[audio/video]

[therewillbeorder]

I'm not going to waste time asking if there is a way off this backwater planet, it doesn't seem as if anyone has managed something so basic thus far. I don't understand why the natives of this planet seem to be proud of themselves as if this planet is something special despite being so primitive.

But it seems as I am stuck here for the foreseeable future so tell me what this planet has to offer, I'm curious to know.

[When he's done writing he switched to video but all that can be seen is a sheet with neatly written, very premise, Aurebesh symbols written on it-

'I'm sure some of you can read this. What is the last thing you recall before arriving here?'

No one seemed to know about Starkiller and the Hosnian System but he had to make sure and know who else was on this backwater planet. He held the paper there for a few moments before finally cutting the feed.]

Comments

video;

[therewillbeorder]

[He can't say what he was expecting with his inquiry but an older model of Imperial droid was not something he had even considered as a possibility.

But he's not going to answer the question just yet, he never explained himself to droids.]

What is your designation and assignment, droid?

[reexamined]

K-2SO.

[ The name comes easily enough,but uhhhh... Assignment... uhhhhhhh... ]

I am... not on an assignment.

[ Nice save, Kaytoo. ]

You're an Imperial officer?

[therewillbeorder]

Have you been reprogrammed or deactivated then? Where were you last?

[The droid didn't seem to be aware of the First Order at least, that tells him something.]

Yes, I am. You may address me as General.

[Close enough, at least.]

[reexamined]

Scarif.

[ Saying he's been reprogrammed would be saying too much. ]

General what?

[therewillbeorder]

[He paused at that, the last he recalled Scarif was now a wasteland after the rebel attack there. Scarif was also where plans for many Imperial projects, including the preliminary idea concepts of Starkiller, had been kept.]

A pity what happened to Scarif, isn't it?

[There was no emotion in his tone, however. Perhaps K-2SO wasn't there when it was destroyed or hasn't experienced it, at least he gets some warning.]

Hux. You ask a lot of questions for an Imperial droid.

[reexamined]

It is.

[ If it hadn't been completely destroyed, maybe Cassian would have lived. So yes. It is a pity. ]

My specialty is strategic analysis. I ask a lot of questions. General Hux.

[ He's doing so good at lying!! Wow, look at him go!! Even though his speech is stilted and not at all respectful sounding, like a droid should. ]

[therewillbeorder]

You also seem less respectful than most Imperial droids. Your commander must have allowed you a great deal of leniency.

[He could feel a headache between his eyes but he'll take what he can get now.]

Where are you now? I'm going to take over as your commanding officer.

[reexamined]

...Y...es. Leniency was helpful. For creative problem solving.

[ Right, of course a General would want to assemble forces as soon as possible. Expected. Well, somehow, his lying is working, and he should go along with it, for the sake of finding out more information. ]

De Chima.

[therewillbeorder]

I'm sure.

[There is the chance the droid could have been reprogrammed but either way it's something he's going to have to handle and he would rather do it sooner rather than later. And besides, it would be nice to have an Imperial droid at his disposal.]

Where in De Chima? I trust you can give me more precise coordinates.

[reexamined]

At the western edge of the residential district, by the grocery store, but really, it could be easier if I just found you, since you just arrived.

[therewillbeorder]

I appreciate the offer but I will come to you. I'm sure I can find my way.

[He has to figure out his way around eventually and the last thing he needs is people knowing where he lives with Kylo Ren.]

[reexamined]

I will... be there.

[ He's sure put himself in a position here. Whoops. ]

[therewillbeorder]

I'll need your exact coordinates and location then.

[Hux is already grabbing his coat on his way out the door, he's looking forward to potentially having a droid at his disposal.]

to action?

[reexamined]

[He sends his more precise coordinates- across the street from the grocery store he had mentioned, and remaining as perfectly still as he can. He knows he doesn't move like normal KX-series droids would, so he has to play a slightly more believable part here. He'll just need to be... very careful with his words. Maybe he can be believable for at least a few hours...]

action

[therewillbeorder]

[Hux doesn't take long, he doesn't want an Imperial droid just standing around longer than necessary. He's not sure who has been taking care of the droid or giving it orders but as the closest thing to an Imperial officer, he knows he's the only one to handle it.

