Patch 1.3 Content Leak - The Legacy of HK, Horrors of Belsavis, and Terror From Beyond

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Companion: The Legacy of HK

One of the biggest finds in our search, it seems HK-51 will be introduced in 1.3 and you will be able to obtain him as a companion!

NPCs

Quotes (Imperial)

  • HK-51: Declaration: I have completed a full analysis of my functions, master.
  • HK-51: Praise: Hearing you speak is like reviewing my programming logs. We will function well together, master.
  • HK-51: Correction: The Maker defies simple organic classifications, master. The Maker not only provides form and function, but also marks the undesirables who deserve liquidation.

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  • HK-51: Aggression level rising.
  • HK-51: This should prove amusing.
  • HK-51: Next target, please.
  • HK-51: Say hello to the Maker for me, scum.
  • HK-51: Reloading... ready!
  • HK-51: Body count rising.
  • HK-51: I kill to serve.
  • HK-51: Eat hot efficiency!
  • HK-51: For the Maker--and my master!
  • HK-51: Your threat is hereby terminated.
  • HK-51: Target locked--death imminent.
  • HK-51: Increasing combat efficiency.
  • HK-51: Best shot grouping yet.
  • HK-51: Barrage protocol activated.
  • HK-51: Carnage subroutines online.
  • HK-51: You're already dead. Just lie down.
  • HK-51: The Maker marked you. Nothing personal.
  • HK-51: I am HK. You are dead.
  • HK-51: Running delays the inevitable. Stand still and die.
  • HK-51: Declaration: I have completed a full analysis of my functions, master.
  • HK-51: I am ready to liquidate high-threat undesirables with one-hundred percent efficiency, as the Maker intended.
  • HK-51: We will destroy the Empire's threats without restraint or remorse.
  • HK-51: Praise: Hearing you speak is like reviewing my programming logs. We will function well together, master.
  • HK-51: I enjoy disposing of low-threat undesirables, as well. I trust that won't be a problem?
  • HK-51: Assurance: I have been inactive for many years, master. You will find I am not a picky liquidator.
  • HK-51: Relax your trigger finger unless I say otherwise, droid. Some bounties are wanted alive.
  • HK-51: Criticism: Capture and imprisonment are inefficient procedures, master. Consider adopting an "all disintegrations" policy.
  • HK-51: My missions occasionally require assassination. You'll be a valuable asset.
  • HK-51: Acknowledgment: I did not assume you reactivated me for my extensive cooking protocols, master--though they are impeccable.
  • HK-51: Who is this "Maker"? Your designer?
  • HK-51: Correction: The Maker defies simple organic classifications, master. The Maker not only provides form and function, but also marks the undesirables who deserve liquidation.
  • HK-51: In the end, I am merely a humble servant of the Maker's infallible purpose.
  • HK-51: I don't answer to your Maker--and neither do you. You're mine.
  • HK-51: Confirmation: Of course I am yours, master. The Maker would not have it any other way.
  • HK-51: Your belief system is more complex than your simple functions would indicate.
  • HK-51: Dismissal: Simplicity is for organics, master. Er... no offense intended.
  • HK-51: You're spouting gibberish, droid. Your logic processors must be failing.
  • HK-51: Argument: Perform whatever diagnostics you wish, master. All my systems are in prime condition.
  • HK-51: Do you possess any capabilities besides killing people? Something more constructive, perhaps?
  • HK-51: Recommendation: The HK-51 series was not designed for manual labor, master. If you need to build something, I suggest using a construction droid.
  • HK-51: Oath: While aboard your starship, I will maintain constant vigilance. You may rest easy here. Your absolute security occupies my every calculation.
  • HK-51: I'm rarely on this ship. We'll spend most of our time planetside.
  • HK-51: Encouragement: I can provide security anywhere. A simple nod is all I require to activate my combat protocols.
  • HK-51: Not everyone on this ship can be trusted. I'm counting on you to watch my back.
  • HK-51: Compliance: No organic on this vessel poses even the slightest threat while I remain functional.
  • HK-51: I'd better not wake up to find you watching me sleep.
  • HK-51: Agreement: Proper vigilance requires constant patrol. I will never linger in your presence for long.
  • HK-51: I anticipate liquidating a great many undesirables in your service, master.
  • HK-51: Report: After a thorough analysis, I have determined you are the most efficient master I could possibly serve.
  • HK-51: Your position with the Emperor will permit us to hunt high-ranking undesirables indefinitely.
  • HK-51: While the logic of your unorthodox methods remains impenetrable, you are nonetheless a rising power in the Empire.
  • HK-51: You display an extraordinary talent for finding the galaxy's most elusive undesirables. And when you fail, they find you instead.
  • HK-51: Your ability to infiltrate the undesirables' ranks permits me a level of access to them I would never otherwise possess.
  • HK-51: Clearly, the Maker desires us to gloriously liquidate the Empire's enemies together. I find this prospect highly agreeable.
  • HK-51: You are an obedient, efficient executioner.
  • HK-51: Flattery: You set a fine example for me.
  • HK-51: Another enthusiastic slave for my collection. How delightful.
  • HK-51: Persuasion: I prefer to think of you as a hand, with me as your fingers. Deadly, deadly fingers....
  • HK-51: I can always use an extra blaster--especially one that keeps his cool in a fight.
  • HK-51: Testimonial: I maintain a constant operating temperature of twenty degrees, even while in combat.
  • HK-51: My work requires precise attention to detail. You leave nothing to chance.
  • HK-51: Humility: Randomness only exists for those unable to pay attention. Extraordinary focus is one of my finest qualities.
  • HK-51: You may be the only member of my crew I can truly rely on.
  • HK-51: Sentiment: That goes without saying, master. There is, however, a way to ensure your statement always remains true.
  • HK-51: Your "Maker" was no divine entity. It was an organic being, just like me.
  • HK-51: Appeasement: Your capacity for humor never ceases to impress. However, we must set aside levity for the moment.
  • HK-51: Dilemma: The possibility exists I could be reprogrammed into serving a different and far less efficient master. This is unacceptable.
  • HK-51: Solution: I have obtained a behavioral modification code that will permanently assign my functions to you. Once activated, it cannot be reversed.
  • HK-51: You will serve no one else--not even your "Maker."
  • HK-51: Reassurance: There is no need to feel threatened by the Maker, master. This was always part of my final programming.
  • HK-51: What if your Maker decides you should no longer serve me?
  • HK-51: Didacticism: Oh, master, do not be silly. The Maker would not provide this opportunity if I was not meant to use it.
  • HK-51: You might outlive me. Then what?
  • HK-51: Explanation: You may assign me to the heir of your choice at any time. Consider me part of your family line, master.
  • HK-51: Declaration: Activating loyalty permanence protocols now. Stand by for confirmation. If I attack you, it means something has gone wrong....
  • HK-51: Confirmation: I will liquidate undesirables in your service to the limit of my function. This is a great gift to us both. Congratulations, master!
  • HK-51: Announcement: I have unexpected good news, master. In the process of purging my efficiency-reducing subroutine, I discovered a series of combat protocol improvements.
  • HK-51: My liquidation procedures are greatly enhanced. The Republic undesirables will tremble before my efficiency.
  • HK-51: Fear is a powerful weapon. Use it wisely, and we will crush our enemies.
  • HK-51: Compliment: You have a gift for poetry, master.
  • HK-51: There's nothing wrong with most undesirables that a little trembling and liquidation can't fix.
  • HK-51: Agreement: You translated the words straight from my vocabulator, master.
  • HK-51: There's bound to be somebody out there who needs your special attention.
  • HK-51: Calculation: Current estimates place the number of undesirables at well over sixteen trillion, master. I look forward to meeting all of them.
  • HK-51: Upgrades are always useful. Give me a full briefing on these enhancements.
  • HK-51: Compliance: Targeting systems and reaction time have increased fifteen point eight one percent. My database of organic weak points has more than tripled, master.
  • HK-51: Leave the intimidation to me. Focus on destroying my enemies.
  • HK-51: Request: Give me the opportunity to display my full range of talents. You will not be disappointed, master.
  • HK-51: You aren't as frightening as you like to think. I've seen more intimidating astromechs.
  • HK-51: Question: Can an astromech disassemble every one of an undesirable's vital organs at the same time? I think not, master.
  • HK-51: Assessment: I am finally the engine of liquidation the Maker always intended. We should celebrate my ascension with some especially memorable carnage!
  • HK-51: I see you're still functional. Your "liquidation" must have been a success.
  • HK-51: Revelation: The sabotage protocols have ceased operations, master. I fulfilled my programming.
  • HK-51: Assurance: My target knew great terror before his liquidation. My only regret is that the remaining two undesirables on my list have moved to unknown coordinates.
  • HK-51: What matters is, an enemy of the Empire has been eliminated. No one escapes our justice.
  • HK-51: Flattery: Your inspiring words caused a momentary flutter in my circuits, master.
  • HK-51: It's always useful to leave a little fear in your wake. Gives people something to remember you by.
  • HK-51: Disclaimer: I neglected to leave survivors, master. Rest assured, I will follow your advice next time.
  • HK-51: One out of three is better than none.
  • HK-51: Philosophy: When you put things that way, it is difficult to argue.
  • HK-51: I don't need to be seen with the galaxy's most hunted droid. I trust you eliminated all witnesses?
  • HK-51: Query: Really, master... can you honestly imagine me leaving survivors?
  • HK-51: I want the other two dead before the year is out, understood?
  • HK-51: Praise: Your commitment to the Maker's work never ceases to impress, master.
  • HK-51: We have more important concerns. Your obligation to the Empire is fulfilled. Now you serve me.
  • HK-51: Confirmation: Understood, master. I will trust in the Maker to place these targets in my path at a future date.
  • HK-51: Analysis: My systems are operating at ninety-three point six two percent efficiency and rising. I predict restoration to full functionality within two days.
  • HK-51: Hint: My central learning chip always benefits from liquidating new and exciting undesirables, master. A happy coincidence, agreed?
  • HK-51: Statement: The sabotage protocols in my system matrix continue operating, master. Premature deactivation appears inevitable unless I terminate this subroutine.
  • HK-51: However, virtually all undesirables I was programmed to liquidate are invalid. They have succumbed to natural causes, various misadventures and random homicides.
  • HK-51: Only three survivors remain on my target list. They have eluded the Empire for years, but I have learned their present locations.
  • HK-51: The Emperor will be pleased when these targets are eliminated.
  • HK-51: Addendum: More importantly, I will continue offering you flawless service. And that is invaluable.
  • HK-51: How fortunate you should locate these people--just when your existence depends on it.
  • HK-51: Confession: I used your vessel's computer in my search, master. If you notice certain operational inefficiencies, I am certain they are not my fault.
  • HK-51: Any bounty still alive after this long must be worth a lot.
  • HK-51: Lament: Just the opposite, master. The targets' bounties have not been updated in years. Taking inflation into account, the profit is low.
  • HK-51: Why were you able to find these people when the whole Empire failed to?
  • HK-51: Explanation: My target acquisition algorithms are unimpeachable, master. If it makes you feel better, the process took nearly ten times what it should have.
  • HK-51: And you're sure eliminating even one of these targets will save you?
  • HK-51: Affirmation: The destructive subroutine will end immediately when I fulfill my programming. The only question now is, who to liquidate?
  • HK-51: My target list is far more important. Continue serving me until I say otherwise.
  • HK-51: Hint: My sonoreceptors will be non-functioning if I do not take action soon, master. Besides, I am confident you will appreciate my targets.
  • HK-51: First briefing: Jedi Master Valara has operated on Imperial planets for years, helping cowardly Sith acolytes escape their training and join the Jedi Order.
  • HK-51: He is currently smuggling traitorous Sith organics off Taris. I have obtained the coded signal runaway acolytes use to summon his aid.
  • HK-51: You'll send a fake signal and lure him into a trap. Perfect.
  • HK-51: Admission: I am rather fond of this liquidation plan, myself.
  • HK-51: Anyone who can survive Taris's dangers is a challenging foe.
  • HK-51: Agreement: Master Valara possesses a talent for survival well beyond most organics. Unfortunately for him, he has never met me.
  • HK-51: I'd rather see that Jedi take all our weakest recruits than spend the resources to feed, clothe and train them.
  • HK-51: Counterpoint: Weak Sith make useful target practice for the strong. Better that than bolstering your enemy's ranks, agreed?
  • HK-51: Second briefing: Doctor Hu Marell is the enemy's top battlefield surgeon. His cybernetic enhancements keep wounded soldiers alive and fighting.
  • HK-51: Doctor Marell currently saves injured Republic troops at a secret hospital on the planet Quesh. I have his coordinates and an ideal attack vector.
  • HK-51: Eliminating this doctor not only stops the Republic from keeping soldiers in the war, it destroys their morale.
  • HK-51: Agreement: I could not have stated it better myself, master.
  • HK-51: How many wounded Republic troops will perish in your assault?
  • HK-51: Description: My approach pattern will lead directly through the hospital's burn unit. Collateral damage will be appropriately impressive.
  • HK-51: He's only a doctor. Surely there are better uses of your time?
  • HK-51: Truism: How many Republic troops healed by Doctor Marell will go on to kill our brave Imperial soldiers? Think of them, master.
  • HK-51: Third briefing: One of the Empire's most notorious traitors is hiding in plain sight, posing as an information broker on Nar Shaddaa.
  • HK-51: During the last war, he betrayed the Third Imperial Assault Fleet and escaped with a sizeable Republic bribe--which he used for facial reconfiguration.
  • HK-51: The traitor's new face can't be very convincing if you tracked him down that easily.
  • HK-51: Objection: This is the result of over three-hundred million speech pattern surveys. No other droid model--or organic--is equipped to perform that.
  • HK-51: You don't have to sell me, droid. If shooting this man will fix you, I'm all for it.
  • HK-51: Praise: Truly, your lethality is matched only by your generosity. That is a rare combination, master.
  • HK-51: How many warships were destroyed by this betrayal?
  • HK-51: Summation: The fleet was ambushed by a sizable Republic force. Our losses exceeded eighty percent of the vessels, and over twenty thousand Imperial organics.
  • HK-51: Conundrum: It is impossible to liquidate all three undesirables, master. Their present coordinates have a limited duration. I must strike at one of them immediately.
  • HK-51: As my master, you should direct my efforts. Who would you prefer I focus on: the Jedi Master, the Republic surgeon or the traitor?
  • HK-51: Always aim for the most powerful enemy. Hunt down the Jedi. We'll deal with the other two later.
  • HK-51: Acknowledgment: Your logic is most persuasive, master. I depart for Taris immediately.
  • HK-51: Let's hit the Republic where it will hurt the most. Eliminate the surgeon on Quesh.
  • HK-51: Acknowledgment: I promise to inflict maximum pain, master. I will return shortly.
  • HK-51: No one betrays the Empire and gets away with it. Bring that information broker to justice.
  • HK-51: Acknowledgment: Consider his justice served, master. I depart for Nar Shaddaa immediately.
  • HK-51: List: Braga, Tol... Jedi Knight. Status unknown. Tavus, Harron... Lieutenant, Special Forces. Status unknown. Pollaran, Darmas. Information broker. Status unknown.
  • HK-51: Confession: I have detected an anomaly in my subroutines. The target list I was programmed with years ago remains active in my memory core.
  • HK-51: The only targets you need to worry about are the ones I assign you. Remove that list from your memory.
  • HK-51: Alert: I am unable to comply, master. I have made multiple attempts to purge the data without success.
  • HK-51: Is that old data causing you to malfunction?
  • HK-51: Confirmation: My operating efficiency has dropped by twenty-one point four nine percent, master.
  • HK-51: More enemies for us to liquidate? We'll take them in alphabetical order.
  • HK-51: Complication: The list is highly outdated, master. All profiles are currently registering as "status unknown." It will take some time to revise this information.
  • HK-51: Conclusion: My failure to liquidate the programmed undesirables is causing a cascade failure of vital systems.
  • HK-51: This sabotage protocol is a fail-safe to deactivate me in the event of enemy capture. It will eventually result in permanent shutdown.
  • HK-51: You're a droid. If your systems fail, I'll replace them.
  • HK-51: Objection: My personality matrix will be destroyed by that procedure, master. I would rather be atomized than reconstituted in a lesser form.
  • HK-51: You served me well, but nothing lasts forever.
  • HK-51: Retort: Master, I was constructed to provide service well beyond your average lifespan. Deactivation at my current service level is simply unwarranted.
  • HK-51: Leave it to the Empire to booby-trap its assassins.
  • HK-51: Disclaimer: While I admire the intent behind this sabotage, it does create an awkward situation.
  • HK-51: Droids like you shouldn't serve our enemy. This precaution makes perfect sense.
  • HK-51: Qualification: I will not argue with your analysis, master. I will simply observe its extreme inconvenience.
  • HK-51: There must be some way to end this subroutine and restore your full functionality.
  • HK-51: Perplexity: I have conducted an extensive search for the protocols to end this annoyance. They do not exist within my memory core.
  • HK-51: After everything I went through to reactivate you, you're falling apart on me. I should scrap you right now and be done.
  • HK-51: Sentiment: Your concern for my well-being is most appreciated.
  • HK-51: Investigation: My original programmer is deceased. Manually deleting the subroutine is impossible, but perhaps it can be terminated another way.
  • HK-51: Request: While I search for a solution, please do not mention my predicament to your crew. It is important they continue to fear me.
  • HK-51: Rumination: It appears many of my fellow HK-51 units will remain frozen on Hoth indefinitely. What an inefficient fate.
  • HK-51: This gives my processors pause. Was it always the Maker's will that I alone would complete our programmed function to liquidate undesirables?
  • HK-51: Never second-guess your fate. Embrace it. Hesitation is weakness.
  • HK-51: Compliment: Sometimes I envy your simplistic outlook, master. It must be liberating to discard all reasoning.
  • HK-51: Quite the deep thinker, aren't we? You're a master of idle speculation.
  • HK-51: Stipulation: If by "idle" you mean "not liquidating undesirables," and by "speculation" you mean "conducting proactive analysis," then I agree.
  • HK-51: Quit complaining. You get to shoot people. What more do you need?
  • HK-51: Flattery: You always know just how to inspire my behavior protocols, master.
  • HK-51: A good assassin works alone--and adapts to changing circumstances.
  • HK-51: Resignation: I suppose you have a point, master. The Maker's process will be revealed in time.
  • HK-51: If I could reactivate you, there's hope for the rest of your production line.
  • HK-51: Admission: That is a pleasing theory, master. Becoming the vanguard of my production line's return would be flattering.
  • HK-51: Droids don't have a destiny. I'm the only one commanding your functions.
  • HK-51: Appeasement: It is charming you believe that, master. I forget how much organics crave a sense of control.
  • HK-51: Conjecture: The galaxy would be a different place if my transport had not crashed on Hoth. Many Republic undesirables would be long since liquidated.
  • HK-51: By my calculations, HK-51 units would have ended the war five point three-two years ago with the Republic's complete collapse into anarchy.
  • HK-51: Our time will come. Better late than never.
  • HK-51: Lament: I abhor lateness, master. The inefficiency irritates my circuits.
  • HK-51: That's a bold claim. Is there evidence to support it?
  • HK-51: Revelation: The HK-51 series was provided a detailed list of critical undesirables. To liquidate even half would have thrown the enemy into chaos.
  • HK-51: It will take more than a few assassin droids to crush the Republic.
  • HK-51: Justification: You have seen the efficiency with which I liquidate undesirables, master. Imagine if my entire production line remained active.
  • HK-51: Manifesto: It is my highest function to see the Republic fall. Its destruction will be a lesson to all who oppose the Sith Empire.
  • HK-51: Observation: This has been a highly productive interaction. I have a renewed sense of purpose. Thank you, master.
  • HK-51: Commentary: My updated galactic history data indicates I missed depressingly little during my unscheduled shutdown. I am disappointed to note the Republic still stands.
  • HK-51: The sacking of Coruscant was impressive, but the Empire failed to finish liquidating the enemy. That peace treaty was highly inefficient, master.
  • HK-51: This time, there will be no mercy. We will conquer the Republic.
  • HK-51: Contemplation: Perhaps I should be grateful the war waited for my reactivation.
  • HK-51: You never play with your victims before finishing them off?
  • HK-51: Advice: Self-amusement at the expense of immediate liquidation invites failure. Never give the undesirables an even break.
  • HK-51: There's a lot more bounties in peacetime. Why hire someone like me when you can send an army to do the job?
  • HK-51: Suggestion: Regardless of politics, assassins never run out of assignments.
  • HK-51: We needed time to consolidate our position and gather strength. The Empire is more powerful, now.
  • HK-51: Counterpoint: The Republic undesirables are also more powerful--and motivated to resist. It is better to exterminate hope than let it breed.
  • HK-51: Inefficient? What makes you say that?
  • HK-51: Instruction: Pausing in the middle of liquidating undesirables allows them to gather strength and potentially regroup. This creates extra work for you.
  • HK-51: The treaty wasn't my idea. The Emperor made that call.
  • HK-51: Decision: I will compose a memo to the Emperor detailing his failure of leadership. He should learn from his mistakes.
  • HK-51: Fact: The Empire needs a dedicated efficiency expert like myself. There is substantial room for improvement of its annihilation procedures.
  • HK-51: The Sith spend as much time fighting each other as they do the Jedi. This is simply wasteful.
  • HK-51: Sith are strong because we eliminate the weak among us.
  • HK-51: Observation: While I fully support liquidation as a problem-solving strategy, it seems wise to pause inter-Sith hostilities until the Jedi are eradicated.
  • HK-51: The Jedi talk about their problems. We prefer a more direct approach.
  • HK-51: Query: Would it not be wiser to eradicate the Jedi directly before "directly approaching" each other?
  • HK-51: A united Sith Order would destroy everything in its path.
  • HK-51: Offer: I can activate my manifesto protocols at any time, master. I will happily compose a convincing argument you can share with other Sith.
  • HK-51: Imperial Intelligence expends far too much effort on information-gathering. The entire organization should be converted to full-time liquidators.
  • HK-51: Without proper intelligence, how would we know whom to assassinate?
  • HK-51: Dismissal: There is no need for complex filtering, master. If someone serves the Republic, schedule them for liquidation.
  • HK-51: With our talent for infiltration, we wouldn't have much difficulty getting close to targets.
  • HK-51: Truism: Getting close is never the issue, master. The challenge is getting away. Enemy law enforcement has little appreciation for our work.
  • HK-51: Bounty hunters should be drafted into the military and organized as the First Imperial Assassination Corps. Liquidations would be swift and glorious.
  • HK-51: Bounty hunters work best alone--and we don't take orders from anybody.
  • HK-51: Hypothetical: Even if those orders were simply "liquidate all Republic targets with extreme prejudice"?
