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Scene: Geonosian Detention Chamber
The group barely had time to catch their breath before the door to the chamber hissed open again. Jango Fett strode in, blaster pistols in hand, his Mandalorian armor glinting in the dim light. Behind him rolled a squad of Droidekas, their shields humming to life as they encircled the group.
Jango pointed his pistols at Anakin and Obi-Wan, his tone cold and confident. “Surrender now, Jedi. You’re outnumbered and outgunned.”
Obi-Wan raised an eyebrow. “I’ve heard that before. It never ends well for the ones saying it.”
HK-47, unfazed, stepped forward, his rifle raised. “Mocking suggestion: Why not drop your primitive weapons, bounty hunter meatbag? It would save me the trouble of dismembering you.”
Jango smirked behind his helmet. “Cute droid. Let’s see how it fares against me.”
Before anyone could respond, the Droidekas opened fire, their blaster bolts ricocheting off the walls. Anakin ignited his lightsaber and deflected the shots, moving to protect Padmé. Obi-Wan followed suit, his blue blade springing to life as he deflected bolts aimed at HK-47.
“Statement: Your strategy of overwhelming firepower is inefficient,” HK said, ducking behind cover and taking precise shots. His blasts struck the Droidekas’ shields, which shimmered but held firm.
Padmé fired from behind a console, trying to find a weak point. “We’re not getting through those shields!”
Obi-Wan grimaced, narrowly dodging a shot. “Anakin, we need to take out those droids fast. Any ideas?”
Anakin’s eyes darted to a control panel on the wall. “If we can overload the power grid, it might drop their shields.”
HK-47 let out an almost gleeful hum. “Statement: Allow me, Master. I excel at creating chaos.”
While the others held off the droids, HK dashed toward the console, his metal fingers quickly overriding the controls. Sparks flew as the lights flickered, and with a loud hum, the Droidekas’ shields suddenly collapsed.
“Announcement: Shields disabled. Termination time.”
With their shields down, the Droidekas were vulnerable. Anakin and Obi-Wan charged forward, their lightsabers slicing through the droids with practiced precision. HK-47 stood back, picking off any stragglers with pinpoint accuracy.
Jango Fett, realizing the tide had turned, activated his jetpack and launched himself into the air. He aimed his dual blasters at Padmé, firing rapidly.
Anakin leaped in front of her, deflecting the bolts. “You’ll have to do better than that!”
Jango landed, drawing a vibroblade and charging at Anakin. The two engaged in a fierce duel, Jango’s blade clashing against Anakin’s lightsaber.
“Impressive,” Jango taunted. “But you’re no match for a trained Mandalorian.”
“Funny,” Anakin shot back, pushing Jango back with a Force shove. “I was just thinking the same thing about you.”
Meanwhile, Obi-Wan moved to assist, using the Force to disarm one of Jango’s blasters. The bounty hunter growled in frustration but quickly recovered, activating his flamethrower. A burst of fire shot toward Obi-Wan, who rolled to the side just in time.
HK-47 stepped in, firing at Jango’s jetpack. The shot hit its mark, and the pack sparked violently before exploding, sending Jango crashing to the ground.
“Snide remark: A Mandalorian grounded. How poetic.”
Jango struggled to stand, but Obi-Wan was already on him, his lightsaber pointed at the bounty hunter’s neck. “It’s over, Jango. Surrender.”
Jango hesitated, his helmeted gaze flicking between the Jedi and HK-47, who stood menacingly nearby. With a reluctant sigh, he dropped his weapons.
Padmé approached, keeping her blaster trained on him. “We’ll take him back to the Republic. He’ll have to answer for his crimes.”
HK-47 tilted his head. “Query: Are we certain we shouldn’t terminate him, Master? Bounty hunter meatbags have an annoying tendency to escape captivity.”
Obi-Wan glanced at HK, then at Anakin. “Your droid has a point, but we need him alive. He may have valuable information about the Separatists.”
Jango sneered. “Don’t think this is over. You’ve made a powerful enemy.”
HK’s photoreceptors glowed brighter. “Threatening remark: Your words are meaningless, grounded meatbag. I suggest you remain silent before I test the limits of Jedi patience.”
Scene: Escaping Geonosis
With Jango restrained, the group made their way back to the ship. As they boarded, alarms blared across the Geonosian foundry, signaling the approach of more droids.
Obi-Wan looked at Anakin. “This rescue mission is quickly turning into an invasion. We need to leave, now.”
HK-47, dragging Jango unceremoniously by the cuffs, nodded. “Statement: I suggest immediate departure, Master. As much as I enjoy slaughter, even I have limits when faced with endless waves of scrap.”
Padmé took the pilot’s seat and began takeoff procedures. “Hold on!”
As the ship lifted off, Anakin watched the foundry disappear into the distance. His thoughts were already on what lay ahead: war was inevitable.
HK-47, standing beside him, tilted his head. “Observation: If this is the beginning of galactic conflict, Master, I look forward to expanding my database of terminated meatbags.”
Anakin sighed, rubbing his temples. “You never change, do you?”
“Proud statement: A droid of my caliber sees no need for improvement, Master.”
As the Nubian shot into the atmosphere, the group braced for the battles yet to come.