War between Stars.
War between Stars
“Xander, its an HK droid! It’s gonna kill us!” Andrew whined, not ready to die before knowing the touch of a woman.
“Explanation: I am HK-55, fully armed for combat and will be acting as your bodyguard.” The black & gold droid explained in a monotone that still came off condescending.
“HK-55?” The Sunnydale geek questioned.
“Yeah, he’s like five evolutions from the more well known HK-47. Revan’s pal.” Xander answered, while taking the droid on a tour of their vessel.
“This is my baby. A Corona-class armed frigate. 376.29 meter diameter, 700 kph, class-1 hyperdrive, with an armament to die for. A massive ion cannon, 6 laser cannons, 2 missile bays, 6 point-defense laser cannons, and an honest to God tractor-beam.” The dark haired Scooby explained to the droid.
“Its got 6 Flarestar-class attack shuttles, 12 WLO-5 battle tanks. And it can hold a crew of 64 comfortably. Not counting droids.” It was indeed Xander’s baby. How could he pass on getting a starship that looked like the 1950’s flying saucer?
“Declaration: Impressive. The pirate Saucer Mothership, as its better known is a fearsome ship, master.”
“We, ah, don’t have a crew of 64 yet though.” Andrew pointed out, still nervous around the HK.
“Query: How large is your crew?”
“Ah,” Xander pointed out the droids as they walked. “Andrew & I are the only organics. We have two R2 units, and a R3. They take care of plotting the course, and five T3 series for maintenance.”
Andrew just about wet himself when he got his hands on a pair of R2s. He’d ordered the classic blue & white paintjob for one and green & white for the other. So that he could tell the difference.
Though their beeps and whistles were pretty much exactly alike, Xander didn’t see much difference other then the paint. The R3 was a lot smarter in his opinion.
“We also have a pair of TC 3PO protocol droids. Andrew & I lack a lot of language skills commonly known, so we rely on the crimson pair.”
“Greetings, I am TC 3PO, human cyborg relations. Ever so nice to meet you.” One of the crimson droids introduced its self to the HK unit.
“Insincere Statement: The pleasure is all mine.”
Xander just rolled his eyes at Andrew, who’s lips quirked up at the sarcasm of the HK.
“How rude.” The TC stated before walking away.
“We also have a half dozen Droideka for ship security, twenty-five BX-series battle commandos to pilot the shuttles & tanks during combat, and a pair of 2-1B surgical droids.”
“We’re a regular clunker crew.” Andrew joked.
“Statement: Excellent. Droids are always a step up from the organic failures of the general meatbags.”
“Query: And my primary function will be bodyguard for you,” HK gestured to Xander, “and you,” he gestured to Andrew, “are my secondary objective?”
“Yes, when off the ship you’ll accompany me or Andrew and keep us safe. That is, until we can buy a second HK-series. While on the ship you’ll be in charge of security, the Droideka, and BX-series will follow your orders.”
“Further Query: What is the function of this crew?”
Xander & Andrew shared a grin before answering, “we hunt Jedi.”
