HK-36
The Iron Lord Protector (Neutral Good)
[member="Riktar Tei'ram"],
It seemed that there was an especially large influx of traffic around Denon lately as many smaller business owners and faction representatives have been invited to meet with one of the Metal Lords, an effort made by HK to expand the industry in droid-controlled space and their list of allies. One of the companies invited was leader of the Galactic Gladiatorial Arena organization, invited to Denon to speak with the machine lord about possible partnership and sponsoring of their activities by granting them space to conduct the games on.
Of course HK was not exactly in favor of blood games on his planet, but it wouldn't have to be on his planet, plus it wouldn't have to be to the death, and the organization could hopefully expand to include other forms of entertainment as well, for the longest time droid wanted to organize an interstellar bolo-ball league.
Either way, if Riktar was ever in Denon before, the place changed rather dramatically in recent galactic months. The planet itself was pretty much the same, glowing with webway of black and orange streaks that covered the city-planet, but in its orbit there was now a circle of ships surrounding it like a military blockade, as if a world under siege. The vessels were not hostile however, most of them were construction ships, working on various numerous space stations in the planet's orbit, others were just security vessels or retinues of other Metal Lords visiting the planet, some were in the process of being disassembled and repurposed into new stations.
Riktar would be directed to dock with one of the larger stations in planet's orbit, at first glance the station looked a bit mismatched, like a jigsaw puzzle of ship corpses and durasteel plates cobbled together to form a single more seamless structure. There were parts which were clearly pieces of older ships attached to the station, like a nose of a star destroyer, or the rounded outer hull of a munificent frigate, but the way they were put together blended nicely underneath the rough looking exterior.
On the inside the station looked pretty much like a standard station, Riktar would be directed through smooth durasteel corridors of shiny polished floors, clearly recently renovated, passing by couple groups of chattering droids who trotted on their way, exchanging speech of dense high-rate data between themselves, the denizens of the station. Finally he would come upon the doorway leading to the conference room designated for him, before it stood two skeletal guards holding staves of some sorts, looking ahead of them in stoic cold gaze behind their glowing eyes, clad in black metal and armor molded into their almost frail bodies.
Behind the door there would be a large conference room with a transparent wall of glassteel looking out into the starfield and the glowing planet below them. A large oval table in the middle with a holoprojector at its center, and a duranium desk by the transparent wall, with a couple of wicker chairs in front of it. Behind it sat Riktar's host, HK, who stood up when the man would enter.
The droid was tall and thin, much like his guards, wrapped in heavy black cloak, underneath it there was clearly some sort of black armor, and it looked organic, chitinous plates attached in strategic location to offer additional protection. If Riktar knew of such things, the armor was Vong-shaped, extremely rare for droids, and extremely ironic for Vong. The machine's faceplate was exposed, elongated and pale, almost featureless save the two eyes from behind which two large glowing crimson eyes looked back at Riktar, and a row of slits that made up the droid's mouth, at his chin two fang-like spike protruded down. The faceplate seemed smooth and light in color like polished bone, if Riktar knew of such things, he could probably tell that it was Phrik.
HK did not spoke yet, letting Riktar have the first words upon entering the office, just standing behind his desk for now.
It seemed that there was an especially large influx of traffic around Denon lately as many smaller business owners and faction representatives have been invited to meet with one of the Metal Lords, an effort made by HK to expand the industry in droid-controlled space and their list of allies. One of the companies invited was leader of the Galactic Gladiatorial Arena organization, invited to Denon to speak with the machine lord about possible partnership and sponsoring of their activities by granting them space to conduct the games on.
Of course HK was not exactly in favor of blood games on his planet, but it wouldn't have to be on his planet, plus it wouldn't have to be to the death, and the organization could hopefully expand to include other forms of entertainment as well, for the longest time droid wanted to organize an interstellar bolo-ball league.
Either way, if Riktar was ever in Denon before, the place changed rather dramatically in recent galactic months. The planet itself was pretty much the same, glowing with webway of black and orange streaks that covered the city-planet, but in its orbit there was now a circle of ships surrounding it like a military blockade, as if a world under siege. The vessels were not hostile however, most of them were construction ships, working on various numerous space stations in the planet's orbit, others were just security vessels or retinues of other Metal Lords visiting the planet, some were in the process of being disassembled and repurposed into new stations.
Riktar would be directed to dock with one of the larger stations in planet's orbit, at first glance the station looked a bit mismatched, like a jigsaw puzzle of ship corpses and durasteel plates cobbled together to form a single more seamless structure. There were parts which were clearly pieces of older ships attached to the station, like a nose of a star destroyer, or the rounded outer hull of a munificent frigate, but the way they were put together blended nicely underneath the rough looking exterior.
On the inside the station looked pretty much like a standard station, Riktar would be directed through smooth durasteel corridors of shiny polished floors, clearly recently renovated, passing by couple groups of chattering droids who trotted on their way, exchanging speech of dense high-rate data between themselves, the denizens of the station. Finally he would come upon the doorway leading to the conference room designated for him, before it stood two skeletal guards holding staves of some sorts, looking ahead of them in stoic cold gaze behind their glowing eyes, clad in black metal and armor molded into their almost frail bodies.
Behind the door there would be a large conference room with a transparent wall of glassteel looking out into the starfield and the glowing planet below them. A large oval table in the middle with a holoprojector at its center, and a duranium desk by the transparent wall, with a couple of wicker chairs in front of it. Behind it sat Riktar's host, HK, who stood up when the man would enter.
The droid was tall and thin, much like his guards, wrapped in heavy black cloak, underneath it there was clearly some sort of black armor, and it looked organic, chitinous plates attached in strategic location to offer additional protection. If Riktar knew of such things, the armor was Vong-shaped, extremely rare for droids, and extremely ironic for Vong. The machine's faceplate was exposed, elongated and pale, almost featureless save the two eyes from behind which two large glowing crimson eyes looked back at Riktar, and a row of slits that made up the droid's mouth, at his chin two fang-like spike protruded down. The faceplate seemed smooth and light in color like polished bone, if Riktar knew of such things, he could probably tell that it was Phrik.
HK did not spoke yet, letting Riktar have the first words upon entering the office, just standing behind his desk for now.