Iron Lord On His Iron Throne [Omega Protectorate Leadership and Promotions]

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Graxin had a mountain of evidence from both sides that would have made for a lovely argument, but now was not the place. Personal opinions or not, the droid had risen to his position through some measure of worth, and that demanded respect. He only listened to HK, and fought the urge to poke holes in places that didn't need any. In fact, he remained wholly silent, and offered a very slight bow to Siobhan.

This was going quite well.

[member="Siobhan Kerrigan"] [member="Feena Mason"] [member="HK-36"]

 

[HK-36]

[member="Feena Mason"], [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"], [member="Graxin Rade"],



The droid would nod at Feena's answer,

"Very well, now if you ladies will excuse me, I will let you enjoy the celebration, I will be back shortly,"

HK would dip in a slight bow to Feena and then to Siobhan,

"But for now I have a new office to settle in."

The machine quipped before giving Graxin a dip of his head,


"Young master."

He would fare him well before strolling away.



HK would move in the direction of the Omega Towers, his four copies joined him as they were his honor guards, shadowing his movements as he dipped his head here and there to a passerby, shaking more hands, thanking for more congratulations. Eventually, he and his escorts would step into the main elevator in the Towers.

The droid took a spot in the middle while each of his guards took a corner to stare at him in the usual awkward silence of an elevator ride.


"How did I do, my lord?"

The droid asked looking to one of the escorts.

"Great, they did not notice."

One of the Greycloaks answered as he took off his helmet, handing it to the droid in the middle as he put it on, taking off their armor plates they swapped them as well before HK swapped positions with the doppelganger who conducted his ceremony for him.

"This will work, this will work just fine."

The droid muttered before he started to sing to himself quietly,

"Come, wayward souls who wander through the Darkness. There is a life for the lost and the meek. Sorrow and fear are easily forgotten when you submit to the soil of the earth."


The elevator would ding and a short walk through a corridor later they would finally come to it, an office that once belonged to Lady Protector Cira. Entering it the droid and his escorts would look around, HK remembering the many visits he made to the office to speak with Cira, whether on official or personal business.

"Move the desk back."

He would motion to the desk by a large window at the end, the machines nodded and moved it closer to the door. Stepping closer to the window he would pick up a chair that was behind the desk and move it aside, looking over the free area this create.

"Let us put an electronic rotating platform here."

The machine motioned to the area around his proximity,


"And on it-"

He would put his hands on his hip, looking at the view out of the window of the office,

"- an Iron Throne for the Iron Lord. Also to screw over the organics who will come after me who enjoy lumbar support."

 

[Kaiden Rohn]

The Havoc Squad commander, who was mostly on his own now, was dressed in a fine gray suit, and was drinking finer wine and was in a sea of fine people. It was then he realized how finely screwed up he had become, obsessed with booze and bullets and blowing out people's brains that he failed to realize how much he had failed. After the Republic more or less turned his back on him, he left for the OP, but other than here and there, had been largely unappreciative of his new hosts. Havoc Squad scattered. Nobody really called anymore. So, it was booze and the occasional shooting that kept him going.


Blankly staring at the new Lord Protector, a droid with slightly more personality than a toaster that told you when your toast was burnt, Kaiden just raised his fourth glass of champagne and looked around. Nobody particularly interesting, then again, he didn't really find anything that interesting to begin with.


So [member="HK-36"] stepped down and people were free to do as they pleased. Or at least, that's how it always was. The Omegans always went on and on about freedom and how they were an independent and yadda yadda, but in reality, Kaiden didn't see much difference other than an abundance of the color orange and that funny symbol. But, semantics and bravado and theatrics seemed to reign supreme other than really impressive weaponry and shipworks and units.


Kaiden like to just drink their wine and admire the women of Fondor.