forward. Even as the fire rained down, Ruin continued to drive towards it, laughing the entire way. “Wreck and maim!” Ruin shouted as he flew into the area just as the barrage of hellfire ended. “Death and destruction! Fear and despair!” Taking one hand off the controls, Ruin retrieved the Hammer from his backside and swung it forward. The few survivors of the barrage were not ready for the Terror Droid to swoop past them. The first cultist’s head exploded as the hammer connected. The next one barely dodged the swing, but didn’t have a chance to fire back, as Ruin was already driving away towards the next target. Another cultist, wounded from blaster fire, was impaled on the speeder’s frame before falling to the wayside. Ruin swerved the speeder around and charged the remaining forces once more. Swinging over and over again at the enemies, Ruin continued to splatter blood across the field. While the Soulbreaker Hammer weighed a ton, Ruin seemed to wield the thing effortlessly. The momentum of it’s weight and the speeder bike’s speed combined meant that most enemies meeting it instantly died. The bits of blood and gore dripping from it’s head were evident of it's effectiveness. “Hahaha! Death to the Sith! Hell’s heart fears me!” Ruin laughed as he sped towards Alliance forces. >Located Agent Orin< Fera beeped into Ruin’s audio sensors. >Marked on your HUD< The speeder swerved into a stop before the Agent and the Jedi. The droid quickly jumped off and joined the two, following alongside, hammer in both hands. Now, with solid ground under his feet, he could actually activate the weapon and use its full potential. “Crush and smash! Directions and guiding's?” Ruin commented, looking to the two. >Agent, Jedi, we are reporting for duty. What is the next objective?<
  11. TerrorBot

    Korriban

    “Click Click!” Ruin warned as the sound of fanatics charged down the left hallway. Ruin stepped around the corner, finger already pulling on the trigger. By the time the trigger was fully pulled down, Ruin had already aimed in the general direction of the fanatics. “Boom!” The nearest one was unfortunately only a few feet away when the flechettes launched. If the pieces of shrapnel tore through brain matter didn’t kill the first one, the blood loss would very quickly end his life. As the fanatic fell, the others behind him were undeterred. While they were slightly injured from the flechette blast, they continued to charge and run forward like demons. Ruin laughed. A step forward and he brought the butt of his flechette launcher up to the nearest enemies head, slamming him into the wall. Ruin followed this with another bash, smashing the skull over the durasteel wall. Ruin spun around and grabbed the next fanatic by the neck and lifted him up. The others had finally regained their composure and began to open fire. Makeshift shield in hand, Ruin charged forward until he slammed into another enemy. Throwing the fanatic forward, the two bodies crumpled on the floor as Ruin continued on. Two more fanatics stood in the way. A few moments later, two more bodies, one decapitated and the other missing both his legs, laid on the floor. “Guts and guns” Ruin commented as he charged on, fists now caked with blood. Thanks to Fera’s calculations based on where the fanatics were coming from, Ruin found the command room. The commander didn’t have a chance to draw his weapon. Ruin had moved across the room at lightning speed, and like a previous fanatic, lifted him by the neck. “Fear and death. Blood and guts” Ruin stated, choking the commander tighter with one arm as he activated a terminal. His original programming was to cause chaos behind enemy lines. Much of his original coding for demoralizing clones seemed to apply here. Displays of violence and gore seemed to inflict the universal language of fear. The holofeed came to life. An open broadcast to all commanders in the area, including hopefully whoever was in charge of Korriban. That done, Ruin dropped the commander and brought both fists together at the place where his head was. After a splatter of brains and crunch of bones, the body fell over lifeless. Ruin stayed stoic for a few moments, until the feed cut itself off. "R.U.I.N where are you!? We need you with us ASAP in the Valley of the Dark Lords. We have encountered heavy resistance and could use the heavy artillery assist you guys provide." Fera had already jumped off Ruin and was manipulating the controls for the Turbolaser, slicing into panels and hacking the giant weapon. >One moment< Fera replied into the comm, pulling a few wires. >I have calculated that your forces are in the rotational range of Turbolaser 3. Advised to fall back 1 click and take cover. Fire will end after 1 minute.< As Fera operated, the turbolasers turned and aimed in the direction of the forces. Giving them some time to fall back per her advise, Fera held off until what she calculated the ideal moment to open fire on the Sith forces that were converging on Agent Orin and the Jedi Sanguis. “Heh, blasters on bashers” Ruin chuckled as the turbolaser opened fire, it’s booming fire echoing inside the building. >Indeed. Now that we have no need of this turbolaser, I have reconfigured the controls into a feedback loop involving the power loops and plasma gasses. Building will self-destruction in a few minutes. Uploaded possible speeder bikes to your HUD.< Ruin nodded and held a hand for Fera to climb back onto the Terror droid’s body. “Rip and tear! Speed to lead!” Ruin spoke into the comm to Agent Torin, indicating he would be enroute to his location shortly.
