IS THERE SOMETHING YOU NEED KILLED, MASTER?
Timeline: 3,957 BBY
The sight of the dead Manadlorian Neo-Crusader's corpse pleased HK-47, the personal assassin droid of Darth Revan, Dark Lord of the Sith. If he had olfactory sensors like that of a meatbag's, he was sure he would enjoy the smoldering smell of his wound as well.
What he didn't enjoy though, was the fact that he couldn't move. The Mandalorian had proven to be a challenge, and although HK-47 succeeding in killing him of course, the conflict had also damaged his motor systems.
"Observation: What an embarrassing predicament I've fallen into," the assassin droid mused. He attempted to activate his internal comlink, so he could contact Darth Revan, but came to no avail.
"Solemn Statement: I suppose all I can do now is lay here and wait for my systems to deactivate permanently." Still able to move his head's motor, HK-47 observed the rural scenery of Concordia.
"Observation: A rather fitting place to die on," he muttered. "To die where I had my last kill."
His photoreceptors began to flicker before dimming. "Declaration: All hail Lord Revan..."
* * *
HK-47 awoke, for lack of a better term, to find himself in a rather lousy looking compound. Much to his surprise and excitement, he realized that he could still move his head. Much to his horror, his limbs were scattered across a table on the opposite side of the dimly-lit room he was in.
"Exclamation: What kind of a monster would do such a thing to me?" HK-47 bellowed.
"Pipe down, will ya'," a gruff voice snapped. HK-47 spun his head around to see a Mandalorian Neo-Crusader, clad in blue armor.
"Query: And just who are you, meatbag?" asked the assassin droid.
The Mandalorian grunted. "Name's Siro. I see that you killed that old man Kian. Always hated his guts anyway. I'm glad that I won't be seeing them ever again."
HK-47's optics dimmed, the equivalent of an organic being narrowing its eyes. "Demanding Query: May I ask why my limbs are scattered on top of a table, 'Siro'?"
"What does it look like?" Siro replied. "I'm fixing you."
The Mandalorian brought out a hydrospanner and began tinkering with the disassembled limbs. HK-47 was rather bothered by the sight.
"You know," Siro said casually, "I count myself lucky for coming across an assassin droid like you. You're just what I needed."
"Query: How so, meatbag?"
Siro seemed to ignore the term. "I was a commander during the wars," he said. "However, after my team failed at Sukil, Mandalore demoted me."
"Query: What are these 'wars' you speak of? And who is this 'Mandalore'?"
The Mandalorian seemed to give him a strange look through the slit visor of his helmet. "Did you get your memory wiped or something? Everyone knows about the Mandalorian Wars."
"Retort: Apparently, I have not, meatbag."
Siro grunted. "Whatever. Anyway, the Mandalore is the leader of the Mandalorians...or at least what's left of us. With Mandalore the Ultimate's death, one of our own has recently claimed the title." He tightened the grip on his hydrospanner. "And like the Ultimate, he's a filthy Taung. They've lost the touch they had four thousand years ago."
"Calculating Observation: From the sound of your tone, it seems you want the title of Mandalore for yourself."
Siro chuckled. "You've got it, droid."
"And I'm going to presume you want me to kill the current holder of the title."
The Mandalorian turned to look at him. "Now how did you know that?"
If HK-47 had a mouth, he would've smiled. "It's all in my programming...master."
* * *
As HK-47 recalled, the assassination attempt on the then-Mandalore was unsuccessful and HK-47 was reprogrammed and sent back to kill Siro. After being sold to Bochaba the Hutt, he was passed on to several more owners, including Senator Dollan, a Systech Corporation Officer, and finally the Ithorian Yuka Laka, who sold HK-47 back to his original and rightful master, Revan.
HK-47 followed the former Sith Lord from Tatooine to worlds such as Kashyyyk and Manaan. After defeating Darth Malak however, Revan left for the Unknown Regions, never to return, leaving the assassin droid behind. Ever loyal to his master, HK-47 left Coruscant in order to find him, only to become disassembled once again. Months later, he was reassembled by the Jedi Exile Meetra Surk, albeit without his memories.
Following the collapse of the Sith Triumvirate, HK-47 left again to search for Revan. Little did he know how long it would take...
--300 Years Later--
The Foundry's cameras detected the presence of the Sith Empire's strike team. Four beings entered his chamber: the Sith Lord Darth Imperius; the Emperor's Wrath; Imperial Agent Cipher Nine; and the Grand Champion of the Great Hunt.
HK-47 knew why they were here: to stop his master. A feeling of anticipation filled him as he activated the chamber's holoprojector so that he could speak with his 'guests'.
I will enjoy killing every one of you, he thought gleefully. Once the hologram was ready, HK-47 walked up to speak via the larger-than-life replica of himself.
"Greeting: I am HK-47, the Master's most faithful ally...."
FIN
Author's note: After introducing him in Legacy of the Knights: Episode III, I found HK-47 (from the video game Star Wars: Knights of the Old Republic) rather interesting and fun to write about. So I decided to make a short story about how he went from Darth Revan and not-evil-Revan, expanding on the backstory he gives to players in the game. Siro is technically a canon character; however, he is not named in any source materials, so I decided to give him one. Same goes for Senator Dollan.
In my original, written version of this story, I gave Bochaba's full name as Bochaba Jiramma Bezhin. But then I realized, most characters rarely refer to a Hutt by their full name. So I took that out.
So, yeah. Expect to see more of HK-47 in my stories!
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