Getting My Ship Back

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Ral stood there as the ship took off leaving him, his speeder, and his bag of weapons on the landing pad of a Denon spaceport, with the info on the pirates who had hijacked his ship. he was wearing his normal black pants and black boots to cover his mechanical lower half. His upper body was covered by a white long sleeved shirt which had every button except for the top buttoned, over this he wore his long brown duster coat which covered all but a small portion of the front of his body. Around his waist he wore his twin holsters which he used to carry his two Revik Arm's Jury revolvers as well as 48 extra rounds for the slug throwers. His head was covered by his large brimmed brown cowboy hat which had a few holes in it, the hats brim was large enough to hide his face with a shadow from which only his glowing right eye can be seen. The man walked over to the speeder that was siting there on the landing pad, he placed the bag from the floor onto the back of the speeder after which he mounted the bike and started it preparing to leave for the bar. As the bike started up he revved the engine a few time before removing his hat and placing it behind him on the speeder so as not to lose it, he then punched the throttle of the speeder bike as he did this the kicked up a cloud of dust as it shot out of the spaceport his duster blowing in the wind behind the bike. Before long he pulled up outside of the bar where the pirates were hanging out and celebrating, he parked his bike along the side of the building by the side door of the club. He hopped off the bike grabbing his hat and placing it upon his head once again and then popped his duster letting it fall back into place, he then reached into his bag and pulled a long holster with a lever action rifle in it which he slung across his back. Ral then closed the bag up and secured it to his speeder before making his way around to the front of the building where he stopped for a minute and looked around, he then walked over to the front door where he had to slip the man at the door some credits to let him in with his weapons.






He walked into the entrance way to the bar where there was a coat check which he walked past without even acknowledging its presence, as he passed it there was a door which lead to a stair case which he followed down to the dance floor of the club where he stopped and looked around for the pirates. He didn't see them anywhere in sight so he made his way across the room passing the tubes with the dancers in them, as he walked up to the bar the Besalisk bartender walked up asking what he could get the man. Ral ordered a drink then asked the bartender if he had seen any Weequays around, the bartender laughed and then started telling Ral about a small group who came earlier and were celebrating something he then pointed the cyborg to the private room they were in. The two talked back and forth for a little while before Ral walked away from the bar and made his way up the stairs to the area where the doors to the private rooms were, he then pulled his revolvers out one at a time to making sure they were fully loaded he then placed them back in there holsters. Just as he holstered his weapons again he looked up to see one of the pirates walk out of the room and into the crowd, he followed the man to the back of the second floor before he decided to make his move walking up to the pirate who was just turning around. Ral walked up to the man and cocked back throwing a punch hitting the pirate just as he turned around, this caused the pirate to stumble back into the wall from the blow. The two men began to trade blows back and forth drawing a crowd to the fight, after a few moment Ral managed to get the pirate in a arm bar holding him on the ground. Ral then began to question the pirate for info on the group though the only thing he managed to get from the man was that there were eight pirates in the bar and also that he was a dead man, this information was only gained with the assistants of his knife which he used to cut the info out of the pirate though by this point the most of the crowd had moved on going back to there drinking. Ral returned his knife to the scabbard but not before slicing the pirates throat and using the dead mans shirt to clean the blade, mumbling about the damn pirates stealing his ship as he made his way to the door of the private room where the seven other pirates in the bar were located.
 

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Denon had it's charms, though they were completely lost on the droid as he left the countryside and moved further into the urban sprawl. Hiro never had much love for cities, least not the big metropolises that popped up on some worlds. What was mountain was flattened, what was river was clogged, what was grass was made gray. Every moment riding over the paved street reminded the droid that progress always cost something, and while what was lost may not seem valuable at the time, you truly didn't know what you had until it was gone.

Speaking of not knowing what one had, Hiro once again scanned the contents of his jacket to ensure he had not lost the letter secure in his pocket. Once again it showed the letter had not moved an inch on his long ride. The bot might note he was being overly cautious, but this particular parcel was extremely important and represented something extremely significant. Funny how a letter was merely ink, paper, words, all these things were cheap or free, but put together as they were in a letter like this, a letter even, that ancient scripting method, these things became priceless.

