Roomies!

[Sammo Hache-Khe of Rae]

[member="Delila Castillon"]
"Dammit Delsy, it's always when you want to pinch other guys that you summon me!"
The Spacer would call back as his lightsaber swush through the air, reflecting bolts and sending slug projectiles aside or disintegrating them. However, he would still follow Delila's orders, she was the security boss on the ship after all! Sammo would motion to a group of spacers and droids to follow with him as they went down around towards the South corridor to flank the Remnant boarding troops.
"Whatever happens, do not lose faith, and do not be afraid, because we fight as brothers today to protect the innocent of this ship, my saber will be by your side."

He would give the spacer militia a quick pep-talk as they hurried to follow through with Delila's plan.

In mean time Sammo would receive another transmission from the Jiggly Puff Squadron,
"Flanking maneuver successful, their interceptor column has taken heavy casualties and scattered."
He would nod briefly at the news, responding back quick enough,
"Puff Squadron, any chance you would be able to conduct a bombing run against the enemy engines?"
Sammo queried, it would really help them get away from all the trouble, in response he received,
"It's a bit of a challenge, Captain, but our boys should be able to handle it."
The Captain nodded with response,
"Good on you."

Before he could take satisfaction that their tramp freighters disrupted the Remnant Interceptor movements outside transmission came in from the Ropo Squadron this time,
"Captain, we have another boarding party incoming, this one carries with it heavy escort, we will try to halt them but it may be difficult, over."
Sammo nodded,
"Roger that, carry on."

He would send a quick call to Delila on their comms, although she probably heard the report anyway,
"Looks like they may be ready to pull their end-game, Delsy, probably a Sith Knight or some commando team."

 

[Delila Castillon]

[member="Sammo Hache-Khe of Rae"]

During their fighting, Delila thought Sammo talked thoroughly too much. They were trying to save their skins and he was chattering on like it was tea time in the high palace. Droids and herself moved into position for a pinching maneuver, cutting off escape routes all while firing heavily from various sides. It took a bit of effort and coordination not to fire upon the friendlies. The last of the bodies had hit the cold decking with the announcement of more boarding parties on the way.

"What do they want with a smelly old floating motel? I don't even think my sheets have ever been changed...."

Boots pounded against the decking once more. Delila and the Spirit's soldiers were fanning out to the exits where the boarding was soon to happen. Ammo had to be grabbed along the way, for the pincher maneuver had used nearly all of it. Along the way, the redhead made the soldiers grab cargo container lids and thick metal sheets. They needed some type of shielding and the hodgepodge of materials could easily work.

Setting up, the entry suddenly burst open in a cloud of smoke and sparks. Blaster bolts immediately started to fly from both sides.

"Lets hold this line, don't let them get too far."

 

[Sammo Hache-Khe of Rae]

[member="Delila Castillon"]

Alright, the maneuver worked well enough, their enemies were quickly subdued by the Spirit's guards, the spacer militia gaining a bit of an edge over their Remnant enemies thanks to Delila's tactical decision. As the two groups hurried back to the hangar, Sammo would join by Delila, rushing with her to put up resistance against last wave of enemies,
"Troops, Delila, we may be not much, but we have plenty of people on board, they would probably love nothing more than to 'draft' them."
Sammo answered at Major's question, smirking as they entered the Hangar,
"And if those sheets really bother you that much I can have a look at them afterwards."
He snickered and then yelped out as a blaster bolt flew by him, he made a quick dodge, a singed trail left on his right cheek after the close shot, his lightsaber bringing up to protect himself, starting to once more deflect projectiles launched at him.

Meanwhile, in space,

The Puff Squadron valiantly conducted the bombing run as their Captain has ordered. The stream of tramp freighters and larger ships the Young in Spirit had to offer spun and danced around the bursts of anti-starfighter fire the Sith Ship threw at them. They skippered about the contours of the larger ship, racing for its engines as their shields flickered, deflecting the Cruiser's arsenal, a puff of some burst out from one of the freighter's engines, but the ship kept on sailing through it.

They launched their payloads, and in response brilliant bursts of light and fire flickered about the ship's engine as their shields faded out from life and soon their hull was set on fires, the structure of their engines collapsing against punishment brought on by the Spacers.
"Taking damage!"
"Target has been hit, we're coming back to the Spirit."
The transmissions from freighter pilots chattered away.

