"Good?" DT-L30 grolwed, his rage once more starting to burn. "What's so good about it?" He asked, his expression filled with fury.
"Hmm." DT-L30 simply watched the the former assassin was flung to the wall. "A close friend, Loreley, one of the pilots you hired. She's dead." He...
"As much as I'd like to accept your offer, I'm still a soldier of the empire. Besides, a war is about to start. And it's not against the rebels."...
Sounds familiar enough. DT-L30 almost laughed out loud when he heard the news. For now he heads for the casino.
DT-L30 sighs as he realized he had no clue where Xarrina was. Then again, she's a crime lord now, so looking for her shouldn't be hard. In his...
He tells them how to contact him, then proceeds to head for Nar Shadaa fo look for Xarrina. And hopefully begin his Force training.
"Thanks." DT-L30 stood up, trying out his new limbs. "I'll avenge Loreley, I promise." He said, his tone dead serious. "I'll see you around Fen,...
"Damn... now all I need are weapons attached on my armor. And I'd be a one man army." DT-L30 whistled in awe as he found out all about his new...
"Well aren't you full of surprises." DT-L30 chuckled, "Yeah that'll do nicely." He nods as the zeltron upgrades his limbs. "Hmm. How about for my...
"Sure, that'll be helpful. And yeah, paint them black. Makes it easier to move around at night, especially if I'm ever on a stealth mission."...
"Fair enough, let's just see what you can come up with then." DT-L30 lets Fendrat continue with his work.
"What do you mean? Couldn't you just use the metal from the armor, instead of regular ones?" DT-L30 replied.
DT-L30 suggests making new limbs out of the metal from the armor they looted.
"Yeah, that's why I need my arm fixed. After this, I'm heading to Nar shadaa to train." DT-L30 said in a gruff voice, still trying to keep his...
"Sure, thanks again." DT-L30 nods, he then turns back, gently closing the door. He puts on some civilian clothes, then heads to Fendrat's shop.
"Thank you.." DT-L30 sighed, his fist was still clenched. His rage still burning. He'd decided after Fendrat fixes his arm, he'd immediately head...
"I... see. Give him my condolences." DT-L30 spoke, "If you'll excuse me. I have things to attend to." He said through grit teeth, the pilot could...
"Kota!?" DT-L30 grits his teeth, the mere mention of his name caused his anger to burn even more. First he takes Meera's arms, now he's killed one...
DT-L30 awakens, answering the door wearing nothing but his boxers. And the fact that he was missing an arm didn't seem to phase him. He opens the...
DT-L30 salutes Vader, and Tarkin as they spoke, "Understood, sir!" He replied. As the sith lord brought their captive to another room. Then as...
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