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ladyofleithianTitle: Electronic Butchery
Summary: Arawn gets a mysterious HK pacifist package. Terror ensues.
Prompt: Androids and Robots
The trade with Geeda had gone well indeed. Not only had Arawn gotten a new, green robe (at this point, she wondered if green was a new motif for her. Green lightsaber, green robe) but she’d also gotten an HK Protocol Pacifist Package. Whatever that was, she thought. HK would like that, at least, she thought. Even thanking Geeda, she headed back to the ship with Atton.
“You look...good,” he said. Arawn could tell that he was at least looking at her in the robe, sufficiently impressed. Then again, Atton seemed to find her just about effortlessly attractive. Arawn couldn’t say she was used to it, especially since she had grown up in the Order, where such things were hardly thought of. And Atton...well, Atton had gone from an uneasy ally getting off Peragus to a good friend to...something else. She knew that he was attractive, very attractive, but he was also funny, loyal, and when sufficiently poked, kind.
“Thank you,” Arawn said. “I’m just glad I managed to iron out things with Dantooine and Onderon.”
“That’s my girl — saving the galaxy one planet at a time.”
Arawn did laugh. There was something about Atton that was comforting, really.
***
HK-47 consented to the procedure, installing the pacifist package in him. What Arawn didn’t expect (and what she supposed she should have known about happening, considering the label) was HK-47 having a personality switch.
“I need you combat ready,” Arawn said, “So stay sharp.”
“Answer: Oh no, is that in an instance where we have to run away or retreat? Master, I assure you, I’m fully unequipped for combat.”
Silence.
“What have I done?” Arawn whispered.
“Comforting Answer: Oh, Master, I assure you; I’ve always been like this. I respect all life. All life is connected and should be nurtured.”
Atton turned to Arawn, gaping. T3 beeped in distress. And Bao-Dur — well, it was hard to tell, but he seemed just as concerned.
"General,” Bao-Dur said, “What exactly is happening?”
“I think I’m going to take that package out now...” Arawn said.
***
HK was back to normal. Thank the Force. He proceeded to chastise Arawn, imploring her to never install something in him without checking it in the diagnostics bay first.
“Don’t worry, HK,” Arawn said. “Next time Geeda has another one of these, I’ll definitely check it in the diagnostics bay first.”
“Statement: That was a close one. For a moment, I almost surrendered to peace and pacifism...how repugnant. Conclusion: Still, there was a brief moment where I understood why some meatbags would choose peace and friendship over a high-powered blaster carbine.”
“Well,” Arawn said, “That’s...interesting?"
“Query: Now are there any other horrors you wish to inflict on my unsuspecting system or is your electronic butchery done?”
“I think I’m done.” Arawn sighed. “HK, I am so sorry. I promise I’ll make it up to you. Next time we run across HK-50s out to kill us, maybe?”
“Statement: That is satisfactory.”
***
“So, that happened.”
Arawn nodded. And Atton, damn him, actually started laughing. He started laughing so hard that Arawn thought, for a moment, that he was going to start crying.
“Atton, it’s not funny,” Arawn said. “Okay, fine, maybe it’s a little funny. The look on Bao-Dur’s face was definitely...something, at least.” She sighed good-naturally, running a hand through her hair. “I have a feeling that I’m going to have to try very hard to make it up to HK. Maybe let him kill the next group of HK-50s that comes across our path...”
Atton tapped his chin thoughtfully. “Hmmm...on the one hand, it’s kriffing HK-47, but on the other hand, he’s not likely to try and kill you in your sleep...”
“Atton,” Arawn scolded. “HK isn’t an indiscriminate killer...”
“He’s a scary droid, though; don’t lie to yourself...”
“He’s not a serial killer. He’s just...a droid with a very unique code of conduct.”
Atton snorted. “All right, but I’d recommend sleeping with a lightsaber next to your pillow, just in case.” Then, “Just wondering: how do you think that Rodian got that pacifist package in the first place?"
Arawn shook her head. “No idea.”
"I’m just saying, we could have run into some mad inventor and brought all of Nar Shaddaa to ruin...”
Arawn snorted. “You’re impossible,” she said, but it was a good-natured jibe, a bit of teasing.
“Maybe Oondar was some sort of hero the whole time...”
“I think your theory has some holes in it,” Arawn said. “Really."
Still, she wouldn’t deny that when they got off Nar Shaddaa, she would have to owe HK-47 a huge favor indeed.