Sammo simply nodded to them, swatting a blaster bolts out of his path with his saber as he responded to their calls,
"Alright, good work, come back about!"
He would look over to Delila then, giving her a simple nod,
"Our fly-boys took down the Cruiser's engines, now we just need to hold out long enough to get out of their range."

Just as he said that, the final ramp of the dropship opened and through the smoke they could hear heavy footsteps and that striking noise of lightsaber activating, or lightsabers, as two red blades could be seen through the smoke and exchange of blaster fire. As the dust and smoke cleared, they could see a squad of armored Sith Commandos maneuvering through the battlefield towards them, trailed by two Sith, covered in armor from head to toe, as they deflected incoming bolts aside.

Sammo huffed slightly, looking to Delila,
"You take on Commandos, I go after the Sith?"
He glanced to her, the grip on the hilt of his lightsaber tightening

 

[Delila Castillon]

[member="Sammo Hache-Khe of Rae"]

The ship lurched and Delila went with it, slamming into the bulkhead. As usual, Sammo was making quips about their current situation and their lack of laundry in regards to the bedding on board.The sickening sound of metal scraping and groaning could be heard. Whatever it was it couldn't possibly be good. The Young in Spirit was doing her best to push itself out of range and off into hyperspace. It didn't seem to be happening soon enough for her liking though.

"Yeah, I got the commandos."

Wearily, she took up arms once again. Sith were so annoying. All Force users were but Sith really seemed to take the cake. Motioning to her rag-tag band of soldiers, the fire was concentrated on the flanking commandos, trying to cause enough of a distraction to give HK enough time to fight....or do whatever he was going to do.

A bolt came too close for comfort, narrowly missing her sweat soaked temple.

"They always go for the head..."

 

[Sammo Hache-Khe of Rae]

[member="Delila Castillon"]
"They know how feisty you are."
Sammo quipped with a smirk, looking out from behind his cover,

The Sith Commandos, who were facing his directions had to turn on their heels suddenly as one of them screamed out in pain, a barrage of bolts hitting their flanks, an unlucky shot got the sod in his neck, his body collapsing, unconscious or dead. Sammo was clear, he would have to thank Delila sometime later,

Stepping out from behind his cover, he gripped the hilt of his lightsaber tightly, its blue blade shining through the remaining smoke of the battle.
He whistled sharply at the two Sith,
"Hey you two, I hereby challenge you to a duel, get in guard!"
He ordered, yep ordered, at the two Sith, the Apprentice just glanced at the Master, who muttered shortly,
"Finish him."

And the two flourished their own sabers as they charged at Sammo, he returned the favor, running back at them,
"Rae!"
He called out, referencing Abregado, thankfully the planet's name was short enough to use as a war cry.

While Sammo was doing his own thing,
The Commando squad Delila had to face has tumbled behind cover, one of the troopers seemed to be taken down immediately, another wounded but still had enough fight in him to keep going. The Commandos began to return fire at the Spacer Militia positions, one of them could be seen taking a grenade from his belt, looking out to the Spacer positions for quick trajectory aim.

Sammo slid as the two Sith opened with vertical slashes, his body moving beneath their sabers as he aimed a slice at the Apprentice's legs, the young nimble Sith jumped over it, evading it so far, as Sammo sprung up to stand behind them, spinning about, as they did as well, just in time to block their blades, aimed in another slash at him.
His teeth were clenched.

And that was what could be surprising to those who knew who Sammo really was, that is if Delila took a glance to watch her hunk of junk fighting the Sith, she could see expression on his face.
Expression, while he was a droid. It was something HK could not show during fights or duels in his normal body, but he was not stoic or emotionless when he fought, it was one of those few times he could express himself, just never with facial gestures before. Fighting, singing, painting, those were the things that make up for the lack of facial muscles.
His teeth clenched, eyes darted and shifted as he watched the two Sith move, blocking a strike to his side as he reached out with his palmy to push aside Sith's hand from the other in flat-palm strike before the Force user could bring it down upon him in attack. He bit his cheek slightly as he ducked down, a slash nearly scorching his head as few of his hair were burnt, a jab was aimed at one of the Sith, the Apprentice and Knight blocked it with both of their sabers crossed.
His brows scrunched slightly and eyes narrowed as he pushed back on the sabers then with his, making the Sith take few step backs as he used that HRD strength, keeping them stuck in saber-lock. He brought his knee up then, straightening it out in swift snap-kick that connected to Knight's waist and with satisfying "Oomph!" it sent the Force-user tumbling back.

