Nar Shaddaa

HX-S4 would putter across the fielded off area of the republic compound, the scanner assessing the turreted weaponry, and those behind them. Basic infantry getting their shot to test out some of the heavier weaponry. The droid had not yet managed to secure a proper meeting with it's contact within the republic, but knowing full well that remaining around the facility was in its best interest, but one which only wasted time and potential credits until contact was established. So, given status as an agent of the republic, the droid simply offered its services at preparing the inexperienced and fatally flawed infantrymen with some real experience. Being given an attendant for the work best handled with thumbs, several imperial posters would be placed on secured platforms, as HX would slide up and down, espousing the value and deadliness of the blaster rifle. Regardless as to how well the soldiers would listen to the floating droid, HK would move to the firing line, assigning each soldier a target, showing the angle, and recoil the light repeater had. A stream of colorful violet energy would fly, soon followed by the standard republic green, as the turrets whirled with heat and power. HX would continue to make small corrections, as it maintained a steady demonstration for the junior infantrymen. Their actual training would hone their skills, but that would need to wait for a less important day for their superiors.

Side Job: Blaster Demonstration: 4eP+1eA+2eD 2 successes, 5 advantage


+ 175 Credits

"Well that was certainly impressive." The Mirialan Jedi walked over from her viewing spot. "I'm O'nera Aeser, Jedi Knight. You know, I can't say that I'm aware of your model." She held up her hands. "No offense or anything."

"There is no offense to be taken. This frame is a customized HX-Class Hunter Droid." The droid would whirl around in a circle to display all the intricate and amazing components of the tiny star fighter shape, before coming to a stop and hovering in front of the Jedi. "My design is rather sleek and efficient, as any proper weapon is. Do you require anything hunted, maimed, or disintegrated, Fleshs-MASTER JEDI?"

"A miniature fighter-droid model? Well, I guess that does make sense." She then shook her head and gave a nervous laugh. "Not at the moment, no. Maybe if we were out fighting in the war."