He doesn't have to look around when he arrived, simply walking up to K-2.]

K-2SO. I am General Hux.

[reexamined]

[Right, yes, he can do this... Easy. Kay makes certain to not move anything except to angle his head downward a little to look at Hux. Should he say hello? Probably not. ]

What is my new assignment, General Hux?

[therewillbeorder]

Tell me about Scarif. Your commanding officer, any information on the garrison. As a droid, I have no doubt you had access to that information. I wish I had some way to test your program, ensure it hasn't been tamperedw with.

[reexamined]

[ K-2SO hesitates, "thinking." He hadn't spoken to any Imperial officers of actual rank, however, the map that he had taken from the other Kx Unit was outfitted with the names of some people in places of command, along his brief searching of personnel files of the Imperials of Scarif, he was actually well prepared for questions about this. If Hux doesn't know much about Scarif, then it's possible he won't know specific details about if he actually belonged to the right people. ]

Scarif was being invaded by Alliance rebels. General Sotorus Ramda was in charge of the Scarif garrison. The last stormtrooper I had seen was TK-4012, on her way to the data vault.

[ All of which aren't lies. So far this is going well. ]

The last thing I remember was being shot.

[ Also not a lie. But his fingers twitch slightly at the memory. ]

... And then I was here.

[therewillbeorder]

You speak rather informally for an Imperial droid. [But then again, from what he knew of Scarif it had once been considered an assignment that was easy, away from the civil war.]

What was your specific function? [He needed to learn to use his power so he could at least try to use the droid since he couldn't reprogram him.]

I can't imagine why there was a strategy droid a shielded archive. [he remarked thoughtfully almost to himself as he looked at K-2, taking a deep breath.] I'm going to give you a few assignments through an Imperial droid hardly blends in here. How long have you been on this planet?

[reexamined]

[ "Informally for an Imperial droid"- oh, I'll show you informal-

Don't you dare. says his Internal Cassian. Luckily, Internal Cassian wins this round. He keeps quiet and instead makes a slight "whirring" sound, as he attempts to stifle any sort of physical reaction. ]

It was... to... lock down the data vault.

[ Hopefully, Hux will buy his delay in answering as just slight lag in his recollection. After all, he's twelve years old, and certainly looks it. His paint has absolutely worn away and chipped in so many places. ]

I have been here thirty-one days, twelve hours, and twenty-five minutes so far. Earth rotations are identical to those on Coruscant.

[therewillbeorder]

Seems a waste of a good strategy droid, even if you are an outdated model. [Hux peered at K-2 before taking out his datapad to take some notes before looking up at him with a frown.]

And what have you been doing in that time? There don't seem to be any other Imperials, who have you taken direction from? I'll be taking over from here as your superior officer. I am not sure how the General ran his command but I expect you to follow orders.

[reexamined]

Outdated?

[That certainly was a slip, but he could only keep his thoughts to himself for so long.]

I-

[No, it's okay, he can save this.]

...Did not know. I am outdated.

[Sure, that works.]

I haven't been taking orders from anyone. There's no other Imperials here. My directive indicates I should gather information to make assessments on situations even if there is no assignment given. So I have been studying this planet's history, to better assess the potential war situation from the growing political tension on this planet.

[He tries to not hesitate before saying-]

I will follow your orders now.

[Except not really.]

[therewillbeorder]

You are outdated by roughly 40 years.

[Sorry, Kay, Hux isn't going to spare your feelings.]

Well, since I can't reprogram you just yet, I'm only going to give you a couple of simple assignments. Even though you're outdated, I suppose there is nothing to be done about that.

[He nodded, not surprised. ]

Of course, you will.

[reexamined]

Reprogram?

[He doesn't even have a moment to be happy about the fact he just lied, successfully. It hasn't even occurred to him yet, but he'll certainly realize it later. For now, there's a greater concern.]

That won't be necessary. I don't need reprogramming.

[He can practically feel Cassian wincing at him saying that.]

[therewillbeorder]

I can tell your commanding officer was more lenient but I am not. [Hux's tone was cold as he looked up at Kay.] I do not tolerate my droids questioning my decisions.

If you are going to find following my orders difficult, I will simply shut you down. Am I understood?