This set Hiro's logic routers moving, if something could be beyond the sum of it's parts then that meant Hiro could go beyond his simple droid frame right? Asking a question with no way to definitively answer it was an exercise in pointlessness, but the droid posed it anyway, he had energy to spare after recharging in the last town's cantina, what he didn't realize was that his speeder didn't have the same luxury.

As it sputtered suddenly, stopped, and then dropped to the harsh road with a clunk, the droid pulled himself up, tugging at a fold of his coat that got stuck under the heavy vehicle. When he at last broke free the bot scanned the bike and noted it was completely sapped. Moreover the next station with applicable power capabilities was several miles away. So in lieu of carrying his mechanical beast of burden, the droid did what musicians and loose women often fell to in times of trouble, hitch-hiking.

Sticking his thumb out the droid noted it was immediately bathed in the light on an oncoming speeder, to his delight he saw it was slowing and when it at last came to a stop, Hiro happily walked up to get in, but he hadn't half said his thanks when the driver sped off laughing.

Quite sore from that experience, Hiro considered roughing it after all when another speeder slowed and opened it's door, within was a content looking Togruta woman who merely nodded her head toward the passenger seat in lieu of saying anything. The droid understood the physical sign and quickly approached the vehicle, hesitating a moment in fear she might drive off, but when she didn't he settled in and shut the door ensuring to clip his seat belt, because even though his mettalic skull could resist the force of common small arms one could never be too careful.

Wordlessly the two drove on as the driver listened to some dancing beats her head bobbing with the music, Hiro bobbed along with her for a moment as the pair went further into the town.

As the song ended so did Hiro's ride as he and his bike were let outside of a glimmering club of some kind. Able to pay a reputable looking valet outside the club he had the lad wheel his dead bike out to the nearest garage for a recharge. Tipping him well, the droid checked his data logs for the time and date. Despite the setback he was well ahead of scedule and could certainly do with a rest, so walking inside the droid quickly sought out his favorite haunt, the bar side.

As he was about to approach the bar, he noticed his hands were still greasy from handling his bike earlier so he went up some stairs to seek a washroom. Instead of a bathroom, Hiro found a blood bath instead as he witnessed the knife fight before him. When the fight was said and done Hiro caught the gist of the man's mumbles, pirates...and they had stolen his ship. Noting he was telling the truth as he didn't intend anyone else to here him Hiro quickly approached the man before he entered the room by himself,

"Hold up pardner," he called out lifting both hands to show his friendliness, he noticed the man had his weapons with a quick scan, Hiro's had been confiscated at the door, all except his smoke bombs and electric grappling hook, "You fixin to get into a fight with some no-good ruffians, that's alright with me, but you ever consider gettin the authorities in on this rather than goin it alone? You could get yerself killed,"
 

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Ral was well on his way to the room of pirates when a man called out to him he turned, one hand on his revolver, to see a man approaching him with his hands held up so as not to come off as a threat, the cyborgs right eye was used to do a quick scan of the man though upon scanning it appeared that it was a machine and with no weapons on him to boot. Ral turned to continue on towards the room when the droids spoke again causing the cyborg to stop and turn to the droid once more, of all the things the droid said there were two that points that really made the cyborg laugh a little. The first point was the droids comment about going to the law for help, "You know i might do that if the ship was registered, you see when last i left my ship it was not exactly on the best of terms." The second point that Ral though was funny was the mans comment about dieing, "Secondly my drastically more mechanical stranger, i have no intention of dieing here today or anytime soon for that matter."