 

[Delila Castillon]

[member="Sammo Hache-Khe of Rae"]


While Sammo handled the Sith, the Commandos were putting up their own fight. Her sharp gaze caught movement by one, pulling a grenade of his belt. Apparently the idiot wanted to blow a hole in the floating motel and be sucked into the vacuum of space. The only problem was Delila didn't feel like dying in such a manner today. Besides, she really wanted to see if her sheets were ever going to get washed!

"Fire at the one on the right for a moment." Sammo's soldiers turned their attention to the commando, quickly felling him and causing the grenade to roll out of the reach of the rest. Firing resumed on the other commandos, enough to suppress them and move forward ever so slightly. Delila was attempting to back them all into a corner with no way out and it was working.

And if Delila did glance at Sammo she would have thought he was making too many facial expressions. Perhaps he needed to get out more and practice them.

 

[Sammo Hache-Khe of Rae]

[member="Delila Castillon"]

Well the floors and walls of the Spirit would be thick enough to handle a grenade explosion, give the ship some credit, geez.

Either way, the grenade would roll out and one of the Commandos would scramble with hurried words of,
"Get it, quickly!"
But he was too late, with his hand still reached out to the explosive, the grenade would erupt in fire and shrapnel, sending the man back, hitting the durasteel cover they were hiding behind with sick crunch, some of his companions were pushed up against it due to shockwave as well, peppered with shrapnel, or sent over the cover to be easy pickings for Dells and her spacer militia.
Their numbers were getting thinned down quickly, as they were forced to move back with each fallen soldier to maintain what numbers they have left, one of them pulled off a heavy blaster repeater off of his back, setting it up against the metal cover they were using, aiming at Dells and her men, they would have little time before the barrages of bolts would be thrown at them from it.

As for Sammo,
He used his chance while the Knight was pushed back to focus on the Apprentice, his blue saber coming about in an under hand cut, blocked by the Sith before he flicked it around, in a quick attack over-head at his shoulder blocked as well.
With another flick he disengaged the enemy's blade, moving it to the other side he parried the Sith's blade aside, away from both of them.

The Force user growled, moving his free hand up, gathering his anger and fear, channeling the Dark Side in order to throw lightning at the disguised droid.

Or so would he if he wasn't but an Apprentice.
Instead, before he could release the energy, he was thrown into daze by a strike right to his face.
Sammo spun about, keeping the Sith's saber locked aside, as he slammed his elbow into his face and his back in his chest, using his strength once more, his free hand grabbing forcefully the wrist of Sith's saber-hand, in a tight grip it crunched slightly, twisted aside.
"Argh!"
The Sith yelled out as he was disarmed by the droid, his saber cluttering aside.

Sammo spin once more and delivered an open-palm strike into the Sith's solar plexus, pushing the air out of him, knocking him back, and hopefully, getting the Force-user out of the fight.

He didn't had much time to relax, however, as with a scream the Knight was upon him, charging at the droid once more, with a yell he threw his free hand at him, lightning emanating from it in blue streaks.
Sammo brought up his ligthsaber in a block, the electricity arcing about the weapon as he stared down the Sith.

 

[Delila Castillon]

[member="Sammo Hache-Khe of Rae"]

Since the grenade went off without her being prepared(or in armor), white-hot shrapnel found its way into her hip and upper thigh. There was a gasp of pain before it dulled due to the adrenaline of the situation. No way was she going to die on this metal scrap, especially at the hands of Sith and their lackey Commandos. Firing back, the redhead was crippled due to a mixture of pain and the wounds on the right side of her body. Blood darkened her navy pants even further, dripping down towards her knee.

Charged by a Commando, Delila waited then struck him in the nose with her blaster. She was growing irritable and tired and it just made her that much more short tempered on the battlefield. Getting annoyed, she hoisted the blaster, seeing the Sith charge at Sammo.

Leveling the weapon, she discharged a rapid series of shots at the Sith's back.

 

[Sammo Hache-Khe of Rae]

[member="Delila Castillon"]
The strands of lightning would arc about his blade, deflecting at all sides, without the Force Sammo was unable to throw them back at the Sith, but he did stop majority of them. Electric turrets would start to lick at his body, arms and head as he pushed forward, closer and closer to the Sith, his body starting to twitch, his eyes slightly lighting up with blue color as his mechanical body began to over-load and spazz slightly.

