Before - Legends Target Acquired: Meatbag

Target Acquired: Meatbag

Combat.

Oh, the very word tickled at the positive thought modules nestled safely within my armored body. Although such a weakness should never be admitted to anyone, especially not the master.

My targets systematically rose and fell as quickly as they had aimed their weapons. Their screams -only audible through my state-of-the-art audio filtering due to the cacophony of oh-so-precise shots from the customized Series 117 WastEm Rifle - rung like music.

?Please, please!? my objective pleased as he coughed up blood all over my armor. For a moment I pondered whether or not I should leave the blemish uncleaned as a battle trophy. ?I?ll do anything, just please don?t do this! I?m just a simple man!?

My mechanically superior intellect scanned through several billion responses in milliseconds. I chose one with relative ease.

?Clarification: No, you are a meatbag.?

If only the master could have seen what I did thereafter with his own eyes. He would have been quite pleased with his creation. However, the damage that had been dealt to my expertly crafted self would be quite costly to repair, not to mention the miscellaneous blotches of blood from different species which would need to be cleaned off immediately.

It was a shame, really. I rather liked the look - most likely why several Mandalorians wore the braids of Wookiee victims - but I had made the mistake of getting the green blood of a Trandoshan on my left forearm, which utterly clashed with the color scheme the other layers of blood had made. I especially relished the way the dark red of Human blood streaked across my chest. It was to die for. My main target, lying on the ground in a position only the most flexible of Twi?lek dancers could twist themselves into, would agree.

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This is by far the shortest thing I've ever written. Ever. It's the product of a crazy plot bunny that was accidentally let loose via a misguided muse. Even so, I think any more would make me sound an awful lot like a sadist bastard. :p

 

I feel bad laughing, but this is hilarious! And dark...

?I?ll do anything, just please don?t do this! I?m just a simple man!?

My mechanically superior intellect scanned through several billion responses in milliseconds. I chose one with relative ease.

?Clarification: No, you are a meatbag.?





NOW WRITE CHAPTER 51, DAMMIT.

 

That green Trandoshan blood just doesn't go with anything this season.

Interesting, albeit disturbing, vignette.
I like it.

 

LOL that was great man.

 

that was awesome! hk47 is awesome.lol well done

 

That was strange, disturbing, morbidly amusing...I love it!

 

*giggles* Loved it. HK is hilarious.

 

?Clarification: No, you are a meatbag.?




Nice.

 

Nice Job, I love HK.

 

Highly amusing plot bunny you had there! I love HK-47.

 

Copying everyone here: hilarious piece you got there... just the good ol' HK117... err HK-47... missing him...



Keep it up, Darth Hommage.

 

My mechanically superior intellect scanned through several billion responses in milliseconds. I chose one with relative ease.

?Clarification: No, you are a meatbag.?


That was really funny (in a disturbing way). Loved his concern over clashing color scheme.

 

I like how you protray HK-47

 

Hmm, am I the only one who doesn't love those HK units? They scare me. This is why.
Well portrayed, mate.

 

You should let your muse lose direction more often. Maybe the poor guy can stain the green blood a different color.