With a distinct fizzling noise, smoke rose from the pilot's body as he slid to the floor. Behind him, HK-24 lowered his rifle, currently in standard firing mode, and considered how best to dispose of the numerous bodies that now filled the Sheatheipede shuttle. The pilot had been most insistent...
A thick window of glass stood between HK-24 and the outside world as the droid rested, its receptors in sleep mode. Ever since he had been purchased by the good for nothing meat-bag who owned this store, he had been kept here, a restaining bolt in place, stuck in what he had ascertained to be a...