As Sammo was about to finally make his move against the Sith, the being groaned out loudly as a barrage of rapid shots collided with his back, burning through his robes and armor, the Knight would be pushed forward by the impact of energy projectiles, Sammo took the time and with a quick step he delivered a strong punch right into the man's temple, breaking off his mask, knocking him out.
He would look across the hangar to Delila, her blaster still leveled as to where the Sith was, barrel smoking slightly,
"Dells!"
He called out to her, grinning at their bit of team work,
"I think I lo-"
Bzzzt
A red blade would erupt through Sammo's chest and pull out, the Spacer clenched his jaw as he watched the energy blade. He turned around quickly to see the figure of the Sith Apprentice he knocked out just minutes ago, it seems the younger Sith regained consciousness and wanted to claim his revenge.

With a quick slash, Sammo was able to slice off the man's hand at the wrist as he turned, impaling the Sith at his stomach, non lethal wound all things considered, even as the Sith groaned out in pain in turn, his hand clasping on Sammo's quickly, keeping the lightsaber blade from moving.
With his other hand Sammo gripped the Sith's throat, black liquid was dripping about the wound in his chest, it seemed like blood so far, but its nature was bit different in reality.

Sammo squeezed Sith's throat and mask, and in his grip the helmet would break away and drop to the floor with a clang as metal cracked and shattered, revealing the young man's face as he struggled with his wound and Sammo's grip.
"You're-"
The young Sith stammered out as he grinned, bit of blood dripping from his lips, yellowed eyes looking into Sammo's,
"You're just like us."
He hissed out as he forced Sammo's saber hand higher, utilizing the last bit of his energy to fuel his strength with his hatred and Force, making the lightsaber blade cut deeper into his body, slicing into his heart, as he forced Sammo to kill him.

Sammo let the Sith's body drop to the floor, his lightsaber deactivating as he watched him with his grey eyes, his jaw clenched still before he finally whispered out to the Sith's corpse.
"May you find joy in a world where there is no war."
He would bent down to reach to the young man's eyes, closing them and resting him on his back, crossing his arms at his chest in performance of the last rites for the Sith, letting him maintain some dignity in death.
Sammo gave out a slight grumble as he placed hi hand over his chest, pressing up against the wound, energy blade weren't as good at closing mechanical wounds as they were with the organic ones. And Sammo was loosing oil and .. transmission fluid? Stuff that he needed to keep moving and stay activated.

Looking about he would finally spot the bloody spot on Delila's leg, he would limp over there slightly, his systems slowly starting to shut down. Slowly. He would offer his hand to her, to help her up, and to help her along.
"Thank for everything, Dellsy, you'll be alright?"
He would ask, glancing to her leg-wound, although he was the one with a bit of a hole in his chest,
Sammo smiled to her with a bit of playful look in his grey eyes, a drip of black liquid forming about the corner of his mouth,
"I think I'll be giving you a raise and better quarters, I'm pretty sure I would want to keep you around."

The battlefield was quieting down, the Commandos were defeated, one of the Sith was slain, the other promptly handcuffed and a breather mask with Force-breaker gas placed over his face, he would be ending up in one of the ship's cells.
Soon enough Sammo would receive a satisfying notification,
"Captain, we have escaped the Cruiser's interdiction field, we are free to jump into hyper-space."
"Punch it."
Sammo gave a curt order before the Young in Spirit, the Space Motel, was on its way out of that forsaken space.
With all of the Spacer Fighters and Tramp Freighters returned to the ship, they had some time to patch up their wounds, grief for their dead, assess the damage to the ship.

And Sammo and Delila would have a chance to talk in peace. Fun!

 

[Delila Castillon]

[member="Sammo Hache-Khe of Rae"]

The battle was over. Delila had hobbled down to the infirmary and got the shrapnel dug out of her wounds. Several painkillers and bacta patches later, the redhead was sent back to her room to recover. Besides the whirring of cleaning droids, it was strangely quiet once they had gotten into hyperspace. Heavy lids closed the view of her room, throwing her into a fitful sleep on sheets that still needed a good cleaning. Yet water was a high premium in space.

Several hours later Dells woke once more. It was hard to sleep, wanting to roll over on the side that was injured. Such was her luck. The most comfortable side was always the side to get injured in battle. Rolling onto her back, gaze searched the featureless ceiling. Life support rumbled through the vents, blowing cooled air down into the room. The faint sound of water rushing through pipes could be heard over the hum of the engines.