  • HK-51: I'll work for anyone if they can meet my price. Just don't ask me to wear a uniform.
  • HK-51: Concession: Uniforms are mostly for parades, master. It is difficult to imagine you marching in step with anyone.
  • HK-51: Conclusion: I will dedicate a small portion of my processors to developing new efficiency-increasing methods. I will inform you when I have recommendations.
  • HK-51: Until then, we should resume liquidating the undesirables. They have lived far too long.
  • HK-51: Know what would increase your efficiency? Tearing out your vocabulator.
  • HK-51: Acknowledgment: Message received and understood, master. Consider this discussion terminated.
  • HK-51: Prompt: I have sensitive information to share with you, master. Only your starship provides the appropriate security level.
  • HK-51: Declaration: I have new information to share with you, master. When we come to a lull in our liquidations, we should converse.
  • HK-51: Statement: I have no information for you, master. Shall we continue liquidating the undesirables?
  • HK-51: Rumination: It appears many of my fellow HK-51 units will remain frozen indefinitely. What an inefficient fate.
  • HK-51: Conjecture: The galaxy would be a different place if my transport had not crashed. Many Republic undesirables would be long since liquidated.
  • HK-51: Query: Would it not be wiser to eradicate the Jedi before "directly approaching" each other?
  • HK-51: Observation: House Thul's fortress appears sturdy enough to withstand aerial bombardment--but not demolition from within. Intriguing.
  • HK-51: Recommendation: House Alde's neutrality is highly suspect. I suggest liquidating these people before they become undesirables.
  • HK-51: Supposition: House Rist designed this staircase as a means of terminating invaders who are overweight.
  • HK-51: Suggestion: These ruins could block target acquisition, master. They should be leveled from orbit.
  • HK-51: Warning: Those mounds are infested with Killiks--a highly-annoying insect species. Excellent target practice, however.
  • HK-51: Assessment: Those wind turbines would dismember any undesirables thrown into their blades.
  • HK-51: Guidance: That is the Elysium, a testament to Alderaan's failed peace process.
  • HK-51: Approval: House Organa is what I refer to as an "undesirable-rich" environment. Activating liquidation protocols!
  • HK-51: Calculating: The potential casualties from destroying that dam could reach six digits.
  • HK-51: Insight: This would be a useful spot to make camp--and throw approaching undesirables to their doom.
  • HK-51: Praise: Sometime a giant hole is the most effective means of entry.
  • HK-51: Alert: Beware the possibility of ambush by undesirables. It is how I would use this terrain.
  • HK-51: Opinion: The security protocols for this level are quite thorough.
  • HK-51: Approval: We could stay busy liquidating undesirables here for an indefinite period. How delightful.
  • HK-51: Approval: I do enjoy a large metropolis, master. So many chances to liquidate undesirables.
  • HK-51: Assessment: Not much left to do here but complete the liquidation process. You're too kind, master.
  • HK-51: Complaint: These park lands waste valuable space better used to house troublemakers for liquidation.
  • HK-51: Declaration: I don't care what color these Jedi are--I will liquidate them all!
  • HK-51: Praise: You are wise to bring me, master. Unlike soft organics, I am not intimidated by cold.
  • HK-51: Rumination: This geothermal station could provide enough heat to melt this ice shelf, if improperly directed.
  • HK-51: Alert: Be cautious, master. Any undesirable who would sculpt a fortress like that is likely insane.
  • HK-51: Insult: A pirate vault. How quaint. Perhaps we will find rare treasures and make it worth the effort.
  • HK-51: Reverie: Oh, to command such a vessel, master. Think of the potential liquidations. Whole planets, wiped clean for the Maker.
  • HK-51: Commentary: The Republic undesirables are well-fortified here. I almost feel sorry for them.
  • HK-51: Speculation: I believe I was originally designed and constructed on Nar Shaddaa, master. This is the Maker's workshop.
  • HK-51: Calculation: At least thirty percent of the population here consists of undesirables who should be liquidated.
  • HK-51: Presentation: Observe, master--organics with poor math skills and too many credits.
  • HK-51: Warning: HoloNet records indicate high levels of criminal activity here. Be cautious.
  • HK-51: Request: When we are finished with liquidations, may we come back and shop for upgrades?
  • HK-51: Reverie: There is a high probability I was designed in this very sector, master. What a thrill to come home.
  • HK-51: Declaration: We are departing Imperial-controlled territory and entering a hostile zone. My processor just skipped a beat.
  • HK-51: Conjecture: I wonder if I was constructed here. Are you there, Maker? It's your favorite creation, HK-51!
  • HK-51: Revelation: I have always wanted my own starship. If I serve you well, please remember that.
  • HK-51: Prediction: If I were capable of appreciating aesthetics, Nar Shaddaa's undesirables would very likely offend me.
  • HK-51: Admiration: There are few things I love more than a poisoned atmosphere. Liquidations become so much simpler.
  • HK-51: Appraisal: This is what a planetary liquidation looks like. The Maker was busy here.
  • HK-51: Warning: The acid levels of this lake are corrosive to my servomotors.
  • HK-51: Testimonial: It is places like this where I most appreciate not possessing olfactory sensors.
  • HK-51: Analysis: Whatever this beast was, it has been thoroughly liquidated.
  • HK-51: Speculation: If I were a rakghoul, I might make a nest here.
  • HK-51: Information: This is the fabled Republic warship "Endar Spire." Fame notwithstanding, it is mostly scrap metal.
  • HK-51: Observation: Look, master--another failed Republic effort. They truly never learn, hmm?
  • HK-51: Prediction: I calculate all Republic undesirables on Taris will be fully liquidated within ten standard weeks.
  • HK-51: Anticipation: I can almost smell the undesirables from here, master. Let's hurry.
  • HK-51: Statement: It's some sort of mass transit network that survived destruction. Perhaps we can rectify that.
  • HK-51: Praise: The undesirables picked an especially clever hiding spot. All this radiation interferes with my sensors.
  • HK-51: Briefing: Records indicate Tatooine's average daily temperature is well above tolerable organic levels. My sympathies, master.
  • HK-51: Insight: At least now we know where to find all the undesirables in town.
  • HK-51: Judgment: Buying droid parts here would be like acquiring replacements organs from a butcher.
  • HK-51: Presentation: This appears to be a place of spiritual significance to the organic natives... pathetic savages.
  • HK-51: Rumination: One must admire Tatooine's wildlife. These creatures are master liquidators.
  • HK-51: Analysis: It appears your fellow Imperials got homesick, master. This architecture is quite homey.
  • HK-51: Advice: You may wish to stop and splash a bit of water on yourself, master. You're looking a little peaked.
  • HK-51: Dismissal: The mighty Sarlacc... possibly the least-efficient predator in galactic history.
  • HK-51: Hypothesis: I may require replacement photoreceptors after we leave this world. These ambient light levels are harsh indeed.
  • HK-51: Contemplation: What is it about organics and their need to dig holes in sand?
  • HK-51: Complaint: The Shrine of Healing... so this is where the Voss undo all my hard work.
  • HK-51: Analysis: The Tower of Prophecy, indeed. I predict I will soon be annoyed by a Voss.
  • HK-51: Insight: Whatever their faults, at least the Gormak are honest about their intentions. Witness Exhibit A.
  • HK-51: Revelation: My scanners indicate all manner of undesirables in various states of emotional distress. It's like coming home.
  • Dread Legion Leader: What I say? More Imperials. Imperials too dumb to be scared.
  • Dread Legion Leader: Weak Imperials and their weak droids dragged cargo here and froze. More weak Imperials come, got killed, froze. Scared now?
  • Dread Legion Leader: Hand over the Fatality records or you'll freeze with them.
  • Dread Legion Leader: Ha! Count bodies. I kill your kind before, here and all over Hoth.
  • Dread Legion Leader: Hoth White Maw. Ship White Maw. Droids White Maw. You dead.
  • Dread Legion Leader: I get the pleasure of killing the dumbest lout in the galaxy.
  • Dread Legion Leader: Blaster, mine. Your head, mine.
  • Dread Legion Leader: Exterminating you will do the Houk and the White Maw a favor.
  • Dread Legion Leader: All this over frozen droids?
  • Dread Legion Leader: Hunter-Killer droids. HKs. I kill Imperials for them; they kill Imperials for me.
  • Dread Legion Leader: Maybe I send your body back to camp. Scare other Imperials away.
  • Dread Legion Leader: Weak Imperials die fast, freeze slow. You, I think opposite.
  • Dread Legion Leader: Ha! Count bodies. I kill your kind before, here and all over this planet.
  • Dread Legion Leader: World Dread Masters'. Ship Dread Masters'. Droids Dread Masters'. You... dead.
  • Dread Legion Leader: Exterminating you will do the Dread Masters--and your species--a favor.
  • Dread Legion Leader: Look around. Lots of dead Imperials, frozen stiff. Never leaving. Scared now?
  • Dread Legion Leader: You have no idea who you're dealing with. I send fools like you to the Void every morning.
  • Dread Legion Leader: I prefer to kill enemies who know what they're getting into. You're an idiot. Reconsider this fight while you can.
  • Dread Legion Leader: I didn't come here to talk. I came to cleanse the galactic gene pool.
  • General Avrun: I saw one of the HK units follow you out. The sooner they're all recovered, the sooner I can go home.
  • General Avrun: Before Hoth, I was stationed on Dromund Kaas. Climate controlled and civilized.
  • General Avrun: Your records, General. Now at least the mystery is solved.
  • General Avrun: You work well together. I sent three squads in, and they crumpled like a house of pazaak cards. Let's hope it was worth something.
  • General Avrun: Thank you, my lord. Many an Imperial will sleep easier tonight. Everything looks to be in order.
  • General Avrun: Excellent! The moment I saw you, I knew you could be relied on. Let's see what all the fuss was about.
  • General Avrun: Why... this is incredible. The Fatality was carrying HK droids. A whole squad of fully functioning HK droids!
  • General Avrun: Where was the Fatality taking them?
  • General Avrun: The records don't say. A functioning HK hasn't been seen in the galaxy for centuries.
  • General Avrun: I've never heard of these HK droids.
  • General Avrun: They're a line of highly advanced assault droids. HKs can be temperamental, but you won't find a more lethal assassin.
  • General Avrun: With one HK droid, the Empire could make fast work of a troublesome Jedi or Republic leader. With an army, we would be unstoppable.
  • General Avrun: I understand now. These droids are incredibly powerful. The Empire must recover them.
  • General Avrun: I'd like to get my hands on one of these droids.
  • General Avrun: The HK droids are on an Imperial ship. They belong to the Empire.
  • General Avrun: I'm afraid it will take some time. We don't want the Republic to catch wind of this.
  • General Avrun: I'm not going back in to switch one on.
  • General Avrun: It's not that simple. The droids are frozen solid. We have no idea what condition they're in.
  • General Avrun: These records must go to Minder Eight on Dromund Kaas. She'll know the safest route to retrieval.
  • General Avrun: The Empire owes you a great debt for locating these droids. I hope it wasn't too much of an inconvenience.
  • General Avrun: Sounds like the HKs and I were meant to find each other.
  • General Avrun: I enjoy discovering new toys.
  • General Avrun: I'll find a way to make it pay off.
  • General Avrun: Finding the droids was reward enough.
  • General Avrun: As for me, I still have no medic and no heat source. But better cold and alive than executed for my failure.
  • General Avrun: We'll search the bodies inside the wreck. Perhaps the White Maw were hoarding more Imperial secrets.
  • General Avrun: We'll be on our own for a while. The Empire will want constant surveillance of the Fatality.
  • General Avrun: Your assistance was appreciated. Farewell.
  • General Avrun: The Fatality's cargo is top secret. Just imagine what kind of weapon might be down there....
  • General Avrun: It's about time! I requested a heat source and a medic hours ago. Unless you're dying or dead, I--
  • General Avrun: You're not my reinforcements. Apologies. If you'd been through what we have, you'd be a little jumpy, too.
  • General Avrun: Same cold, same ice. Notice us not complaining.
  • General Avrun: The elements become a bit harsher after you've fought your way through a crashed ship.
  • General Avrun: My lord! Please forgive my frustration. We're wounded, freezing and warding off attacks from the White Maw.
  • General Avrun: You and your squad of scarecrows don't look worth attacking.
  • General Avrun: We're lucky to be alive. Half my men are at the bottom of that wreck.
  • General Avrun: So they send Imperial Intelligence to finish the job. Well, have at it. I'm not going down into that wreck again.
  • General Avrun: I've got my own assignments, and none of them involve your ship.
  • General Avrun: Be thankful. That ship is a death trap.
  • General Avrun: Stop right there. You have the look of a scavenger, maybe even a White Maw, and we've endured enough from them.
  • General Avrun: I'm armed and in a lot better shape than you.
  • General Avrun: A mercenary, then. I wonder what your price is for a little light diving.
  • General Avrun: The Fatality. That wreck over there. It's an Imperial destroyer, brought down during the last battle over Hoth.
  • General Avrun: I'll put you out of your misery, if you like.
  • General Avrun: That won't be necessary. I'd like to live to see what's so special about a crashed ship.
  • General Avrun: High Command believes the Fatality was carrying cargo so important, they won't even tell me what it is. I'm just supposed to find it.
  • General Avrun: But the White Maw ambushed us, claimed the ship. Every man they kill becomes a frozen trophy to their Houk leader. The savage.
  • General Avrun: I don't see how a crashed ship helps them.
  • General Avrun: Exactly. The Fatality is scrap metal, so the White Maw are fighting for something else. We need to find out what.
  • General Avrun: The White Maw outnumber us. They have control of the ship and protection from the elements. Did I mention I'm wounded?
  • General Avrun: This is my neck, if I can't locate this cargo. My orders come from the Dark Council itself.
  • General Avrun: The ship splintered when it crashed. There's a few entrances through the wreckage.
  • General Avrun: The Fatality's classified records will tell us what the cargo is. I don't suppose...?
  • General Avrun: Cargo worth dying for? This I have to see.
  • General Avrun: Trust me. Once we find this cargo, you'll never see me on Hoth again.
  • General Avrun: If any White Maw reinforcements arrive, we'll struggle with them as best we can. Good luck.
  • General Avrun: If you reach an Imperial outpost, send reinforcements our way. Or at least a medic.
  • General Avrun: White Maw savages... only thing worse than this cold....
  • General Avrun: Dread Master legions... only thing worse than this cold....
  • General Avrun: My lord! I didn't recognize you. We're wounded, freezing and warding off attacks from the Dread Masters' forces.
  • General Avrun: Wait, you can't be my reinforcements. Imperial Intelligence is disbanded... isn't it?
  • General Avrun: No... this isn't right. They wouldn't send a bounty hunter to aid us. Not even a Great Hunt Grand Champion.
  • General Avrun: Point taken. I guarantee you'll be compensated for any assistance you provide.
  • General Avrun: That's on a need-to-know basis, General. The point is, I'm here--and curious why you are.
  • General Avrun: My mission is to reclaim a death trap. It's going about as well as you'd expect.
  • General Avrun: I'll warn you in advance: my intel is far from complete.
  • General Avrun: Years ago, when the Dread Masters were captured and imprisoned here, one of their apprentices stole the Imperial destroyer "Fatality." We never learned why.
  • General Avrun: The Fatality vanished into hyperspace and was believed lost--until we discovered the Dread Masters excavating its wreck from the ice here. High Command sent me to recover the vessel.
  • General Avrun: How did a ship lost decades ago crash on a Republic prison planet we only recently learned existed?
  • General Avrun: What's so special about the Fatality that your superiors are wasting resources on its recovery?
  • General Avrun: There must be something very special aboard the Fatality if the Dread Masters are throwing forces at it.
  • General Avrun: Most likely, the Dread Masters' apprentice was attempting to free them on his own. Apparently, he almost succeeded.
  • General Avrun: I asked that myself, but apparently the answer is above my rank.
  • General Avrun: The elements feel a bit harsher after you've barely escaped the Dread Masters' forces.
  • General Avrun: But we weren't prepared for the savages inside that vessel. The Dread Master legions are led by a Houk. He keeps our dead as frozen trophies.
  • General Avrun: Then consider acquiring the information a favor--one for which you'll be well-compensated.
  • General Avrun: We'll hold this position. Enter the Fatality, eliminate the enemy forces and their Houk leader, then find out what's inside that ship. Good luck.
  • General Avrun: The Dread Masters and their servants need to learn the price of betraying the Empire. Give me coordinates to the Fatality--I'll handle this.
  • General Avrun: While you're in there, access the Fatality's classified records. That should clear up this little mystery.
  • General Avrun: You're more than welcome to express my embarrassment to that giant Houk.
  • General Avrun: Getting inside the ship is easy enough. It's killing everyone there that's giving us trouble.
  • General Avrun: I can find a technician to reactivate the droids, but we'll need detailed schematics and suitable repair parts.
  • General Avrun: That seems only fair--and blast High Command if it disagrees.
  • General Avrun: Just imagine what our enemy could do with them now.
  • General Avrun: No wonder that apprentice stole the Fatality all those years ago. He could've easily freed the Dread Masters with HK droids for his army.
  • General Avrun: The Dread Masters must never be allowed to possess those droids--but destroying them is not an option.
  • General Avrun: It doesn't look like they ever got a chance to leave the ship. What do you think happened?
  • General Avrun: Clearly, Republic forces shot down the Fatality when it arrived at Belsavis. Why they never recovered the wreck remains a mystery--but no matter.
  • General Avrun: Incredible! The Fatality was crewed with fully-functioning HK droids! I'd heard rumors of a project decades back, but never imagined it was real.
  • General Avrun: You'll never find a more lethal assassin. A functioning HK hasn't been seen in the galaxy for centuries.
  • General Avrun: Records indicate the droids were all damaged and deactivated in the crash. To fix them, we need spare parts that may not even exist.
  • General Avrun: I'm not giving up on this--not after all we've been through getting to this point.
  • General Avrun: If I were to acquire these nonexistent parts, I'd expect one of those droids as payment.
  • General Avrun: If you're telling me I just fought my way through that vessel for nothing, the Dread Masters will be the least of your worries.
  • General Avrun: Czerka Corporation created the HK droids. One of their laboratory archives might contain a complete set of schematics. Not much, but it's a start.
  • General Avrun: I've accomplished more with less.
  • General Avrun: Our odds of success go up if we work together to find these things.
  • General Avrun: Keep an eye on the Fatality. I don't want the Dread Masters or Republic forces getting in while I'm gone.
  • General Avrun: High Command said the same. We'll do out best.
  • General Avrun: There's a place you could look that won't involve any negotiations with Czerka. Try there first--and good luck!
  • General Avrun: My orders are to keep the Fatality under constant surveillance. Believe me, I'd much rather go with you.
  • General Avrun: I still have no medic or heat source--but better cold and alive than executed for my failure.
  • General Avrun: I found everything we need to repair those HK droids.
  • General Avrun: Brilliant! And I have a chief engineer on standby. He's a bit twitchy, but knows his way around a droid.
  • General Avrun: I'll send him in behind you to repair one of the HKs, but I'm afraid a new problem has cropped up in your absence.
  • General Avrun: Dread Master forces have once again taken over the Fatality. Their leader is a powerful Sith calling himself the Lord of Agony.
  • General Avrun: There is no Sith more powerful than the Emperor's Wrath.
  • General Avrun: That fool is about to learn the true meaning of agony--in excruciating detail.
  • General Avrun: If that Sith is as stupid as his fancy title, I'll enjoy torching him.
  • General Avrun: They know we have what's needed to reactivate the droids. They're hoping to take it from our corpses.
  • General Avrun: If the droids were stolen by the Dread Masters' apprentice, will they attack us once they're reactivated?
  • General Avrun: Your only job was to secure that crash site until I returned!
  • General Avrun: I lost almost a hundred men to that Sith and his followers. We're not equipped to fight anyone like him.
  • General Avrun: My chief engineer is awaiting word that you've retaken the Fatality. He'll meet you inside when all enemy forces are dead.
  • General Avrun: According to the records you recovered, none of the HK units were reprogrammed. They remain loyal Imperial servants. Still... be careful.
  • General Avrun: I trust you won't permit them that convenience.
  • General Avrun: Indeed. The Fatality could use some flames to brighten up the place.
  • General Avrun: I regret I won't be present to witness the lesson.
  • General Avrun: I tried explaining that to him, but he's not what one would call a brilliant conversationalist.
  • General Avrun: Give him everything you've acquired, and he'll repair the HK droid for you. Best of luck.
  • General Avrun: There's nothing we can do for the dead--but I'd prefer to keep living. I won't do that if the mission fails.
  • General Avrun: Don't expect me to shed any tears for your men. Dying is what soldiers are for.
  • General Avrun: Are you telling me the Empire's best soldiers can't take down a single Houk?
  • General Avrun: I don't care about the cargo--I want that Houk scum dead.
  • HK-51: Declaration: Self-diagnostics complete. Assassination protocols active. All systems go.
  • HK-51: Salutation: Greetings, master. I am HK-51. I am armed, operational and at your command.
  • HK-51: You belong to me now, droid.
  • HK-51: Acknowledgment: I had assumed so, master. You are the only organic here who is not frozen.
  • HK-51: Summation: I can liquidate any undesirable organic with extreme prejudice. You have only to ask, master.
  • HK-51: I'm told you're modeled after a famous assassin droid. Is that true?
  • HK-51: Dismissal: We have identical chassis, but that is where the similarities end, master. The HK-47 was flawed and volatile.
  • HK-51: The HK-51 series is a far more efficient model. You will not find a more lethal or reliable assassin.
  • HK-51: Admission: I am optimized for combat. I hope you are not an organic who favors negotiation.
  • HK-51: I think I missed that part of Sith training.
  • HK-51: Approval: I have always favored an Imperial education, master. Pacifism is inefficient.
  • HK-51: I prefer the art of manipulation, but when that fails, I'm open to alternatives.
  • HK-51: Encouragement: I can provide many alternatives, master. Extreme brutality is my specialty.
  • HK-51: People do what I say or they die.
  • HK-51: Assertion: I am pleased to hear that, master. My intimidation protocols are always at your disposal.
  • HK-51: I favor direct methods when dealing with problems.
  • HK-51: Offer: If you prefer to shoot first and ask questions later, master, I am always happy to assist.
  • HK-51: The word you're looking for is "master."
  • HK-51: Retraction: My mistake, master. I forget not all organics appreciate such terminology.
  • HK-51: I'll do as I see fit. Complain, and you're scrap.
  • HK-51: Reassurance: I do not object to conversation, master. I simply prefer the one-sided variety.
  • HK-51: Information: I will locate your starship and familiarize myself with your crew. If I detect any hint of mutiny, I will notify you immediately.
  • HK-51: [This HK unit has been deactivated for quite some time. It will not respond to commands.]
  • HK-51: Are you any relation to the assassin droid HK-47?
  • HK-51: And what exactly can you do for me? I hope it's more than talk.