  12. TerrorBot

    Korriban

    The turbolasers, mounted into the side of a cliff-face, posed a natural issue to any kind of enemy. A half-full garrison would have been enough to protect the lasers from a ground assault of a well armed squad of clones. Whether Ruin understood that or not was irregardless of the situation however. If it was armed to the teeth, the Terror droid would’ve continued his charge. However, when the trio of droids began to open fire on Ruin, he had to adjust. “Lasers and lancers” Ruin declared as he stopped in his tracks and dove for cover. “Stupid sith! Gotta kill them all! The terror Droid rolled behind a rather large boulder. Laser fire repeatedly blasted themselves into the ancient stone and sand around Ruin, hoping to bring death to the droid. “Blasters and bashers!” Ruin cursed. After a moment of adjusting his own programming to suit the situation, Ruin drove his metal digits into the boulder’s edges and heaved it up. Blaster fire continued to beat the boulder, leaving scorch marks, but Ruin was undeterred. Instead of seeking more cover, Ruin kept the boulder between himself and the enemy. “Hahaha!” Ruin started to laugh, picking up speed and momentum. “Dead gods! I kill your gods! Fear and panic!” >Approaching ideal distance< Fera commented. Seeing what was coming, she had crawled to Ruin’s right forearm. In one swift motion, the Terror Droid pulled the boulder back slightly, and shotput the thing at the droids firing. The droid’s themselves adapted, having been updated for this new age of combat. Each one moved to dodge the deadly flying rock projectile. What they had not expected was the small Buzz droid that was thrown immediately afterwards. Fera landed on the closest Sith War droid’s sensors, buzz saw roaring to life. With a quick slash and a quick cut, she had blinded the thing permanently and moved around its neck. The Sith war droid attempted to fight back, trying to find any kind of target to fire upon, spinning around wildly, but Fera only clung and climbed all over the body. Finally the droid stopped suffering when its compatriots fired on it, attempting to shoot the small buzz droid. Fera jumped off as the droid fell over. One target down, she scurried across the ground in a randomized pattern, maximizing the chances of the droids miscalculating where she would be in the next moment as she made her way towards the next target. However, at this close range, even her advanced and evolved AI could not avoid forever, as one of the droid’s lasers exploded next to her, sending her flying backwards into the chassis of the dead war droid. The two living war droids would’ve finished off the small Pistoeka with merciless execution, had they had one second more before Ruin, who had climbed up the cliffside, grabbed one of the droid’s legs and pulled it over the edge. As the one tumbled to its own demise, Ruin pulled himself up and tackled the remaining droid, who was attempting to face Ruin. Grabbing both of the Sith Droid’s blaster arms, Ruin aimed them upwards as they opened fire. The two wrestled for a bit, laser fire striking the walls of the turbolaser battery everywhere, until Ruin managed to place one foot on the droid’s legs to leverage himself. With a swift tug, Ruin ripped the arm off, sparks flying everywhere. “Smash and bash!” Ruin declared as he smacked the droid over and over with his new makeshift club until it too tumbled over the edge. Ruin tossed the arm after the droid and faced the now locked door the droids had exited from. >One moment< Fera beeped. She quickly made her way to the nearest exposed control panel, and moments later, exposed the wirings underneath. Another moment later fusing some of the wires together, she successfully hotwired the doorway to open. “Rip and tear! Burn and blast!” Ruin shouted for all to hear inside. Now rearmed with his flechette launcher, and Fera clinging tightly to his backside, he charged in. >I calculate that your best opportunity to take down the turbolaser is to attack the control center. Calculating most likely route. Warning: 98% chance that you will face heavy opposition the entire way< Ruin laughed. “Let them fight! Let them die!”