She couldn't fall back asleep.

Grumbling, legs swung painfully over the bed and her feet found the cold floor. Wincing at the motions, Delila managed to get up and pull on a robe over her pajamas, walking out of her motel room. Wandering through the hallways, many who passed her gave strange looks. Apparently not many wandered around barefoot in pajamas on the ship unless it was for a midnight snack. Leaning against the turbo lift doors, Delila found her way to Sammo's quarters. Probably best to see how his leaking fluids were holding up.

Knocking on the door, she yawned.

"You decent?"

 

[Sammo Hache-Khe of Rae]

[member="Delila Castillon"]

It was weird how the droids perceived time. Millenniums could pass in an eye blink if they stood and waited for command, seconds could stretch into eternity if they had to focus. The viewed the time in the terms of efficiency and productivity, a second mattered little to a droid if it was not spent working.
Sammo sat on a stool, in his quarters, adjacent to a workbench he had moved into his quarters in case he had to conduct repairs on his equipment or even his own body.

His apartment looked much like a bachelor's studio would, there was a private kitchen section, smaller doorways leading to a closet and bathroom, and there was a modest bed, as opposed to what Sammo claimed earlier, although right now it was covered in datapads and plates of armor. Otherwise, there was not much furniture in the room, there were desks and workbenches, stools next to them, a holo-projector that served for calculating navigation courses and viewing holo-news, and otherwise, just pieces of junk scattered about the quarters. Datapads and scrolls, paintings hanging on the walls here and there, along with what appeared to be alien artifacts, most likely trophies or souvenirs from the Spirits many escapades into uncharted planets.

Speaking of trophies, Sammo was finally making use of one. Bent over the workbench, sparks flew and metal softly groaned as Sammo utilized a small fusion-cutter working on some type of metal contraption.
His grey eyes watched his work stoically as sparks flew from the cutter's touch with the metal and his bare fingers twisted it, continuing his work. The sparks leaving dark small spots on his left cheek. As he worked, he thought about everything that happened today, first Delila moving in and giving him what was the first kiss on the cheek the droid ever experienced, then the Sith ambush and the fight that followed, so many died on the ship that day, fortunately, due to Delila's command, they were mostly Remnant troops among the dead they gathered and fared well in the next life. He recalled how the ship shook and the Sith wished to claim it, how the ship shook and he had to face the two Force users. His arrest of the Knight and the death of the Apprentice, he recalled the young-man's face still. That was part of a curse of being a droid. Perfect memory.

You're just like us.
Words echoed through Sammo's programming as with a final twist he finished his project, letting it rest with a clank on the workbench, cooling off. As much as he tried to dismiss the words, he did had a particular ability to bring trouble wherever he went. Perhaps the Sith were right? Maybe he was as much guilty as they were, being the unintentional harbinger of chaos?
Sammo detected the hot presence the sparks left on his cheeks, he absently reached to touch them, smudging softly the black marks they left. They burned his cheek as much as Delila's lips did just earlier today, but yet somehow, it was not their burst of heat and miniature flames that left the biggest impact on him, but the soft feeling of Major's warm lips pressed to his synthetic skin. They were as warm as the sparks to him, but not as destructive. He liked that.

He thought of his and Delila's injure, he hoped she was alright. Looking down to his chest, he smoothed over the bandages that covered his torso. Their material was simply covering the plaster of fresh synthetic skin and metal that was still molding to his body, keeping his fluids from spraying everywhere until he could get somewhere where he could get proper repairs.

It was just then he heard knocking on his quarter's doors, he jumped slightly as he turned to the doorway, he never had any guests after all! And then he heard Delila's words,
"You decent?"
He pushed himself off of the stool, muttering out as he glanced to two easels in one corner of the room,
"Chit."
With the curse he quickly snatched the little object he manufactured from the work bench, hiding whatever he made in the pocket of his pants,
"Well, I'm wearing pants, just give me a second!"
He called out to Delila, his simple but comfortable grey pants covered him up, he was topless though, although his chest was wrapped in the white linens that kept his plaster together, so it's not like Delila would get too much of a peek on him except the silhouette.

Coming over to the easels, Delila could hear a rustle of fabric from across the door as Sammo took a large sheet of cloth he had laying about and placed it over the two easels, fresh smell of paint was still about them, most likely something he has painted very recently.
With their images hidden, he smoothed out the fabric of his pants, also cleaning metallic dust off of his palms. Sammo would finally come up to the door, pushing a button to let their metal surface disappear and reveal the sleepy pajama-Dells.

