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[Past RP] Oy Vey, Sunrise, Sunset [Cira]

HK-36

The Iron Lord Protector (Neutral Good)
[member="Cira"]


Fondor
Omega Towers


Heavy metal boots of the armored being clanged on the the surface of the darker office corridor as he strolled past the guards and checkpoints of the Omega Towers towards one of the bigger and most secured offices.

The office of Lady Protector.


The Baron and Lady Protector had past within the Protectorate now, it was her that put the greatest investment into the droid, allowing his body to be upgraded to resist lightsaber, risking him going awol and rampaging through the territory, and over time even giving him his current title, which led him into adopting knighthood, and finally, assuming direct control over Abregado, planet now prospering and one of the centers of trade and fortress worlds of Protectorate. And now the armored droid held a very special datapad in his hand, one that held final request the droid had to made before the Lady Protector Cira.


Finally the door was in sight and with that the two final guards and secretary's office,
"Sir, do you have an appointment?"
The lady clerk asked, armored droid shook his head in answer,
"No, I have forgotten, let Lady Protector know that Exarch First Baron Iron Knight is here to see her."
"But you need an appointment before seeing her."
The droid kept on walking, the two guards aimed their bolt guns at him,
"Sir, stop!"

HK would wave the bolt guns away,
"Oh, stop with them, if a bolt gun could stop me I would have perished a long time ago."
As the guard laid three good knocks on Cira's secure door the guards looked to each other but did not fired yet, although they kept their guns aimed at the armored droid.

"Sir, I have already tol-"
"Listen to me, Organic Female, I have slain Sith, Pirates, Slavers, and Cultists of all shapes and sizes, I have killed monsters, I have disabled droids. I took shots, blaster bolts, columns and falling buildings, even bombs for this faction, I was crushed, torn apart, splintered, shattered, melted, peppered, and sometimes sliced so you, you parents and children, and all your friends and neighbors could live in safety!"


The secretary quiet down at the armored droid's snap as he turned to her,
"And if you think I am a coward or really do need an appointment- I will fight you right now. Cira can judge the winner."


The secretary slowly pushed an intercom button for Cira's office, speaking into it,
"Lady Protector Cira, there is some butt-face droid here to see you, he claims to be an Exarch First Baron Silver-"
"Iron."
"-Copper Knight, I told him that he needs an appointment but he said he'll fight me and you can judge the winner."
 
There came a soft sigh in the silence.

Funny, how the sense of deja vu would pour over the Lady Protector. Always with @HK-36. Images of the past would rifle through her mind. The requests, the moments of odd intimacy within the walls of her office. At some point they were much alike. At another, completely paradoxes of the other.

Hmm.

How did it all come to this?

A finger would depress to communicate the following "Let the Exarch in." came the soft roll of her voice.
 

HK-36

The Iron Lord Protector (Neutral Good)
[member="Cira"]

"Let the Exarch in."

The receptionist would sigh as she pressed a button to open the door,

"You can go in."

The droid would look to her and nod.

"Thank you, miss."

He said dryly as he stepped into Cira's office, his armored feet clunking slightly before the door would close behind him with a whirr.


And there they were, like so many times before, HK paused in his armor, looking across the room towards Cira behind the desk, that quiet atmosphere of queer intimacy they spend so much time in before. Most of their time was based on HK making requests and Cira having either to agree to them or restrict them if the droid's demands were too outlandish. He knew it was probably the last time he would make that visit, most likely last time he would see her since the Lady Protector did not made it a habit to visit him in Abregado- or even call him!
Anyway, the droid calculated about it in the few seconds of pause he made in the doorway, and he felt a sorrow, for the times he couldn't be more patient with her, like in the museum, or the whole burning her images thing. And he came to realization, he was going to miss her.


"I apologize for not announcing myself."

The machine would begin as he pulled off his helmet, beneath was a human face, or a droid disguised to look like a human, an HRD,

"Cater is mobilizing us for some sort of counter-attack on the Sith territory, bloody gave us barely any time to prepare, I volunteered for deep insertion into Valley of the Lords, I will conduct an ambush against Sith forces with snipers and commandos."

HK would step closer across the office until he was standing in front of Cira's desk, looking at her with his grey eyes, rugged and somewhat pudgy face of Russel Crowe watching her with stoic expression, that is until the droid started to crack and bit the inside of his cheek.

"My main vessel is busy preparing the troops, I had to come here with this body."

He would say quietly, almost in whisper as he stood before the Lady Protector.
 
Not a single thing would slip past Cira's probing gaze and that would reflect in her eyes.

She understood --- she just didn't know how to actually relay that.

How odd, her and [member="HK-36"] were. As much the same as they were different. Words could be said, forgiveness asked for along with many others -- but where to start? Should it even be brought up?

In front of her was an assassin droid who by far acted more like a human than she ever did -- open and willing to do so as well. What provoked that? Was that an issue with her? Had she sunk into the role of Lady Protector for so long that she had become more of an ideal figure at a loss of her humanity?

Questions would plague her mind, and to be frank, it only made her think of him. Sarge.

They both would mirror several interactions that she had conducted in the previous two years with the Baron and the Sargent Major. Both sat and stood in her office asking more of her than at times... she'd been able to give.

Was she a mother to them all? How odd.

Perhaps that was a question for later, as she would clear her mind and grant HK a soft smile, "That is perfectly alright Baron Ach-Kay... I am glad to see this body suits you well. "
 

HK-36

The Iron Lord Protector (Neutral Good)
[member="Zhaera Shai"]

"It's a bit itchy in places."

The droid would quietly quip to Cira as he passed the datapad he held onto her desk, sitting down in the chair before her to watch her expression.

She could clearly read what it was, there would be no mistaking, a letter of resignation, strict and professional, with HK resigning his position as an Exarch of Abregado-Rae and Commander of Iron Company, but holding onto his title as First Baron.

"My time with the Protectorate is coming to an end, Lady Protector, this territory feels lonely and empty to me. It has been that way since you disappeared, and when you came back we barely spoke. With Cater I have communicated once in person, I do not see anybody else outside of battles, Kerrigan is still a trusty companion but she has left the Protectorate as well."

The machine would watch Cira with his grey eyes, looking for any signs of reaction or emotions,

"I will find a new home, somewhere where I will not be stuck on my own in office for days just to be pulled out to witness more bloodshed. I am tired of this, Cira, I am annoyed with this, I do not need it."

HK's brows furrowed and his jaw tensed as he visible grew in anger at the thought of current Protectorate interior relations with him, and the feelings returned from when he found out Cira has returned for a while without him being notified in any way for a prolonged period.
 

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