Ral turned once more facing the direction of the private room where the pirates were at though now much to his chagrin the group of pirates were exiting the room now, as they did one looked over to see there friend laying on the floor in a pool of blood they quickly grabbed a hold of there weapons though they were not sure just who to take aim at. This little fact quickly changed as they spotted the two men standing there the one facing them with a rifle on his back as well as two revolvers and a large knife, Ral seeing the group looking at the two men he looked to the droid "i think we should find cover" as he said this he flipped a table on its side and ducked behind it. Just as Ral took cover as the pirates opened fire at the two men the cyborg drawing his revolvers from there holsters, as the pirates started firing at the men the people of the bar began to run from the second floor. Ral looked to the droid who he assumed to be unarmed as he had not drawn a weapon, the cyborg pulled the repeater from his back where it was holstered sliding it to the droid. "I am going to want that back when this is over" Ral said to the droid before popping up from behind the table and returning fire, as he returned fire the pirates took cover so as not to be caught in the open though one got caught in the arm while ducking behind a door.
 

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Hiro attempted to process the various moral compass spins coming at him both from the situation presented and this semi-mechanical fellow. So there was somewhat of a stolen ship in the works that may have been stolen by the owner who now threw him a gun as a group of no good nautical thieves descended upon them with hot death and uncensored swears. Clearly there was nothing cut and dry about this situation except that several men wished to cut him apart with varying degrees of intensity and quickness and that Hiro could just not allow. So adjusting the repeater while simultaneously downloading it's specs from the unencrypted club terminal local databases the droid swiftly prepared for yet another showdown on a strange world. While he often initiated his own fights this was one of the few thrust upon him, so at a disadvantage Hiro was prepared to do anything to get back the initiative.

As shots whizzed closely past his mask, their bright emanations reflecting off his goggles blinding him for a moment the droid noted the man's suggestion to take cover under consideration. After he was nearly clipped by a particularly nasty looking tracer round he upped that to priority and swiftly produced a smoke grenade from his belt, dropping it as he ran off to find cover.

Hiro noted the bar had long been abandoned and it's metal frame made an excellent buffer between the pirates and his own metal frame. Behind a cloud of smoke and a thick bar now, the droid activated his heat vision, noting the man he fought alongside held a vastly different heat signature than the wholly organic pirates, a useful differential as he began to repeat himself quite rapidly with the repeater in his hands. His repetition was a single phrase bang bang bang and the resulting chorus was a series of smashing glasses, busting walls, and crunching wood. Due to the different weight of the weapon and the droids unused relationship with the weapon his shots were by and far massively off target doing more to instill fear and pain to the ceiling and floor than to the assembled group of ruffians. Noting his lack of ability to sufficiently calculate his shots he called out,

"Do watch your back pardner, if you feel a heat in your backside, I do greatly apologize!"

With that he ducked and began to reload the piece when he realized that while he had been given the gun the bullets were sold separately, making this effectively the worst Christmas ever. Leaning up over the bar and grabbing a drink he chucked it so that it fell to the ground and rolled behind the man and came to a stop by lightly bumping into him, motioning to his gun he called out,

"I'll trade ya for a clip!"
 
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Ral looks over at the man standing there with the rifle as he was clearly thinking as the shots whizzed past him, after a few moments the man decided he should take some cover and so he drop a smoke bomb before running to cover. Seeing the smoke start to fill the area one of the pirates decide that this would be a good time to run, what the pirate didn't know was that the right eye if the cyborg was going inferred allowing him to see the pirate taking off as he peeked over the table. Seeing this he raised his revolvers and opened fire let five shots go before seeing the man drop, Ral would quickly drop back down behind the table as shots began to ring out though they were coming from behind him. He looked back to where the man who he tossed the rifle to was as the man popped up and opened fire, shots began flying in every direction hitting the roof as well as the floor one shot even hit the table not a foot from Ral's face. The cyborg using his inferred could tell by looking at the man he was working with for the moment was not like the others in the bar his body should up much different almost like that of a machine not a man, as he thought this he glanced left to see the bullet hole in the table still smoking next to his head.