  13. TerrorBot

    Korriban

    All at once, the pod shook and swerved violently to the side, as one of the turbolaser shots grazed the pod’s sides, damaging the thrusters. The pod careened violently around, spinning as it went off target despite Fera’s best attempts to reorientate the pod’s direction. >Brace for impact< Fera commented as she clung tightly to Ruin’s backside. Ruin laughed all the more. “Crashings then bashings!” The crash was violent to say the least. Hitting the sands and hard rock of Korriban, the pod skidded for several miles before it eventually came to a stop. Its crash, several miles away from the intended target, drew attention from the locals: Numerous large, drooling Tuk’ata, long separated from the tombs that they guarded, approached the pod. While they sensed no life yet, instinct told them that when things came from the air, they usually held delicacies inside. The first Tuk’ata who had begun sniffing the pod curiously was thrown back as Ruin kicked the Pod’s door off. The other hounds growled and snarled as the droid exited, gun in hand. “Guts and guns!” Ruin declared and then opened fire on the closest dogs. The first three hounds exploded as the flechettes shredded skin and muscle apart. The other hounds, momentarily surprised, managed to charge forward, eager to kill this new foe. It may not have been alive, but it was a challenger to their dominance, and needed to be destroyed. “Click click…” Ruin pumped his weapon before aiming towards the nearest enemy. “Boom!” Another two hounds were instantly shredded apart. However, these hounds were spread apart and another was able to leap forward at the droid. Seeing the leaping menace, Ruin released one hand off the gun and reached up under the beast, grabbing it by the neck. With a swift motion, spun and slammed the beast’s head into the pod’s wall, splattering bones and brains across the metal. “Rip and tear! Guts and guns!” Ruin shouted as he moved from the pod to dodge another incoming beast, while simultaneously pumping his weapon again for another shot. This time the hounds were more clustered together and a single shot would do much more work. Those hounds that would be hit but survive would know better than to face this thing head-on. Still, even as several more dogs fell shredded apart, the leader of the pack remained unafraid. A beast of immense proportions, the alpha’s face dripped with blood as several glancing flechettes already tore parts of it away. Enraged, it let out a howl that shook the soul of any being around. “No pain! No fear!” Ruin roared back in challenge, holstering his weapon. The beast charged and leapt forward. Ruin charged as well and brought a fist upwards into the beast’s throat. The force of the smash sent the beast backwards a bit. However, to Ruin’s shock, the beast reflexed like a feline and landed on its feet before charging again. Surprised, the Terror droid could only bring his arm up to catch the beast’s jaws as it tackled. It snapped and bit at left Ruin’s arm while raking it’s claws across the droid’s chest. The screech of claw on metal filled the air as the dog attempted to find a chink in the droid’s outer shell. Suddenly there was a blur of metal over the hounds face. Fera, ignored in the battle due to her small size and inaction, had leapt and crawled over the beast’s face. Buzzing and chirping her own war cry, Fera activated her saw and plasma torch, going for the tender and exposed eyes. Surprised and blinded, the alpha let up its attack to paw and swipe at the new foe. Seeing the attack, Fera leapt off and crawled around in the sand, looking for another opportunity to strike. Seizing the opportunity, Ruin shoved the Tuk’ata off to the side, rolling it over and over. Blinded and dazed, the alpha struggled to get up and face its enemy. Ruin wasted no time and kicked the thing over before placing a metal foot on its side, pinning it down. With both hands, Ruin grabbed the hound’s head and pulled. Blood splattered out as head and spinal cord came ripping out. “Guts and guns!” Ruin declared as he held the trophy up for the other hounds to see. Seeing their alpha taken out, combined with the fact that this prey was not organic, the rest of the pack fled. >Excellent work< Fera commented as she crawled back onto Ruin’s shoulder. >I have uploaded directions to your HUD.< Ruin kicked the Tuk’ata’s head towards the fleeing dogs and turned in the direction Fera indicated. In the distance one could see the turbolaser defenses that had shot the pod out of the sky. “Huntings and hurtings!” Ruin shouted as he broke into a sprint, rearming and reloading his Flechette launcher in the process. “Kill them! Gotta kill them all!”
