Unit 422 reporting for duty

[Rhoden Carbine]

The appropriate files came up on Rhoden's helmet display and he nodded, "Very well, very well, we'll deal with the mess you've made. Please refrain from blowing anything up." he said.

He held up a hand as the bounty hunter moved toward the woman, "No. We'll take her." he'd gotten a closer look at the "woman" and he had a growing suspicion she was in fact the HDR that the Captain was looking for.

"Don't worry, you're not in any trouble, we've actually been looking for you." Rhoden said, wondering how the droid would react to being taken by the Empire. Hopefully well.

[Raphael Xandir]

Raphael’s eyes followed the events occurring, this cantina had become too crowded for his likening. No backup was a sure sign that he would soon get himself some trouble so he began backing his was out towards the door again. Once outside he began tapping on his holowatch again to send a message to the investors that the meeting location would be altered just a bit.

Strutting through the alleyway, he eventually made it to the front of the cantina where a crowd had been forming nearby. The Sith didn’t want to attract unwanted attention so he just carried on his way toward the new meeting location.

His holowatch rang again, this time his father. His wrist rose to pick up his voice, “Had a little change of plans with this meeting. I will be in touch shortly with the details.”

[OOC: For any future posting order, the Sith have rolled out.]

[Master Buggie]

((OOC: Me too. Good luck, have fun.))

[Professor Mors]

[Watch your step Sir!], the Major called out, as Vassyl narrowly avoid a fallen log. [Are our friends in place?!], Doren frantically inquired, prompting a swift nod from his counterpart, [Yessir, standing by now]. Exhaling hurriedly, the Captain awkwardly returned his sidearm to its holster, and prepped himself for a sudden stop at the bottom of unforgiving hill. Swinging his right foot forward, Doren slide down the rest of the dirt mound, and bellowed, [Now!]. In an instant, the weary young officer slung his force pike out from over his shoulder, and sent a stinging jab up at the stampeding beast. Major Patrias soon followed suit, as did the rest of Doren's band that had finally regrouped with their superior. The Walluga writhed about as the makeshift phalanx repeatedly struck at its legs and underbelly, until the abomination let loose one final dying shriek, and proceeded to spit the severed appendage from its maw.

Vassyl watched with anguish as the errant limb went flying into the air- only to be caught in the chitinous mandibles of a Can-Cell flying overhead. Reflexively lowering his weapon, Doren gaped at the cruelly serendipity that had blessed the winged creature, whilst his previous aggressor crumbled merely inches from where he stood. [You have got to be kidding me], a winded Patrias huffed over the commline, [Sir, what do you-]. The battle-tested veteran didn't bother finishing his inquiry, observing Vassyl quick acquisition of macrobinoculars. [Could've have sworn we passed a nest back along the trail], Doren offered back without removing his sights from the heavens. Patrias briefly pondered the chances of dissuading his superior, only to shrug his shoulders and begin rounding up the rest of the away team. Taking up a mid-range scanning pack from one of his comrades, the Major jogged back up to Doren, and two began to retrace their long, laborious steps.

[Unit 422]

Looking for me? He means this unit or does its appearance resembles someone? Impossible, the makers wouldn't make a mistake such as designing an HRD's appearance similar to someone on the Empire's radar, the galaxy is a vast place so there is little chance that this is random. Time to see what intel the data bank has on it, its obvious that there is no chance of escaping, maybe self preservation or destruction?

>Personality protocol compromised = Shutdown.
>Browsing Memory Core
>No Data found.
>Browsing Command lines
>Protocol 208 found.
>Imperial menace = Begin escape protocol.
>Unable to escape = Do not open fire
>Scanning for context...
>No entries on context lines.
>Executing Protocol 208...
>Cooperation protocol engaged.

The droid's logical systems finds it... strange that the contractors programmed it to not open fire on Imperial personel, it is a hidden code and definetely isn't one of the original codes from the makers, it must mean that the input date is after it was bought by the contractors, is there a traitor among them, has the empire captured the employers and thats how they know about this unit? As it was forced to cooperate due to protocol 208, it lost all emotions, having a deadpan expression on its face. -Unit 422 reporting for duty.- The droid saluted as it started to display signs of following the protocol that a droid usually does. -Codename Hazel. This unit has sustained heavy damage and is opperating dangerously bellow 25% capacity.-

>Check Mission log.
>Last mission = Failed
>Current mission = Nonexistent.

It turned its attention to the commander, searching for reference and finding him to be the highest authority avaiable on sight. -This unit is not completely battleready. Permission to shutdown to preserve energy before the next mission.-

[Rhoden Carbine]

"Hmm, yes. An associate of mine is--with any luck--collecting some of your missing components." Rhoden said. "Yes, yes, you can shut down for now, I'll have one of my people see about fixing you up as best he can." he added.

He watched as the bounty hunters left, thankfully not making any trouble. "I'd say this went well." he said, "How d'you figure?" Jorvan asked, "We didn't get shot at." Jorvan paused, "Fair enough."