Just as Ral looked back to the man with a look of wounder on his face his new found friend shouted out to him, the man spoke something along the lines of "watch out i might miss and shoot you" at least that is what Ral got from it over the exchange of gun fire in the bar. Ral began to reload his gun as he did though he started to think about how he had tossed the man his rifle but no ammo other the rounds in the gun, this made him laugh a little since just as he started to think this a drink rolled across the floor and tapped his foot so he looked up to the man behind the bar who again shouted to Ral. The cyborg sat one of his revolvers on the floor next to him as he began to dig in the pocket of his duster, "give me some ammo" is what he got from the mans words still mostly covered by the sounds of the miniature war zone they had going inside the bar. Ral pulled from his pocket a box of ammo and tossed it at the bar the box looking as though it was going to hit the mark, however as the box flew through the air it was struck by a blaster bolt which set about half of the box of ammo off the rest was rained down on and around the bar. "Well shit ain't that just my luck" Ral shouted with a bit of anger in his voice, "i will cover you while you grab the ammo" shouted the cyborg as he raised both his weapons and began to lay down some cover to give he droid the time to grab the scattered ammo and reload the rifle.
 

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Shots continued to fling about the droid and all throughout the cantina as Hiro awaited his new found buddies ample supply of ammo to get to him. As scarred patrons fled in all directions, descending stairs, elevators, and locking themselves into private rooms, the droid found comfort that so far at least no innocents had been harmed in this disastrous affair, well no innocents besides the club owners and he was sure they were heavily insured. Continuing to keep his cover, shot ding and smashing against the thick bar, Hiro heard the man yell something indiscernible over the continuous blaster fire, but decided to assume it was the bullets for him.

Watching the packet fly to him slowly Hiro immediately noted the trajectory of the blast behind it, lowering his head, he heard the ammunition zing and snap as half of the box was scattered by the lucky shot sending hot lead raining down upon the bar. Noting that the man in front of him was putting out some mean cover fire so Hiro could gather as many bullets as possible, the droid saw that with the randomness of the shots coupled with the large swath of area the bullets had fled to Hiro could not manage to gather all, nor many bullets safely. So his processors constraining themselves to the limited shots that had fallen behind the bar, Hiro looked back to something not in such short supply.

Going under the cupboards of the bar to seek the stash unbroken by stray shots from the pirates, he scanned past bottles of fancier liquor and finally came upon his prize. While human beings and Zeltron had limits of their liver when it came to alcohol consumption, their were plenty of species that required much more potent poison to get drunk. Hiro thanked these races graciously for existing as he pulled out the bottle which essentially contained the equivalent of gasoline with it's high proof rating.

Waiting for a small gap in shots denoting one of the pirates was reloading, Hiro loaded one bullet into his repeater and cocked it. Placing it upon the bar, Hiro took the bottle of liquor. Standing swiftly and scanning through the thinning smoke he threw the bottle at the nearest pirate and waited for the tell tale sounds of smashing glass and splashing liquid coupled by confused shouts as other members of the band were doused. Picking up the repeater Hiro aimed for the epicenter of the sound and steadying himself against the wall of drinks, fired as precisely as he could. Noting it to be a chemical long shot, the droid was quite pleased to see that luck favored him as the heated shot managed to ignite the flammable liquid upon on of the men and in his panic to put it out he swiftly spread it to two others.

Shots were replaced by screams as the pirates began to run through the cantina, flailing wildly and slapping their volatile flesh. Noting they wouldn't survive the burns Hiro swiftly reloaded and kept shooting.
 

