"come here" visas says to handmaiden  "listen... follow the exiles thoughts... there is something is wrong..."

<{POST_SNAPBACK}>

Guide me, slowly with your hands, tell me everything you want to do, anything crazy, I'm yours if you will have me...

Amused Statement: What is this? Meatbags, giving in to their base desires. Oh, how much I know of such desires, why one time when I was on an extended assassination, I served as a Hutt's pleasure droid. Oh how I loathed that meatbag. It had an untimely death at the hands of rogue nanites introduced to it's body from an unknown source. If any of you meatbags need me I have been retrofitted with certain 'attachments' that may or may not be useful to you.

All the positions seem to have been filled, the only empty one is Manndalore, if anyone wants to be him?

 

This thread is starting to bear fruit and that's good, i'm glad that nearly all the positions have been filled, though i am surprised that HK-47 was not taken up sooner, he is a popular char.

 

Ok back to the story:

 

Little does GO-TO know, but that ion granade he just threw away was just the casing, the actual explosive core buried itself into his memmory core, i will let him have a flase scence of security...for now.

 

I see handmaiden talking to Visas and walk over, ''Hey, whats up?'' i enquire.

 

P.S. I see that this is starting to turn into a Star wars themed porn scene, dont do anything hardcore...yet.

Edited August 2, 200619 yr by Metal_billy

<stares at Atton and wonders to himself what 'flase' is on his spare clock cycles>

Edited August 2, 200619 yr by Fenghuang

"Memory core secure." :Heard coming from a computer panel:

 

That imbecile Atton can't do a damn thing right, I do wonder though why I'm so deeply captivated by his buff, well-sculptured body. I'm drawn to his gooey undersides like a hutt's drawn to cake, a particularly gooey and chocolaty cake, God, this contemporary Adonis has warmed my metal heart, has butchered my soul into oblivion with his constant rejections and repudiations, I know there's no tomorrow for me, I know this as I know the sun is on the sky, birds singing sweetest hymns to his most glorious presence. Ave Satani.

 

:GO-TO moves toward HK-47:

 

"Psst, hey HK, psst, psst. Say, how'd you like to become a harbinger of the apocalypse, a pawn of the darkest Lord himself, a weapon of unyielding chaos and destruction? I do promise you a good pay, and I swear this to you know, you may butcher lower beings at will and bathe in their most vivid blood."

(Exlopsion)

 

I blast throud the security doors and make my way down the hall!

 

"Pyoo! Pyoo!" I say as I blast the gaurds with my laser blaster.

 

"You know, you don't have to make the sound yourself, the blaster already does that." Says Carth as he makes his way down the hall behind me.

 

"Kablam!" I scream as I shoot shoot him in the face. "How about a little laser eye surgery?! Haw, haw, haw, haw, haw. See what I did there? Because it shoots lasers, and I shot you in the face?" I say to Carth's dead corpse.

 

I make my way to the door at the end of the hall. "Senator, I'm here! Let me in!"

(Door opens)

"Mira, you've made it- What happened to all of my gaurds?!"

 

No time to explain senator, now take of your pants. We haven't much time."

"Mira, I am your GO-TO." I say as I relieve myself of the human shell.

"Damn you GO-TO-ooooooooo!!!!

 

I don't do droids!"

But, but, you promised! You promised!

How did you get way out here anyway? Shouldn't you be on the ship?

Eww Eww Shouldn't you be on the ship Eww

 

Frankly, if you need know, I came here to confess my love for you, I took this human shape for you, I renounced my life as a mindless utensil, for you, always for you!

Ok this RP is falling to pieces, let's get back to my last post ok?

Thread pruned, again.

 

Keep it PG, alright?

Now you tell me.

Shouldn't that be PG-13?

 

 

"Dear Diary,

 

I do wonder why Miss Mira seems so disgusted by my attempts at seducing her, I swear, I've been the perfect gentlemen, oh how I wish she'd let me probe her insights with my gargantuan multi-faceted antenna of pulsating steel. Sigh, I feel so unwanted, I tried talking to HK, he's a robot, all alone, he should understand, but he doesn't like me either! He said something about my digestive tube and his big throbbing gun, God, I wish I'd understand the slang these kids today use, they're so immature, caring only about their dresses and their mascara, our whole society is turning into this materialistic slum, it revolts me me, so horrifying! I also put a hex on Atton, he's been a big meanie, all I wanted to do was play with him, I didn't ask for much, he called me names and ignored me, big meanie! I don't know why I keep trying, nothing ever changes, it is like we're being relegated to this life of misery by a vengeful God-of-the-skies, I should cuts my circuits, I should cut my circuits in front of all those slimy gooey silly jerks! That'd a teach 'em! Take GO-TO seriously! Sigh. It's hard being a robot..."

Shouldn't that be PG-13?