  14. TerrorBot

    Korriban

    Ruin and Fera listened to the agent’s words about restraint and target locations. Ruin nodded and seemed to understand. When the agent left, Ruin followed, albeit slowly. It was then when the ship began to shudder as the bombardment began from below the surface. “Bombings and stompings” Ruin commented. >Indeed, it seems the attack has begun< Fera agreed. >Locating nearest pod< Ruin followed the agent and looked at the Jedi and the Agent and made a fist with one hand and pretended to crack his knuckles like some kind of human soldier. “Rip and tear. Kill Sith. Not Tsis. Fly or fry.” With that, Ruin left the group, letting them find their own way. If they followed him, he would not stop them. If they tried to stop him, he would ignore them. His mission was now. The nearest ‘pod’ that Fera led Ruin to was an escape pod. With people manning their battle stations, no one was keeping watch over it. It was a perfect ‘vessel’ that Ruin seemed to enjoy employing. Indeed, his record from his attack on Outer Heaven showed as much. The escape pod was secure and locked, but Fera, ever diligent, quickly cut into one of the panels and hotwired the door. Once inside, Ruin placed himself near the pod’s rear, grabbing the ceiling and locking all of his joints. Fera, knowing what was needed, crawled to the controls. With some computer slicing that made an astromech look obsolete, the pod closed its doors and launched itself towards the red planet below. Ruin was starting to laugh as the pod picked up speed. “Guts and guns! Guts and guns and guts and guns!” >coordinates plotted for the pod< Fera notified as the pod slowly altered its trajectory. >Target destination is a bombardment cannon located nearby the ‘tombs’ as the Agent described them. ETA 1 minute.< The pod began to shake violently as it passed through the clouds, picking up even more speed. No longer altering its trajectory, the pod was utilizing its engines solely for speed. “Rip and tear. Guts and guns. Hell’s heart, stabbings for thee!” Ruin shouted, laughing now, even as missiles passed almost inches from the escape pod hurtling towards the planet. >45 seconds to impact> Fera updated. >Once again, my long range communications is linked with the ships above. 30 seconds to impact. Ground forces will hopefully think we are an incoming missile that will miss its target. 20 seconds to impact…< All the way, Ruin laughed. Here he was, at the cultural heart of the Sith empire, fulfilling his programming.
  15. At being dismissed, Ruin turned to the Jedi, gave a brief thumbs up, then moved away. Clinging on tightly, Fera made no noises but simply observed her surroundings. The two made their way to the armory, following the agent in charge. The toydarian gave a look of shock at the droid, not used to seeing such a large figure waiting patiently in a line. “Eh, what is it. Big guy?” Ruin unceremoniously slammed him flechette launcher on the table between the two, a heavy weapon if there ever was one. “Ammo.” Ruin stated, followed by placing numerous casings of ammo clips. Just when the Toydarian thought he had seen enough, the droid reached down to its legs and pulled out several more clips, until there was a small pile on the table. “Reload and Refurbish” Ruin said. The toydarian, more than a little confused, had to go into the back to find enough for the droid. It wasn’t like flechette launchers were in high demand at the moment. “Listen, big guy, how you hoping to buy this? I don’t see no credits on you…” Ruin looked down at the toydarian flying about, and placed the partially working disruptor pistol. “Holy kriffing…” The toydarian swore as he quickly swept the weapon out of public view. “You realize how illegal it is to have these things?” Ruin didn’t say anything, and began to collect his ammo. However, before he left, he pointed at one other object in view. A small mounted tube connected to a canister with the words X-Pyre written on the side. “That? You sure you want that? I hear the stuff is pretty difficult to work with…” Ruin nodded and held a hand out for it. Later, Ruin left the armory, examining the mounted tube on his wrist. It certainly was a little odd-looking, and one could follow the tube to Ruin’s backside where the canister was mounted. But if the Toydarian was correct, the ‘sticky’ flames that would come out of the canister would be about 5000 degrees. More than enough to set sith on fire. Again, the two found themselves following the imperial Agent who had spoken earlier. Approaching him, Ruin nodded. “Huntings and seekings, seekings and huntings” Ruin greeted the agent. >Greetings Agent Orin. this is B-5 87, designated as RUIN. I am Fera. Ruin is expressing eagerness for this mission< Ruin nodded as Fera translated for him. “Hunt Sith. Kill Sith. Rip and tear and burn and bash. Heart of Hell.” Fera continued. >Since his programming states to kill Sith and their active sympathizers, he is eager to, as you would say, attack the heart of Sith culture.<
  16. Ruin seemed to nod at this. “Controlled bashing. Kill Sith. Only Sith.” Fera elaborated. >Not to worry, Ruin’s primary programming is to kill only Sith and active Sith sympathizers. I can speak from observation that he will not kill innocents in the process< Æquitas’ words made Ruin take another look at the Jedi and seemed to nod at him. There was a pause of silence between the two, and then Ruin held a thumb’s up to the Jedi. “Huntings and hurtings. Then restings and…” Ruin seemed to wave his hand a bit, trying to find the right word, but after a few moments of failure, the large Terror droid shrugged and gave the thumbs up again towards the Jedi. Whatever the droid meant, this time Fera did not elaborate almost to indicate that even she wasn't fully sure what Ruin meant. When the admiral came in, Ruin’s attention was fully on whoever was speaking. Fera seemed to be paying little detail to the speakers and instead was scanning around the room at the others, but in reality she was recording what was being said for future reference to Ruin. “Surprise and demise” Ruin commented a little louder then probably what would’ve been preferred. “Hell’s heart, stabbings for thee” >I’d be quite for now Ruin< Fera beeped quietly. At this Ruin became more stoic.
