(Omake) Damages (Canon)
Panory
The Omake Dragon
- Location
- New York
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Damages
"S-statement: I am ready to assass-assass-assass-kill your enemies Master." Ciaran looked on in shock as her prized assassin droid stuttered and sparked in her office. A notification came up on her desk, informing her of the Foundry team's return. It would have been impressive that HK-47 beat the message even if he wasn't so obviously damaged.
"Are you… sure you're okay?" asked Ciaran warily. "No severe damages sustained retaking the Foundry?"
"Deception: DECEPTION ROUTINES DAMAGED. Structural integrity is at risk, several subroutines have been rendered inoperable, and voice processors are degra-degrad-on the fritz. Statement: I am eager to eliminate my targets now that the Foundry is under our control." Sparks flew from the droid's neck as he stuttered over words, and he didn't seem to have realized that he hadn't actually lied to her.
Rather than respond, Ciaran pushed a button on the intercom. "Cheriss, would you come to my office immediately."
It wasn't phrased as a question, and Cheriss noticed. "Right away, ma'am."
"Ooh, you're in trouble!" Ciaran herd Galvin's voice, distinct even as it was muted, before Cheriss released the button on her end.
Neither Ciaran nor HK-47 moved, though the latter's fixation to the spot may not have been voluntary, standing in relative silence for a few minutes until Cheriss arrived. "Whatever you heard about my meeting with Galen Erso, it isn't true. Probably." The Shard finally took notice of HK-47's dismal state. "Oh dear! What happened to you?"
Ciaran glanced down at her report. "Apparently he was launched approximately twenty yards at high velocity into solid durasteel. Obviously, there's been some damage. I'd like you to take a look at him as soon possible." Ciaran turned her head to 'look' at HK-47. "And he's not to leave the lab until he's back to one hundred percent. Am I understood?"
Cheriss hesitated, not sure if that last part was directed to her or the droid. HK seemed to make up his mind faster than she could. "Agreement: Very well Master. I will submit myself to these repairs, so that I can more quickly ensure your enemies are dead-dead-dead-cadaverific." said HK-47, short circuiting once more.
"Cheriss, I'm trusting you to get HK back in fighting shape. I'll have need of his talents soon." said Ciaran, nodding to her Chief Engineer.
"Absolutely ma'am!" Cheriss began to escort her new charge out of the room, mentally preparing for a few sleepless nights to get everything in working order.
"Oh, and Cheriss?" Cheriss turned back, pausing at Ciaran's prompting. "You'll be telling me what kinds of things I might have heard about you're meeting with Galen Erso later." Cheriss simply nodded, leaving the room a few shades paler.
AN: Poor hunter-killer was the only one hit in Foundry, by Revan's Monster no less. I figured he needs some bedrest/maintenance, no matter how much he oh so desperately wants to go kill stuff for us.