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 'display cabinet'. Days and melted into weeks, weeks into months, months into years, and nobody had let come to purchase him - here at the back of the store on the Wheel, forgotten and alone.
How mundane the Droid thought, once again wishing he could reach up to the restaining bolt and yank it off. If only he wasn't well - restrained.
Another customer walked past and paused at his display case. A fat nemodian, the customer read aloud the label HKs case. "A protocol droid? Doesn't like much - wrong colour for one. Pfffft. No thank you."
Protocol Droid?! HK seethed How dare they! I am an Assassin, not a, not a Protocol Unit, not a 3P0! I'll show them, just you wait for it Nemodian, as soon as I'm out of here. he continued to seeth as the corpulent customer headed off, and ended up purchasing a tired-looking 3P0.
It was going to be another long day.
If he could just get this bolt off, then he'd be free. He could spy the store's weapons shelves from here, all it would take was a quick dash over to the right of his case, swipe up one of those rifles and he'd be out of here - after he had 'taken care' of the owner, and the Nemodian, and whatever else annoyed him, on the way out.
@Mr. Teatime @Eccles
How mundane the Droid thought, once again wishing he could reach up to the restaining bolt and yank it off. If only he wasn't well - restrained.
Another customer walked past and paused at his display case. A fat nemodian, the customer read aloud the label HKs case. "A protocol droid? Doesn't like much - wrong colour for one. Pfffft. No thank you."
Protocol Droid?! HK seethed How dare they! I am an Assassin, not a, not a Protocol Unit, not a 3P0! I'll show them, just you wait for it Nemodian, as soon as I'm out of here. he continued to seeth as the corpulent customer headed off, and ended up purchasing a tired-looking 3P0.
It was going to be another long day.
If he could just get this bolt off, then he'd be free. He could spy the store's weapons shelves from here, all it would take was a quick dash over to the right of his case, swipe up one of those rifles and he'd be out of here - after he had 'taken care' of the owner, and the Nemodian, and whatever else annoyed him, on the way out.
@Mr. Teatime @Eccles