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After the cover fire Ral laid down his weapons were empty so he ducked back behind the table and popped the latch allowing the breach loading revolvers to be reloaded, he turned them over one at a time dumping the casing onto the floor as he began to pull rounds from his holster belts and use them to reload his weapons after which flipped his wrists causing the barrels and cylinders to rise up and into place. His weapons now ready to fire again he looked up to see a bottle come flying over the bar he heard it crash onto the floor, as the bottle broke covering one of the pirates in highly flammable alcohol the man behind the bar stood and took aim and with one well placed shoot set the pirate on fire. As the pirate started to burn he began top panic and while trying to put the fire out on his own body managed to set two of the other no good ship stealing pirates on fire, as the three men burned there screams began to echo through the bar as the blaster fire had stopped. Ral popped his head up over the table as his battle buddy from behind the bar reloaded the rifle and continued to fire at the two remaining pirates, though by the time Ral looked over the table they decided it was time to go and began to run down the stairs heading right for the exit. Seeing this Ral hopped over the table and quickly ran to the railing of the second floor holstering one of his revolvers as he ran, once he reached the rail he took his non-holstered revolver in both hands using his right eyes targeting assistants he took aim at the two men running and after a moment of pause for his system to calculate all the factors he opened fire shooting four of his six shots. Two of the shots hitting the closer man twice once in the shoulder the other shoot in his middle of his back hitting his spine killing him, the farther pirate was struck in the back of his knee making running not so possible for him. With five of the pirates dead and now three of them wounded Ral walked down the stairs slowly reloading his weapon as he walked, as he walked up to the pirate whom he knee capped from the second floor he placed his gun against the back of the pirates head. "By my count two of your friends made it out of the bar already even though there injured, so i tell you what if you tell me where they went and where my ship is at i wont kill you." The pirate turned his head to look at Ral laughing before he spit on the cyborgs boot and told him to go die, Ral laughed for a moment before raising his boot into the air and driving the heel into the bullet hole in the wounded mans leg.

The pirates scream echoed through the bar as the heavy stomp of Ral's cybernetic leg drove the boot covered metal foot into the back of a already wounded knee cap, Ral let out a sigh as he cocked the hammer of his revolvers back "you were warned" speaking in a low voice he pulled the trigger the hammer falling. The click echoed through the quite bar as the cyborg looked at his gun before he started to laugh "oh well would you look at that i must have forgot to put a round in," the pirate who had been acting tough now looked as though he wanted to beg forgiveness. Ral looked down at the pirate scum with a scowl on his face "time to test your luck a second time" holstering his weapons as he spoke, "your fate is now in the hands of my friend up there from behind the bar" Ral shouted it loud enough so that anyone in the bar could hear it. Ral turned and using his right eye he started scanning the club for trails of blood that could have been left by the two wounded pirates who escaped already, the cyborg figured that if the one in the club would not give up the base then surly the blood trail would from the two would so he started to follow the trail until it went out front. Ral walked back into the bar making his way over to the side entrance door, "i will meet you out front once your done with that guy" shouted the cyborg as he exited the side door with out giving the man a chance to reply. Once out side he reloaded his weapon for real this time then restocked his ammo before starting his speeder and pulling it around to the front of the building where he would wait for his new found friend from the bar to exit and return his rifle, who know Ral might even make a new friend from this who would possible help him though first they might want to trade names.
 

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As the fighting ended in several types of bloody horror, Hiro looked down and placed the now empty weapon on the bar. He looked on as this cybernetic fellow smashed his leg down onto the pirates wounds and taunted his life by 'shooting' him only to not have a bullet in his gun. The droid found reason in fighting for ones life and beliefs, but this was more than playing the bad cop, the man was demeaning himself as much as he was the pirate. He had no chance to speak up on this however as the cybernetic shooter walked past, passing the responsibility of the final pirate to the droid.

Looking over the vital signs of the man he saw they were weakening, the man was dying and there was no doctor for miles and seeing as how the innocents escaped the slaughter mainly unscathed, none would be forthcoming for some time. Hiro approached the man delicately, he appeared to have a crimson smile as he looked at the bot, his skin already noticeably paling. Hiro sunk down to his level to look the man in the eye, his masked face giving no clue to his intentions, the man only smiled, what could one fear when death was already coming?

"Why'd ya do it pardner?"

"Ship...is freedom...but ship...ain't free," he said rasping, breath ragged.

Hiro looked down to see a man poor in morals, poor in money, and poor in health. Truly he was a cursed soul, yet the droid wished to see him mended all the same. Moving to rectify the problems of the body first, Hiro turned to the bar to get another bottle of alcohol. Pouring it over the wound, he heard the man cry out as the liquid systematically eradicated any foreign entities attempting to infect him. An archaic method, but one available to the bot at the time. After this he tore a piece of his jacket off and wrapped it around the open wound, ensuring it was tight so it wouldn't fall off but not so tight as to restrict blood flow. Once this was done Hiro lifted the man gingerly and walked to the door. As he did he noted a small holo message station, utilizing the toll free emergency station, he explained the wounds of the man and said where he was. The bot was going to restrain the pirate and leave him then, but Hiro saw he had long since gone unconscious. So once again powerless despite being victorious, Hiro could only hope the man recovered, both physically, and as a human being.

