HK-36
The Iron Lord Protector (Neutral Good)
[member="Ar'ekk"],
An invitation has been sent to a particular cyborg warrior recently, a communication the droid sent recently after hearing of this man's search for better prosthetics and work. The reason for this was the fact that HK heard the man was a Force user of some caliber, awakened in his abilities within the ethereal unlike an untrained Force Sensitive, such abilities were especially valuable to the droid when looking for potential allies, considering how most of the Metal Lords and their vassals were fully machine, and as such had no presence or ability to summon the Force in any way. Even though HK was still somewhat passive-aggressive towards Force users, taking great pleasure in knocking them down a peg by showing just how quickly and easily he could defeat them in combat even though they possessed those great powers, for example when he ripped off a knee cap from one of the First Order force users, broke a Ren Knight's back over railroad tracks, and defeated the supposed God King of Panatha by slamming a metal chair into his back, he still had to agree that they needed to cooperate and bring in more Force users into their fold. Perhaps one day they will be able to even grow the ranks of the few Force users swearing fealty to the Metal Lords and form their own Force order, perhaps he will just have to continue bribing the Space Wizards into working with him and keep them as mercenaries. For now he wished to simply speak with this Ar'ekk who became his temporary center of attention, and learn more about the man's goals and needs, and what was the price to sway him towards swearing loyalty to the Droid Lords.
If the man was on Denon ever before, once he arrived, it would be a sight vastly different from what he could remembered. Well the planet itself would have been unchanged, still glimmering with the many industrial lights, still covered by the red and black veins of streets and buildings that covered the entire city-planet. The new addition, however, was the ring of ships encircling the planet as if laying siege to it, and the many stations being build in its orbit with hustle and bustle of smaller vessels and drones.
The cyborg warrior would have been directed to dock with one of these stations and come aboard, a strange construction that almost seemed to be cobbled together from skeletons and corpses of other stellar structures, repurposed many times over and added on top of each other, like jigsaw of starship wrecks and durasteel plating woven together to form the new presence over the planet. Other systems would have probably faced similar projects as Denon was not alone in still adjusting to the new power within that sector, planets like Nubia, Loromar, and Hakassi too had similar rings of spacecraft around, they too had new spacestations and bases build around them. The droids asked for relatively little of their subjects, they did not enslaved them, they did not force them to fight for them, some did not even overthrew their previous governments. What they did ask however was one of the main reasons why they decided to lay claim on territory. An armada of new, larger ships, and a lot of them.
Moving through the spacestation the man would have been directed towards one of the many conference rooms, passing many other droids on her way there, which currently HK claimed as his main office and base of operations within the system. The room would be fairly large, with a grand conference table in the middle with a holoprojector housed in its center, and a smaller duranium desk sitting in front of a large view screen or transapristeel, overlooking the glowing amber planet they were currently orbiting.
The droids Ar'ekk passed would usually seem rather intelligent and independent, going about their day and the duties within the station, chattering with each other in quick bursts of data, although some did seem a bit off. Slightly loopy, dancing on the brink of insanity, only somewhat lucid, but then again such was usually the price when it came to droids who have not had a mind wipe in years if not centuries, quirks and data just kind of build up for them. There were few units who seemed much less intelligent, looking over their surroundings with dull cold stare, usually following other droids as their servants, or standing as silent guards within the station. They were drones, machines like droids, but with only rudimentary intelligence, more like animals than truly sentient beings. They were the answer droids had towards making large mechanical armies, yet not having the guilt over enslaving their own kind into combat legions.
And so Ar'ekk would come face to face with his potential new ally, the droid stood up from behind his desk, looking at him in silence, letting the man have the first words as he judged from behind the impassive stare of two crimson photoreceptors like flaming embers, yet cold at the same time. His face was a smoothface plate with no nose, slots for lips and mouth, two fang-like spikes protruding down from it, and the holes for those electronic eyes. It was smooth and pale like bone, yet metallic, if the cyborg could tell such things apart he would know it was Phrik. The rest of the droid's body seemed to have been covered in some sort of flesh-like black substance with thicker chitinous plates attached over certain regions, all of which was wrapped tightly in heavy black cloak. A Vong-shaped armor, rarely if ever seen on a droid.
