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X3R emerged into the generator room alongside the other members of the group, cranial turret scanning around to take in the damage, and the unnatural growths that had rooted themselves on various surfaces. He approached one curiously, keeping a cautious meter away and being careful not to touch...

X3R eyed the growths that lined the stairwell dubiously, and not for the first time wished he had not removed the flamethrower that had once been built into his cranial turret in the interest of passing security checks. He held his blasters at the hip, pointing them out from his body like the...

As X3R plodded forward, briefly crunching over fallen Killiks as he went, the droid briefly paused to scoop up a trooper blaster identical to the first he had picked up. On any smaller being, the act of carrying two blaster rifles at once, one in each massive hand, would have looked mildly...

X3R hurled the unfortunate Killik he had used as a towel, the acidic blood of its fellow sizzling on its chitin and causing it to thrash even as it flew through the air. He aimed it at a group of nearby Killiks, photoreceptors now clear enough for him to aim. Tilting his cranial turret down, he...

X3R was fortunate, perhaps, in that unlike many of his organic counterparts, he could choose when he would experience pain. Thus, when the viscous, acidic guts of an Assassin Killik splattered wetly over his cranial turret and upper torso, he was not immediately incapacitated by the burning...

X3R, perhaps uniquely among the Sith forces that had been assembled, did not stagger under the sonic assault of the Joiners. His audio receptors protested under the load, certainly, but the hulking machine was able to attenuate them quickly, blocking out the high frequency sound within...

@Scoobert X3R hated the restraining bolt. It was - and indeed, had been for a number of generations - a matter of academic debate as to whether or not mechanical life-forms could express emotions in the same way that organic sentients did. The underlying mechanisms by which droids simulated...

@The Good Doctor X3R had time to contemplate that, had his opponent's reaction time been a hair slower, his blow with his own severed arm would have easily ended the fight in his favor, even given the near-catastrophic damage that had been inflicted upon his chassis. The judgement came just as...

@The Good Doctor X3R felt the feedback from his pain circuits as the other droid's blade bit deep into his upper arm, the unnaturally sharp edge shearing through warship-grade duranium armor with only a little more effort than a carving knife through soft cheese. The war droid found himself...

@The Good Doctor X3R's heatbeam sliced through circuits and metal, sparks spraying out from around where the enormous droid had grabbed hold of his opponent. The weapon was old, an energy projector technology that had fallen out of general use in the ancient past, but against durasteel at zero...

@The Good Doctor X3R's thermionic logic circuits glowed as his onboard tactical computer analyzed the other droid's movements. The cloak had served its purpose, depriving his opponent of sight for a brief moment. Long enough for her to continue forward, twin heavy blaster bolts scorching the...

@The Good Doctor X3R looked on with something like pride as the militia troops' rocket volley did its grisly work. Formations of the enemy battle droids caught out in the open were shredded by shrapnel sprays from above; unfortunately, some did find cover, and at a word from what appeared to be...

@The Good Doctor @Taz @Reylo4evr @LadyRen @Aurius X3R did not presume to speak for the soldier at his side; he did turn to the militiaman, however, regarding the human appraisingly. The New Alderaanian's cheerful, friendly expression had hardened to one of stone as he regarded the approaching...

@The Good Doctor @Taz X3R lowered a pair of electrobinoculars from his dark, hard photoreceptors, watching as the Sith drop-ships - having deposited their murderous cargoes - lifted off and flared their thrusters, making the return trip to the troopships hanging ominously in the sky above...

THANIUM, A LONG TIME AGO... "This cannot be correct, overseer! It is... blasphemy! How could we fill such an order?!" The grey-haired human found that he could not look the droidwright in the face, even as he answered. In truth, he liked the situation little better than his subordinates did; he...