  17. Fera did not sound disappointed at all when she was forced to repeat herself. On the contrary, she seemed almost pleased that an organic and that Jedi were actually speaking binary, after the experience of non-understanding from the Healer Leena. >We are two separate entities. RUIN is my ward. He is developing sentience, and I have assigned myself to his protection and learning until he has developed full sentience and natural autonomy from his own programming.< “Learning and burning.” Ruin seemed to add, holding up an open hand and shaking it side to side. “Burning and learning.” >Indeed. His primary programming states two directives: Primary Directive: Eliminate all active Sith forces. Secondary Directive: Eliminate active sith sympathizer forces. As I know Jedi appreciate the protection of life over the destruction of it, please note that Ruin has worked with his programming to protect Jedi Healer Leena and Knight Skyshatter from Sith forces on Byss, as well as 0 bystander casualties on the Imperial attack on Outer Heaven station.< When the other Jedi spoke up, both Ruin and Fera looked them over. Ruin shook his head at the question directed to Fera. “Make fear. Fear universal. Talking and bashing? Talking is bashing.” >What Ruin means is that his original designation is a terror droid. His original programmers believed his method of talking was more intimidating than what you normally hear from droids. < Ruin nodded with Fera’s beepings and buzzings. However, Fera continued on. >Please do not mistake his communication as incompetence or as poor programming. I have observed his intellect and observation skills. Think of it as a type of specialized dialect<
  18. “No kriffing way I’m turning it back on” The young human declared, refusing to take another step towards the sleeping giant of a droid. Sergeant Klaff growled at the young man, almost snarling. Despite being a human, he sometimes came across like a Trandosian. “Thats an order soldier, now hop to it.” The young man looked at his commanding officer, then back at the droid, then back at the other three soldiers who had guns trained on the lumbering hulk. The thing was captured trying to steal a ship from the compound, and only had been brought down by a lucky ionization bolt. Since then it had been turned off and kept shut off via a restraining bolt. No one had dared to turn it on again, let alone try to reprogram it. Klaff wiped a bead of sweat off his brow as the young man went to the droid’s back side, attempting to turn it on. There was a reason he ordered the young man to do so and not do it himself. This droid was chosen specifically for the Korriban Mission, and any being, droid or not, deserve a lot of respect and, more so, distance. Ruin came to life with a sound of power generating inside his body. Glancing around, Ruin took a step forward, to the soldiers bringing their guns up more sharply. “Not sith…” Ruin commented. “Gotta kill sith. Hunting and seeking. Blasting and bashing” >Indeed, i agree< A sound of buzzing and chirping emitted. To the shock of everyone, a small buzz droid had somehow snuck along the ground and behind the behemoth of a droid, crawling up and onto its shoulder. “Where did that…” Klaff blubbered out before ordering his men to not fire. “Let's see where this goes.” >The individuals here are planning an attack on Korriban< Fera continued, her eyes focused on the commander, despite talking to Ruin, as if warning the commander. >I recommend we find one of these people i have uploaded to your H.U.D.