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D3-EZ's blaster's thumped out a rhythmic tune as their sound echoed throughout the cavern. Already the Dawn squad's number's dwindled as they returned fire. The droid noted Perun's imitation of it's speech syntax, it assumed this was another jest on the part of the organic. The mires of humor...

D3-EZ looked at Meatbag as he commented about the droid being knowledgable in party crashing. A quick analyzation of the organic's posture, facial expression and tone told the droid that this was another 'joke'. There was a slight alteration in the droid's profile on Perun:Meatbag as it recorded...

D3-EZ held the aliens head to the wall until Meatbag came over and bashed them with a blunt object. The droid noted the strike lacked the force to kill and was about to finish the job when Meatbag spoke. The droid stared at Meatbag for a long moment as it processed the organic's words. A face...

D3-EZ calculated the odds of the patrolling pair passing them by without catching sight of them. The odds did not look good. Meatbag gave a nod to the droid, which the droid perceived as an affirmative for action. Giving it's own nod, the droid activated it's stealth field generator and to the...

Meatbag proceeded to lay out the general advantages of taking the side tunnels, as well as the necessity for caution. All things that D3-EZ knew of course, but the droid was not programmed with a penchant for impatience, so instead it listened passively while analyzing Meatbags face and body...

The droid looked down at Perun's extended hand for a moment. It had seen this before, having done extensive study of organic behavior via holovids. Extending it's right hand, it grasped the organic's hand and gave it a shake. The droid was careful to only apply a gripping amount of pressure...

D3-EZ had grown accustomed to many sentient reactions to being at the business end of it's blaster. Panic and aggression, some tried to flee, others begged. It was an unusual experience for the droid to have a sentient act so casually under the threat of an energy based lobotomy. The sentient...

The assassin droid D3-EZ was crouched in a small shadowed alcove, hiding momentary after having completed scouting the Crimson Dawn compound. It's matte black shadoweave finish allowed it to blend almost seamlessly in the darkness there, a cranny absent of bioluminescent fungus. It didn't like...

D3-EZ monitored the organics response functions as it spoke, noting the positive reaction of a light laugh at it's second statement. It had seen these positive reaction responses a few times now being used by organics. They were different than the scream, yell, groan, cry, whimper, beg, and...

D3-EZ was having a good rotational cycle. It had recently acquired lots of credits, enough to purchase itself a starship! After quickly calculating it's needs to carry out it's primary function, the droid had settled on a Justifier-class Patrol Craft. It had even picked up the starship at a...

D3-EZ waited for the opportune moment. With it's audio receptors dialed to maximum sensitivity, the droid could hear each footstep of the guard above and waited until the guard was directly above. There was also a distant roaring of rockets in flight but those were cut off as the droid restored...

D3-EZ watched the exchange between Neeka and Be'nni in silence. There was a slight lull in it's processor at the twi'lek's failure to produce useful information, and the realization that the twi'lek likely lacked any useful information to produce. This meant that D3-EZ would not get to...

D3-EZ was impartial to the details of the arrangement. It could have taken the credits and walked away at that moment... but then it would miss out on the party. "Statement: This unit does not understand 'concept: honor', however, this unit will be satisfied to complete it's contract with...

"Statement: This unit will do another walk-around." The droid said as it pulled up the job specific's, cross referencing them to the planting location map it had in it's database. Just to be sure it did a complete walk-around as well. After several minutes of walking around, it came to a...

D3-EZ just cocked it's head at Neeka as she made a comment about programming errors, expressing her own struggle with them. D3-EZ wasn't aware that organics could have programming errors, or that they even had programming. So much to learn. The armored woman took off her helmet and D3-EZ got a...

D3-EZ analyzed the building where the target resided, over 200 meters out from the wall that surrounded it. The Prime Minister's residence was a rather tall building, taller than the wall on which the droid stood, but not taller than the watchtowers that stood watch a ways down the wall. With no...

D3-EZ stood in standby as Neeka passed by the prone twi'lek still strapped to the fallen chair. It noted the designation that Neeka gave it and updated it's own designation of the twi'lek Subject Identify: Organic, Twi'lek, Male Subject designation: Be'nni Subject status: Captive Threat level...

D3-EZ slowed it's pace as it came within visual distance of the Prime Minister's Residence. A rather presumptuous mansion that was surrounded by walls. The droid's rangefinder zoomed in on the walls, scanning the perimeter from a distance. It switched between normal photo and infrared vision...

It took hours, but D3-EZ and Zhaan Duran finally finished the hard labor of surrounding the house with their crop. There were several crates of the stuff left over when it was all said and done, which meant they still had more work to do. Taking one crate down into the basement of the dwelling...

D3-EZ was still waiting for a response from Neeka, who seemed more preoccupied with Twi'lek Male than with it's query. If a droid could feel jealous... it probably wouldn't. Instead it waited in standby, it's blaster pistol still pointing at the ceiling. Several things happened in sequence as...