Do Battle Droids Dream of Blowing Up Meatbags?

[Michael Steelfang]

Michael gave the noble a cold glare "This is going to cost you triple rich boy" it only dawned on him now that he had forgotten his helmet, Michael holstered his rifle to his back it wouldn't do much good in a close range fight like in a factory like that he drew one of his pistols before drawing the other he checked if he had his sword and lightsaber with him in the heat of battle such things can get lost everything was all there satisfied he drew his other pistol and waited for the noble runt to lead the way

@Aurelio Murti
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[member="Ghrom Xenos"]
[member="Harland Gates"]
[member="Romeo Sin"]

 

[Harland Gates]

Droids. Why did it have to be droids? He could stomach a few here and there, mostly to do the chores that were more menial and tedious -- but he didn't relish the thought of dealing with hostile ones, especially when he didn't truly need to be in that mixed bag of nuts. Far as he understood things here, this Nobleman had paid good money to secure a production line of 'high-end' canners. The purpose of these custom orders were still unknown to the spacer, and he wasn't looking to change that anytime soon. He wouldn't even have left the ship if the droids hadn't escorted them to the kill box. With smoke rising from the destroyed husks of the battle droids, Gates took a quick survey before he holstered both weapons beneath his leather jacket and rose from the rock cover as the group's financial backer was laughing in the wake of a failed ambush. The un-amused glower writ on his visage -- giving a long hard incredulous stare to their patron. He barely got a few shots off, and would have been dead if it hadn't been for this motley crew forming his personal entourage. Entitled prick.

"Words?!" Gates said in abject shock while Aurelio took to the heel-toe train in advance of the factory. Hal took off in a rushed sprint coming around and grasping the shiny threads of the guy's outer-coat and pushed him back to halt his progress. "For all that fancy schooling, you just ain't too bright, are ya?" Gates exclaimed as he glanced at the still forms of the beat-up droids. "Take a look around hot-shot, this is not what you would call a welcome wagon - especially since you're footing the bill. My employers don't say hi with a blaster between the lids -- and you want to walk in there?" Gates shook his head at the idea, and settled his hands from the man's garb, running one through his mix of auburn and blond locks. Blue eyes shifted back towards the man while he held out his hand. "That's the case, I'd like my money for the trip here and I'll leave you to go have 'words' with whatever's inside." Hal took a measured step back, hands tucked onto the bridge of his leather belt. He was serious about leaving him here. He didn't need a laser-brain needlessly putting himself in harms way just to secure some shiny bots. He knew ways far easier to get himself killed then to literally pay for it in advance. "Just a tip though, I'd go in with more than words."

The spacer may have been a reckless lot, but he wasn't the one chewing the luna-weed. Fear wasn't an issue, just a bit of common sense tingling the back of his neck. The battlefield they stood in spoke for itself, and he wasn't exactly one to charge in blasters blazing over something he hadn't invested in. Perhaps it was credits that drove the noble, maybe he didn't want to lose some money on an investment he'd been looking forward too. Whatever it was that drove the man to ignore the blatantly obvious warning signs -- Hal wasn't having a part of it. He'd rather get off this rock with any who still wanted a ride, and leave the business end of whatever waited inside for this chump.

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[Raijin Arashi]

Well this was fascinating. I looked out from my vantage point on top of the now-parked ship. I decided it was time to take action. I drew my lightsaber (it's still pink, dammit!) and leaped forward, landing next to the Jedi, who, along with the two humans and the Mando, all turned their weapons on me....

A droid body can be a pain in the ass....

 

[Aurelio Murtix]

Just as Aurelio thought, the danger was making the few that were with him either demand a higher pay or to just take their pay and leave completely. He wouldn't let the Mando and the pilot ruin this for him, since he most likely needed every gun he could get to get into the factory. What was even worse was that the pilot dared to grab a hold of his outfit before pushing him and demanding his credits, something that made the baron just a little bit upset at the very least. He glared at each of them, even the fearsome looking Ghrom, before focusing on Gates and pounded his chest with one of his hands.

"I am your employer!" He yelled angrily, his face turning slightly red, "And as I said, your job is to take me to the facility! As far as I can tell I'm not there just yet, so until I step through the front door you won't see a single credit of mine!" The baron took a deep breath to calm down, and waited a few moments before continuing, "Now all of you quit your whining. You'll be paid well enough for this hassle, I assure you, but time is of the essence so I can't waste any of it justifying my actions."

With that Aurelio turned and began walking in the same direction he was before, telling himself that the rest of them better be following or else. He would not be stopped or denied because of a few junky droids...until one came crashing down near one of his bodyguards. Aurelio immediately drew his pistol and took aim, and wondered if this droid with a lightsaber was the one he was promised. Until it attacked, he would not destroy what could be his property.

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[member="Harland Gates"]
[member="Michael Steelfang"]
[member="Romeo Sin"]
[member="Ariella"]
[member="Ghrom Xenos"]

 

[Raijin Arashi]

The nobleman had an avaricious gleam in his eyes. Did he think I was the droid he was looking for? Well, I'm not a droid, no matter how much I look like one. The pilot and the gunman still had their blasters trained on me, while the Knight with the red saber was more relaxed, probably because he could sense that I wasn't a droid.

I finally spoke, now that my head was reattached from my little escapade on Corpero.

"I'm not the droid you're looking for, you puffed-up fool. The droid you're looking for is in there."

I pointed deeper into the factory, deactivating my lightsaber as I started walking and putting my jacket and hat back on. If I was going to run around a factory of lethally malfunctioning machines, I was going to look like a badass doing it. I turned my head to see if anybody was following.