Summary: Arawn gets a mysterious HK pacifist package. Terror ensues.
Prompt: Androids and Robots
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
The trade with Geeda had gone well indeed. Not only had Arawn gotten a new, green robe (at this point, she wondered if green was a new motif for her. Green lightsaber, green robe) but she’d also gotten an HK Protocol Pacifist Package. Whatever that was, she thought. HK would like that, at least, she thought. Even thanking Geeda, she headed back to the ship with Atton.
“You look...good,” he said. Arawn could tell that he was at least looking at her in the robe, sufficiently impressed. Then again, Atton seemed to find her just about effortlessly attractive. Arawn couldn’t say she was used to it, especially since she had grown up in the Order, where such things were hardly thought of. And Atton...well, Atton had gone from an uneasy ally getting off Peragus to a good friend to...something else. She knew that he was attractive, very attractive, but he was also funny, loyal, and when sufficiently poked, kind.
“Thank you,” Arawn said. “I’m just glad I managed to iron out things with Dantooine and Onderon.”
“That’s my girl — saving the galaxy one planet at a time.”
Arawn did laugh. There was something about Atton that was comforting, really.
***
HK-47 consented to the procedure, installing the pacifist package in him. What Arawn didn’t expect (and what she supposed she should have known about happening, considering the label) was HK-47 having a personality switch.
“I need you combat ready,” Arawn said, “So stay sharp.”
“Answer: Oh no, is that in an instance where we have to run away or retreat? Master, I assure you, I’m fully unequipped for combat.”
Silence.
“What have I done?” Arawn whispered.
“Comforting Answer: Oh, Master, I assure you; I’ve always been like this. I respect all life. All life is connected and should be nurtured.”
Atton turned to Arawn, gaping. T3 beeped in distress. And Bao-Dur — well, it was hard to tell, but he seemed just as concerned.
"General,” Bao-Dur said, “What exactly is happening?”
“I think I’m going to take that package out now...” Arawn said.
***
HK was back to normal. Thank the Force. He proceeded to chastise Arawn, imploring her to never install something in him without checking it in the diagnostics bay first.
“Don’t worry, HK,” Arawn said. “Next time Geeda has another one of these, I’ll definitely check it in the diagnostics bay first.”
“Statement: That was a close one. For a moment, I almost surrendered to peace and pacifism...how repugnant. Conclusion: Still, there was a brief moment where I understood why some meatbags would choose peace and friendship over a high-powered blaster carbine.”
“Well,” Arawn said, “That’s...interesting?"
“Query: Now are there any other horrors you wish to inflict on my unsuspecting system or is your electronic butchery done?”
“I think I’m done.” Arawn sighed. “HK, I am so sorry. I promise I’ll make it up to you. Next time we run across HK-50s out to kill us, maybe?”
“Statement: That is satisfactory.”
***
“So, that happened.”
Arawn nodded. And Atton, damn him, actually started laughing. He started laughing so hard that Arawn thought, for a moment, that he was going to start crying.
“Atton, it’s not funny,” Arawn said. “Okay, fine, maybe it’s a little funny. The look on Bao-Dur’s face was definitely...something, at least.” She sighed good-naturally, running a hand through her hair. “I have a feeling that I’m going to have to try very hard to make it up to HK. Maybe let him kill the next group of HK-50s that comes across our path...”
Atton tapped his chin thoughtfully. “Hmmm...on the one hand, it’s kriffing HK-47, but on the other hand, he’s not likely to try and kill you in your sleep...”
“Atton,” Arawn scolded. “HK isn’t an indiscriminate killer...”
“He’s a scary droid, though; don’t lie to yourself...”
“He’s not a serial killer. He’s just...a droid with a very unique code of conduct.”
Atton snorted. “All right, but I’d recommend sleeping with a lightsaber next to your pillow, just in case.” Then, “Just wondering: how do you think that Rodian got that pacifist package in the first place?"
Arawn shook her head. “No idea.”
"I’m just saying, we could have run into some mad inventor and brought all of Nar Shaddaa to ruin...”
Arawn snorted. “You’re impossible,” she said, but it was a good-natured jibe, a bit of teasing.
“Maybe Oondar was some sort of hero the whole time...”
“I think your theory has some holes in it,” Arawn said. “Really."
Still, she wouldn’t deny that when they got off Nar Shaddaa, she would have to owe HK-47 a huge favor indeed.
