"Proud Statement: My peak market price was over 9000 Credits. Disappointed Statement: However as I changed hands, my projected market value is now at 500 Credits. Addendum: Still I am a skilled negotiator and able to terminate hostility quite well. My mastery of over 6000 languages can attest to that. Should your needs be more practical, I would be more than happy to adapt my programming accordingly."

Kyzak smirked again. He concentrated; He would need the utmost of peace for this. He was preforming a favorite of his.. The Jedi Mind Trick. "You will sell this fine droid to me for the price of one hundred credits." Kyzak said in a trancing-like tone, staring the merchant straight in the eye.

((I hope N30 doesn't mind me being the merchant, because he's a side character.))
The Toydarian stares at Kyzak for a while.

"Like heck I will. What you think you're trying to pull waving your hand around like that? You think you're some kind of Jedi. Well I got news for you buddy, Jedi mind tricks don't work on my kind. Credits on the other hand."

"Subtle Suggestion: I would like to remind you should my master and owner die, I will automatically acquire their assets for my own gain."

"Hmm.. Alright, fine. Five hundred credits it is, then?" Kyzak said, heaving a heavy sigh. He was just putting on a show, realizing the droid's intent. It truly was a killing machine. Thinking about it, weren't HK droids constructed to assassinate people? Kyzak thought, putting his hand back on his chin.

"Sold! Droid is all yours!" the Toydarian said.

He was too busy counting the credits to notice that his patron nodded slightly to his latest sale.

"Statement: Excuse me meatbag, but you seemed to have dropped this," the HK unit said to his previous owner.

It was a primed thermal detonator that HK-74 had kept in a secret compartment on his person. Replacing the credits in the hands of the Toydarian with it, HK-74 turned to his new master.

"Master, I believe it is best we leave now."

The Master agreed and the two left the area before an explosion rocked the square.

((EDIT: Before you start complaining, I have acquired permission from Kyzak.
EDIT EDIT: 3 am here and I think the typoitis is acting up.))

Kyzak fell to the ground at the shock of the grenade, despite how far he was. "Powerful stuff there.. Can't believe what I just did. So I suppose you ARE an assassin droid, then?" Kyzak asked, getting up rather clumsily.

"Mocking Query: Assassin droid? Condescending Statement: I would have thought that the liquids would have ceased circulation if only for a moment to realise that I am an assassin droid of unrivalled sophistication. Addendum: As long as you do not install the Pacifist Protocol Package."

OOC: Just so you know, I didn't mind you being the merchant.

Kyzak and HK-74

A mysterious man is a few feet away from Kyzak. You both notice he is slowly pulling out a blaster and seems to be ariming it at you as you walk by.

Rall

Rall notices a mysterious man, similar to the ones in the docking bays. The man looks at him, and turns away.

OOC:



Oh, sorry. I edited the post.

"Statement: Master I believe someone has expressed some hostility towards us," the HK unit said to his master before speaking to the man, "Threat: I would suggest you drop the weapon before I cave your temple in meatbag."

OOC: 4 AM, I am going to bed now. Kyzak, feel free to take a little liberties with my character.

OOC: If he wants to, he has my permission.

The man doesn't even answer. He proceeds to hold the trigger and lets go. Kyzak has less then a second to react to this.

As if instinct, Kyzak draws his lightsaber a split second before the bolt hits, deflecting it into the sky above. The blade of the saber was a beautiful and deep silver, the hilt flat and white with pulsing blue lines flowing through it. Kyzak wasted no time, dashing at the figure and aiming a slice for the blaster.

The man foolishly attempts to avoid you, but you end up missing the blaster and cutting his arm off. He faints, and he is bleeding heavily.

"..." Kyzak remains silent, focusing his mind. Wisps of blue began to appear around the man, as the bleeding began to stop, though slowly. "Someone call a medivac! We need to get this guy to the hospital, quickly!" Kyzak shouts, hoping someone will heed his yell.

(As you can see, he'll do whatever benefits him; In this case, he doesn't go to jail.)

Kyzak

Two Ithorians who appear to be medics passing by run over to you, and of course, carrying a few medpacs. They pick up the injured man, without saying a word to you.

Rall

Rall eventually leaves the cantina, taking a glimpse of the man who eyed him. Unknown to Rall, the man is following him out, slowly taking out a vibrosword.

You don’t have any idea how true your words are…

I nod to him and head toward the cantina. I place the gun in my lab coat’s pocket, out of clear sight.