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[Michael Steelfang]

Michael was weary of this newcomer for no other reason than he was a droid with a lightsaber which Michael mused is the closest thing he could find to what he saw a jedi as .

"Now all I need to see is a monkey riding a rancor while a hutt does the tango and then I have seen everything to be honest droid with a pink lightsaber seemed less likely"

Michael could sense something was off with the bucket of bolts well other than the obvious.
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[member="Aurelio Murtix"]
@Ghorm Xenos
[member="Harland Gates"]

 

[Harland Gates]

There it was, that aristobrat mentality that he who has the gold makes the rules. In his experience that made for a weak development of leadership potential, and a lack of loyalty. When your entire entourage were only there to get paid, and you lost out on the credits necessary to fund the operation - mutiny was the only next option. At least this one had some spine in him, even if it was a completely daft bravado that wanted to stroll into the factory only to be met with whatever had sent these droids as the welcoming committee. He'd give him spirit, but spirit alone didn't provide enough of a shield to blaster bolts to warrant his continued interest. Coral eyes rested on the dark haired noble who still insisted on taking his life and putting it into the hands of machines - and not even the benevolent kind that refueled your ship with comic hilarity. No, he wanted to offer up his life to the ones with built-in blasters most likely.

"You didn't suffer a blaster to the head recently, did you?" Gates asked in speculatory confusion, as he gave a scratch to the back of his own head. "You do know that whatever sent these after you is probably in there. So if you're dead set on walking in, this time you can't afford, might warrant a moment's consideration. Otherwise...your investment is going to make blaster fodder out of you and all of us." He gave a small shrug as if that might not make that much of a deal to him if it happened. "Far as I can tell - you can't get paid if your dead." At least not in the corporeal sense. Jedi teachings offered other avenues of thought on that subject, but he wasn't going into the mess with him, or anyone in this company. And speaking of company the arrival of a new being to this motley crew made his dramatic and pink hued debut. Despite the movement though, Gates refrained from drawing a weapon as the Noble did before him. There were very few things that jostled the spacer, and as the Mandalorian made mention - it wasn't the oddest thing in the Galaxy. The lightsaber's color however made a smirk rise to his lips while he crossed his arms back over his chest.

"That's not exactly the thing he's having a hard time with, canner." Gates suggested to the Magna Guard body. He called all droids canners, a loose reference to a can-opener, only in an automatic way. They were about as useful in his opinion, and those that talked ranked even lower on his scale of friendly. He wasn't aware of the Force shard symbiotically connected to the droid's brain, and giving it a life spark that Gates would find more honorable than the hunk of tin speaking on it's own. "No, his issue is a bit more suicidal in nature, unless you've decided to marshal a less than laser-brain theory on an entrance -- boss." He paused at the last letting the title roll out in a complete mocking tone. Far as he was concerned, anything of the direct approach was going to be about as useful as Aurelio's marksmanship.

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[Aurelio Murtix]

Things were getting out of hand for Aurelio far too quickly. First he had thrown some of the last bit of credits he had left at this project recklessly, then he arrived to cash in just to find that he had been possibly double crossed, the people he had brought to protect him were upset and demanding even more credits, and now some strange lightsaber wielding droid has arrived and could be a possible threat. Of course his pilot had been bad-mouthing him the whole time, and the baron shot a glare at him while trying to get the attention of all gathered there.

"Fine you whiners. If you want a different plan I'll give you a different plan." Aurelio put his hands on his hips and began pacing while coming up with a strategy, and after a few moments snapped his fingers in a eureka moment, "I have it! Most likely the front entrance will be defended, so a few of us will begin striking just where they want us to go, myself included, while another group probes about for another entrance...or makes one of their own while the enemy is distracted. Tell me who among you is brave enough to join me in the frontal attack, and the rest of the cowards will strike from another point."

The plan was basic, but effective usually depending on the enemy. Another thought entered his mind, and the baron turned to point at the newly arrived 'droid'.

"You have to stay with me though...still not sure whether to trust you or not."

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[member="Michael Steelfang"]
[member="Bond"]
[member="Romeo Sin"]
[member="Ariella"]
[member="Ghrom Xenos"]

 

[Raijin Arashi]

Wow.. Nobles thought they owned the universe, didn't they?

"If you do something idiotic, I'm not risking my skin for you. Figuratively, I mean. This body can take a lot. But I can't take much of your bullcrap."

I turned to actually look at the small mass of organics, now.

"Well, are you lot coming?"

 

[Ariella Garon]

Ariella doing what she was go at even those she full armored from head to toe it didn't mean that she need to break a nail unless she needed. Finding this all very amusing if one could call it this. This way she could see what each one was made out of. In a way this was her own way of testing them all. What a raw bunch this was after all one could see this a a bunch of love nuts. Taking a deep breath before kicking herself off where she had lend herself.

Not all bad for, ones that think they know what they are doing with those little toys. Now if you gentlemen don't mine.

Taking her fingers en-lacing them then after that turning them outwards to crackle them. After she walked up to the panel. Shaking her head this was going to take a bit longer then thought. Couldn't help but put one of her smirks upon her lips as long as they wasn't going any where dark or in the shadow she would be just peachy. So here the deal we can either go back or can push forward if we go with B. then we need to find a way into this massive place, whats your order there [member="Aurelio Murtix"] [member="Bond"][member="Aurelio Murtix"][member="Harland Gates"][member="Michael Steelfang"]

 

[Michael Steelfang]

Michael followed the group as they set forth his weapons drawn ready for whatever comes but he couldn't help but think "This is a bad idea "
(Sorry for short post )