With that he walked out to the front of the bar and noted the man he had fought alongside and placed his metallic hand harshly on the side,

"Before I go any further with this impromptu craziness, I gotta know, do you get a kick outta causin folks pain? Cause I wish I could return the ticket for that little show in there," With that the droid crossed his arms and stepped back before continuing, "You seem like a bounty hunter type, and let me tell you the first rule of hunting...you gotta think like your prey, but you can never descend to their level, otherwise you're just an animal ripe to be hunt too,"
 

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Mal dismounted the speeder as the metallic man walked out of the bar, he looked the man over quickly not seeing his rifle he went to enter the bar though as he went to walk past the man began to speak to him. The man voiced his thoughts and concerns to Mal stating that the way the cyborg handled him self was that of a crazed bounty hunters, he also inquired as to weather Mal enjoyed causing people pain while taking a few steps back from the cyborg. Mal stopped and looked to the man as he spoke, "first of all you let me tell you i don't enjoy doing this but they stole my ship" the cyborg then turned and entered the bar once more going to retrieve his rifle." Mal exited the bar stopping in front of the droid now with his rifle back in its holster on his back "another thing know why i did what i did," he looked the droid with a slightly angered look on his face. "When i last left my ship it was crewed by good people who were once slaved and i told them they would never have to go back to that," he then turned away from the man and made his way back to his speeder mounting it once more. "If i am lucky i am not to late and can still save the crew from the fate of being slaves once more," as the cyborg mounted the bike the sound of sirens were heard getting closer to the two men's location.

As the law approached Ral figured the man standing there would want him to stay an talk to the law but Ral could not risk being detained, "i would like to stay but I can't risk it" Ral said as he prepared to speed away. As the cyborg shot off in a cloud of dust one of the tracking monitors for his speeder fell out of the bag that was strapped to the back of the bike, as the round device hit the ground it started rolling until it hit the droids foot stoping and landing screen up.
 

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Hiro noted the cyborgs reasoning but, he didn't quite feel it was an excuse to descend to the men's level. He had no chance to express this however as the man tore away in pursuit of his ship. As he fled however, a small orb fell out of his speeder, the droid lifted it and attempted to catch his attention but to no avail. Looking at it he discovered it had some sort of coordinates. Cross referencing it with local databanks he pinpointed the location. Noting his previous actions, Hiro was assured there would be bloodshed in this area as the man continued his quest to retrieve his ship. So placing the tracker on his own speeder bike the droid zoomed in front of the valet area to retrieve his seized goods. As he did a storm of police troopers began to move toward him as a potential suspect. As the droid knew little to nothing of his past and he knew robots like himself were often not treated as beings by certain systems, Hiro opted to flee rather than risk these men;s own version of justice.

Skidding into an alley then back around the building circumventing the building blockade of police speeders, Hiro began to follow the blip on the monitor, cruising past various barricades and blocks. As he continued to move the droid thought on what occurred, his argument and his own actions. No one was in immediate danger beyond the two of them, yet for convenience, for efficiency the droid lit three men on fire leading them to die horrifically in great pain. It was extremely unlike him, so back logging through his noted preferences he found an unused file, Desire for Pyrotechnics wondering what this could possibly mean the robot was at a cross roads...delete this central part of his inner working to conform with his own standards, or live on as he was created, noting this function might be essential for the task he was actually built for.

Opting to wait Hiro was left wondering as his speeder bike zoomed deeper into the city, and the droids processor deeper into his consciousness.
 

