Post by Iota on Apr 15, 2010 12:45:22 GMT -5
HK-32 hadn't really moved from his spot in the cantina for a fair while, he could often be found to be statue like as wittled the time away between assignments, time, to him, didn't pass like it did for biological creatures.. it seemed some what, quicker. The music in the local cantine somewhat soothed his auditory senses, quite unexplainable that a droid of all things enjoys music. HK-32 would put it down to the mathmatical frequencies in the music played that would sooth the genius in him.. he was always modest in that sense.
It wouldn't usually take long for some sort of thug or riff raff to approach HK-32 enquiring about his programming, as it was fairly obvious he wasn't a service droid. This day was like any other. A rather intellectually challanged human male approached HK-32, he was dressed in rags, scuffed up beyond recognition, the usual for a tatooine cantina.
"Eh, droid.. ya one of those 'ssassin types aren't ya?" The man asks looking like he could probably be constipated.
"Offensive Question: What is it that you wish, fat one?" HK-32 replied.
"Huh? ya'll 'ssassin types speak so.. different.. ya'll not fro' 'round 'ere eh?" The man asked in quite a silly fashion.
"Statement: Ah, more questions.. wonderful.. Clarification: No, i am not "fro' 'round 'er" as you so "delicately" put it, meatbag"
"aha, i was right!" The man looked some what pleased with his guess, takes all sorts i suppose. "So, yeah.. how do ya go 'bout killing those jedi folk then eh?" HK-32 turned his head to face the man head on.
"Recitation: Unless you are trained in the force, or have thousands of soldiers to attack with, or can cause his/her entire army to turn on them, or can even blow up the planet they're currently on... then i would advise against it." HK-32 moved his head slightly to scan the locals at the bar "Alternative: Killing their loved ones, usually makes it harder for YOU to kill them. Sure they could fold under the pressure, OR they could abandon their Jedi code, let their anger get a hold of them, and then you would feel the wrath of a pissed off Jedi." Hk-32 looked back towards the man "Conclusion: in most cases, not a good idea." The man started to plead with HK-32
"ah come on man! i wanna get me some trophy... then i will be respected!" his reasoning skills obviously now the best in the known galaxy.
"Irritated Statement: Look, meatbag.. if you want to make a name for yourself, kill a sith, they are quite easily maimed, just travel to Korriban, walk up to the nearest etchy teenager with emotional difficulties and pull the trigger, simple as even a lowly meatbag like yourself can complete with out any "hiccups" HK-32 lying, obviously.
"wow.. didn' realise 'ow easy it be.. gonna go bag me a sith!" the man ran off with a breeze of excitement.
"Conclusion: Meat bags are stupid." HK-32 concluded before returning to his fairly normal pose in the corner of the cantina waiting for some one else to bother him, or perhaps even hire him.
It wouldn't usually take long for some sort of thug or riff raff to approach HK-32 enquiring about his programming, as it was fairly obvious he wasn't a service droid. This day was like any other. A rather intellectually challanged human male approached HK-32, he was dressed in rags, scuffed up beyond recognition, the usual for a tatooine cantina.
"Eh, droid.. ya one of those 'ssassin types aren't ya?" The man asks looking like he could probably be constipated.
"Offensive Question: What is it that you wish, fat one?" HK-32 replied.
"Huh? ya'll 'ssassin types speak so.. different.. ya'll not fro' 'round 'ere eh?" The man asked in quite a silly fashion.
"Statement: Ah, more questions.. wonderful.. Clarification: No, i am not "fro' 'round 'er" as you so "delicately" put it, meatbag"
"aha, i was right!" The man looked some what pleased with his guess, takes all sorts i suppose. "So, yeah.. how do ya go 'bout killing those jedi folk then eh?" HK-32 turned his head to face the man head on.
"Recitation: Unless you are trained in the force, or have thousands of soldiers to attack with, or can cause his/her entire army to turn on them, or can even blow up the planet they're currently on... then i would advise against it." HK-32 moved his head slightly to scan the locals at the bar "Alternative: Killing their loved ones, usually makes it harder for YOU to kill them. Sure they could fold under the pressure, OR they could abandon their Jedi code, let their anger get a hold of them, and then you would feel the wrath of a pissed off Jedi." Hk-32 looked back towards the man "Conclusion: in most cases, not a good idea." The man started to plead with HK-32
"ah come on man! i wanna get me some trophy... then i will be respected!" his reasoning skills obviously now the best in the known galaxy.
"Irritated Statement: Look, meatbag.. if you want to make a name for yourself, kill a sith, they are quite easily maimed, just travel to Korriban, walk up to the nearest etchy teenager with emotional difficulties and pull the trigger, simple as even a lowly meatbag like yourself can complete with out any "hiccups" HK-32 lying, obviously.
"wow.. didn' realise 'ow easy it be.. gonna go bag me a sith!" the man ran off with a breeze of excitement.
"Conclusion: Meat bags are stupid." HK-32 concluded before returning to his fairly normal pose in the corner of the cantina waiting for some one else to bother him, or perhaps even hire him.