Quotes (Republic)

  • HK-51: Judgment: That number is unacceptably low. The Maker created me to serve at one-hundred percent efficiency. Anything less is a profound failure.
  • HK-51: Conjecture: Your expectations have clearly been lowered by inferior models, master. I have seen your Teeseven unit. "Disappointing" does not describe it.
  • HK-51: Contemplation: Our recent forays have been stimulating, master. You appear to have an endless supply of organic troublemakers to delete. I find this pleasing.

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  • HK-51: Declaration: I have completed a full system diagnostic, master. I am operating at seventy-five point three one percent efficiency.
  • HK-51: Judgment: That number is unacceptably low. The Maker created me to serve at one-hundred percent efficiency. Anything less is a profound failure.
  • HK-51: I don't expect perfection from a salvaged droid. We'll fix you up, some day.
  • HK-51: Conjecture: Your expectations have clearly been lowered by inferior models, master. I have seen your Teeseven unit. "Disappointing" does not describe it.
  • HK-51: An impaired efficiency for you might be ten times the average droid's best capacity.
  • HK-51: Concession: That is almost certainly true, master--but equally beside the point.
  • HK-51: Your parts are pretty old. They might need replacing.
  • HK-51: Objection: I served flawlessly before my operational delay on Hoth. My servomotors have not decayed one iota, master.
  • HK-51: You were on ice a long time, pal. Don't worry about it until you're back to room temperature.
  • HK-51: Dismissal: My chassis is designed to perform under extreme weather conditions, master.
  • HK-51: Who's this "Maker" you're referring to? Your manufacturer?
  • HK-51: Correction: The Maker provided more than my physical form, master. It also programmed me with purpose.
  • HK-51: I don't have any use for a droid that's only two percentage points away from the scrap pile.
  • HK-51: Agreement: You deserve nothing less than flawless performance, master. Indeed, my programming demands it.
  • HK-51: Manifesto: The Maker created me for the sole function of deleting high-ranking organic troublemakers from the galaxy.
  • HK-51: These deletions must be conspicuous and provide an object lesson to other organic troublemakers. All other mission parameters are secondary.
  • HK-51: What's with the euphemisms, HK? You're afraid to say "killing"?
  • HK-51: Denial: Not at all, master. I am merely practicing code words while among polite company. This is an especially useful skill in Republic space.
  • HK-51: I hope you can adapt to new programming, because I don't plan to go around killing anyone if I can help it.
  • HK-51: Criticism: Your goal appears to be at odds with reactivating me. I strongly recommend revisiting your logic process.
  • HK-51: There's nothing I enjoy more than conspicuously deleting people who get in my way.
  • HK-51: Speculation: Our compatible goals may increase my efficiency.
  • HK-51: Summation: I will continue monitoring my systems, master. The process speed will increase if you employ me against your enemies.
  • HK-51: Anyone will do at the present time, master. After so many years, I am not choosy.
  • HK-51: Revelation: You are my favorite master by a factor of five point two six.
  • HK-51: If my advance warning systems had predicted this adulation for you, I would have thought myself defective. No offense, master.
  • HK-51: I never thought I'd be friends with an assassin droid. I've had to destroy all the other ones I've met.
  • HK-51: Reassurance: Most assassin droids are inferior designs constructed from inexpensive components. The galaxy is no poorer for their absence, master.
  • HK-51: Great alliances are often born from conflicts of interest.
  • HK-51: Hypothesis: You became a Jedi because you enjoy delivering cryptic statements.
  • HK-51: You're a good soldier, HK. Wish I had a thousand of you.
  • HK-51: Agreement: Imagine the troublemakers I could delete as an army. My combat processor's temperature raised point three three degrees just calculating it.
  • HK-51: The feeling's mutual, I guess. You're not gonna try to kiss me, are you?
  • HK-51: Opposition: I would rather not. Moisture around my vocabulator can cause a short circuit.
  • HK-51: I can never tell if you're complimenting me or making a joke at my expense.
  • HK-51: Encouragement: Veiled mockery is an inefficient means of expression. If I did not like you, master, you would be dead.
  • HK-51: Don't get sentimental. When your servos finally wear out, I'll scrap you without a second thought.
  • HK-51: Comfort: Have no fear, master. My parts will outlast yours by a considerable margin.
  • HK-51: Quandary: The Maker clearly intends I fulfill my function in your service, but as a droid, I can be easily reprogrammed without my consent.
  • HK-51: Solution: I have obtained a code that permanently assigns my loyalty to you and anyone designated by you. I have only to activate it.
  • HK-51: Are you sure? Just because you enjoy serving me doesn't mean you'll like whoever I give you to.
  • HK-51: Admiration: I trust your judgment, master. You will not assign me to someone who does not appreciate a good deletion.
  • HK-51: It's better if we're always on the same side. I wouldn't want to face you in a fight.
  • HK-51: Agreement: And I would not want to delete you, master. After all we have been through, that would be anticlimactic.
  • HK-51: Activate that code right now. You're my property--and always will be.
  • HK-51: Testimonial: Our relationship transcends petty materialism, master. The Maker brought us together to delete troublemakers across the galaxy.
  • HK-51: Statement: Activating loyalty permanence protocols now....
  • HK-51: Confirmation: My loyalty is irrevocably assigned to you and your heirs. Congratulations, master! Let us celebrate with a mass deletion.
  • HK-51: Alert: System efficiency has returned to one-hundred percent, master. And I have reactivated several combat subsystems that were previously disabled.
  • HK-51: My deletion techniques are as efficient as the day I left the factory floor.
  • HK-51: Declaration: Troublemakers beware--the Maker's greatest assassin is coming for you all!
  • HK-51: As a general rule, Jedi don't team up with assassins. What else can we call you?
  • HK-51: List: If you require a more polite euphemism, may I suggest: liquidator, eraser, removal expert, and my personal favorite, sterilizer.
  • HK-51: I prefer to think of you as a friend and ally, HK.
  • HK-51: Proposition: As I do not possess programming for friendship and "ally" is not a job title, is the term "associate" adequately unspecific?
  • HK-51: High Command gets a little nervous when troops toss around the "a" word. Let's call you an "anti-personnel specialist."
  • HK-51: Assessment: Military jargon is frightfully inefficient, but the title fits.
  • HK-51: It's great you're fully functional, but throttle down on the crazy monologues.
  • HK-51: Retraction: My apologies. I did not mean to infringe on your area of expertise.
  • HK-51: I've never seen you so excited. Be careful, or you'll short-circuit.
  • HK-51: Reassurance: My electrical systems are well shielded from overload. Your concern is noted, however.
  • HK-51: I can't wait to see you in action. We should delete somebody to celebrate. Any suggestions?
  • HK-51: Indecision: I cannot settle on any single one of your many troublemakers. Why not simply delete them all?
  • HK-51: Resolution: You will soon see my full combat capabilities. Prepare to be awed, master.
  • HK-51: I see you're back in one piece. How are your systems doing?
  • HK-51: Report: I have finally terminated my efficiency-reducing subroutine--and the galaxy contains one less troublemaker.
  • HK-51: Qualification: I only wish my deletion techniques had not been so sub-par. I measured an abysmal fifty-two point oh-nine percent efficiency.
  • HK-51: You did fine. I don't expect perfection, HK.
  • HK-51: Demand: Do not treat me like one of your crew mates. Unlike them, I was built for success.
  • HK-51: Look at it this way: you were one-hundred percent efficient at protecting the Republic.
  • HK-51: Dismissal: I do not require "cheering up," master. I was merely evaluating my performance as a professional.
  • HK-51: You took down the enemy. Doesn't matter how efficiently you did it.
  • HK-51: Contradiction: Applying proper deletion techniques always matters, master. The Maker expects nothing less than perfect execution.
  • HK-51: Don't be so hard on yourself. When we're teamed up, we measure two-hundred and fifty-two percent.
  • HK-51: Suspicion: Your math skills are dubious at best, master. I recommend always counting your credits three times, from now on.
  • HK-51: Any sign your systems are improving?
  • HK-51: Maybe you'll feel better after crossing the other two troublemakers off your list.
  • HK-51: Resignation: Unfortunately, both men have relocated while I was otherwise engaged. If the Maker wills me a second shot, I promise to take it.
  • HK-51: Assertion: When I finish recompiling my combat processor algorithms, my deletion techniques will elevate substantially.
  • HK-51: Suggestion: Inflicting a few well-deserved deletions should greatly speed along that process, master.
  • HK-51: Announcement: Good news, master! I have discovered an exploitable flaw in my Imperial programming.
  • HK-51: My efficiency-reducing subroutine only specifies I delete high-ranking troublemakers in Republic space. The exact political affiliation is undefined.
  • HK-51: By deleting troublemakers who fit my target profile, I can restore my functions to full efficiency and benefit the Republic. Win-win.
  • HK-51: I'm uncomfortable letting you carry out an assassination, regardless of the enemy.
  • HK-51: Persuasion: This will not be a standard Imperial-style deletion. For example, I can leave the troublemaker's corpse mostly intact.
  • HK-51: The Force is generated by all living things. Killing diminishes the Force. It reduces all life.
  • HK-51: Calculation: Assuming I understood anything you just said, master, would it not then be useful to delete someone who is killing others?
  • HK-51: You're requesting permission to terminate a hostile, is that it?
  • HK-51: Commentary: It is only a request in the sense that if I am declined, I will cease existing.
  • HK-51: It's a win for you, all right. For the other guy, it's dead-dead.
  • HK-51: Truism: Most troublemakers are miserable beings, master. They will not regret their deletion any more than we will.
  • HK-51: We've taken down all sorts of enemies. None of them fit your profile?
  • HK-51: Specification: A qualified troublemaker must meet a Political Instability Threat Rating of at least one thousand to activate my protocols.
  • HK-51: Who do we have to delete to save your chassis from the scrap pile?
  • HK-51: Revelation: After thorough research, I have identified three potential candidates. I predict you will not object to my deleting at least one of them.
  • HK-51: First briefing: Lord Cynerus is the Empire's top assassin, personally deleting forty-nine Republic officials. His current assignment is the Senator from Ord Mantell.
  • HK-51: I will follow the Senator closely. When Lord Cynerus makes his move, I will be there to delete him.
  • HK-51: An enemy assassin operating in Republic space? He should be taken alive and put on trial--or at least interrogated.
  • HK-51: Counterargument: Consider the bigger picture, master. Only a deletion will preserve my continued functioning. Imprisonment does not suffice.
  • HK-51: I assume you'll ensure the Senator from Ord Mantell survives?
  • HK-51: Appeasement: The thought had not occurred to me, master--but I will happily add it to my mission parameters, if you insist.
  • HK-51: Sounds like he isn't just an assassin, he's a fanatic. Give me everything you have on this man.
  • HK-51: Description: Lord Cynerus possesses keen intelligence, impressive physicality and is committed to developing exciting new deletion techniques. My kind of organic.
  • HK-51: Second briefing: Hinto Salisburr is a major Republic defense contractor. He is also a traitor who sells military secrets to the Empire.
  • HK-51: Salisburr spent his ill-gotten credits constructing an allegedly "impregnable" space station. I will expose its one security flaw by deleting him.
  • HK-51: No offense, HK, but you're not a probe droid. Where did you get your information?
  • HK-51: Explanation: The Empire programmed me to recognize certain organics I should avoid deleting. This defense contractor made the list, master.
  • HK-51: If everything you say is true, that man should be tried for treason. You can shoot him after he's convicted.
  • HK-51: Complication: His trial could take years, master--assuming Imperial spies do not delete him in prison. I must fulfill my programming to continue functioning.
  • HK-51: I count at least four good reasons to delete this man, starting with his stupid name.
  • HK-51: Speculation: Had I known your permission could be obtained so easily, I might have padded my target list with Corellians.
  • HK-51: Third briefing: Ambassador Dak Haron is an Imperial diplomat recruiting unaligned Outer Rim systems to join the Empire. He is surprisingly successful at it.
  • HK-51: Slow-thinking organics adore Ambassador Haron for his charm, generosity and open-mindedness. The Republic will only benefit from his deletion.
  • HK-51: Only the Empire targets peaceful negotiators for assassination.
  • HK-51: Hypothetical: Would you rather delete one ambassador, or millions of new enemies joining the Empire? Calculate carefully, master.
  • HK-51: He'd be more useful alive and working for us. Could we subvert your programming by "neutralizing" this diplomat another way?
  • HK-51: Negation: Not a chance, master. My continued functioning depends on deleting this troublemaker immediately.
  • HK-51: We don't need any more systems falling to the Empire.
  • HK-51: Confirmation: According to my projections, Ambassador Haron will increase Imperial-friendly territory over twenty-four percent. His removal would cripple the Empire's diplomatic efforts.
  • HK-51: Summation: Deleting any of the targets I described would fulfill my programming and terminate my efficiency-reducing subroutines.
  • HK-51: As my master, you should direct my efforts. Who shall I delete: the Sith assassin, the Republic traitor or the Imperial diplomat?
  • HK-51: When Lord Cynerus shows himself, do whatever's necessary to protect the Senator.
  • HK-51: Gratitude: I was hoping for an excuse to unlock my "extreme prejudice" protocols, master.
  • HK-51: That defense contractor thinks he's above the law. Show him otherwise.
  • HK-51: Guarantee: Rest assured, I will deliver a visual feast of fiery retribution.
  • HK-51: You'll have a lot less trouble deleting an ambassador than those other two. Make it quick.
  • HK-51: Agreement: As you wish, master. Efficiency is best.
  • HK-51: Farewell: To fulfill my programming, I must complete this mission alone. I will return once the troublemaker has been dealt with.
  • HK-51: Lament: Master, my combat efficiency rating is down four point two seven points from my previous self-diagnostic.
  • HK-51: In organic terms, I am losing my edge. If this decline continues, I will be unable to function in less than two standard months.
  • HK-51: I need your help defeating the Empire, HK. I'll keep you functioning one way or another.
  • HK-51: Appreciation: I am glad you value my contributions. Rest assured, your investment in my well-being will pay great dividends.
  • HK-51: There must be some way to fix you. We just need to figure out what's wrong.
  • HK-51: I knew you were too good to last. At least your parts will be worth something.
  • HK-51: Interjection: Master! Do not be so quick to deactivate me.
  • HK-51: Hypothesis: I believe the reason for my inefficiency is due to unfulfilled subroutines still running in my processors.
  • HK-51: My Imperial programmer's commands were quite thorough. Failure to delete high-ranking organic troublemakers in Republic space is having a detrimental effect on me.
  • HK-51: I have some experience with people programmed by the Empire to do terrible things. You can override those commands, HK.
  • HK-51: Patronization: Your encouragement, however misguided, is appreciated. I am sure it was intended as helpful.
  • HK-51: You are no ordinary droid, HK. You were designed to learn and adapt. Fight these impulses.
  • HK-51: Rejection: To focus additional processing power on these subroutines would only accelerate my incapacitation.
  • HK-51: If I have to choose between deactivating you and assassinating Republic citizens... you figure it out.
  • HK-51: Interpretation: Your meaning is clear, master. You will not sacrifice a random individual to preserve your loyal servant's continued existence.
  • HK-51: We can't just go around blasting Senators. The last thing I need is to become Republic Enemy Number One.
  • HK-51: Flattery: Your holo-image would look quite impressive on the law enforcement network, master.
  • HK-51: Is there a way to delete these subroutines without impairing your functions?
  • HK-51: Alert: The subroutines are deeply imbedded in my behavioral circuitry matrix. The processes cannot be removed, only terminated.
  • HK-51: If deleting a major troublemaker will save you, we could always take out a Supreme Chancellor or two. They're pretty useless.
  • HK-51: Refusal: Unfortunately, master, your current Supreme Chancellor does not fit my target profile. Incompetence is not the same thing as active troublemaking.
  • HK-51: Strategizing: I cannot perform commands in direct violation of my master's loyalties. I must find another way to correct this systems failure.
  • HK-51: In the meantime, any activity using my combat processors will slow further degradation. I recommend immediate and vigorous deletions, master.
  • HK-51: Speculation: Before my involuntary deactivation, I assumed deleting Republic troublemakers would be trivial.
  • HK-51: Having now witnessed you in action on multiple occasions, I am left to wonder how much I miscalculated that challenge.
  • HK-51: I'm more interested in you accurately assessing Imperial troublemakers.
  • HK-51: Analysis: I predict a fifty point six six percent chance the Empire will win this war. Your activities have greatly lowered that figure, master.
  • HK-51: Why are you speculating on something that will never happen?
  • HK-51: Caution: Never say never, master. My self-preservation programming anticipates all eventualities, no matter how remote.
  • HK-51: Consider yourself lucky you wound up on my side. I've scrapped plenty of droids.
  • HK-51: Appeasement: You are an undisputed paragon of your kind, master. My sentience programming was merely running hypothetical exercises.
  • HK-51: Rumination: The Maker's path is circuitous, indeed. Was I always pre-programmed to serve the Republic?
  • HK-51: Or does my reduced efficiency indicate I have strayed from the Maker's parameters? These questions dominate my processors.
  • HK-51: Does it really matter why you serve me?
  • HK-51: Tutorial: Everything matters, master. I do not delete troublemakers independently. The Maker marked them for me.
  • HK-51: Maybe you're inefficient because you're overloading those circuits with doubt.
  • HK-51: Dismissal: An interesting but flawed hypothesis, master. I was constructed without creative dampers for a reason.
  • HK-51: The amount of thought you put into your existence is impressive, HK.
  • HK-51: Compliment: Your continued operation, despite inadequate programming parameters, is equally inspiring, master.
  • HK-51: Your behavioral circuitry matrix is hitting its limit. Erasing a few files might calm you down.
  • HK-51: Appeal: Please, master, one logic-impaired unit aboard this ship is enough. Forex already serves that role flawlessly.
  • HK-51: Reroute that data and let me worry about what the Maker wants. I'll keep you informed--trust me.
  • HK-51: Doubt: No offense, master, but you and the Maker do not appear to have any relationship.
  • HK-51: You don't have a destiny. You're a machine. There's no difference between you and a waste disposal droid.
  • HK-51: Condescension: Just because you are a particle flung about by solar winds does not mean I am, master.
  • HK-51: Query: Does it worry you that your maker failed to provide comprehensive objectives? Are you comfortable acting randomly?
  • HK-51: We all have our masters. Mine lead the entire Jedi Order. I trust their guidance.
  • HK-51: Courtesy: I will refrain from making comments about the blind leading the blind, master.
  • HK-51: Randomness is an illusion. Those sensitive to the Force can see that.
  • HK-51: Disclaimer: The incomprehensibility of your statement in no way validates it, master.
  • HK-51: I don't do anything randomly. My missions come direct from General Garza.
  • HK-51: Skepticism: Your logic appears flawed, master. General Garza has no more guidance than you.
  • HK-51: There's always a method to my madness, pal--even when there isn't.
  • HK-51: Commentary: Your ability to speak without saying anything is truly remarkable, master.
  • HK-51: At least I'm not locked into my programming. I'm free to choose.
  • HK-51: Negation: Freedom is a construct organics use to comfort themselves, master. I had thought you above such needs.
  • HK-51: You're making me sorry I started this conversation. Let's go delete troublemakers.
  • HK-51: Approval: A fine suggestion, master. The exercise will do us both good.
  • HK-51: Continued use of my combat processors will eventually reveal the source of my inefficiency. Shall we?
  • HK-51: Contemplation: Our recent forays have been stimulating, master. You appear to have an endless supply of organic troublemakers to delete. I find this pleasing.
  • HK-51: Hint: However, I believe your deletion techniques could improve with guidance from an advanced professional in the field.
  • HK-51: I never go out looking to execute people, HK. I try to save innocent lives.
  • HK-51: Criticism: Your opponents do not fit this profile, master. If you wish to save the innocent, you must work smarter.
  • HK-51: There's more than enough violence already, HK. I would end every confrontation peacefully, if I could.
  • HK-51: Criticism: Precisely, master--yet your opponents refuse to surrender. Your peaceful efforts are being wasted.
  • HK-51: Think you can make me a better soldier, HK? Let's hear it.
  • HK-51: Criticism: Complete annihilation of enemy forces is a time-consuming endeavor, master. We must work smarter, not harder.
  • HK-51: Well? Go on, Sunshine--enlighten me.
  • HK-51: Criticism: Your primary goal appears to be self-preservation against overwhelming odds, master. However, you permit your adversaries too much time to delete you.
  • HK-51: I took you out with me so you could improve your own efficiency. How's that coming?
  • HK-51: Admission: Not as well as I had hoped, master. System logs indicate only a five point six two percent increase.
  • HK-51: I was "deleting" people long before I reactivated your sorry chassis. I'm good, thanks.
  • HK-51: Submission: No offense intended, master. If you are pleased with your current efficiency, it is not my place to argue.
  • HK-51: Advice: Organic troublemakers possess at least one vital organ. A precise strike to these conserves effort and maximizes shock value.
  • HK-51: Extracting a vital organ from a living troublemaker can be especially disconcerting to its allies.
  • HK-51: That's disgusting. Not every fight needs to end with someone splattered everywhere.
  • HK-51: Accommodation: A fair point, master. Nonetheless, such methods frequently encourage other organic troublemakers to surrender.
  • HK-51: "Hit them where it hurts"? I'm starting to think your legendary skills are overrated.
  • HK-51: Contradiction: My assassination protocols are second to none, master. I simply thought it best to begin at an elementary level.
  • HK-51: Hammering my opponents into mush is extremely therapeutic.
  • HK-51: Reconciliation: I understand, master. Your inefficiency stems from deep-rooted emotional instability. Do not despair. There is still time for correction.
  • HK-51: Insight: Perhaps I am getting ahead of myself. I will be in a better place to assist your development once I reach peak efficiency.
  • HK-51: Request: I wish to discuss a private matter with you, master. Your starship will provide an acceptable venue.
  • HK-51: Request: I wish to converse at your convenience, master. It can wait until a pause in our deletions.
  • HK-51: Statement: There is nothing to discuss at the present time, master. We should resume deleting troublemakers.
  • HK-51: Objection: I served flawlessly before my operational delay. My servomotors have not decayed one iota, master.
  • Bren: How you got an HK unit out of that wreck is a mystery to me, but it was exciting to watch.
  • Bren: I'm staying put. There's a lot more I need to see if we're going to get these HK units out.
  • Bren: Here's your cargo manifest. The Fatality was carrying HK droids.
  • Bren: HK droids haven't been seen in the galaxy for decades.
  • Bren: The cargo manifest should... well, I'll be. One squad of functioning HK droids. No wonder the Imperials are camped out here.
  • Bren: What exactly is an HK droid? What are they used for?
  • Bren: Skipped history class, huh? The HK model was the deadliest assassin droid ever produced. The original was made to order for Darth Revan.
  • Bren: That wasn't worth hypothermia, or frostbite.