"Hey, I wasn't really expecting you at this time."
He gave her a soft smile, small black smudges visible on his cheek,
"Or anybody really."
Sammo slightly shrugged, stepping aside to let her through,
"Come on in, glad you have the energy to walk about like that."
He quipped, inviting her into the dark confines of his quarters. The only real light source in the room right now was the blue sheen of the holo-transmitter showing holo-news from Protectorate territory, and a lamp above the workbench he was busy just minutes ago at. Sammo didn't really had need for extra light, but in some cases it helped.

 

[Delila Castillon]

[member="Sammo Hache-Khe of Rae"]

Delila was about to suggest she could leave. Disturbing folks in the middle of the night wasn't her intention, but as far as she knew Sammo didn't sleep. So instead she hobbled into his apartment, favoring her good leg highly. Dimly lit by a worklight and holonews feed, Delila picked her way to the couch. Normally she would ask to sit down and not just be so bold. With her hip and leg killing her though, she would hope Sammo would have the good sense to understand.

Sinking into the couch, she stretched out her bad leg. Faded and well worn pajama pants stopped slightly below her ankle, revealing blood red painted toes. Closing the robe around her tanktop clad upper better, Delila yawned slightly. It smelled highly of paint and she was hoping not to get some type of odd contact high. Might help with the pain she was experiencing though.

"Droids wear bandages?" Critical eye fell on his chest. "How are you holding up? I would have brought oil but there isnt a convenience store around these parts.

 

[Sammo Hache-Khe of Rae]

[member="Delila Castillon"]

Sammo understood when Dells went straight for the couch, he would close the door behind her with a push of the button, following to join her,
"Eyes up here, Dells."
He smirked, motioning for her to look up from his chest,
"And if you're having trouble finding oil, imagine how hard it is to find synthetic skin to replace the burned hole in my chest and back, until then, the bandage will keep plaster from falling off and me losing fluids. I'll get repairs on Abregado, don't worry."
Sammo would reach to softly touch Delila's forearm,
"And I'm much better now."
The droid would smirk to her once more,
"How about you, Delila? You look like you could use a leg massage."
He smirked, glancing to the leg she has stretched out, her blood-red toenails and all.

 

[Delila Castillon]

[member="Sammo Hache-Khe of Rae"]

"Nice to see you're doing well then"

Shifting uncomfortably, Delila shook her head. The last thing she needed was for anyone to get close to her leg. Eyes wandered around the dimly lit apartment for a moment. She spotted some sleeping Ropos curled up in a corner. Hopefully they would remain asleep and not attack her for things like biscuits or pets. Clearly she was not a Ropo person in the best of moods, let alone in her current crabby state.

"No. No touching. It hurts enough with just the fabric of the pants on it. No, I'm not taking those off either."

 

[Sammo Hache-Khe of Rae]

[member="Delila Castillon"]
Sammo rose a brow at that, leaning back slightly, seeing she was a bit uncomfortable, whether it was because of him or the wound on her leg, he didn't knew, it's not like he had that many personal interactions with people,
"I think you've been spending too much if Sio if that's your first concern, as much as I like having you close by, Dells,"
He smirked,
"That would be a bit too close, especially due to my nature."
Sammo would nod slightly, reaching to scratch the back of his head,
"Although I liked that kissing thing you did with my cheek, it's a very weird thing for me. Exciting, but weird."

Sammo looked aside to the three ropos sleeping in their little blanket-covered basket in the corner,
"But I want to thank you, Dells, for being here and not being a stranger. I haven't really had anybody get too close to me since my son during Old Republic."

 

[Delila Castillon]

[member="Sammo Hache-Khe of Rae"]

Delila always found Sammo a bit odd. It was easy to forget sometimes it was just HK in a middle aged mans body. Or...body skeleton covering thing. Wiggling her toes and instantly regretting it, Dells sighed as she looked over to the Captain.

"Glad I could give you a weird, exciting and awkward moment for you to remember well into the future." Eyebrow raised at the mention of son. "This is rude of me but I can't picture you as a father figure."

