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Since he was built for a Sith Lord , he hates all living things and often frequently suggests murder as a solution to the party's problems. He can join your party again if you collect replacement parts and fix him up. HK survived for thousands of years when his personality was transferred to a ship's computer. When the ship crashed he found a new body and amassed an army of droids to kill all humans on the planet of Mustafar.

Though his army was defeated, HK escaped, giving the humans a hologram of himself engraved with the word "meatbags" his usual way of referring to humans.

Interesting note about the term meatbag - It was hardcoded into HK by Revan, who found the term humorous, and also because it annoyed Revan's Apprentice - Malak the original meatbag.

HK is voiced by Kristoffer Tabori in both the games. During an official released video for the many operations in Star Wars: The Old Republic there is a focus on the secrets of Darth Revan.

It shows a group of four Empire players that are tasked to force their way into Revan's hidden complex to discover his secrets. After the content in the video is over and the title card plays the screen fades to black, shortly after HK appears and says "Interjection: Silence Meatbags.

HK: Mercenary : There's something out there HK: Suggestion: Perhaps we could dismember the organic? It would make it easier for transport to the surface. HK: HK impersonating Bastila : Definition: 'Love' is making a shot to the knees of a target kilometers away using an Aratech sniper rifle with a tri-light scope. Statement: This definition, I am told, is subject to interpretation.

Obviously, love is a matter of odds. Not many meatbags could make such a shot, and fewer would derive love from it. Master List I. Tool Compare Tool Glossary. HK was a "build-a-droid" figure in and was not sold individually. Jyn Erso K-2SO. Look At All Pre-Orders. Take your figure and find the date stamp on it look on the back of the thighs, bottom of the feet etc It seems you've been around, HK.

HK Answer: I am unsure, master. Any knowledge of my owner prior to him is still deleted. The senator did assume I was a protocol droid, however. HK Answer: It does not seem so, master, no.

He required a protocol droid only and wanted one as cheaply as possible. I do not know who sold me to him. HK Observation: It does seem that way, does it not? I can still remember all the glittering lights of Coruscant. Very pretty. Can we go back there, master? HK I do remember that I was very pleased to be the property of a senator. One of his assistants discovered my assassination functions later through questioning.

The assistant was quite alarmed and told the senator I should be scrapped quickly to avoid a scandal. Naturally the senator had me eliminate the fool. So we're not talking about a nice senator, I see. Sounds like my kind of guy. I hope this man is dead, right? HK Observation: Senators are not nice, master. They are either on top of the game or yesterday's news.

My master told me that frequently, you see. HK Observation: I rather liked the human, myself. For a meatbag, his priorities were in the right place. I felt most useful. HK Answer: Unfortunately so, master.

While he lived, however, I maintained a most useful existence. HK I was most proud to have partaken in the political system of the galaxy. During the time my owner possessed me, he gained significant rank. Given time, I believe he could have become Chancellor. I even eliminated a few key opponents that he did not ask for… freebies, if you will.

You can do that? So he just killed all his opponents? And nobody figured out what he was up to? HK Answer: Certainly. I am an intelligent droid, you know. I see an opportunity and I take it… and my master was most pleased with my work. I could spend decades slaughtering them and still not make a dent. And it is not as if I walked into the Senate chambers with a carbonite explosive. I was very discrete. My best work to date… that I can remember. HK Observation: I think he would have done far better had he not allowed his use of me to become personal.

He set me on his wife. And why would he do that? HK Answer: I am unsure. The human was most agitated and angry. I believe his wife had done something that had displeased him greatly. I was to go to their summer estate and terminate his wife… along with whatever male companion I discovered there. So his wife was cheating on him. So you just kill anyone you're told? And did you? HK Statement: I have no idea, master.

Cheating seems to be a relevant term only when one is caught in the act. Otherwise it is viewed as intelligence, no? Even if I did not enjoy killing, I would have no choice. Thankfully I enjoy it very much. HK I journeyed to the southern continent, but it appeared my master was not far behind me. Apparently he regretted his activation of the protocol.

When I found the wife and her companion, I proceeded to launch my attack… but my master interposed his own body and was destroyed.

It was rather a strange meatbag thing to do, do you not agree? Naturally I shut myself down, my master being terminated. So that's two out of two masters killed. HK Observation: Only so far, master. There are still more memories not recovered, remember? What happened to you then? HK Statement: I believe the senator's wife was unsure what I was or what to do with me. It was she who sold me to the corporate officer, an acquaintance.

Well, it appears he got a conscience at the end. HK Observation: I find that unlikely. Perhaps he was more concerned that the death of his wife would be more likely traced back to him. Have you recovered any other memories? HK Answer: As previously, I have found a few more programs which will enhance my performance. A most gratifying discovery, in fact.

There is still nothing from previous memories uncovered. You will have to operate again if you desire to find them. With luck, I will discover the stimulus to unlock my core and all this will be unnecessary. I do thank you for the attempt, however, master. The death of that owner shut HK down… and eventually his wife unwittingly sold the droid to the executive. How the senator acquired HK is unknown.

HK Access complete: I have accessed information on my owner prior to the senator, master. Most… unexpected. What now? HK Answer: It appears that previous to my ownership by the senator, I was the property of one Bochaba the Hutt on the planet Sleheyron.

And what gruesome fate awaited him? So you were a gangster's assassin droid? That makes sense. Did the Hutts build you? HK Objection: That is unfair, master. While Bochaba may have died gruesomely, I most certainly had nothing to do with it. Well… very little.

HK Statement: So it appears, master. A rather suitable occupation, would you not agree? HK Answer: It does not appear so. Or, at least, Bochaba was not my first owner. He purchased me from somewhere else. HK Hmm. My memory tells me that, for a time, Bochaba was one of the most feared gangsters on Sleheyron. I helped him with this reputation greatly.