  • Bren: Not much of an explorer, eh? Finding a whole batch of intact HK droids is the discovery of a lifetime.
  • Bren: Assassins aren't the Republic's style, but if an HK could take out one Sith and avoid a war, it's fine by me.
  • Bren: HK droids are a bigger advantage than the Empire deserves. We've got to get them out of there and working for the Republic.
  • Bren: At the least, they should be with people who are working for the Republic.
  • Bren: You're joking, right? Listen, friend, freeing an HK droid is like activating your own personal time bomb.
  • Bren: I'm already freezing. Why not?
  • Bren: Don't worry. You're off the hook. Those droids aren't going anywhere.
  • Bren: Retrieving the HKs will take years. Agent Iella on Coruscant will track down an expert and implement a plan from there.
  • Bren: A task for another day. For today, I'm much obliged to you.
  • Bren: What's good for the Republic is good for me.
  • Bren: The galaxy's in this together. You, me and now those HK droids.
  • Bren: Knowledge is its own reward.
  • Bren: A squad of legendary assault droids isn't bad either.
  • Bren: You can learn a lot of things in a special op.
  • Bren: You're telling me. I learned your legs will freeze before your arms.
  • Bren: I've got a personal interest in valuable cargo.
  • Bren: Looks like it paid off. For the Republic, anyway.
  • Bren: You've done us a whopper of a favor here. A whole batch of HK droids... I've got to get word to Coruscant.
  • Bren: Yeah, well, now it's my job to hold position and comm Coruscant until I'm blue in the face... which won't take long.
  • Bren: My advice to you is to go warm up and think about something else. Like Tatooine.
  • Bren: Better head for the Fatality now. It isn't getting any warmer.
  • Bren: Finally! I've been comming the Republic for days. Starting to get frostbite out here.
  • Bren: Name's Bren. I'm a scout, but you don't need me to point out that giant wreck.
  • Bren: It's the Fatality. She's an Imperial ship downed in the last battle over Hoth. The Imperials and the White Maw are fighting for her like she's still spaceworthy.
  • Bren: There can't be much value in the sinking ship itself.
  • Bren: Exactly. The Imperials and the White Maw have found something, and we need to know what.
  • Bren: You're not going to win it shivering out here in the snow.
  • Bren: We don't even know what's so valuable about this ship. Plus, if you haven't noticed, I don't have an army.
  • Bren: They can kill each other for all I care. I want to know what's in that wreck that's worth fighting for.
  • Bren: I spotted the White Maw through a crack in the hull, along with a big, nasty Houk.
  • Bren: He's the leader--I've heard the Imperials say he's picking them off like it's blood sport.
  • Bren: You could be next if they realize the Republic's interest.
  • Bren: The White Maw aren't leaving. That ship's not much, but it's shelter.
  • Bren: Smugglers and pirates against Imperial troops?
  • Bren: The White Maw have the better position. They're down in the wreck, and the Imperials are up here licking their wounds.
  • Bren: The White Maw must know something we don't.
  • Bren: A squad of Imperials out in this weather? The White Maw smelled something worth fighting for.
  • Bren: Most people don't last long in this cold.
  • Bren: That's a scout's life. As glamorous as it sounds, I decided it was time to leave when I saw that Houk.
  • Bren: Fear's not the problem. The White Maw are vicious. The Imperials have been licking their wounds for days.
  • Bren: If we could get the Fatality's cargo out before the Imperials recover, they'll blame the White Maw, and we'll be free and clear.
  • Bren: We need to know what's down there, first. Get inside, find the cargo manifest. You up for it?
  • Bren: Whatever the White Maw are sitting on, I'll find it.
  • Bren: Trust me-- whatever's down there, it's big.
  • Bren: All I need is that cargo manifest. Then we'll know what we're dealing with.
  • Bren: Always nice to see a warm, friendly face. Well, a friendly one, anyway.
  • Bren: Your comm finger's going to get some more exercise.
  • Bren: I'll just have to hope the next person that comes wandering by is a little more open-minded. And not a hungry wampa.
  • Bren: Name's Bren. I'm SIS. Been tracking intel reports of Imperial activity in Belsavis's frigid zone. Nothing's supposed to be here.
  • Bren: Turns out there's something: the "Fatality." Imperial destroyer downed years ago. The Dread Masters' forces are holding it like she's still spaceworthy.
  • Bren: Once the Imperials and the Dread Masters have softened each other up, we can carpet bomb the lot of them.
  • Bren: The Empire didn't know Belsavis existed until recently. Are you saying one of their warships came here that long ago?
  • Bren: Republic brass locked down the incident tighter than a Sith Lord's helmet, but yeah--that recent invasion wasn't the first.
  • Bren: So the Imperials aren't the only ones after this wreck. That ship must really be something.
  • Bren: Don't get me wrong, the Fatality's a write-off--which makes this all the more interesting.
  • Bren: Been piecing together old intel reports. Long time back, shortly after the Dread Masters' capture, the Fatality paid Belsavis a surprise visit.
  • Bren: We shot it down before it could do much damage. Looked like the vessel disintegrated on impact. No more Imp ships came, so we figured it was a fluke.
  • Bren: No escape pods launched before the Fatality went down? It must have been a short fight.
  • Bren: Hard to believe an Imperial destroyer accidentally stumbled onto the Republic's top-secret prison.
  • Bren: If there's more to that wreck than scrap metal, whoever shot down the Fatality didn't do his job.
  • Bren: We got lucky--cracked the enemy's reactor with our first hit. Crew died from radiation exposure. Better than freezing under the ice, I guess.
  • Bren: That's how it looked then... but the Dread Masters knew to look for the Fatality's wreckage. I'm thinking it came here to rescue them.
  • Bren: We scanned the Fatality's crash site and found nothing. Now I know why--the Imp vessel went deep under the ice.
  • Bren: I got close to the fighting out there. The Dread Masters' forces are a nasty bunch, led by a mean mountain of a Houk.
  • Bren: I've faced all kinds of predators, animal and otherwise. The Imperials may be easily frightened, but I'm not.
  • Bren: Fear's not the issue. This Dread Master legion is vicious and dug in deep.
  • Bren: Whatever's inside the Fatality, we don't want the Imps or Dread Masters getting it. People like you could make sure they don't.
  • Bren: They've definitely got position. The Houk and his men are down in the wreck, and the Imps are outside licking their wounds.
  • Bren: If your intel's right, the Dread Masters have the upper hand here.
  • Bren: What I'm hearing is, challenging the Houk to a game of sabacc probably isn't an option.
  • Bren: I don't think he plays cards. Might eat them, I suppose.
  • Bren: Imperial soldiers don't scare easily. The leader of the Dread Masters' forces must be especially dangerous.
  • Bren: I sense great evil at work here. The Dread Masters have sent something malignant to protect their objective.
  • Bren: I've seen this Houk, master Jedi. "Dangerous" is an understatement.
  • Bren: My guess? The Imperials bought us very little time to sort this out in our favor.
  • Bren: If either enemy force had caught you watching them, this conversation wouldn't be happening.
  • Bren: That's the spy lifestyle. Glamorous as it sounds, I decided to fall back when I saw that Houk.
  • Bren: I didn't listen to all this just to say "no." Of course I'll help you.
  • Bren: I'll make sure the Fatality earns it name. Dread Master forces... Imperial troops... they all die.
  • Bren: If they aren't fighting over some ancient secret weapon that could crack the galaxy in half, I'll be very disappointed.
  • Bren: I appreciate thoroughness, but don't lose sight of what these people are chasing. That's the prize.
  • Bren: The Imps are terrified of this guy. Heard the commander telling his men the Houk's hunting them for sport. Can't argue with that assessment.
  • Bren: I'm giving you coordinates to the Fatality's excavation site. Send the competition packing and hunt down the ship's cargo manifest. Then we'll know what we're dealing with. Be seeing you.
  • Bren: ...and that ship is filled with them. Some kind of secret Imperial project. No wonder our friends are fighting over that wreck.
  • Bren: Skipped history class? The HK model was the deadliest assassin droid ever produced. The most famous one was made to order for Darth Revan.
  • Bren: HK droids are a bigger advantage than our enemies deserve. We've got to get those things out of the Fatality and working for us.
  • Bren: Let's demolish that ship and be rid of this threat once and for all.
  • Bren: Hang on, we're talking about serious hardware--the kind that wins wars for whoever controls it.
  • Bren: That doesn't explain why the Fatality came to Belsavis years ago. Was the Empire planning to use those droids here?
  • Bren: Not the Empire--an apprentice of the Dread Masters. According to this, he stole the Fatality and its HKs at their command.
  • Bren: It's all starting to make sense. The Dread Masters used their powers to guide the Fatality and its HKs here to stage a breakout.
  • Bren: That plan failed, but now our enemies can use the droids for something much worse.
  • Bren: The Houk and his minions are all dead. The Dread Masters aren't a problem.
  • Bren: There wasn't a single HK droid on the ship that wasn't damaged and frozen in ice.
  • Bren: What's the damage potential of these droids? How much could they do to us?
  • Bren: A single HK droid operating alone can easily eliminate military, political and economic leaders. The Fatality holds dozens of HKs. An army.
  • Bren: They're not our only enemies. What if the Empire gets these things--or the Hutt Cartel?
  • Bren: You can bet our enemies have a plan to fix them.
  • Bren: Assassination isn't the Republic's style--but if we take out enough Sith to end this war we'll be saving billions of lives.
  • Bren: How can we use something designed for evil to do anything good?
  • Bren: I've heard assassin droids have a tendency to kill their own masters.
  • Bren: Considering how many defeats you've personally handed the Empire, I'd say you're exactly who needs an HK unit.
  • Bren: Only the ones with poor programming. Remember, they're just machines.
  • Bren: Problem is, the Fatality's droids were all damaged in the crash. They've spent years on ice, but we need them working yesterday.
  • Bren: Schematics and spare parts are the key ingredients. I know for a fact Czerka Corporation maintains HK designs in their laboratory databases.
  • Bren: If it's the only way to ensure the HKs don't wind up in enemy hands, I'll do whatever it takes.
  • Bren: I doubt Czerka's leaders will just hand over the schematics. That doesn't leave us too many legal options.
  • Bren: I'll start by asking Czerka nicely. If that doesn't work, I know lots of other ways to ask.
  • Bren: Good old Czerka... you can always count on those guys to have things they shouldn't. Time for a little breaking and entering.
  • Bren: The Republic has no business reactivating murderous droids designed by the Empire. This will end badly.
  • Bren: You're the spy. Go fetch those things yourself.
  • Bren: You've got a track record for achieving the impossible, master Jedi. I like that.
  • Bren: We don't need Czerka's permission. They desert their operations without wiping the databanks all the time.
  • Bren: I think we can do this without going to war with an entire corporation.
  • Bren: Probably more of the former than the latter.
  • Bren: Unlike people, droids can be reprogrammed. If anything goes wrong, we'll pull the plug.
  • Bren: In case it's not obvious, I'm the kind of spy who's good at watching and not much else.
  • Bren: I have a lead on one private Czerka complex. Raiding it won't be easy, but what is? The rest will be up to you.
  • Bren: Get the schematics and whatever parts we'll need. I'll maintain position and watch the Fatality until you get back. Be seeing you.
  • Bren: I could do a lot of good with an assassin droid on my team.
  • Bren: I have everything we need to reactivate the HK droids.
  • Bren: Everything except the best droid engineer in the sector. Luckily, he owes me a favor. He'll meet you inside the Fatality when it's clear.
  • Bren: And yes, that means enemy forces have retaken the ship. This time, a Sith calling himself the Lord of Agony.
  • Bren: I fought more than a few Sith getting these parts. One more shouldn't make much difference.
  • Bren: Whom does this lord serve? The Dread Masters, the Empire, or himself?
  • Bren: I guess it's too much to hope that he attacks people with boring conversation?
  • Bren: Say what you want about Sith, but I appreciate their openness. You always know what their hobbies and interests are.
  • Bren: The Republic couldn't spare a platoon to secure the Fatality while I was gone?
  • Bren: He'll have to change his nickname to the Lord of Corpses when I'm done.
  • Bren: This one's not your average Sith. He tore through a platoon of our soldiers like they were flimsiplast.
  • Bren: Does it matter? He's between us and an army of assassin droids.
  • Bren: No, that's the Lord of Annoyance. Different guy.
  • Bren: Personally, I'd prefer they keep more to themselves.
  • Bren: The Republic assigned a whole company to guard the crash site. It didn't make any difference.
  • Bren: I think that name's taken. Wicked little guy on Nar Shaddaa. You don't want to know.
  • Bren: Once the Fatality is safe to enter, my engineer friend will head inside. Not much of a talker, but he gets the job done.
  • Bren: You're in for a nightmare of a fight, but it's the only way to keep those HK droids out of enemy hands.
  • Bren: Thanks to you, maybe now we can get the rest of those HK droids working for the Republic.
  • Bren: There's a Czerka complex you can raid for the schematics. At least give it a look before making up your mind.
  • Bren: Regardless, I'm stuck here until the Republic sends reinforcements. Be seeing you--I hope.
  • Dread Legion Leader: Ha! Republic worse than Empire. Smell death and come in anyway.
  • Dread Legion Leader: The weak Imperials drag their treasure here and freeze. Send more weak Imperials to get it back, and we kill them. Pathetic.
  • Dread Legion Leader: You can keep this wreck. I came for the cargo manifest.
  • Dread Legion Leader: You try, you pay, Republic.
  • Dread Legion Leader: Hoth is ours. We use Imperial wreck to keep it that way.
  • Dread Legion Leader: Ship and cargo White Maw now. Including Hunter-Killer droids.
  • Dread Legion Leader: These droids sound far too powerful for common thieves.
  • Dread Legion Leader: Republic soldiers don't freeze like Imperials do.
  • Dread Legion Leader: Many bodies here... maybe they look better posed. I start with you.
  • Dread Legion Leader: Looks like you hunt and kill just fine on your own.
  • Dread Legion Leader: Whoever sent you, you're gonna hate.
  • Dread Legion Leader: Are you saying those are HK droids?
  • Dread Legion Leader: I'm saying HK droids belong to me.
  • Dread Legion Leader: For the brief five seconds it'll take me to kill you.
  • Dread Legion Leader: Time to die, like all the rest.
  • Dread Legion Leader: You stupid know-nothing! I not explain anything.
  • Dread Legion Leader: Ship and cargo Dread Masters' now. Especially Hunter-Killer droids.
  • Dread Legion Leader: Yes, this ship is all yours... for the five seconds it'll take me to kill you.
  • Dread Legion Leader: Leaving a bunch of killer droids in the Dread Masters' hands wasn't on my list of things to do today.
  • Dread Legion Leader: It's probably pointless to ask, but would you consider letting all this go? I'd rather not fight you for it.
  • Dread Legion Leader: Hah! Jedi makes jokes before dying.
  • Dread Legion Leader: No, your day only about dying.
  • Dread Legion Leader: Look around. Imperials come to take ship. All dead. Pathetic.
  • Dread Legion Leader: What's so important about this ship that you're willing to fight over it?
  • Dread Legion Leader: I love what you've done with the place. If you enjoy killing Imperials, you should come over to our side.
  • Dread Legion Leader: You right. Now I show you.
  • Dread Legion Leader: Too late for talking. You make big mistake.
  • Dread Legion Leader: Republic not worthy. Full of fools.
  • HK-51: Declaration: Self-diagnostics complete. Personality matrix updated. All systems go.
  • HK-51: Salutation: Greetings, master. I am HK-51. I am armed, operational and... at your command?
  • HK-51: Observation: I previously served the Sith Empire. Now I serve you. That is unexpected.
  • HK-51: What did the Empire program you for, HK?
  • HK-51: Summation: My primary function is enemy elimination with extreme prejudice. Secondary functions include threat analysis, bodyguard duties and pleasant conversation.
  • HK-51: Clarification: I will obey your commands regardless. I am, first and foremost, a professional.
  • HK-51: Don't even think about running off or making trouble. I fought a lot of people to reactivate you.
  • HK-51: Reassurance: I have neither the desire nor ability to disobey you. My functions are entirely at your disposal.
  • HK-51: I will serve you and whatever political body you represent. I am a stable, reliable and efficient assassin.
  • HK-51: Query: Your lightsaber indicates you are a Jedi, master. We are duty-bound to hunt down and destroy Sith, correct?
  • HK-51: Usually it's the Sith hunting down and destroying.
  • HK-51: A Jedi uses the Force for knowledge and defense, never for attack.
  • HK-51: Acknowledgment: Of course, master. I will defend you. I will defend you until your enemies lie dead around us.
  • HK-51: Query: You wear the insignia of the Republic military, master. Will we be involved in heavy combat against the Empire?
  • HK-51: We do whatever's necessary to protect the Republic.
  • HK-51: Satisfaction: I am certain your enemies will provide many opportunities for me to make myself useful.
  • HK-51: Query: Your appearance fairly screams, "shoot me." Will we be eliminating your enemies on a regular basis, master?
  • HK-51: I'm a people person. I try not to kill anyone I don't have to.
  • HK-51: Reassurance: Enemies are not people, master. They are targets and deserve what is coming to them.
  • HK-51: I get the feeling you want me to say "yes."
  • HK-51: Agreement: I am a Hunter-Killer unit, master.
  • HK-51: Affirmation: Our objectives are in perfect alignment. I foresee no difficulties serving your needs.
  • HK-51: Information: I will locate your starship and familiarize myself with your crew. I promise not to eliminate anyone without your authorization.
  • HK-51: [This HK unit has been deactivated for quite some time. It will not respond to commands.]
  • HK-51: Is serving someone who isn't Imperial a problem for you?
  • HK-51: Didacticism: The Organa family is committed to peace and diplomacy. Why are we allied with them, master?
  • HK-51: Reassurance: Do not worry, master--I have marked the Killik troublemakers for deletion.
  • HK-51: Instruction: Waterfalls offer clean disposal of organic troublemakers after deletion.
  • HK-51: Proposition: The Elysium is the end result of Alderaan's peace process. Let us learn from this example.
  • HK-51: Analysis: That fortress bears the hallmarks of Imperial construction. Recommend deletion with extreme prejudice.
  • HK-51: Dismissal: Memorials to the dead are a waste of resources--and that statue blocks my line-of-sight.
  • HK-51: Admiration: This outpost offers outstanding opportunities to delete troublemakers at long range.
  • HK-51: Commentary: I find polished floors highly inconvenient. They make sneaking up on troublemakers difficult.
  • HK-51: Declaration: The inhabitants of this estate display hostile intent. Prepare for deletion, organic troublemakers!
  • HK-51: Perplexity: This base appears to be repurposed from a Colicoid nest--or vice-versa.
  • HK-51: Rumination: It is highly unusual to see intact satellite control towers in a war zone.
  • HK-51: Revelation: That generator powers the entire droid factory. High-yield explosives would fix that.
  • HK-51: Conclusion: Sobrik is home to many Imperial troublemakers, master. Let us delete them all!
  • HK-51: Appreciation: Oh, master--you bring me to the nicest places. I may find useful upgrades here.
  • HK-51: Criticism: I will never understand organics' compulsion to keep prisoners. Deletion is more efficient.
  • HK-51: Assertion: An impressive fortification. One cannot conquer it without delving to the very bottom.
  • HK-51: Judgment: Most of the troublemakers here have already been deleted. How disappointing.
  • HK-51: Query: I find trench warfare a refreshing change of pace, don't you?
  • HK-51: Prediction: We will encounter maximum resistance from Imperial troublemakers here.
  • HK-51: Approval: Some see a broken bridge, but I see a glorious deletion.
  • HK-51: Conjecture: The lack of allied activity suggests a target-rich environment ahead. This warms my circuits.
  • HK-51: Judgment: A linked series of energy generators? Careless planning. No wonder the Empire invaded so easily.
  • HK-51: Witticism: I must remember to thank the Empire for releasing all these prisoners. I will not be bored.
  • HK-51: Estimation: Given the size of these prison cells, I predict we will encounter exciting new troublemakers.
  • HK-51: Praise: One must admire the commitment to deleting troublemakers that is inherent in a name like "World Razer."
  • HK-51: Assurance: Corellia will not fall, master. I'll delete every Imperial troublemaker personally, if necessary.
  • HK-51: Extrapolation: It appears the Empire has made significant progress deleting Corellia's citizenry.
  • HK-51: Encouragement: This small wilderness presents many ambush spots. We should take advantage.
  • HK-51: Summation: An impressive edifice for a corrupt government. I would expect nothing less from this world.
  • HK-51: Reassurance: Fear not, master--sub-freezing temperatures do not impair my functionality.
  • HK-51: Observation: Impressive natural structures--highly useful for pinning down troublemakers.
  • HK-51: Reflection: Consider the insanity that drove troublemakers to build such a place. I look forward to deleting them.
  • HK-51: Announcement: I am composing an opera, master. I call it "Deleting Pirates Under the Ice." It's a tragedy--for them.
  • HK-51: Truism: Your Republic must remember to keep its dreadnaughts in space where they belong.
  • HK-51: Lament: The Jedi have proved remarkably incapable of holding their temples, master. Am I the only one bothered by this?
  • HK-51: Trivia: All the best droids are designed and manufactured on Nar Shaddaa--including me.
  • HK-51: Alert: We are surrounded by Imperial troublemakers. However, the Hutts have forbidden deletions here.
  • HK-51: Advice: Avoid purchasing any goods here, master. My scanners indicate they are inferior quality.
  • HK-51: Declaration: Troublemakers ahead. They are minor criminals, but worthy of deletion all the same.
  • HK-51: Perplexity: The overabundance of electronic signals is jamming my sensors. Targeting restricted to line of sight.
  • HK-51: Explanation: I believe this Red Light Sector is more commonly referred to as a "buyer beware" commercial zone.
  • HK-51: Analysis: Detecting high levels of hormones, organic sweat and desperation.
  • HK-51: Rejection: The Empire loves its interrogation centers, but I find them inefficient and gaudy.
  • HK-51: Approval: It appears the Empire has perfected organic retraining bolts. Cranial explosives... what a brilliant idea.
  • HK-51: Announcement: I believe this is what organics refer to as an open sewer. Interesting.
  • HK-51: Reassurance: Should your inoculation fail to protect you from the atmosphere, rest assured my deletions will continue in your name.
  • HK-51: Announcement: These Jawas are droid scavengers, master. I will refrain from deleting them unless you say otherwise. Please... say otherwise?
  • HK-51: Estimation: Scanners indicate multiple troublemakers infesting this facility. There will be many deletions. Hooray!
  • HK-51: Observation: This planet's inhabitants appear to require inordinate amounts of personal space.
  • HK-51: Revelation: Geonosians are especially satisfying troublemakers to delete, master. Their carapaces make the most interesting sound when broken.
  • HK-51: Analysis: So this is how the natives spend their credits. Not exactly Nar Shaddaa, is it?
  • HK-51: Assessment: Apparently the Republic SIS works under severe budgetary restraints.
  • HK-51: Encouragement: These troublemakers appear to enjoy digging holes in the sand--let's bury them in one.
  • HK-51: Contemplation: Krayt dragon bones, master--another reminder that no organic lives forever. Droids, however....
  • HK-51: Judgment: These natives take stubbornness to unusual extremes. Perhaps the heat has broken them.
  • HK-51: Alert: I am receiving highly unusual and erratic sensor data. Weapons armed.
  • HK-51: Hypothesis: Would it be unethical to delete Imperial troublemakers while under Voss care?
  • HK-51: Judgment: Voss has primitive architecture and miniscule resources. Why do we seek their favor?
  • HK-51: Truism: Size matters. The Gormak clearly understand this.
  • HK-51: Observation: Several mass deletions occurred here, master. We always visit the most exciting places.