< A beep came from the Terror Droid’s head, who swiftly suddenly turned and began to leave the group, despite the men not lowering their weapons. Klaff ordered a disengage. It seemed the droid knew what to do. “Korriban?” Ruin grunted, unholstering his flechette launcher from his back, checking its ammo and its general shape and function. >Yes. From what I've gathered, it is the cultural homeworld of the Sith as a whole. Possibly the origin of all the Sith teachings. A metaphorical heart of hell if there ever was one< Ruin seemed to nod at this. “Hunting and killing. Bashing and burning. Smash, smash, smash.” At this, he tapped the hammer-like weapon on his back. >Indeed< It didn’t take long for the two to find the individuals Fera had mentioned. A group of individuals consisting of Jedi and an Imperial Agent. With the Agent leaving the group, Ruin continued his normal course and followed the Jedi. Between the Imperials that stunned him and the Jedi that the droid revered, it was obvious who to follow. "Huntings and seekings, seekings and huntings. Korriban." Ruin said as he came close to the Jedi @ObliviousKnight and @MSA. >Excuse us, this is B-5 87, designated as RUIN. I am Fera. Ruin is expressing eagerness in with helping you hunt Sith forces on the mission on Korriban.< Fera chirpped in binary, her form like a spider crawling over Ruin's shoulder to get a better look "Bashings and burnings. Hunt Sith. Help Jedi. Bombings and bondings. Good times" As ruin said this, he pointed at the Jedi's lightsabers. >He is also expressing the fact that he looks forward to working with Jedi again. His recent experiences with the Jedi have been quite positive in his programming of hunting down Sith Forces. I am also looking forward, as this may prove to be helpful to my ward> Fera buzzed and babbled in binary. Hopefully the Jedi understood her, otherwise, Ruin's talking could be quite confusing to say the least.
  19. Ruin looked at the Jedi who spoke and said “Hunt Sith.” but followed slowly. However, after dropping off the bodies, rather unceremoniously, Ruin clenched his fists again and began to look around. “Scanning and finding. Flying and finding.” >Understood< Fera replied, looking around as well. >Suitable shuttles found. Uploading information to your HUD.< “Good” Ruin stated. Without a word to anyone around him, Ruin began moving towards a cluster of ships, a mixture of military and civilian. One soldier who stood in the way was shoved aside without care. “Onderon. Sith there. Hunting Sith on Onderon. Kill and kill.” Fera was silent for a few moments, calculating numerous situations. >Error: Not enough information is known to calculate a successful plan of attack. However, given the lack of information of other possible locations, I must agree with your choice of action. < “Hunt and kill. Onderon. Jedi Skyshatter’s homeworld.” Ruin kept ranting, not slowing for another soldier’s request of halt. Attention was starting to be drawn to the large droid. "Meet jedi there? Hunting and killing. Finding and completing"
  20. Ruin gave something the equivalent of a sigh and grabbed the Chandra fan, lifting it into the air by its scruff. Despite its slight screech and clawing, the droid simply looked the thing over. "Not sith" Ruin commented and flicked it's head behind the ear. Instantly the rodent like thing went limp. A cluster of nerve cells that rendered the uncooperative alien unconscious. Unceremoniously, Ruin tossed the thing back away from the wreckage to let someone else handle the rodent. With that, the two droids began to move through the wreckage. At one point, much of a hallway had completely collapsed in on itself, with two mechanics busy at work trying to cut through. Not the waiting type, Ruin simply began to grab scrap and tossed it aside. Ahead, like the jedi said, two blast doors blocked the passageway. >allow me to help with this < Fera commented at Leena's next command. With it, she jumped from ruins shoulder to the wall, crawled up it to a control panel, and began to slice into the wiring inside. Within moments, the blast door slowly, but surely began to open up. Inside people began to rise in excitement. The doors moved too slowly it seemed, as Ruin stepped up, and grabbed both doors and pushed them apart. The doors groaned at first at the terror droids effort, and then suddenly slid apart, as if taken off of their hinges. The voices turned to momentary fright, followed by thanks as several crew mates began to drag out wounded. "No sith" Ruin commented again. Slowly, he clenched one of his hands into a fist and banged a wall once. Then he turned and exited the wreckage and, not 20 feet from the wreckage, sat down and watched.
