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IG-55 drew his blaster, in a jerky yet swift quickdraw, aiming directly for Darius before he could do anything. "I'm afraid you don't need my audio files, Darius Gal. But Crimson Dawn does." The droid threatened, backing the Clawdite to the wall. It was already planned out and everything...

"Isn't it my lucky day. Looks like I'm prying it off anyway..." Muttered the bounty droid as he began prying off the the kel dor's mask. Of course there was a lot of fighting back, but that was to be expected, but with only one good arm, the kel dor was not going to be able to win this fight...

The Kel Dor couldn't move as IG-55's hands were placed firmly on his shoulders, puling him back into the chair if he tried doing anything. Then came Darius's proposition and IG almost immediately began processing all the possible ways he could get this alien to scream and grovel. "With...

Laeonas's comment made a circuit whir inside IG-55's "Tactical 'Terroagtion" protocol. He would not be insulted by a homeless man with no class- well, he did have class; Lower class to be specific. The bounty droid raised his arm to back hand the fool, but stopped just before making contact to...

IG-55 did as he was told and grabbed the Kel-Dor, receiving a little bit of a fight from the alien, so IG grabbed the fool by the back of his neck, jabbed him in the back of the ribs, and as Darius Gal ordered, sat his ass down. "Do not resist. You now have two hundred and seven bones left in...

IG-55 was made for the soul purpose of serving his creators as an assassin, fence, bouncer, enforcer, getaway driver, and bounty hunter. This job was no different than of the others he did; just another Smash 'n Grab with a side of interrogation before execution. Darius was new to the droid, but...

IG-55 had never seen a Mandalorian before and made records of what he was perceiving. The beskar, the weapons, the T-shaped visor, jetpacks- these were essentially just flesh and blood creations of what the bounty droid was. Murder Machines But Without The "Machine" Part. The assassin droid...

IG-55 did not feel anything. But he felt very underwhelmed by the fact that the Bounty Droid still wasn't clasping onto a blaster right now- especially after the information Trini relayed to the others. IG would've made an audible sigh of annoyance if he had a mouth and raspatory system. The...

There wasn’t much need to talk. Trini and IG-55 were after the same thing but Trini knew more about the asset so IG-55 would simply follow her lead and keep her alive until he had said assets. He still get uncomfortable with the lack of a blaster slung over his shoulder and luckily he could...

IG-55 wondered for a moment what it would be like to be flesh and blood. One of the many benefits to being a droid included being immune to poisons, venoms, and toxins. He didn’t need a filter or a rebreather or oxygen or anything like that. Maybe it would prove beneficial for the fleshlings...

IG-55 graciously took back his friend and inclined his head into a jerky respectful bow towards Trini. “Thank you.” The droid said plainly. “No hard feelings.” He stared at his friend, remembering the first day he found it… Back on Tatooine, where he was awakened after being manufactured, the...

(OOC: Hey, y’all, in my defense, I didn’t shoot first.) IG-55 could not feel emotion. But he was pissed. He dropped his little ball- WHICH HE STILL DIDN’T GET BACK -and then everyone lost their shit. One of the targets IG didn’t have a file for obliterated him entirely, even after he had...

In the IG unit’s defense, everyone started blasting at him first. He was minding his business- well, he was eavesdropping, but IG-55 didn’t think that was a punishable offense anywhere in the galaxy. After everyone proceeded to relax as he ordered. He disarmed the bomb and and waved at everyone...

IG-55 took the shots in the chest, which didn’t surprise him. He accounted for the Mandalorian’s skills I’m combat, but he wasn’t fast enough to react. Luckily his armor was strong enough to maintain the damage he received and was still able to function. He didn’t however, draw any guns. With...

The IG unit remained silent while he listened in. When the ship stopped, that would be when he’d introduce himself. This information the student had made her valuable, so Trini would be the first priority incase things got dicey. While IG-55 was calculating, one of the trinkets he picked up on...

IG-55 had been listening for long enough. He remained in the shadows out of the way of the others to spot him lurking. IG had been told of a crown of sorts that had been stolen a while back- something Crimson Dawn would love to have as a ransom. There were two more targets in the building IG-55...

“Fifty maintenance tunnels- only three are operational and free of infected specimens. There are thirteen spice tunnels that have minor infected specimens….There is something else…”IG paused for a moment deep in thought. “No matter, it is no threat. We should proceed down tunnel 13-B. There will...

IG-55 showed himself after the others did the same. He wanted the surprise and the advantage. His movements were not as smooth as the BX droid had gotten around but it did nothing to lower his effectivity in battle. In the eleven years that he had been activated for his master’s bidding, he had...

IG-55 was not here because he loved hard drinks- he couldn’t actually drink and even if he did he would stay away from it because it would ruin his chances at staying at his most optimal setting constantly. He was here because no one was docking his pay. Not. One. Credit. He was not interested...

IG-55 rolled out of the way of Taco’s in initial blasts but he moved right into Enric’s blaster bolt that hit him square in the knee, causing him to drop on his other knee. Taco’s final blaster spray caught him in the shoulders and in the torso, finishing the IG unit off for the day. IG-55...