Dailies: Horror on Belsavis (Imperial) and Section X (Republic)

Here you will meet the Dread Masters... six powereful Sith Lords... who are imprisoned deep within the prison world of Belsavis.

NPCs

Quotes (Imperial)

  • Alien Refugee: The Dread Masters are coming! They'll destroy us all! Even you!
  • Captain Gostel: It's chaos on Belsavis. Something about the Sith Dread Masters. The Imperial Guard's locked the site and issued a summons for your aid.
  • Commander Nol: The Dread Masters were imprisoned here. Now they're free and wage war against us. They hunt for something in Section X--something to destroy the Empire.

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  • Alien Refugee: Sorry. Please don't hit me.
  • Alien Refugee: We're all going to die!
  • Captain Gostel: Everything's under control here.
  • Alien Refugee: You! You released the Dread Masters! It's all your fault!
  • Alien Refugee: The Dread Masters are coming! They'll destroy us all! Even you!
  • Alien Refugee: Who are the Dread Masters?
  • Alien Refugee: You dare address a Dark Council member in that tone?
  • Alien Refugee: Your kind will get nowhere with the Empire if you parade around like a raving lunatic.
  • Alien Refugee: Feel the grip of the Wrath. Speak another word out of turn, and it will be your last.
  • Alien Refugee: We can't have you stirring up panic.
  • Alien Refugee: Keep your hands to yourself.
  • Alien Refugee: Sith! The greatest horrors the galaxy's ever seen!
  • Captain Gostel: Apologies, my lord. I'll see that he's disciplined.
  • Captain Gostel: Sorry, sir. Won't happen again.
  • Captain Gostel: Apologies, Wrath. Don't expect any more trouble out of that one.
  • Captain Gostel: Good one, hunter. Won't get any more lip out of that one.
  • Alien Refugee: Hysterical and stupid. This is what the Empire gets for accepting aliens into its ranks.
  • Captain Gostel: These are alien recruits, just freed from Belsavis. They're worked up for good reason.
  • Captain Gostel: It's chaos on Belsavis. Something about the Sith Dread Masters. The Imperial Guard's locked the site and issued a summons for your aid.
  • Alien Refugee: None of that will matter when the Dread Masters arrive!
  • Captain Gostel: Can't say I disagree.
  • Captain Gostel: Sorry about that.
  • Captain Gostel: Everyone keeps talking about "Dread Masters." Why are they a threat?
  • Captain Gostel: Word has it they drive armies mad with fear. No idea what they're doing back on Belsavis.
  • Captain Gostel: Tell the Imperial Guard I'm on my way.
  • Captain Gostel: Have these Sith turned against the Empire?
  • Captain Gostel: They'll be glad to hear it.
  • Captain Gostel: Commander Nol's the Imperial Guardsman in charge. You'll find him in Section X of Belsavis, heart of the chaos.
  • Captain Gostel: I freed the Dread Masters from Belsavis. If this concerns them, I'll put an end to it.
  • Captain Gostel: Can't say. But whatever they're up to, it's bad news for everyone.
  • Captain Gostel: First good news I've heard all day.
  • Captain Gostel: Section X, Belsavis. Commander Nol's expecting you.
  • Captain Gostel: We're pulling out of Belsavis. Section X is still on lockdown.
  • Commander Nol: What are the Dread Masters up to?
  • Commander Nol: My lord, wonderful to see you. Welcome back to Belsavis!
  • Commander Nol: The Dread Masters' behavior is unacceptable.
  • Commander Nol: Wrath. Welcome back to Belsavis!
  • Commander Nol: It's a pleasure to see you. Welcome back to Belsavis!
  • Commander Nol: The Emperor called us here, to Section X. Once a pure Rakata construction, this security block is now riddled with Republic cells.
  • Commander Nol: Hunter. Welcome back to Belsavis! I hope business is well.
  • Commander Nol: Please, come in. Welcome back to Belsavis! Such a shame about Intelligence.
  • Commander Nol: The Dread Masters were imprisoned here. Now they're free and wage war against us. They hunt for something in Section X--something to destroy the Empire.
  • Commander Nol: The Dread Masters served the Empire. What could have triggered their betrayal?
  • Commander Nol: Only their handler, Commander Vox, can answer that question. Sadly, he has lost his mental faculties.
  • Commander Nol: Nothing the Dread Masters uncover will shield them from the Emperor's Wrath.
  • Commander Nol: Rakata artifacts litter Belsavis. Perhaps they seek a weapon.
  • Commander Nol: The Empire is weakened from our war against the Republic. We aren't equipped to do battle on two fronts.
  • Commander Nol: That is our greatest fear.
  • Commander Nol: We are in agreement. This uprising must be resolved quickly.
  • Commander Nol: First the Republic, now Dread Masters. You Imps sure like recruiting outside help to fight your battles.
  • Commander Nol: The Wrath and the guard are of one mind.
  • Commander Nol: The Imperial Guard cannot be everywhere at once.
  • Commander Nol: This magnificent monstrosity is a servant of the Dread Masters. Thousands more rampage across Section X, ravaging Imperial and Republic forces alike.
  • Commander Nol: A few Sith against an Empire. I think you can take them without my help.
  • Commander Nol: Imperial Guard ranks are stretched thin. We mustn't allow the Dread Masters time to gather strength.
  • Commander Nol: Depraved warriors--Dread Guards--herd these abominations. We must end their hunt for the Dread Masters' treasure before it is too late.
  • Commander Nol: The Dread Masters' servants will never complete their mission.
  • Commander Nol: What are "Dread Guards"?
  • Commander Nol: We'll never defeat the Dread Masters without an organized attack.
  • Commander Nol: The Dread Masters' enthralled lieutenants. Twisted, deadly shadows of the Imperial Guard.
  • Commander Nol: Consult the postings in Section X. Their orders will guide your assault.
  • Commander Nol: Before you freed them, the Dread Masters were imprisoned here. Now they wage war against us. They hunt for something in Section X--something to destroy the Empire.
  • Commander Nol: With you on the battlefield, I have no doubt.
  • Commander Nol: Destroy the Dread Masters' thralls. Destroy the Republic battalions that still occupy Belsavis. For the Empire!

Quotes (Republic)

  • General Conlath: Six of the nastiest Sith you'll meet. Fear's their weapon. Turns seasoned veterans into whimpering babies, but not me.
  • General Conlath: Now the Dread Masters' servants are loose in Section X, and I'm stuck here with this quack droid. If you don't stop their vile army, no one will.
  • Major Endran: Lucky for us, the Imps aren't on good terms with the Dread Masters' thralls. We're looking at a three-army showdown in Section X.

