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far_far_away2020-09-12 08:02 pm
redarmorhunter) wrote in far_far_away2020-09-12 08:02 pm
A Robot Goes Hunting [Open]
Who: HK-47 and You!
Where: A planet of your choosing - or Hoth.
When: KOTOR era or main EU timeline.
What: Combat thread featuring HK-47. See prompts for more!
Warnings: Combat, violence.
Prompt A - The Days of the Old Republic
He extended his arm, the flame projector sending a dream of fire out and downwards into the stretch of the trench nearest to him. A pair of Sith troopers escaped by throwing down their rifles and jumping over the dirt lip of it, running. The other three kept trying to overcome his shielding, and died very quickly for it.
He turned his attention back to the advance in front of him. There was much still to do. He turned his head, very briefly, inserting a new power back into his zersium blaster rifle.
"Statement: the tide is turning."
Prompt B - Between Empire Strikes Back and Return of the Jedi.
Hoth was cold. Cold enough to put even his servos to difficulty. And that did nothing, nothing whatsoever, to improve his mood. He was hostile enough on a good day, but the cold added a new element to it. Not that he had many complaints. The arising of the Rebellion meant he had more employment then he'd had since the Clone Wars.
But he'd been pulled from active missions. And, either as punishment or action, assigned to the droid pool. Like a common astromech unit, filthy-mouthed little beasts that they generally were.
From there, he'd been called upon for protection duty of all things. A bodyguard, when he should have been out blasting Stormtroopers by the bushel. He sighed, rapping his metal hand on the door. Time to get to work. It was either that or just left in some closet somewhere.
Where: A planet of your choosing - or Hoth.
When: KOTOR era or main EU timeline.
What: Combat thread featuring HK-47. See prompts for more!
Warnings: Combat, violence.
Prompt A - The Days of the Old Republic
He extended his arm, the flame projector sending a dream of fire out and downwards into the stretch of the trench nearest to him. A pair of Sith troopers escaped by throwing down their rifles and jumping over the dirt lip of it, running. The other three kept trying to overcome his shielding, and died very quickly for it.
He turned his attention back to the advance in front of him. There was much still to do. He turned his head, very briefly, inserting a new power back into his zersium blaster rifle.
"Statement: the tide is turning."
Prompt B - Between Empire Strikes Back and Return of the Jedi.
Hoth was cold. Cold enough to put even his servos to difficulty. And that did nothing, nothing whatsoever, to improve his mood. He was hostile enough on a good day, but the cold added a new element to it. Not that he had many complaints. The arising of the Rebellion meant he had more employment then he'd had since the Clone Wars.
But he'd been pulled from active missions. And, either as punishment or action, assigned to the droid pool. Like a common astromech unit, filthy-mouthed little beasts that they generally were.
From there, he'd been called upon for protection duty of all things. A bodyguard, when he should have been out blasting Stormtroopers by the bushel. He sighed, rapping his metal hand on the door. Time to get to work. It was either that or just left in some closet somewhere.