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Ral made his way through the city following the blood trail from the escaped pirates, after a while he entered a warehouse district where he found the pirates speeders covered in blood. Around the corner from the speeder he found two guards standing at the entrance to the building, he decided he should try and find another way into the building so he began to look around. Meanwhile inside the building the injured and near dead pirates approach there boss a very large Feeorin, "boss we were attacked at the club i think they killed the others" one of the wounded men said to there boss as they all fell to the floor from blood lose. "Get them out of here" growled the large black skinned pirate, who the hell did this to my men and why here he thought to him self as he stood up and walked over to a set of large doors pushing them open. The doors opened up to reveal a large warehouse full of crates and cages, the creates had things like weapons and drugs where the cages held things like rare animals and slaves. The feeorin man walked in the large area where his crew was loading small transports with the goods, "hurry up boys I think someone maybe onto us here so we are packing everything up and leaving, get everything on the transports in a hurry" the large man shouted to his crew in his deep gravelly voice.

Back out side Ral was still looking for a way into this place, his chances of finding a way in other then smashing the front door were not looking so good. Every window he tried was sealed and blacked out so that people could jot look in, he didn't want to risk breaking a window either as he had no idea what the out come from that could be. His next option was doors there were a couple side doors as well as a door on the room top, every door he tried was either sealed or was rigged with traps so these were not viable option for entry. Just when he thought he was going to have to bust in through the front door he happened upon a large vent used to let out excess heat from the building, he popped the top of the vent of after checking for traps which there were none so he decided this was his best option.

Ral would find however that upon trying to find down the vet his large size plus weapons load out would not allow him to use the vent, this forced him to remove his weapons and lower them down the vent first then climbing down the vent him self. As he reached the bottom of the shaft he found himself in a boiler type room of the warehouse, though upon looking around the room his weapons that he had lowered down beforehand we're nowhere to be seen. The cyborg having only a knife on him and no idea how many people there were in this place he knew it was going to be a bad day, after looking around the room for any weapons, not finding any he mad his way to the door opening it just enough to look out. Looking out the door he could see a hallway with to men standing at the end one with duel blasters the other a carbine rifle, he didn't see anyone else around so he decided to make his move exiting the as quietly as possible and making his way down the hall pulling his knife out as he got closer.

Once he got close enough to the two me he leaped at the man with duel blasters stabbing him a few times the cyborg quickly pulled the knife from the man he just killed and threw it hitting the other pirate in the neck killing him as well, he had got lucky that he was able to take them both out so quietly and now was able to arm himself better for combat. From the men he got two heavy blasters and a light carbine rifle some spar ammo and a few grenades, he quickly geared up before continuing down the hall way until he came upon a large office which was clearly being packed up though the computer terminal was still on so he decided to see what info he could get from it. Ral walked up to the terminal and that is when his programming kicked in and he just started typing away hacking through the security on the terminal and gaining access, from this console he was able to find out a great bit of knowledge about the group of pirate one of the things was that they just made a large score on the planet and were going to use there new ship to move the goods off world. The cyborg was shocked to see that he was able to hack the system and figured that the man who made a cyborg must have added this to him when he was modifying the man. While he had access to the terminal he searched for any info on the ship they had stole, his ship was listed with the little info they had on it though the thing he was looking for the most was not there.

He was not sure how to react after seeing that the ship was only found with droids abroad, where were his crew did the pirates kill them or were they not on board when the ship was captured. The cyborg was not sure though one thing he was sure of was that he need to get his ship back from these pirates, he decided to download the terminal though when he went to start the download he found there was already one in progress. Upon the discovery of this information he realized that the door to the room had opened and there were about a dozen men in the room with him now, "well shit this is not how i wanted this to go" he said before sighing then grabbing a large box and then throwing it at one of the men he then pulled the blasters he acquired and began to open fire. After a few intense moments of blasters being fired in all directions the cyborg walked from the room limping and blood running down his right arm, the man slide a small drive into his pocket with the downloaded info on it then made his way to a set of large doors pushing them open not sure what he would find on the other side though he had hoped it was not more trouble.

The doors opened up to the large room with the bulk of the pirates and the large black skinned Feeorin man standing there weapons all pointed at the cyborg, the large feeorin man began to play with his chin tendrils before letting out a laugh. "You are the one who had taken out half of my crew" the feeorin said with a grunt before having his men remove the cyborgs weapons, the pirates then chained the man up and loaded him on a transport taking him to the ship where his interrogation would begin. The feeorin and Ral left on one of the first transports filled with goods, Ral looking around the shuttle realized that the transport he was in was full of cases loaded with credits there had to have been at least a million credits on board.