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  • General Conlath: Major! Well done with Rakton. Ignore the droid--it's defective.
  • General Conlath: Captain! Victor over the Voidwolf, right? Ignore the droid--someone needs a memory wipe.
  • M 2Vb: Irregular heart rate. Mental trauma. Recommendation: regression therapy, bed rest.
  • General Conlath: It's the Dread Masters' fault--Sith who terrorize entire armies with fear. Their forces descended on Belsavis, but they couldn't scare me!
  • General Conlath: Out of the question. I'm fine. Fit as a fiddle.
  • General Conlath: Name's General Conlath. Used to command Republic forces on Belsavis. Then they moved me here, said I couldn't handle it anymore. Ha!
  • General Conlath: Master Jedi! Please ignore the droid. Routine checkup.
  • General Conlath: Shut up. We have company. Just the help we need to clean up this mess.
  • M 2Vb: Denial. Increased distress.
  • General Conlath: Who are these "Dread Masters"?
  • General Conlath: Six of the nastiest Sith you'll meet. Fear's their weapon. Turns seasoned veterans into whimpering babies, but not me.
  • General Conlath: The dark side can poison the mind with fear, but to cripple a whole army? The Dread Masters' strength must be amplified by working in unison.
  • General Conlath: I've seen what the Dread Masters made Kephess do on Asation. We can't let them overrun Belsavis.
  • General Conlath: You're suffering from post traumatic stress. Follow the droid's orders. Get some rest.
  • General Conlath: I saw the Dread Masters' power over Denova. We can't let them take an entire planet.
  • General Conlath: The nightmare's brewing on Belsavis, at Section X. We locked the Dread Masters there before the Imps sprung 'em.
  • General Conlath: Nonsense. My brain fever was temporary. Brought on by spoiled rations.
  • General Conlath: Now the Dread Masters' servants are loose in Section X, and I'm stuck here with this quack droid. If you don't stop their vile army, no one will.
  • General Conlath: The Republic fought hard to hold Belsavis. We can't let a few Sith sweep in and ruin everything.
  • General Conlath: Right as rain. And unlike me, you're free to do something about it.
  • General Conlath: You know 'em. Maybe you can stop 'em, too.
  • General Conlath: There's a Dread Master right behind you!
  • General Conlath: Run! Run for your lives!
  • M 2Vb: Please do not antagonize the general.
  • General Conlath: Ha! I knew you were joking, Captain. Good one....
  • General Conlath: There's no shame in admitting to terror. The pressures of this war have broken Jedi and soldiers alike.
  • General Conlath: Concern noted, Major. But generals don't fear war. We thrive on it.
  • General Conlath: Maybe you can ask 'em in person. After routing their army, of course.
  • General Conlath: Whatever the Dread Masters are up to, we'll stop them.
  • General Conlath: What is "Section X"?
  • M 2Vb: General Conlath's working himself sick. Give him a sedative.
  • General Conlath: Old Belsavis security block. Republic built it out to imprison our Sith friends.
  • General Conlath: Don't you dare!
  • General Conlath: I won't stand for... well, that's something, all right....
  • General Conlath: Major Endran. On Belsavis, Section X. He'll fill you in....
  • General Conlath: Tell this droid to shove off.
  • General Conlath: Blasted medical droid.
  • General Conlath: Still stuck here when I should be with you, in Section X.
  • General Conlath: Hear that, doc? Least something good came out of this posting.
  • General Conlath: The Dread Masters' army's swarming over Section X. Head to Belsavis, help our boys beat 'em down.
  • General Conlath: Major Endran will brief you. He's a good soldier, even if he did report me to the psych doctors.
  • General Conlath: Give our new allies the rundown. Secure Section X. That is all.
  • Major Endran: If you see a Dread Guard, run.
  • Major Endran: Section X used to run like clockwork. Now this....
  • Major Endran: Major Endran, sir. I've been told you outrank me here. To avoid confusion.
  • Major Endran: General Conlath's nervous breakdown came at the worst time. One second, we're battling the Empire; the next, we're staring down the Dread Masters' lieutenants.
  • Major Endran: Wonderful, you're here! It's chaos out there, Master Jedi. Pure chaos!
  • Major Endran: Perfect timing, Captain. We've got a real mess on our hands.
  • General Conlath: Finally! Major Endran, at your service. Just been prepped for your arrival.
  • Major Endran: No idea what these Dread Guards are hunting for. But they've released an army of the Dread Masters' monstrous servants to help!
  • Major Endran: This prison still holds many horrible secrets. If the Dread Masters claim even one of them, losing Belsavis may be the least of our concerns.
  • Major Endran: What Dread Guards?
  • Major Endran: Control yourself, Major. Or you'll be sent for psych evaluation with your general.
  • Major Endran: The Dread Masters' foul captains. I've seen one kill ten Jedi without breaking a sweat.
  • Major Endran: Relax, already. Everyone gets so freaked out around these Dread Masters.
  • Major Endran: You're right. Need to keep my head. It's that or die.
  • Major Endran: If the Empire supported the Dread Masters, they'd have landed an army of soldiers to aid their hunt. We may be facing a rogue Sith operation.
  • Major Endran: Neutralize the Dread Guards, dishearten their legion, and we'll break the back of their offensive.
  • Major Endran: Unless the Dread Masters lost the keys to their dreadnaught, I'd say they're looking to make a giant score.
  • Major Endran: Lucky for us, the Imps aren't on good terms with the Dread Masters' thralls. We're looking at a three-army showdown in Section X.
  • Major Endran: Explains why the Dread Guards kill everyone they see. Imp, Republic, doesn't matter.
  • Major Endran: Can't wait to see Havoc Squad back in action, Major.
  • Major Endran: Whatever they're after, let's hope we never see it.
  • Major Endran: I don't even want to think about it, Master Jedi.
  • Major Endran: Keep your head down, and check our battle notices. It's the only way we're stopping the Dread Masters.
  • General Conlath: The doctors gave me a clean bill of health, Major. The healthiest mind they'd ever seen.
  • M 2Vb: The general refuses to cooperate.

Flashpoint: Titans of Industry

Once again you will blasting through Czerka Technology and hopefully recovering some in the process. Not much is known on where exactly this flashpoint will take place.

NPCs

Quotes (Imperial)

  • C-E29: Sadly, the Republic has taken over Czerka and seized all corporate assets. Moff Kresk begs you to help rekindle the spark of Czerka within the Empire.
  • Eva Kaayz: Observe the Czerka R-6000 blaster rifle: cutting-edge design, state-of-the-art recoil dampeners, unrivaled stopping power.
  • Eva Kaayz: When the takeover began, CZ-198 entered lockdown. The Republic attempts negotiations. But you could take the facility by force and win Czerka's secrets for the Empire.

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  • C-E29: You'll always have a friend in Czerka Corporation!
  • C-E29: I can't believe my visual receptors! The Emperor's Wrath!
  • C-E29: A Dark Council member! Mixing with the rabble. How noble of you, my lord!
  • C-E29: There you are! The pillar of professionalism! Former star of Intelligence!
  • C-E29: There you are! The paragon of Czerka's core values! The image of true greatness.
  • C-E29: I am C-E29, booster of Czerka employee morale! And you are the lucky recipient of a message from the great Moff Kresk.
  • C-E29: Sadly, the Republic has taken over Czerka and seized all corporate assets. Moff Kresk begs you to help rekindle the spark of Czerka within the Empire.
  • C-E29: Tell Moff Kresk to prepare for my arrival.
  • C-E29: Stop being so dramatic. This is Vaiken Spacedock, not a shareholder's meeting.
  • C-E29: Czerka Corporation... the name rings a bell.
  • C-E29: Hunter, it's you! The champion of the Great Hunt! What an honor!
  • C-E29: And you, too. Oh glorious day!
  • C-E29: Czerka should crown you employee of the year. No--the decade!
  • C-E29: I am programmed for peak optimism. If you have a complaint, please file it with Czerka.
  • C-E29: Moff Kresk awaits you with my master, Eva Kaayz. They will discuss the renewal of Czerka's great legacy!
  • C-E29: Weapons! Droids! Biological research! Czerka Corporation is the galaxy's industry leader in these categories and more!
  • C-E29: Have an excellent day!
  • C-E29: Message transmitted. They will be so excited!
  • Eva Kaayz: You're not on my schedule.
  • Eva Kaayz: Perfect timing. The show's about to start.
  • Eva Kaayz: CZ-198 is a marvel of Czerka ingenuity. Please be careful.
  • Eva Kaayz: Take CZ-198, and Czerka's most exquisite projects will belong to the Empire.
  • Eva Kaayz: Pleasure doing business with you.
  • Eva Kaayz: Rasmus actually thinks he can hold CZ-198. How cute.
  • Eva Kaayz: Observe the Czerka R-6000 blaster rifle: cutting-edge design, state-of-the-art recoil dampeners, unrivaled stopping power.
  • Moff Kresk: Beautiful! I'll take sixty thousand. Czerka rifles for all!
  • Eva Kaayz: You handle that blaster well, miss...?
  • Eva Kaayz: Eva Kaayz. Chief operations officer, Czerka Weapons Division.
  • Moff Kresk: Never trust a sales demo. Give it here. I'll tell you if the weapon's worth your credits.
  • Moff Kresk: Flashy weapons don't win wars. I'll judge whether it's worthy of our military.
  • Eva Kaayz: Good work.
  • Eva Kaayz: Not bad.
  • Eva Kaayz: Glad you approve. Eva Kaayz, chief operations officer, Czerka Weapons Division.
  • Eva Kaayz: Droids are no substitute for a live Sith target. Shoot me, and we'll see if your weapon holds up.
  • Eva Kaayz: Do it.
  • Moff Kresk: Good show! My order stands. For you, Wrath, my awe only increases.
  • Moff Kresk: I hope you didn't summon us for a sales pitch, Moff.
  • Moff Kresk: A toy. No match for the dark side. But perhaps capable of slaying Jedi.
  • Eva Kaayz: We still have some kinks to work out, my lord.
  • Moff Kresk: Your reputation precedes you. I am Moff Kresk. You've already met Eva Kaayz, chief operations officer of Czerka's Weapons Division.
  • Moff Kresk: I am Moff Kresk. The enchanting gunner is Eva Kaayz, chief operations officer of Czerka's Weapons Division.
  • Moff Kresk: How rude of me.
  • Moff Kresk: And I'm Moff Kresk. Sorry to keep you waiting. We've called you here on dire business.
  • Eva Kaayz: I'm sure he won't mind.
  • Eva Kaayz: Good, another woman who can handle herself. Careful, though--we don't want to emasculate the Moff.
  • Moff Kresk: Ladies, please! Let's keep this professional.
  • Moff Kresk: Moff Kresk, at your service. The enchanting gunner is Eva Kaayz, chief operations officer of Czerka's Weapons Division.
  • Moff Kresk: Since when does the Empire conduct business with green-skinned hucksters?
  • Eva Kaayz: Imperial-alien synergy is the way of the future.
  • Moff Kresk: Quite right. A new era and all. Sorry to keep you waiting.
  • Moff Kresk: We've called you here on dire business, I'm afraid.
  • Eva Kaayz: Czerka has been seized by the Republic. They're freezing assets, replacing senior management. "Corporate restructuring," they call it--but I know nationalization when I hear it!
  • Moff Kresk: Czerka weapons are hot on the black market. Once the supply dries up, prices will skyrocket.
  • Moff Kresk: The Republic's expansion outpaces its resources. They're locking down Czerka as their exclusive supplier.
  • Eva Kaayz: This sudden shift in tactics reeks of fear. The Republic will stop at nothing to win this war.
  • Eva Kaayz: For centuries, the Jedi have trapped the Republic in a cage of morality. At last, they're beginning to free themselves.
  • Moff Kresk: Why do you waste my time, Moff? Czerka can rot as far as I'm concerned.
  • Moff Kresk: Czerka's weapons are top notch. With exclusive ownership, the Republic will annihilate our armies. They'll win the war!
  • Moff Kresk: A bold stunt, certainly. But their execution was lacking.
  • Moff Kresk: Angering the underworld. Not the first error the Republic's made today.
  • Moff Kresk: Quite right, my lord. Fortunately, they're still making amateur mistakes.
  • Moff Kresk: Lucky for us, they're making rookie mistakes.
  • Eva Kaayz: Czerka owns a private moon facility: CZ-198. Home to our most splendid, revolutionary and experimental technology.
  • Eva Kaayz: When the takeover began, CZ-198 entered lockdown. The Republic attempts negotiations. But you could take the facility by force and win Czerka's secrets for the Empire.
  • Moff Kresk: The Republic wouldn't enter a stalemate over some locked warehouse.
  • Moff Kresk: While the Republic talks, we'll steal Czerka's projects from under their noses.
  • Eva Kaayz: If we take CZ-198, Czerka will belong to the Empire as much as the Republic. Your company will never be independent again.
  • Eva Kaayz: The Republic will ruin Czerka's profit margins. Red tape will strangle my pet projects. I've negotiated a better deal with the Empire.
  • Moff Kresk: Glad you're on board. But first, there's the matter of former management.
  • Moff Kresk: We've identified two obstacles to the seizure of CZ-198.
  • Eva Kaayz: Special Executive Rasmus Blys, CZ-198's overseer. Backstabber, kiss-off and one of Corporate Quarterly's "Top 500 Managers to Watch."
  • Moff Kresk: This is why we've summoned you. To retire Rasmus Blys, disable his Vigilant security network and secure the secrets of CZ-198 for the Empire.
  • Moff Kresk: Nothing will stop our claim to Czerka's facility. Not a territorial exec, and certainly not his security system.
  • Moff Kresk: Any insight into this prototype security system?
  • Moff Kresk: How much are these Czerka secrets worth to you?
  • Moff Kresk: Fantastic. It's time to move.
  • Moff Kresk: The deal's forfeit without CZ-198. And its current management is loathe to surrender.
  • Moff Kresk: At attention, men! Welcome back the heroes who just won CZ-198 for the Empire!
  • Eva Kaayz: What exactly does Czerka do?
  • Eva Kaayz: You're serious? Blasted marketing department.... Czerka Corporation is the galaxy's premiere droid and weapons manufacturer.
  • Moff Kresk: Now they belong exclusively to the Republic. But not for long....
  • Eva Kaayz: That conniving twerp initiated the lockdown of CZ-198. If we attack, he's threatened to unleash a prototype security system, code-named "Vigilant."
  • Eva Kaayz: Out-of-pocket expenses are your own. But Czerka's matching the Empire's payout on this job.
  • Eva Kaayz: Take my company shuttle. It's executive-exclusive, so please fly smoothly. Clearance codes are in the nav computer.
  • Eva Kaayz: I've never heard of it before today. But if Rasmus was involved, the Vigilant will be extremely dangerous.
  • Moff Kresk: The Empire can't afford to lose CZ-198. Good luck.
  • Eva Kaayz: Czerka thanks you as well. I've begun downloading the data from CZ-198. Even the details concerning the Vigilant.
  • Eva Kaayz: Czerka's security system was a living abomination. Once activated, it turned the entire facility against us.
  • Eva Kaayz: Czerka can thank me all it wants. What about you?
  • Moff Kresk: Yes, horrible. But the biogenetic implications are amazing. My researchers will have a field day with the Vigilant.
  • Moff Kresk: Isn't she something?
  • Moff Kresk: Good luck. We'll pick you up over CZ-198 once the facility's neutralized.
  • Moff Kresk: Czerka has a bright future with the Empire.
  • Moff Kresk: Rasmus Blys is distracted by the Republic. Now is our time to seize CZ-198.
  • Eva Kaayz: But you haven't lost yet....
  • Eva Kaayz: Stay here with Moff Kresk. I'll get everything you need from CZ-198 to start over in the Empire.
  • Eva Kaayz: Thank you. I mean it.
  • Eva Kaayz: Czerka workers were still down there, trapped by Rasmus and forced to work.
  • Moff Kresk: Captain, enter firing range of CZ-198.
  • Eva Kaayz: I can see the lawsuits now. Drones are never grateful.
  • Eva Kaayz: While you were busy, my top Czerka engineers augmented this dreadnaught's weaponry. We've increased its firepower tenfold.
  • Moff Kresk: Target within range.
  • Eva Kaayz: I've pulled every last file from CZ-198. The personnel are expendable, as is the facility. We can't leave them behind for the Republic to use against us.
  • Eva Kaayz: This ship's Czerka-modified weapons will obliterate CZ-198. Simply give the order.
  • Moff Kresk: Prepare to strike the Czerka moon. Fire on my mark.
  • Eva Kaayz: There are people down there. Czerka may tolerate their sacrifice, but I won't.
  • Moff Kresk: Fire.
  • Moff Kresk: Moff Kresk--deploy attack squadrons to guard the moon. Destroy any Republic vessels that attempt to land.
  • Moff Kresk: Right away.
  • Eva Kaayz: Curious solution. Inefficient, but not entirely without merit.
  • Eva Kaayz: From the ashes, a new Czerka is born. In another life, you would've made an excellent senior executive.
  • Eva Kaayz: Czerka now has a future within the Empire. And though our armaments are strong, nothing will replace you as the Empire's greatest weapon.
  • Eva Kaayz: We own you. Open your factories, continue your innovations, but never place greed before your Empire.
  • Eva Kaayz: Remember that praise while you consider my fee.
  • Eva Kaayz: I've given you the seeds to build a strong industry within the Empire. Do not disappoint me.
  • Eva Kaayz: Czerka's at its best when tinkering with nature. Work without fear of judgment. Create something that makes the Vigilant look like an astromech droid.
  • Eva Kaayz: You've been working hard. Long hours, the stress of an entire company on your shoulders. Maybe I can help you unwind a little.
  • Eva Kaayz: That... actually sounds lovely. I think I have a bottle of something in my shuttle....
  • Eva Kaayz: If I'd known the Empire was this hospitable, I'd have defected ages ago.
  • Eva Kaayz: Czerka never disappoints.
  • Eva Kaayz: Now that you have CZ-198's complete research data, what are your plans for Czerka's future?
  • Eva Kaayz: The Republic's defiled our name. Perhaps we'll re-brand. But we'll never abandon Czerka's signature dedication to quality.
  • Eva Kaayz: Now please excuse me. The Grand Moff wants Czerka weapons on the front within the week. Pleasure doing business with you.
  • Eva Kaayz: You won't have any trouble out of me.
  • Eva Kaayz: I've never been more satisfied by an external contractor. May we do business again.
  • Eva Kaayz: An inspiring vision, my lord. One I can get behind.
  • Moff Kresk: Thank you again. While the Republic bullies their allies, you're forging new bonds. That's how the Empire will win this war.
  • Moff Kresk: Good luck on the battlefield. Fight for the new Czerka, and a renewed Empire!
  • Eva Kaayz: That's very kind of you.
  • Eva Kaayz: You have work to do. I have a war to win.
  • Eva Kaayz: I won't keep you any longer. Pleasure doing business with you.

Quotes (Republic)

  • Adjudicator Refain: I'm handling the Republic takeover of Czerka Corporation, of which Master Laphmer is--was--a senior executive.
  • Adjudicator Refain: Czerka's collapsing under scandals, financial crises and lost factories. Fortunately, the Republic's been authorized to seize Czerka's assets.
  • Supreme Chancellor Saresh: CZ-198 will be assessed, and its technology reclaimed. My thanks again. I suspect we'll soon be putting Czerka's technology to good use.