 

[Sammo Hache-Khe of Rae]

[member="Delila Castillon"]

Sammo smiled back to Delila at the first bit,
"Well I always appreciate your weird, exciting, and awkward companionship."
His smiled disappeared at the mention of being father figure once more though, he leaned back on the couch/bed thingy, a bit away from Delila,
"I already nanny over the Kerrigan, and Abregado-Rae, or my other body does at least. But it has been a while since I was called 'dad',"
He nodded slightly, looking out of the viewport of his office, so cliche,
"His name was Kir O'Raen, a human Padawan in the Old Republic, I knew him since he was brought into the temple, away from his family, as a youngling hopeful. I was one of his first teachers, I taught him how to properly handle a lightsaber, what it meant to hold that symbol of authority, and the oaths that came with it. Once his training was over he stuck around, taking co-repetition with me on lightsaber-arts, asking me to teach him other things. Over time it just became so natural, I would greet him when he came back from his missions, guiding him through the every-day Temple life, teaching him how to deal with growing up."
HK shook his head slightly, biting the inside of his synthetic cheek,
"And then the War came, and we faced the Sith together."

 

[Delila Castillon]

[member="Sammo Hache-Khe of Rae"]

Weird, exciting and awkward companionship? Delila raised her eyebrow but said nothing. After all, Sammo was involved in some tale about some Padawan in the Old Republic. At this time, HK most likely would have been fresh off the assembly line and well greased. Why HK would be in a Jedi Temple was beyond her. Perhaps he had been a nanny droid ad much of his conversation had suggested. When did Kerrigan need a nanny? Wasn't that Tegs job? To love and cherish until Siobhan was limbless and more cantankerous?

"Sounds very....uh...sad. Considering how history played out."

 

[Sammo Hache-Khe of Rae]

[member="Delila Castillon"]

Sammo nodded slightly, rubbing the back of his head,
"Well the War isn't much fun, he didn't die by the hand of a Sith though,"
The HRD looked back to Delila,
"During the war, when he has grown up he fell in love with a fellow Jedi Knight, at the time I was more romantic when it came to idea of Jedi developing such bonds with each other, I supported them, as I believed everyone should be able to do what made them happy, be free, since, you know, my freedom was a bit limited."
He slightly smirked, but that soon enough washed away as he continued,
"So I helped them meet in secret, eventually merry, and they had a child, which I helped deliver."
Sammo shook his head slightly,
"But the Order found out, they sent Shadows after them to arrest them, even on the day his daughter was born they tried to raid their household. I stopped them, of course, but I was taken back to the Temple where they kept me under watch."

He sighed slightly,
"But Kir had enough hounding by the order, enough escaping, he came to speak with them and turned to the Dark Side, he lead the Sith in a surprise attack, many Jedi died, young and old, it was too late for me to interject by the time I got out of the cell they put me in. I was able to only gather the dead and pay them respects. The Order was by no means destroyed, but it was a big hit. Kir joined the ranks of the Sith then, and begun to climb their hierarchy as the war went on, and I hunted him."
Sammo twined the fingers of his hands together, looking down on them,
"I taught him well, he was a prominent swordsman. I finally caught up to him on Mustafar, he was the Emperor by then, wearing a white mask made from bones of one of the fallen Jedi, a Whipid. We dueled there on Mustafar, I thought him well, but I did not taught him everything,"
Once more he would look to Dells, slight smirk appearing on his face as he remembered the situation,
"All this time, and we were so close, and he did not realized that my wrists could rotate all the way around at high-speed, I just never used it in a duel until then,"

Sammo's smirk disappeared once more as he looked down,
"I cut off his hands at his wrists and only told him that I loved him, before I decapitated him on Mustafar, second Sith Emperor that fell to my blade."
He shook his head,
"I got one shot at being a father, and I really kharked it up."

 

[Delila Castillon]

[member="Sammo Hache-Khe of Rae"]

Delila nodded slowly. There wasn't much she could really say in all honesty. It was so long ago but clearly it haunted Sammo to this day. Arm went and rested on the back of the couch as she sunk into the furniture further. Killing anyone was a sad proposition. Delila had done it enough times to know the personal consequences it could have on a person - real or HRD. Sigh escaped her lips before she could finally reply to Sammo.

"Aren't you nearly immortal? I'm sure you'll trick some woman into giving you a child. Isn't there something with Jedi and future in motion?"

Shrugging, Delila wasn't doing any good in terms of cheering anyone up.

"Jedi sure have issues regarding sex and love. Perhaps if they got it on more they wouldn't be so uptight."