  21. Ruin nodded at the Jedi’s words and left, like a giant trying to navigate a herd of sheep. Stoic, but clumsy. It was clear the droid did not suit this place whatsoever. “Hunting and finding…” Ruin muttered as he glanced around. “Seeking and searching. Wondering and pondering…” Ruin reached up and acted as if he was scratching some imaginary chin like so many of the organics did around him. One organic was taking notice and began to stare. Ruin, ever observant, noticed and pointed the bothan out. “Doggie!” Ruin shouted almost uncharacteristically and ran towards the bothan. “Seeking jedi. Seeking and finding healer. Fish healer.” The flabbergasted and very unnerved bothan struggled for words for a bit then pointed in several directions. Thankfully one of them did help the droid identify where Leena had gone towards. Without a word of thanks, Ruin continued on his way. “Delivered and informed. Now hunting and seeking. Kill sith. Flying and finding” Ruin stated simply at finding the Jedi Leena. Fera seemed to give an exhausted sigh of relief as she crawled back onto her perch on Ruin’s shoulder. A few beepings and buzzings from her, and Ruin looked down at his holster. “Breaking and hiding” Ruin stated, grabbing the small, barely hidden disruptor pistol at his side. Quickly he snapped it into two and separated the parts. Hopefully no one had noticed the illicit weaponry. “We go?”
  22. Out of all the beings on the planet, Ruin did appear to be the one most out of place. It wasn’t every day a clone wars era droid was seen walking around, much less, a model of a droid that was in limited production that looked more like a hulking Abyssian bodybuilder more than a geonosian skeleton. It wasn’t every day a being was seen carrying a power hammer, much less one crafted with Sith technology. Still, Ruin led the way through the crowd, being an easy marker for the female to follow. The Jedi Leena had given a direct order, and Ruin, a droid to the end in many ways, was following that order: Deliver Keeneva to Jedi Sandy Sarna. “Followings and findings” Ruin ordered to the female, indicating to her to stay close. “Searchings and seekings.” It took some time, but eventually the Jedi Sandy did stand out. A blonde female jedi interacting with a blue Nautolan ( @Sandy Sarna and @Meku Simka ). Subtlety was never one of Ruin’s strengths. Instead of waiting patiently, Ruin moved forward, indicating to Keeneva to step forward as well. “Hunting with Jedi Leena…” Ruin declared as he got close, tapping the hammer’s head on his own chest. Then a point of a large metal digit towards Keeneva. “Regretting and repenting. Re-teachings and re-learnings. Ex-enemy.” Ruin looked down at the Nautolan, and titled his head slightly, as if trying to study the young life form briefly, then pointed at himself again. “Ruin. Hunt and kill Sith” At this last part, Ruin nodded back towards to Keeneva, allowing the Jedi around to draw their own conclusions at what was just communicated. The Terror droid then looked back at Sarna, waiting for a response. _________ Meanwhile, Fera, who had abandoned Ruin’s shoulder, had gotten to work, following closely to Leena. She made numerous bleepings and buzzings along the way, but without anyone to translate her binary talk, it was impossible to understand what she was saying. Still, she was sticking abnormally close to the Jedi, as many wandering eyes began to notice the small sabetauge weapon from the clone wars.
  23. TerrorBot

    Tatooine

    Ruin and Fera paid close attention to the conversation, though the only obvious listener was the small buzz droid who turned and faced each speaker. Ruin on the other hand sat like the stoic automaton that he was, not giving any indication he was even active save the cooling motors running inside. At Leena’s request, Ruin did take a moment to glance at the Jedi, then down at the buzz droid. >I will do what i can, but I will need better equipment than what we have in this run down place. I am sure we can find such equipment in a proper settlement< Ruin only gave a shrug at Fera’s beepings and buzzings, leaving it unclear to the Jedi what the buzz droid’s response was. Ruin unsheathed the small vibroblade at his wrist and, utilizing a nearby rock, began to scrape at its edges, attempting to sharpen the blade. A fruitless effort given the vibro tech, but the terror droid needed to do something. Sitting and listening was never something it was programmed to do, nor many droids in the galaxy. They performed their programmed tasks, and that was it. Still, the conversation involved magic, and magic meant the force, and the force usually included the Sith.