When they arrive on the ship Ral was happy to see it was still in good condition, as he was being moved from the cargo bay he noticed movement in one of the smuggler holes. Ral smiled because he knew that it was his old crew hiding aboard the ship, the men took Ral to a bunk room and chained him the a beam across the ceiling and then began to question him. Ral thought this was it he was dead for sure as he was trapped on the ship with a hole gang of pirates.
 

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As Hiro moved to the outskirts of the city, the last fight long behind him, he forgot his contemplations, he left behind his musings. In the end his core matrix's were for a very specific purpose, his hands constructed to do one thing and that one thing very well. The droid looked to the continual flash of the small data box on his speeder as he came to the outside of what appeared to be a docking station and prepared to do what he was built for, pull triggers and aim the guns attached to them. Silencing his logic capacitors, blacking out his empathy, the droid prepared himself to endure savagery the only way he was programmed to, with equal and opposite savagery.

Approaching the open doors Hiro walked towards the dock workers and continued walking as if he was expected to be there. He looked forward with no outward acknowledgement of the men around him, but recalling the video he took of them while he passed Hiro saw they were armed and looked to the passing droid with great suspicion. Drawing his guns when he heard the click of a holster being undone Hiro swiftly shot six bullets in each direction where the men had previously been. He found himself lucky as most of the men weren't as quick as the man who readied his pistol and swiftly fell with one or two holes in their body to testify that they would not be getting up.

His guns smoking Hiro scanned the inside of the base and noted the mass of heat signatures which made the eight he just dispatched seem paltry. Noting they were approaching his location swiftly the droid bought himself some time by chucking a smoke grenade toward the entrance. As it hissed creating an opaque barrier between himself and the goons, Hiro noted a line of nearby speeder bike and a box of grenades and swiftly formulated a plan. Grabbing a small bit of wiring he attached the grenades to the gas pedals on the bikes and activating them, threw them down one by one sending the bikes hurtling into the hanger.

A moment of confused yelling was punctuated with a loud series of bangs followed by screaming and then just as swiftly an eerie silence pervaded by the small crackling of fires. As Hiro saw the white smoke of his grenade became engulfed in the black smoke of the burning fuel, he began to walk forward into the choking mist unabated by it's stinging nature. As he came into the interior of the ship hold he noted the numerous men dead upon the ground either or one place or several, their outlines were burned into the floor and many held their final expressions of horror, perfect portraits of sudden death, frame and all.

As the droid continued to move into the hangar he noted a single detectable sound beyond the illusion of silence, looking forward past the flames with his thermo vision he noted a series of figures in one of the ships, then all at once the smooth orange was pure red. Snapping his vision back to the usual spectrum he looked into the half burnt face of a massive dark skinned man,

"YOU!" He cried as he fist smashed directly into the bots face.

Stumbling back, blinded for a moment Hiro felt the continual pummeling of the man as he shrilly yelled out, curing, swearing, just yelling incoherently until at least a singular question arose,

"Who are you, killing my guys, wrecking my shit, who are you, burning my face! WHO ARE YOU?"

With that Hiro found his optic sensors stabilize for one crucial second, in that second his immediate reaction was to grab his gun to end the man, but he stopped himself, in that instant his conscience returned. He knew who he was again, activating his grappling hook he fired into the mans chest and activated the electric shock sending the man falling to the floor unconscious before saying it aloud,

"I am Hiro,"

Walking towards the heat signature, Hiro heard the familiar sounds of the cyborg he had encountered, turning a corner he saw him all tied up with a man bearing over him a a menacingly large pair of clippers. Tapping the mans shoulder, he waited until the villain turned to sock him directly in the face sending a few of his teeth scattering to the far corners. Lifting the clippers, the droid swiftly cut Ral down and produced a small bag of armaments he had recovered on the way in saying simply,

"I remembered to bring em back this time,"
 
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