An invitation has been sent to a particular cyborg warrior recently, a communication the droid sent recently after hearing of this man's search for better prosthetics and work. The reason for this was the fact that HK heard the man was a Force user of some caliber, awakened in his abilities within the ethereal unlike an untrained Force Sensitive, such abilities were especially valuable to the droid when looking for potential allies, considering how most of the Metal Lords and their vassals were fully machine, and as such had no presence or ability to summon the Force in any way. Even though HK was still somewhat passive-aggressive towards Force users, taking great pleasure in knocking them down a peg by showing just how quickly and easily he could defeat them in combat even though they possessed those great powers, for example when he ripped off a knee cap from one of the First Order force users, broke a Ren Knight's back over railroad tracks, and defeated the supposed God King of Panatha by slamming a metal chair into his back, he still had to agree that they needed to cooperate and bring in more Force users into their fold. Perhaps one day they will be able to even grow the ranks of the few Force users swearing fealty to the Metal Lords and form their own Force order, perhaps he will just have to continue bribing the Space Wizards into working with him and keep them as mercenaries. For now he wished to simply speak with this Ar'ekk who became his temporary center of attention, and learn more about the man's goals and needs, and what was the price to sway him towards swearing loyalty to the Droid Lords.
If the man was on Denon ever before, once he arrived, it would be a sight vastly different from what he could remembered. Well the planet itself would have been unchanged, still glimmering with the many industrial lights, still covered by the red and black veins of streets and buildings that covered the entire city-planet. The new addition, however, was the ring of ships encircling the planet as if laying siege to it, and the many stations being build in its orbit with hustle and bustle of smaller vessels and drones.
The cyborg warrior would have been directed to dock with one of these stations and come aboard, a strange construction that almost seemed to be cobbled together from skeletons and corpses of other stellar structures, repurposed many times over and added on top of each other, like jigsaw of starship wrecks and durasteel plating woven together to form the new presence over the planet. Other systems would have probably faced similar projects as Denon was not alone in still adjusting to the new power within that sector, planets like Nubia, Loromar, and Hakassi too had similar rings of spacecraft around, they too had new spacestations and bases build around them. The droids asked for relatively little of their subjects, they did not enslaved them, they did not force them to fight for them, some did not even overthrew their previous governments. What they did ask however was one of the main reasons why they decided to lay claim on territory. An armada of new, larger ships, and a lot of them.
Moving through the spacestation the man would have been directed towards one of the many conference rooms, passing many other droids on her way there, which currently HK claimed as his main office and base of operations within the system. The room would be fairly large, with a grand conference table in the middle with a holoprojector housed in its center, and a smaller duranium desk sitting in front of a large view screen or transapristeel, overlooking the glowing amber planet they were currently orbiting.
The droids Ar'ekk passed would usually seem rather intelligent and independent, going about their day and the duties within the station, chattering with each other in quick bursts of data, although some did seem a bit off. Slightly loopy, dancing on the brink of insanity, only somewhat lucid, but then again such was usually the price when it came to droids who have not had a mind wipe in years if not centuries, quirks and data just kind of build up for them. There were few units who seemed much less intelligent, looking over their surroundings with dull cold stare, usually following other droids as their servants, or standing as silent guards within the station. They were drones, machines like droids, but with only rudimentary intelligence, more like animals than truly sentient beings. They were the answer droids had towards making large mechanical armies, yet not having the guilt over enslaving their own kind into combat legions.
And so Ar'ekk would come face to face with his potential new ally, the droid stood up from behind his desk, looking at him in silence, letting the man have the first words as he judged from behind the impassive stare of two crimson photoreceptors like flaming embers, yet cold at the same time. His face was a smoothface plate with no nose, slots for lips and mouth, two fang-like spikes protruding down from it, and the holes for those electronic eyes. It was smooth and pale like bone, yet metallic, if the cyborg could tell such things apart he would know it was Phrik. The rest of the droid's body seemed to have been covered in some sort of flesh-like black substance with thicker chitinous plates attached over certain regions, all of which was wrapped tightly in heavy black cloak. A Vong-shaped armor, rarely if ever seen on a droid.