Over a span of one year, I terminated a grand total of sentient meatbags. These contracts made Bochaba very wealthy. And so what happened to stop that? You sound proud of that carnage. Don't you care about all those lives lost?

HK Statement: Should I, master? I had no reason to terminate those targets, it was not my decision. I am the weapon, not the wielder. HK Answer: That is correct, master. I do enjoy my work, though my past owners have enjoyed utilizing my functions far more. Strickly speaking, one meatbag is the same as another. Anything I do is in support of my master. HK It was unfortunate but inevitable that eventually Bochaba would overstep his bounds. I had just cleared two Hutt households when the Exchange retaliated.

HK Statement: I was not even present when my old master was assassinated. I did appreciate the artistry behind his demise upon my return, however. How was he killed? That's terrible. You don't even mourn your master? So another master gone because of you. HK Answer: Allow me to say that I have little doubt that residents of that sector were fishing pieces of Bochaba out of their soup for weeks afterward.

HK Observation: According to your own meatbag values, was my master not a heartless gangster and murderer? I will mourn you when you perish, master.

HK Observation: Indeed. Perhaps it is better that my assassination function is inoperable, master, yes? When I perish? No doubt. So far I am three out of three, remember, through little fault of my own. HK I am like a veritable fable, warning against the karma caused by murdering others. A morality tale, if you will. What utter irony. HK At any rate, I quickly shut down upon my master's death. The rival Hutt claimed me along with my master's other possessions. HK Observation: If that Hutt had only known my true function, he surely would not have sold me to a senator he bribed regularly.

You would have preferred to stay on Sleheyron? HK Observation: It would have suited my character, master. I have enjoyed my existence since, more or less, so I do not miss it.

You would have been found out eventually. HK Observation: No doubt, master. It would have been a glorious battle to end my existence with. I would prefer that to rusting on a junk heap. I should dismantle you! HK Supplication: Please, master, have I not pleased you? I cannot control the acts I have performed… perhaps that is why memory is erased? How very self-sacrificing of you. HK Affirmation: HK exists only to serve, master.

Do you remember anything else? There is still more memory that can be restored, however, if you wish to try. As well, I believe I can restore several programs the Hutt installed to improve my performance. Yesss… they are now active. HK Contemplative: I wonder how many more dead masters I might have out there.

A droid can live for a long time, you know. After Bochaba died, another gangster apparently sold the droid to the senator. HK wasn't built on Sleheyron, however, so how he came into the Hutt's possession is unknown. HK Access complete: I have recovered the last of my deleted memory, master. Unfortunately, my history is still not complete. HK Answer: As I did inform you, master, the majority of my memory is still locked within my core. That can only be accessed by the appropriate stimuli.

And I have no idea what that stimuli might be, unfortunately. Sadly, it seems my true origins will always be a mystery. Are you sure your core isn't just damaged? HK Observation: If it was, master, your restorations will certainly have ensured that the proper stimulus restores my core's functions. Sadly, that could have already happened and we missed it, and my core was too damaged to activate.

Oh, woe is me. You are eager to find your origins, are you? HK Query: Wouldn't you be, master? Here I am, surrounded by all these meatbags and all I desire is true perfection. Surely there are more droids like me out there, or is that too much to hope? HK Objection: Oh, fine. Laugh at me, master. Humiliate your pet droid, go ahead. So tell me about this last owner, then.

HK Correction: That would actually be my first owner, master. The first I can remember. I had completed an assassination in Mandalorian space… though I have no knowledge of what my target was or who sent me.

Regardless, my motor function had been damaged and I could not return to wherever I had been sent from. He repaired me… poorly, I might add… and proceeded to use my assassination protocol to raise his rank. It appears no one could resist using your protocol. So there is no way to find out who sent you there originally? Does no one decent ever find you?

HK Query: Do you not have enemies that you would desire eliminated, master? If my protocol still worked, would you not use it? HK Answer: Such knowledge is locked within my core, master, as I said.

There is no way to withdraw it otherwise. Perhaps you are simply fortunate that my assassination protocol no longer functions? No, of course not. That's different. I suppose I would, at that. HK Statement: If you say so, master. HK Statement: See? I provide a function that is useful to others. They merely must learn to use it properly, I believe. HK At any rate, it seems that my Mandalorian owner finally decided to send me against Mandalore, himself.

My poorest performance, sadly. Why is that? HK Answer: I was captured by this Mandalore during the attempt. He was able to reverse my programming and send me after my own master. It was quite distressing. There was little I could do. Needless to say, I dispatched the Mandalorian soldier efficiently.

Once I deactivated, I believe I eventually ended up on the black market and was sold to the Hutt on Sleheyron. HK Statement: So I did. I am not very proud of that, master. The soldier seemed very startled, I must say. You are just a travelling piece of bad luck, aren't you?

HK Objection: That is so unfair, master! Have I not brought you a great deal of satisfaction? You don't want to hear the answer to that. HK Statement: You are a very harsh master, master.

I like you. So you couldn't kill Mandalore, hey? Perhaps my old master was foolish to send me after him. So can you remember anything else? They will improve my performance.

Beyond that, master, there is nothing more I can relate to you. With luck, we will discover the stimulus to unlock my core very soon. This is the last of HK's retrievable memories, however, and it seems the chain is still not complete… HK had been on an assassination mission in Mandalorian space when he was damaged, but does not know who had originally sent him.

Unless the stimuli to restore his deeper core is discovered, the details may never be known. HK Negatory: I believe that there are no further deleted memories which can be safely retrieved, master.

All earlier memories reside in my core.