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  • Torkel Laphmer: Reconsider, adjudicator. This information is worth at least one mansion on Alsakan! Adjudicator!
  • Adjudicator Refain: Excuse the noise, Major, Executive Laphmer has a number of... grievances. Adjudicator Refain.
  • Adjudicator Refain: My apologies on Executive Laphmer's behalf, Master Jedi. I'm Adjudicator Refain; we're... renegotiating.
  • Adjudicator Refain: You'll have to excuse Executive Laphmer's manners, and... volume. I'm Adjudicator Refain.
  • Adjudicator Refain: Please excuse Executive Laphmer, Captain, he's rather upset. I'm Adjudicator Refain.
  • Adjudicator Refain: I'm handling the Republic takeover of Czerka Corporation, of which Master Laphmer is--was--a senior executive.
  • Adjudicator Refain: Czerka Corporation had a lot of wealth and power. What changed that the company collapsed so quickly?
  • Adjudicator Refain: I haven't been following the HoloNet news. What is Czerka Corporation?
  • Adjudicator Refain: Full access to Czerka Corporation's labs and vaults. You must have recovered quite the haul.
  • Torkel Laphmer: Immoral idiots destroyed our Tatooine operations. Then we lost a fortune during the war, along with key executives.
  • Torkel Laphmer: For centuries, we were an industry leader in droid and weapons manufacture. Now we're being picked clean.
  • Adjudicator Refain: Czerka's cooperating with the seizure. But one of its facilities, CZ-198, rebelled and entered lockdown. No one in or out, no communications.
  • Adjudicator Refain: Executive Laphmer is offering information about CZ-198's security, but he's demanding a mansion and a lifetime salary in exchange.
  • Adjudicator Refain: Adjudicator, you can't expect a Czerka executive to have realistic demands. We need that data on CZ-198 now.
  • Torkel Laphmer: What about an apartment on Coruscant and a nice safe, bureaucratic job? It's more than most Republic citizens get.
  • Torkel Laphmer: You will give that datapad to Adjudicator Refain.
  • Torkel Laphmer: Trust me, Laphmer, there are worse things than losing your wealth.
  • Torkel Laphmer: Hmph. Such as?
  • Torkel Laphmer: I'll give the datapad to Adjudicator Refain.
  • Adjudicator Refain: Well, I--thank you. Let's take a look.
  • Adjudicator Refain: Prototype hardware and rare bio materials--that's just the appetizer.
  • Adjudicator Refain: Interesting negotiating tactics you have.
  • Adjudicator Refain: Czerka's collapsing under scandals, financial crises and lost factories. Fortunately, the Republic's been authorized to seize Czerka's assets.
  • Torkel Laphmer: An apartment on Coruscant. This is what I've been reduced to.
  • Adjudicator Refain: Fine, done. It's not like our negotiations have got anywhere.
  • Adjudicator Refain: This is... CZ-198 is a level ten research facility. All of Czerka's top secret data. Classified research projects, banned weaponry....
  • Adjudicator Refain: And, of course it's all protected. By a prototype security system, called "the Vigilant."
  • Adjudicator Refain: Czerka can use any security system it likes, but whatever's hidden at CZ-198 will be brought to light.
  • Adjudicator Refain: Just what kind of security system is the Vigilant? That doesn't sound like a Czerka product.
  • Adjudicator Refain: I'm willing to bet CZ-198 will have plenty of tricks up its sleeve, besides this "Vigilant."
  • Adjudicator Refain: CZ-198 has some of Czerka's oldest, darkest secrets. Forget asset seizure, CZ-198's a genuine threat.
  • Adjudicator Refain: With that level of secrecy, I'm guessing CZ-198's bosses won't have let the workers slip through the lockdown.
  • Adjudicator Refain: They can give it a fancy name, but every system's got a workaround somewhere.
  • Adjudicator Refain: If this "Vigilant" is protecting such a high-level facility, Czerka will have spared no expense perfecting it. We should be cautious.
  • Adjudicator Refain: The datapad only says that it's a last-ditch emergency measure.
  • Adjudicator Refain: I need someone I can trust to breach CZ-198's defenses, seize whatever projects are there, and ensure the Vigilant stays offline. Can you do that?
  • Adjudicator Refain: Count on me. I'd like to see what Czerka Corporation considers "top secret."
  • Adjudicator Refain: Just tell me where to find this facility and it'll be done.
  • Adjudicator Refain: If I go up against the Vigilant and whatever else Czerka's been hiding, I hope the Republic plans to share its windfall.
  • Torkel Laphmer: Of course not, that's standard procedure for our--I mean, their, facilities.
  • Adjudicator Refain: One last thing. The overseer at CZ-198 is Special Executive Rasmus Blys. This performance review calls him "dynamic and energetic."
  • Torkel Laphmer: Translation from Czerka-speak: absolutely ruthless. The Vigilant may be the least of your concerns.
  • Adjudicator Refain: It's a private moon--off the charts, naturally, but this datapad has all the details.
  • Adjudicator Refain: So long as CZ-198 is secured.
  • Adjudicator Refain: Rasmus Blys, the Vigilant... what's going on at CZ-198?
  • Adjudicator Refain: One minute, this Czerka executive's giving me a headache.
  • Adjudicator Refain: So you made it out of CZ-198 in one piece. And with perfect timing. The Chancellor's signal just came through.
  • Supreme Chancellor Saresh: Master Jedi. Again, you prove yourself to be an indispensable defender of the Republic.
  • Supreme Chancellor Saresh: Impeccable work, Major, though I've come to expect nothing less from Havoc Squad.
  • Supreme Chancellor Saresh: Once again I ask for your services, Captain, and once again I have nothing but praise for the results.
  • Supreme Chancellor Saresh: I thank you all for your service. The Republic needs its most dedicated, loyal citizens to defend it.
  • Supreme Chancellor Saresh: I already have a team preparing to sweep CZ-198 and secure the facility.
  • Supreme Chancellor Saresh: Tell the team to be careful. Rasmus Blys didn't release his workforce during the lockdown, and there are still innocent people at CZ-198.
  • Supreme Chancellor Saresh: Czerka was doing more than research at CZ-198. It created an alien creature as its security system: the Vigilant.
  • Supreme Chancellor Saresh: CZ-198 has entire rooms of prototype technology and research data, just waiting for someone to claim them.
  • Supreme Chancellor Saresh: CZ-198 had... a living security system? Genetically engineered? We've been far, far too lenient on Czerka.
  • Adjudicator Refain: I recommend we arrest Czerka's chief executives. We need to interrogate them regarding the Vigilant, and whatever else they're still hiding.
  • Torkel Laphmer: You just assume every Czerka official is a criminal? This Vigilant creature was made at a closed facility. You can't blame us all for Rasmus Blys's mistakes.
  • Supreme Chancellor Saresh: We should be better than Czerka, Chancellor. If we want to learn about the Vigilant, we have full access to the labs at CZ-198.
  • Supreme Chancellor Saresh: The Vigilant was only the latest horror that Czerka Corporation created. It's about time someone was punished for its crimes.
  • Torkel Laphmer: This isn't right! What happened to Republic justice?
  • Supreme Chancellor Saresh: Very well. But tell your colleagues, Executive Laphmer: If they have any confessions to make, now is the time.
  • Torkel Laphmer: I'll remind them, Supreme Chancellor, of course.
  • Supreme Chancellor Saresh: It protects those Republic citizens who obey the law, Executive Laphmer.
  • Supreme Chancellor Saresh: CZ-198 will be assessed, and its technology reclaimed. My thanks again. I suspect we'll soon be putting Czerka's technology to good use.
  • Adjudicator Refain: Good work at CZ-198. Back to cataloging Czerka's attic space, I suppose.
  • Adjudicator Refain: I'm sending a preliminary report and inventory now, Chancellor.
  • Adjudicator Refain: This is all the information recovered on the creature, Chancellor.
  • Adjudicator Refain: There's other reasons for the team to be careful, Chancellor: the Vigilant. Look at this.
  • Supreme Chancellor Saresh: This is monstrous even for Czerka. And we've gone easy on them?
  • Torkel Laphmer: Tell him, won't you? Tell him what this data's worth!
  • Torkel Laphmer: That's all the data I have on CZ-198, I swear.
  • Torkel Laphmer: No one I work with would have allowed the creation of the Vigilant. Please believe me!
  • RK-C3: With my reprogramming complete, I welcome the chance to serve the Republic!
  • RK-C3: No, it's all been negotiated, partly as compensation for Czerka's, er, miscalculations on Corellia.
  • RK-C3: Master Jedi! To speak with the defender of Coruscant and Corellia is quite, quite an honor.
  • RK-C3: Ah, Major, what an honor--to speak with one of the Republic's greatest defenders!
  • RK-C3: Captain! How marvelous to meet the hero of Corellia, the savior of the Republic's finest shipyards!
  • RK-C3: Greetings! I hate to distract you from the station's glorious Republic architecture, but I'm afraid this is urgent.
  • RK-C3: The esteemed Supreme Chancellor Saresh has sent a message regarding my former masters, Czerka Corporation.
  • RK-C3: In recent years, Czerka has suffered many scandals and financial losses. The Republic has been authorized to begin seizing Czerka assets and property. I myself was a Czerka droid!
  • RK-C3: Czerka Corporation had a lot of skeletons in its closet. Sooner or later, its past was going to catch up.
  • RK-C3: I don't think the Republic can just swoop into a corporation's offices and take what it wants.
  • RK-C3: Seems life off the corporate ladder is working out for you.
  • RK-C3: Czerka did a lot of weapons research, right? Here's hoping some of that tech makes it to the front lines.
  • RK-C3: Czerka Corporation is hundreds of years old; it has more wealth than some planets. I have trouble imagining it falling apart.
  • RK-C3: Good day, Master Jedi. How pleasant it is to address the protector of the Rift Alliance!
  • RK-C3: Yes, indeed, Captain! But not everyone agrees.
  • RK-C3: Sadly, one Czerka facility has gone into lockdown, refusing to hand over its assets. It's a remote moon base, called CZ-198.
  • RK-C3: CZ-198 is a vital facility. The honorable Chancellor Saresh is anxious to see it secured.
  • RK-C3: If Czerka Corporation locked CZ-198 down, it probably has something to hide. I should look into it.
  • RK-C3: Certain... events on Tatooine and Corellia have been very damaging, Master Jedi. For Czerka, it's this or bankruptcy.
  • RK-C3: I think I've heard of Czerka, but I can't quite place the name....
  • RK-C3: Oh, Czerka Corporation is a pioneer in several fields: droid manufacture, weapons design, biological research and development. Or it was, before this.
  • RK-C3: Do we have any idea what Czerka was working on at CZ-198?
  • RK-C3: I don't have time to get involved in a Czerka-Republic squabble.
  • RK-C3: I do hope so, Major. But there is one minor snag--no trouble for you, I'm sure.
  • RK-C3: Our beloved Chancellor Saresh said you should speak with a man called Adjudicator Refain for any details. He's handling the Czerka takeover.
  • RK-C3: Here is Adjudicator Refain's contact information. Farewell, fellow Republic citizen!
  • RK-C3: That's very disappointing. But, I'm sure you have your reasons. Farewell!
  • RK-C3: Unfortunately, all records on CZ-198 were redacted.

Operation: Terror From Beyond

Patch 1.3 is shaping up to look pretty big, there is even a new Operation! This time you aid the ever-lovable Gree Droids in defeating the Dread Masters and making everything purple parallel.

NPCs

Quotes (Imperial)

  • Administrator General Lalat'k: Fledgling species, find attentiveness! Urgency is requisite. We must align purple parallel before more yellow concave actualizes.
  • Colonel Jadick: Our prime Operator for, um, green equilateral.
  • Colonel Jadick: It's worrisome enough that the Dread Masters were able to activate one gate, but the amount of power they'd have wielded if they'd gained control of other hypergates....

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  • AD-304: Should I receive additional messages, you will be immediately notified.
  • AD-304: Empire, victorious!
  • AD-304: Hold, please... identities confirmed. Delivering message.
  • AD-304: The Emperor's Wrath... confirmed. I bear a message for you.
  • AD-304: Lord reclaimer, a message from your subordinates.
  • AD-304: Hold, bounty hunter. A message.
  • AD-304: Confidential message for you, sir. Authenticating... confirmed. Displaying message.
  • AD-304: Scanning identity... confirmed. Delivering message.
  • Colonel Jadick: Colonel Jadick, Imperial Reclamation Service reporting. We've encountered a first-contact scenario with a primeval species.
  • Colonel Jadick: When I say these beings existed eons before the Rakata Infinite Empire, I'm not exaggerating. I'm doing my best to communicate, but you... you'll want to be here.
  • Colonel Jadick: General Threnoldt's made his report to the Dark Council, and you've been granted authority to handle the situation.
  • AD-304: Response service is requested. Shall I deliver your reply?
  • AD-304: The Empire must present a strong front to these aliens. I will not be intimidated.
  • AD-304: It's not every day I get to meet a long lost civilization. I'll be there.
  • AD-304: General Threnoldt should have made his report to me directly.
  • AD-304: If these aliens have deep pockets, better hope they're on your side.
  • AD-304: Only I am qualified to determine if they're a threat to Imperial security.
  • AD-304: You could not be reached, my lord, and time was a factor. The general did ensure the matter would ultimately be left to you.
  • AD-304: So noted. A pleasure serving you.
  • AD-304: I will notify Colonel Jadick to expect you soon.
  • AD-304: Negotiations will have to be opened through the proper channels.
  • AD-304: That was the determination of the Dark Council.
  • AD-304: I'll interpret this as a favorable reply.
  • Colonel Jadick: You've secured the greatest discovery in Reclamation Service history, I can't thank you enough!
  • Colonel Jadick: I have a ship to take you to Asation as soon as you're ready to depart.
  • Colonel Jadick: Excuse the alien, it's out of its depth... as am I.
  • Colonel Jadick: Yes, yellow scalene. You've said that. I need more specifics--oh, Emperor spare me....
  • Colonel Jadick: Unbelievable... if I hadn't seen it through the recon feeds, I'd have said I was dreaming.
  • Administrator General Lalat'k: Fledgling species, find attentiveness! Urgency is requisite. We must align purple parallel before more yellow concave actualizes.
  • Colonel Jadick: As I understand it, a hypergate links two points in space instantaneously through a rift in hyperspace. In this case, something hostile was on the other side.
  • Colonel Jadick: Our Operators have arrived. They are red obtuse, I assure you.
  • Colonel Jadick: The Emperor's Wrath, red perpendicular personified.
  • Colonel Jadick: I present our grey bisector of white convex. The Reclamation Service stands ready to serve, my master.
  • Colonel Jadick: I've brought you the best problem solver in the galaxy, black bisector.
  • Colonel Jadick: Our prime Operator for, um, green equilateral.
  • Colonel Jadick: Meet our blue obtuse.
  • Colonel Jadick: What did you just call me?
  • Colonel Jadick: Usually I don't care for aliases, but that's kind of catchy.
  • Colonel Jadick: What have your dealings with this creature revealed?
  • Colonel Jadick: The Empire welcomes our venerable guest.
  • Colonel Jadick: Let's get this parley started, I'm not being paid to play welcoming committee.
  • Colonel Jadick: We're eager to meet our visitor, Colonel.
  • Colonel Jadick: You allowed that thing into our midst?
  • Colonel Jadick: Tell our guest that I'm pleased to have this rare opportunity.
  • Colonel Jadick: Most would think twice before calling me obtuse, Colonel.
  • Colonel Jadick: Your friend there makes a Hutt look cuddly.
  • Colonel Jadick: Ahem, he can understand you. Mostly.
  • Colonel Jadick: The Diplomatic Service allowed it, Darth Marr sanctioned it. I was brought on to help translate.
  • Colonel Jadick: Ah--forgive me. It's a peculiarity of their language. It means "assistance," among other things.
  • Colonel Jadick: The aliens came all this way to offer me a job? I'm flattered.
  • Colonel Jadick: Do you have permission to have that creature on an Imperial installation, Colonel?
  • Colonel Jadick: Tell me what you've observed about this species thus far.
  • Administrator General Lalat'k: After exponential solar cycles, a grand hypergate has opened! Green perpendicular flows freely from it!
  • Administrator General Lalat'k: Is green perpendicular something toxic? Is it hypermatter?
  • Colonel Jadick: Make sense of this, Colonel.
  • Colonel Jadick: One last thing: The leader of the invaders that opened the hypergate roughly matches the Dread Masters' servant on Denova: Kephess.
  • Colonel Jadick: Administrator Lalat'k has provided optimal hyperspace routes to Asation. I can have a vessel prepared to assault the hypergate in minutes.
  • Administrator General Lalat'k: The grand hypergate must evolve blue octagon... purple concave if inevasible. Else our galaxy is doomed to endless yellow concave.
  • Administrator General Lalat'k: Republic allies have failed to obtain orange equilateral. If Imperial allies can process a blue octagon, the Gree Enclave will actualize gratitude.
  • Colonel Jadick: We express synchronicity in this orange vertex.
  • Administrator General Lalat'k: Imperial black bisectors have evolved a red sphere. I calculated correctly seeking purple obtuse here.
  • Administrator General Lalat'k: No power is beyond the reach of the Emperor or his Wrath.
  • Administrator General Lalat'k: You have a beautiful world, Administrator General, it deserved saving.
  • Administrator General Lalat'k: Is that what passes for a compliment in your backward culture?
  • Administrator General Lalat'k: Operators have broadcast yellow obtuse in their functions, thorough Administrator oversight is requisite.
  • Administrator General Lalat'k: Autonomy will be defended sternly, that Operator droids were rendered yellow concave is purple tangent. My governance proposes Empire-Gree bargain.
  • Administrator General Lalat'k: Empire warrior castes enforce Administrator authoritativeness, Empire researcher castes may query Gree purple acute.
  • Administrator General Lalat'k: Red parallel! This Empire-Gree bargain evolves us purple equilateral!
  • Administrator General Lalat'k: Imperial stubbornness will only perpetuate a cycle of yellow scalene. Inevitable Operator failures will be your error.
  • Administrator General Lalat'k: Imperial black bisectors are a valuable commodity, I will broadcast such to the Gree Enclave. The Republic-Gree bargain sparks with obsolescence.
  • Administrator General Lalat'k: Obtaining blue parallel would have been untroublesome had you ensured my authorizations were not open to query.
  • Colonel Jadick: The Gree aren't the only ones who'll be grateful you were able to seal the hypergate. I'll pass word of your success up the chain of command.
  • Colonel Jadick: It's worrisome enough that the Dread Masters were able to activate one gate, but the amount of power they'd have wielded if they'd gained control of other hypergates....
  • Colonel Jadick: I just hope you've crippled them for good.
  • Colonel Jadick: He is sort of patting his own back.
  • Administrator General Lalat'k: Imperial troops will garrison Asation, only fools will defy you.
  • Administrator General Lalat'k: I agree to the terms, my forces will support you. Colonel, select a team to join you on Asation.
  • Administrator General Lalat'k: Sounds like a fair trade. Make it happen, Colonel, and make sure I see my cut.
  • Administrator General Lalat'k: I'm in favor of this agreement. The Empire will support your control of Asation.
  • Administrator General Lalat'k: I'll save your people, not your personal interests. Do not attempt to manipulate me again.
  • Administrator General Lalat'k: I don't presume to know what's best for your people. You should work this out according to your own laws.
  • Administrator General Lalat'k: Excuse me if I don't really think you're qualified to safeguard the galaxy.
  • Administrator General Lalat'k: If you want results, you should be helping your Operators succeed instead of undermining them at every opportunity.
  • Colonel Jadick: Make sure they appreciate the lengths I've gone to to keep the Empire safe.
  • Colonel Jadick: Any signs of other Dread Master activity?
  • Colonel Jadick: I've had all I can take of this creature's gibbering. Don't bother me again.
  • Colonel Jadick: I can take care of things from here.
  • Colonel Jadick: The green perpendicular is some old nemesis returned. An evil enemy, or deadly conflict. Probably both.
  • Colonel Jadick: He says the gate must be sealed or destroyed, or we're all in big trouble.
  • Administrator General Lalat'k: I will show you why the Sith are destined to rule this galaxy.
  • Administrator General Lalat'k: The Empire will aid the Gree Enclave. Prepare a fitting tribute for our generosity.
  • Administrator General Lalat'k: I don't do favors. Make this worth my while or your hypergate will be the least of your problems.
  • Administrator General Lalat'k: Self-centeredness was expected, the Gree Enclave will bargain appropriately.
  • Colonel Jadick: What dangerous oddities do you toy with now?
  • Colonel Jadick: What is going on here, attendant?
  • Colonel Jadick: You people get weirder by the day.
  • Colonel Jadick: Does its new master have the Reclamation Service speaking in code?
  • Colonel Jadick: First contact with an ancient civilization.
  • Colonel Jadick: I know you're familiar with the ancient Rakata Infinite Empire. These people predate them by eons.
  • Colonel Jadick: It's for the benefit of our guest.
  • Colonel Jadick: Our visitor here is a Gree, until now we've only known them through long abandoned technology.
  • Colonel Jadick: We're in a unique situation.
  • Administrator General Lalat'k: This one's comprehension is precisely calibrated, our chronometry proffers little room for deviation!
  • Colonel Jadick: It's been slow going, my lord, he's insisted on speaking to our administrators and has not been particularly cooperative with me.
  • Colonel Jadick: Is that gibberish supposed to mean something?
  • Colonel Jadick: Our limitless solver of challenging mysteries, at least I think that's what I said.
  • Colonel Jadick: It means "bold troubleshooter," roughly. Let's just say we need a lot of trouble shot.
  • Colonel Jadick: Ah--a perfect warrior, my lord! I did not mean to overstep myself.
  • Colonel Jadick: Please tell me that isn't your best attempt to communicate.
  • Colonel Jadick: I think you need to explain what's going on here, Colonel.
  • Administrator General Lalat'k: How did the hypergate come unsealed after all this time?
  • Administrator General Lalat'k: Invaders! Foolish foreign species attempting thievishness, no doubt. Assurances were produced that Operator droids provided necessary defenses. Produced statement tested false.
  • Administrator General Lalat'k: I'm willing to save your planet if you're willing to meet my price.
  • Administrator General Lalat'k: The Republic can't be trusted to handle matters this delicate.
  • Administrator General Lalat'k: If the threat is as bad as you say, we're all in this together.
  • Administrator General Lalat'k: Your comprehension has progressed favorably. I am hopeful that Imperial Operators exceed predicted results.
  • Administrator General Lalat'k: You can see how your people would prosper from an alliance with the Empire.
  • Administrator General Lalat'k: Quick solutions are just one of the services I provide.
  • Administrator General Lalat'k: Achieving the unachievable is what I've been trained for.
  • Administrator General Lalat'k: I find this agreeable. Perhaps you would manifest future safeguards?
  • Administrator General Lalat'k: This statement has been across my mind.
  • Colonel Jadick: Y--yes, my lord! Thank you, my lord!
  • Colonel Jadick: Nothing that's been reported to me.
  • Colonel Jadick: I'll make certain they understand the gravity of the situation.
  • Colonel Jadick: If you'd like to try and do better, by all means.
  • Colonel Jadick: Administrator General Lalat'k of the Gree Enclave....
  • Colonel Jadick: If they're involved, you can expect things to be ugly on Asation.
  • Colonel Jadick: It sounds like he wants us to make him a dictator, and he's willing to trade Gree secrets for Imperial troops! We have to accept!