 

 

"Dear Diary,

 

I do wonder why Miss Mira seems so disgusted by my attempts at seducing her, I swear, I've been the perfect gentlemen, oh how I wish she'd let me probe her insights with my gargantuan multi-faceted antenna of pulsating steel. Sigh, I feel so unwanted, I tried talking to HK, he's a robot, all alone, he should understand, but he doesn't like me either! He said something about my digestive tube and his big throbbing gun, God, I wish I'd understand the slang these kids today use, they're so immature, caring only about their dresses and their mascara, our whole society is turning into this materialistic slum, it revolts me me, so horrifying! I also put a hex on Atton, he's been a big meanie, all I wanted to do was play with him, I didn't ask for much, he called me names and ignored me, big meanie! I don't know why I keep trying, nothing ever changes, it is like we're being relegated to this life of misery by a vengeful God-of-the-skies, I should cuts my circuits, I should cut my circuits in front of all those slimy gooey silly jerks! That'd a teach 'em! Take GO-TO seriously! Sigh. It's hard being a robot..."

<{POST_SNAPBACK}>

 

Threat: Would you like to repeat that you antiquated repulsorlift chassis thrown over a voice-modulator. I never said anything of the sort, for my emotional processors, now and forever, belong to the Handmaiden, my one true love.

Why are you reading my Journal?! You, you, bastard! Give it back!

  If any of you meatbags need me I have been retrofitted with certain 'attachments' that may or may not be useful to you. 

<{POST_SNAPBACK}>

Oooo baby tell me more, you big hunk! Got a meat bag for me maybe?

T3 wonders what drugs Handmaiden has been using.

Edited August 3, 200619 yr by Blank

T3 wonders what drugs Handmaiden has been using.

<{POST_SNAPBACK}>

 

[Mandalor sitting quietly watching the on board-security-cams and listening to the rest of the dysfunctional crew ]

 

Thinks, 'Humm...if they were mandalorians I'd know how to deal with them all. Damn the Exile and... Revan both... probably best to let Atton and the rest know about the other reason why all but mandalorians don't fair too well on this beast infested rock...We mandalorians are immune to the cumulative effects of the bio-toxins here-damn flora-...I was hoping the jedi among them would prove resistant...then again its not like they have been 'jedi' all that long...not like Revan, or the Exile. Thought maybe the old woman would have warned them when they first came here...Humm, obviously not. And the Exile...Had greater worries at the time...[grunts] must be getting sentamental in my old age to worry about any of this group. Motley mess if I ever saw one...But the droids...T3 isn't all that chirpy these days...HK silent...which, all in all, suits me just fine...still, it's off too...silent and, what? Can a droid sulk? GO-TO...Never trusted that one...Bao lost his little droid in the second destruction of Malacor V....How the hell did GO-TO

manage to get back to us...unless it's...interesting, maybe he did after all, wonder what circuts got fried even at that range...[Humph] Mira is half mandaorian...wonder if she knows...well, not my place...anyway, not enough to keep her from being affected. Visas...she proved her metal on that hell blown ship...And she has had greater taining than the rest. But even she is acting strange. Maid is just a hair off too. I'll have Kex send a scout with antidote right now...[ takes a momment and uses his private com- then] That should help. Still a problem with the droids...Not that anyone ever asked or knows...aside from Revan...I'll see if I can have a talk with T3...Revan said he was unique... seen pllenty of evidence to know thats true enough...hummm...something is affecting the droids...no idea what...maybe T3 will have some ansures...Siths Blood, when did I turn into an...] gets up and shuts off cams and com's still grumbling.

 

 

 

Just ignore if you dont like

I hear Mira's screams of pleasure and wonder why she did not do this when the Exile was around. I see GO-TO floating around the ship and wonder why is he still here? After all the Exile is gone and the only thing GO-TO wanted from him is to save the Republic and he did, these questions will be answered in time... i hope.

 

With nothing better to do i take out my Heavy blaster and start to clean it, just then GO-TO floats into the room.

 

''What do you want GO-TO?'' i enquire.

 

P.S. I am Atton, Seejai is Visas and Wannabesith is Bao-dur, thepixesrock is Mira, and Baley is GO-TO, all the empty postitions are: Handmaiden, HK-47, T3-M4 and Mandalore.

<{POST_SNAPBACK}>

Im HK-47

There already is HK-47.

And his name is Fenghuang.

  If any of you meatbags need me I have been retrofitted with certain 'attachments' that may or may not be useful to you. 

<{POST_SNAPBACK}>

Oooo baby tell me more, you big hunk! Got a meat bag for me maybe?

<{POST_SNAPBACK}>

 

 

Statement: Eeew, please do not demean me that way master...unless it turns you on. I am assembled of the finest alloys, silicon, and other non-organic parts, and while I do not have a, ahem 'meat bag', I do have a polished metal rod.

Edited August 3, 200619 yr by Fenghuang

I AM T3-M4 OK??????????????????????????

 

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