HK-36
The Iron Lord Protector (Neutral Good)
@[member="Ayden Cater"]
Fondor
Omega Towers
Back when Cira was still Lady Protector, HK would bug her on daily basis, asking for always more funds for his projects, using his Sugar Momma while he still had time.
However, for a long while now he was asking little to nothing of the Protectorate management personnel. He simply didn't had any need to, after he was given oversight of Abregado-Rae he had his own budget and everything he was working on was local, scarcely leaving the surface of the planet.
But now, he had plans which required approval of the Protectorate government, a formation of another company on Abregado-Rae with outposts on other Protectorate planets, this time, one that would be able to create all kinds of technological and electronic goods. From arms to gaming consoles. From toys and movies to ship components. Any old random crap the droid and the writer would feel like making.
So, there he was, a datapad of information in hand, he would walk down the corridor leading to the Protector's office, showing a certification pass to posts of guards on the way before finally he would come to the desk of the secretary.
"Let the Lord Protector know that the Iron Knight is here to speak with him as scheduled."
Fondor
Omega Towers
Back when Cira was still Lady Protector, HK would bug her on daily basis, asking for always more funds for his projects, using his Sugar Momma while he still had time.
However, for a long while now he was asking little to nothing of the Protectorate management personnel. He simply didn't had any need to, after he was given oversight of Abregado-Rae he had his own budget and everything he was working on was local, scarcely leaving the surface of the planet.
But now, he had plans which required approval of the Protectorate government, a formation of another company on Abregado-Rae with outposts on other Protectorate planets, this time, one that would be able to create all kinds of technological and electronic goods. From arms to gaming consoles. From toys and movies to ship components. Any old random crap the droid and the writer would feel like making.
So, there he was, a datapad of information in hand, he would walk down the corridor leading to the Protector's office, showing a certification pass to posts of guards on the way before finally he would come to the desk of the secretary.
"Let the Lord Protector know that the Iron Knight is here to speak with him as scheduled."