  24. TerrorBot

    Tatooine

    During the Healers work, Ruin had gotten up and left the building quietly, off to double check the security precautions done to the speeder bikes. Glancing over them. It was obvious it wasn't much: a rusty pipe bent to hook the bike's fronts and then both ends slammed into the wall. A makeshift lock if there ever was one. Still, Ruin rechecked them and gave each bike a solid tug. They remained stuck to the building via the pipe. They weren't going anywhere. >Ruin, I must say I am proud of you< Fera beeped as Ruin did his work. The terror droid had to stop and look at the small bug like thing. A moment of confusion if there ever was one. Fera crawled off and rested herself on the bike. >Two years ago when I found you, your entire purpose and function was dedicated to the eradication of the Sith. To a point where I worried that the mere sight of a targeted individual would send you into a rage-like state< 'Kill Sith. Eradicate and decimate. Crush and crash. No quarter" Ruin interjected, still looking at the tiny buzz droid. >Indeed. Your primary function remains the same. But upon meeting that young female and ex assassin, you did not immediately give in to your programming and proceed to kill the female. You are beginning to grow beyond your programming.< Ruin glanced towards the open desert. The twin suns were setting. It was a rather gorgeous setting all things granted. The wind was blowing harder now, the signs of an incoming sandstorm. The sands were rolling in the distant red light. The larger droid, after a moment of silence, stomped the ground over and over, growling ferociously. Fera said nothing, understanding exactly what was running through the terror droids circuits. After a bit of the stomping, Ruin stopped, looked up suddenly, and charged in the distance. A short time later, the sound of several barks and yelps could heard, followed by the ignition of ruins flachette launcher. No more then a few moments later, Ruin was back, dragging two corpses of bleeding Anoobas, pieces of shrapnel in their sides. Ruin continued to growl slightly as he made his way toward the building. "Kill Sith. Kill all sith. Burn and bash and smash and crash and crush…" >I know, I know, I understand< Fera beeped and buzzed, returning to her post on ruins shoulder. In the room that held the jedi and the now awake female, Ruin dropped the bodies rather unceremoniously. Outside, the full force of the sandstorm beated on the building mercilessly "Eatings and feastings" Ruin commented. >For your consumption< Fera added. The two then returned to a sitting position next his charging cell. "Huntings and killings" Ruin started, looming from his position and staring at the new recovering female. "Findings and killings. Kill Sith. Kill associated sith. Slavers and sith. " Ruin glanced at Leena and gestured, trying to get the jedi to understand what he was saying. "Slavers and sith. Sith and slavers. Huntings of slavings. Hunting lead to savings. Ending of slavings. Kill sith." >what Ruin is trying to say…< Fera chimed in, facing directly towards the girl. It was a known fact the jed did not understand binary, but perhaps the girl did. >is that he is curious on where you escaped. The sith has always been two steps away from slavery, and perhaps he can find more sith via hunting these slavers<
  25. TerrorBot

    Tatooine

    Fera beeped and buzzed as she went about her task. As small as she was, she could still utilize speeder bikes and the concept of leverage thanks to her advanced intellect. For some advanced droids, such tasks would be beneath them, and for other, more menial droids, such tasks would be above them. But for Fera, who cared only for the advancement of her ward, such tasks were no more than another task. Ruin on the other hand, remained perfectly still. It was impossible to tell by sight alone what was running through the droid’s processing core. A sentinel and a terror, weilding an unbalanced hammer in the desert sands, keeping an eye on the potential still-Sith. >According to the sensors on the bikes< Fera beeped at her Ward. >There are several structures northward.< Ruin nodded and holstered his weapon and gestured in that direction. “Restings and plannings” Ruin simply stated with a pointing in that direction. “Followings and interrogations” ------- Little more than an hour later, the group came upon Sunfire Outpost. Little more than a rundown town, the buildings had been stripped long ago of most of its useful equipment by the Jawas who plagued the sands. Still, a passing by trader of the same species was willing to sell several containers of water at an only slightly extravagant price, and one of the built-in bathrooms was functional enough to hold the water. Ruin himself patrolled the entire outpost twice before he returned to the Jedi. Weapon armed, the speeder bikes secured from snatching hands, and a small power pack up and charging, the droid sat down on a makeshift bench watching the two. Fera also observed, albeit atop Ruin’s shoulder. Despite Ruin’s efforts to secure the location, even she knew the capability of the desert rats that inhabited the sands.
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