Convention Center room E didn't exactly have it 'happening' tonight. Dak would stare out the window, if there were any windows, but unfortunately suits came to this place to 'get things done' when they weren't engaged in asphyxiation-by-zeltron, or whatever the cubicle kings got off to these days. Thus, boring wood walls, boring red-shag carpet, boring tiled ceiling, with bland fluorescent lights. One had a bulb out. Canton knew because he'd been staring there for the past five minutes before Sasko tapped her fingernail with a delicate click-click that caught his attention.
"Wow. This chick is a pro," was Dak's first thought, followed by, "Are those real? Thank you, faceless helmets." And "Why is the TA-4 glaring at the back of Comb-Over's head?"
With a heavy sigh, the Titan Industries representative reached out a slightly trembling hand for the flimsi. "When you put it that way..."
"Executive Tsatsu, where is your disciprine?" the synthesized voice of the ultra battle droid blared.
Oh, so that's his name.
"I- What?" Tsatsu tried to look at everyone in the room except the looming creation of Hegemonic Automaton. "Very funny, who did this?"
"Executive Tsatsu, cease such queries and compry with your directive."
"Uh, Mr. Tsatsu," Dak slowly placed both hands on his CC-13 carbine. "When was the last time you had its mind wiped?"
"They need mind wipes?" He said, at the precise moment the TA-4 wrapped cold, lifeless fingers around his skull.
"Conduct judgement: dishonorabu. Sorution: termination."
The droid squeezed. Tsatsu's scream of horror lasted about a second before it was replaced with the sound of splintering bone. Blood spattered across the table, followed by the sick thud of Tsatsu's skull, sans parietal bones.
The entire room went still as the TA-4 shook the brain matter off its hand before unholstering its sidearm.
That's when the real screaming started.
"HOLY FREAKING SHI-" Canton screamed as he sent a three round burst of hot plasma into the thing's chest. Casco did the same.
It didn't even slow the droid down. It leveled its sidearm at the Tion executive and shot him in the head. A simple swivel and a second squeeze put a bolt through Casco's unarmored neck. It then proceeded to do the same to the rest of the room.
Dak dived for the ground and only caught two bolts in the side for his efforts. He gasped, struggling to catch his breath. Smoke curled from the scorch marks on his armor.
Keep moving. Keep moving.
He told himself, even as more blaster shots rang out. Canton army-crawled his way under the table, vanishing from sight.
Psycho-robot's laminium plating began repairing the damage done to its carapace while it laid waste to the crowd of dumbfounded pocket protectors. Most didn't even realize what was happening before a lancet of plasma burned through the spot between the eyebrows. TA-4 Model 689 admired its masterpiece, every shot a work of art. Until at last the room was silent.
Smoke coiled from the blackened bodies of the damned. All but [member="Venussia Sasko"].
They were at opposite ends of the long conference room table. Surrounding them, twenty-two dead business men and women, guards, and even the two protocol droids brought in to translate for the Ithorian from Titan.
"You havea great disciprine. It is why you were spared for rast. Titan Industries rejects your arrangement. This concrudes our negotiations."
It raised the blaster pistol.
Canton rolled out from under the table and came to a knee near Sasko's chair.
"Conclude this, you son of a queen."
Thunk.
The CC-13 carbine's underslung launcher spat out a miniaturized grenade that sailed straight for the TA-4's face. Canton tackled Sasko to the ground. An explosion rocked the room, ripping the end of the table apart and sending corpses flying. TA-4 Model 689 slammed into the opposite wall and slumped into a sitting position, arm rent and misshapen. The light slowly faded from its photoreceptors.
Dak peeked out over the remnants of the table, saw the ruin of the droid from hell, and breathed a sigh of relief. Then he realized he was still on top of Venussia.
"Hey. Want to get a beer?"
Absorbed in his own heroism, he didn't hear the word...
"Rebooting."