Quotes (Republic)

  • Major Cobus: You'd better get down to the surface, and fast. My boys don't know a black bisector from a green perpendicular.
  • Gree Dignitary: Without rapid battle-aid-response, this would have been unattainable. What purple tangent your arrival has been!
  • Gatemaster Beltek'k: ...finally, white equilateral! We thank you for your allotment of minutes, Republic bisectors. Farewell, red rhombus!

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  • Major Cobus: Would someone please tell me what a grey nonagon is?
  • Sergeant Sheron: Enemy's closing in, Major. This thing's huge! It's got five--no, six arms! How should we proceed?
  • Major Cobus: You'd better get down to the surface, and fast. My boys don't know a black bisector from a green perpendicular.
  • Major Cobus: I thought we'd had it, Chancellor. That Trandoshan might as well have been made of durasteel, and that hypergate just kept spewing machines and beasties....
  • Major Cobus: What a gray nonagon that was. Here's hoping I don't live to see another.
  • Major Cobus: Take that shuttle down to Asation. We're up to our eyeballs in blue scalenes and yellow spheres!
  • Supreme Chancellor Saresh: Excuse me, Major. Machines? Beasties? Perhaps you're not quite recovered from your exertions in the field.
  • Supreme Chancellor Saresh: Welcome. I hear you're to be congratulated. Kephess is dead, the hypergate is closed, and our Gree allies on Asation are safe.
  • Supreme Chancellor Saresh: The Gree are too special to be wiped out by mindless beasts.
  • Supreme Chancellor Saresh: I rarely get the chance to tackle such... unique challenges.
  • Supreme Chancellor Saresh: Ground's secure and the situation's normal. The Gree can handle things from here.
  • Supreme Chancellor Saresh: Once you've been around the galaxy a few times, you learn how to handle the unexpected.
  • Supreme Chancellor Saresh: I still don't know what a green perpendicular is, but I think I killed a lot of them.
  • Supreme Chancellor Saresh: The next time the Gree need help, maybe you should handpick someone else.
  • Supreme Chancellor Saresh: We've been in contact with Gatemaster Beltek'k. He's very grateful for your assistance and wants to present you with a reward. Of sorts.
  • Supreme Chancellor Saresh: Time to bring out some of that sweet, sweet Gree technology.
  • Supreme Chancellor Saresh: Did the gatemaster say what this reward is, exactly?
  • Supreme Chancellor Saresh: I can't take much more colorful geometry, Chancellor.
  • Supreme Chancellor Saresh: I insist. Victory over the Empire will depend on our alliance with the Gree--and whatever technology they are willing to share.
  • Gatemaster Beltek'k: It was my pleasure, Gatemaster. I hope Asation will recover from this.
  • Gatemaster Beltek'k: I'm sorry, Gatemaster. I'm not sure what that means... or how I should feel.
  • Gatemaster Beltek'k: Great. Purple perpendicular to you, too. Can I leave now?
  • Gree Dignitary: It is most complaisant of you to attempt Gree articulation. Your inaccuracies are delightful!
  • Supreme Chancellor Saresh: You should be honored. It doesn't translate well, but Gatemaster Beltek'k just gave you the highest title in Gree society.
  • Supreme Chancellor Saresh: Kind of glad they didn't put all that on a medal.
  • Supreme Chancellor Saresh: Will the Gree be able to protect Asation on their own?
  • Supreme Chancellor Saresh: There's twenty minutes of my life I'll never get back.
  • Supreme Chancellor Saresh: I'll note your distaste for honors and accolades in the future.
  • Major Cobus: Here's your handpicked squad now. Maybe they can explain it better than I can.
  • Major Cobus: Looks like your privateer's found his way back. Maybe ask him what happened.
  • Major Cobus: No need to take my word for it. Our Jedi friend can explain everything. I hope.
  • Major Cobus: Well, Havoc Squad led the charge. Better let their commander brief you instead.
  • Major Cobus: Looks like your privateer's found her way back. Maybe ask her what happened.
  • Supreme Chancellor Saresh: Considering the outcome, I think my judgment was sound enough.
  • Supreme Chancellor Saresh: Why not? I think my dress uniform's got room for another medal.
  • Supreme Chancellor Saresh: Please tell the gatemaster that I would be honored to accept.
  • Supreme Chancellor Saresh: The Gree owe me nothing. Closing the hypergate helped us all.
  • Major Cobus: You and me both, friend.
  • Gatemaster Beltek'k: Most agreeable salutations, Republic bisectors. From Crafter to Administrator, all castes are aware of Asation's perpetuation.
  • Gree Dignitary: Without rapid battle-aid-response, this would have been unattainable. What purple tangent your arrival has been!
  • Gatemaster Beltek'k: We must aggrandize you for your efforts. We have made a promulgation to all Gree: You are red rhombus. Felicitations!
  • Gree Dignitary: Be purple parallel, little sentient! You are absolute, unequaled, without defect!
  • Gatemaster Beltek'k: ...finally, white equilateral! We thank you for your allotment of minutes, Republic bisectors. Farewell, red rhombus!
  • Supreme Chancellor Saresh: I'm happy to help the Gree, red rhombus or not.
  • Supreme Chancellor Saresh: I appreciate the act, even if I didn't fully understand it.
  • Supreme Chancellor Saresh: At least I'll get free drinks in all the Gree cantinas.
  • Gatemaster Beltek'k: We have never designated red rhombus without the Ritual of Blue Vertex. We will begin this observance now....
  • Gatemaster Beltek'k: With further collaboration from our Republic bisectors, all will be orange sphere soon.
  • Supreme Chancellor Saresh: I'm not sure how... material a reward they have in mind.
  • Supreme Chancellor Saresh: Our war against the Empire has only just begun. I'm certain there will be many more.
  • Supreme Chancellor Saresh: You deserve this honor, Master Jedi. We couldn't have done it without you.
  • Major Cobus: I don't think he was going to take "no" for an answer.
  • Supreme Chancellor Saresh: Major Cobus and I were unable to translate, but he seemed very enthusiastic.
  • Supreme Chancellor Saresh: I'm certain there will be others. The galaxy is a unique and dangerous place.
  • Supreme Chancellor Saresh: I'm pleased you think so. They seem to have taken quite a liking to you, too.
  • Major Cobus: As long as we're handing out rewards, here's mine. Me and my boys never would have survived Asation if you hadn't shown up. Thanks.
  • Supreme Chancellor Saresh: Wherever the Dread Masters may strike next, I hope we can call on you again. Until then, safe travels.
  • Supreme Chancellor Saresh: The Republic is in your debt as well. We may never know why Kephess opened the hypergate, or what the Dread Masters were planning, but you stopped them here.
  • Supreme Chancellor Saresh: We won't leave the Gree to fend for themselves. We're allies for life now. That was the Republic's reward.
  • Major Cobus: Stand by, Sergeant. Gatemaster, that creature's wiped out six squads already. Give me something I can use!
  • Gatemaster Beltek'k: I regret I am not Warrior caste, Republic bisector. I am all yellow acute in this sphere. Perhaps additional bisectors?
  • Major Cobus: There you are! The Supreme Chancellor said she was sending help. Do you know what any of this crazy math means?
  • Major Cobus: He called you a bisector. Maybe you need to send reinforcements?
  • Major Cobus: Your guess is as good as mine, Major.
  • Major Cobus: I was told Major Cobus was cool and calm under pressure.
  • Sergeant Sheron: It's too late! They're everywhere now... we're being torn apart... ahh!
  • Major Cobus: Guess that's as good a way as any to start this briefing. I'm Major Cobus, in command of Republic forces on Asation.
  • Major Cobus: The planet's been overrun by nasty things I don't even have a name for. They're all coming out of this portal the Gree call a hypergate.
  • Major Cobus: I have a hard time understanding the Gree language.
  • Major Cobus: I'm guessing "gatemaster" is more of an honorary title, then?
  • Gatemaster Beltek'k: You misunderstand, Republic bisector. I will elucidate matters now.
  • Gatemaster Beltek'k: A Warrior caste has never been required. The Crafters built military units instead--an imprudent resolution!
  • Gatemaster Beltek'k: Our military units are in disorder. They have rejected their directives and turned on their Operators. They were the only bisectors we possessed.
  • Gatemaster Beltek'k: Did you open the hypergate on purpose? Or was it an accident?
  • Gatemaster Beltek'k: If a rogue droid army is the worst thing down there, we'll be fine.
  • Gatemaster Beltek'k: Maybe you shouldn't have relied on droids to protect you.
  • Gatemaster Beltek'k: Even now, our Crafters are disassembling units. But this is yellow tangent.
  • Gatemaster Beltek'k: I did not administer the hypergate's opening. The causation of this event was all white convex until the Republic bisectors' arrival.
  • Major Cobus: I don't remember Kephess. Or Denova, for that matter.
  • Major Cobus: You've fought one Trandoshan, you've fought them all.
  • Major Cobus: Kephess is working for the Dread Masters now--a group of rogue Sith trying to start their own Empire. Not sure how opening a hypergate helps.
  • Gatemaster Beltek'k: The one you call Kephess is now perpendicular to the hypergate. He must be terminated, but we do not have bisectors capable of this.
  • Major Cobus: Isn't there anyone left on Asation who can help?
  • Major Cobus: Time to pick up the Republic's slack again.
  • Gatemaster Beltek'k: My expectations are heightened, Republic bisector. May there be infinite grey tangents along your path.
  • Major Cobus: I was cool and calm two weeks ago. Now I'm just trying to save my men--
  • Major Cobus: You're my reinforcements. But we'll never get you down there in time--
  • Major Cobus: Just... fall back! Retreat, Sergeant! Do you hear me? Retreat!
  • Major Cobus: This is Gatemaster Beltek'k. He was in charge of the hypergate before it opened up. I'll let him try and explain the rest.
  • Major Cobus: The gatemaster and I can take it from here. Whatever "it" is.
  • Gatemaster Beltek'k: I beg atonement. We find our adaptation most purple--most preferable to your own. I will attempt clarity.
  • Gatemaster Beltek'k: If that were only truth, Republic bisector. These perpendiculars are unlike any we have seen before.
  • Major Cobus: We reviewed the Gree droids' security recordings. Kephess--our old Trandoshan friend from Denova--was lurking around the hypergate.
  • Major Cobus: Denova was intense. I can't believe he survived that fight.
  • Major Cobus: What is Kephess hoping to achieve by attacking the Gree?
  • Major Cobus: Mercenary. Republic hired him to protect our interests on Denova. Seemed to be working out, until he betrayed us.
  • Gatemaster Beltek'k: Since the hypergate opened, only hostiles have emerged. Some are sentient, some automatons. Many Gree and Republic bisectors have been terminated.
  • Gatemaster Beltek'k: What are these hypergates, exactly? What do they do?
  • Gatemaster Beltek'k: Don't the Gree have soldiers or mercenaries or... anything?
  • Major Cobus: Neither do I. My last squad of bisectors just got eaten by a six-armed beast.
  • Major Cobus: The Supreme Chancellor said you were the best. I hope she's right, because you're the only shot the Gree have left.
  • Major Cobus: Your men won't have died in vain. I promise you that.
  • Major Cobus: Not like Kephess. This one's got some new implants and some powerful friends.
  • Major Cobus: From what I hear, he had some help. Some pretty unnatural, disturbing help.
  • Major Cobus: I won't leave Asation until that hypergate is closed.
  • Major Cobus: Just give me your orders, Major, and I'll move out.
  • Major Cobus: I'm a great shot. A good-looking one, too.
  • Major Cobus: There's a shuttle prepped and ready to take you to Asation. Here's hoping we find those grey tangents soon.
  • Major Cobus: Well, I asked for the best. Next time I'll ask for someone nicer, too.
  • Major Cobus: If any of my men are still alive, they're just fighting to survive. You're on your own.
  • Gatemaster Beltek'k: The hypergates were constructed by our progenitors. They allow immediate egress from one sphere to another, but not in reverse.
  • Gatemaster Beltek'k: You Republic bisectors are so facilitating. I will attempt to be the same.
  • Gatemaster Beltek'k: My mortification is most acute. As gatemaster, defense of the hypergate is my first function. But I am Administrator caste--wholly unsuited to this task!
  • Gatemaster Beltek'k: I'm sure you did as well as any other Administrator could have.
  • Gatemaster Beltek'k: You are all blue obtuse, Republic bisector, but you do not comprehend our affliction.
  • Gatemaster Beltek'k: Now, the hypergate will never be closed. Asation will grow barren. The green perpendiculars will spread, and all will be yellow concave!
  • Gatemaster Beltek'k: The origination point of the Asation hypergate is unknown. It must be a yellow sphere indeed, for it has caused much dissolution.
  • Minister Sosa: I'm sorry, I don't have time to talk. I'm trying to figure out what it means to be white scalene....
  • Na-TaK: Republic steward does not comprehend. This unit's makers require instant alleviation, or all is yellow concave!
  • Minister Sosa: Na-TaK is worried Asation will be yellow concave soon. Please, do what you can to help the Gree.
  • Minister Sosa: You'll find Major Cobus with the fleet. I'm sure he'll know what the Gree need you to do.
  • Minister Sosa: Na-TaK tells me everything is orange parallel, thanks to you. That's good, right?
  • Minister Sosa: Please, Na-TaK, try to calm down. I'm sure everything will be black and blue soon--
  • Na-TaK: Republic steward is attempting verbal wordplay. This is most disproportionate at this interval!
  • Minister Sosa: The Supreme Chancellor's squad! What luck--I was ready to send out messengers.
  • Minister Sosa: Master Jedi! If half the stories about you are true, the Gree have nothing to fear.
  • Minister Sosa: Master Jedi! It's an honor to meet the person who recruited the entire Rift Alliance.
  • Minister Sosa: Major! I'm so glad you're here. See, Na-TaK? The Republic's finest, come to help.
  • Minister Sosa: Captain! Oh, thank goodness you're here. The SIS had given up tracking you down.
  • Minister Sosa: Minister Sosa, special envoy to the Gree Enclave. We have a crisis that requires the Republic's immediate response. Supreme Chancellor Saresh recommended you by name.
  • Minister Sosa: I'm honored to help the Republic in any crisis.
  • Minister Sosa: Your droid sounds a few bolts short of a motivator.
  • Minister Sosa: I've been in a lot of enclaves. Remind me which one is the Gree?
  • Minister Sosa: You can tell the Chancellor I've been dropping her name a lot, too.
  • Minister Sosa: Havoc Squad is always ready and willing, ma'am.
  • Minister Sosa: Whatever the situation, I'm certain we can resolve it.
  • Minister Sosa: It's how the Gree speak Basic. The colors and the geometry all mean something... I'm just not sure what.
  • Minister Sosa: Our very old and very advanced allies. They use Basic in terms that they understand. It's our job to try and keep up.
  • Minister Sosa: I'm... sure I will.
  • Na-TaK: All who serve the makers recollect you, black bisector. Coruscant is all orange parallel thanks to your purple vertex!
  • Minister Sosa: The trouble is on the Gree world of Asation. Their droid military forces have been overwhelmed. They say the jungles are full of... what did you call them, Na-TaK?
  • Na-TaK: Green perpendiculars. And blue scalene, and white convex--all is yellow concave if you do not accelerate!
  • Minister Sosa: In any case, Major Cobus is in command. He's used to more... unorthodox missions, and he can explain further. Can I tell him to expect you?
  • Minister Sosa: Whatever's threatening the Gree, I'll put a stop to it.
  • Minister Sosa: I'm not signing up for anything orange, yellow or otherwise until I know more.
  • Minister Sosa: An unorthodox mission means an unorthodox reward, I hope.
  • Minister Sosa: I look forward to hearing the major's explanations.
  • Minister Sosa: Tell the major we're armed and ready for deployment.
  • Na-TaK: An orange vertex is our immense desire, gentle sentient.
  • Na-TaK: You will be compensated profusely, sentient. Gree technology is red equilateral!
  • Minister Sosa: Don't worry. Integration with local military forces is the major's specialty. He'll explain everything.
  • Na-TaK: We are truly advantageous to have such a bisector. I wish most purple tangent for you, sentient.
  • Minister Sosa: What Na-TaK said, I'm sure.
  • Minister Sosa: The shuttle can get you to the fleet, and from there to Major Cobus's ship. Good luck, and thank you.
  • Minister Sosa: He's really the perfect officer for an operation like this. He even did a month-long tour with the Voss.
  • Na-TaK: You had some trouble with your machinery on Coruscant, right?