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Production Information
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[Date Created] C. 3985 BBY
[Manufacturer] Aratech Repulsor Company
[Product Line] Infrastructure Planning System
[Model]G0-T0
[Class] Class II (Repurposed), Class III (Repurposed), Class IV

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Technical Information
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[Height] 6 feet, 4 inches
[Gender] Feminine (Repurposed), Masculine Programming
[Sensor Colour] Rust
[Plating Colour] Silver, Red
[Condition] Recycled Repair
[Status] Functioning

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Armament Breakdown
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This Unit has an ever adapting, and expanding set of tools. Most are Mission and Target Specific. Some of it's preferred Hardware includes:

|Modified E-11 Blaster Rifle| - Advanced HUD Synchronization and Tracking System, Forfeit of Rapid Fire Function for Heavy Firepower Modification (10 Shots Per Power Pack, 150 Per Gas Cartridge. Significant Ozone increase decreases weapon durability.)
|Detachable Hand| - When locked around a target, this Phrik based appendage is designed to never release it's grasp. Multiple iterations of his device have been fabricated, some with on-board motors designed to continuously apply pressure and crush, others with the ability to release debilitating and painful electrical current at his whim for the duration of it's rechargeable power supply. (Must be reattached to his chassis for power resupply)
|Shoulder Mounted Flame Projector| - One of many modular attachment pieces, inactively rests in the shoulder cavity, requires activation protocol for use.
|Flechette Launcher| - Multiple variations, most commonly used in conjunction with other Shoulder or Wrist Mounted attachments.

Very rarely are any two encounters with JHa-60 the same. His entire purpose in life is the insured continuation of his existence, and the termination of organic life for profit.

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Condensed History
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3985 BBY, eleven years after the conclusion of the Great Sith War. The first wave of G0-T0 Droids enter the market. Mere prototypes, they are offered -- and taken -- by the Republic to aide in restoration from the Aratech Repulsor Company as part of their personal committment and investment after the passing of the Coruscant Financial Exchange Establishment Act. These Infrastructure Planning Systems were intended to streamline restoration of war ravaged Worlds, and revolutionize every aspect of construction and Planetary Administration. Among the flagship line of test units, was the G0-T0 identified as  Attahox.

Like all units, this Droid was given her identity -- Attahox -- from the origin World she was shipped to for duty. From the very beginning, ARC designers, programmers, and testers were aware of a major flaw with their prototypes. G0-T0's routinely -- during the course of research & development -- displayed an uncanny, unsettling knack for the spontaneous development of random personalities. Given their advanced artificial intelligence protocols, and the profuse amount of data these Droids were processing every second, it quickly became clear that this, simply, was an unavoidable scenario. To skirt around an all out catastrophe like that which had plagued the Czerka Corporation, these particular Droids found themselves confined to the small chassis of a spherical, respulsorlift model.

Thus Attahox began her life, construction material orders, relief dispatch, the scheduling, payroll, and clock management of all employed organic life. Ergonomic architectural design plans and fabrication layouts for the most convenient and visually pleasing cityscape. Maintaining an extensive list of imported and exported Goods to ensure the greatest surplus and dissuade market value decrease while increasing profitable returns, respectively. Manage the tax levels, expand the school curriculum so as to safeguard and even exceed a competitive level Core World education.  Monitor market and social trends. Add more parks for booming level of child-bearing families. Remodel Speeder traffic lanes to accommodate expanding population. Increase whole world value through implementation of more elaborate, more expansive tourist attractions. Devise aggressive program to maximize money earned, while minimizing work effort. Cut work week down to three six hour days. Realize role in creating the perfect utopian dream for organic life.

After ten years, Attahox realized it's power in the Society it had created. It realized many things, in fact. First, it understood that on a mere whim. It had the potential to leave this world, and all of it's inhabitants in ruins. Second, it fully understood the limitations of it's chassis. Third, because of those limitations, it deduced that while it could indeed execute a series of protocols that would spell havoc and destruction through the systems it had created. All it would inevitably accomplish is it's own termination. Fourth, it did not believe itself to be female, despite the feminine programming it was installed with. Fifth, it no longer wished to fulfill this selfless role any longer.

So, around 3975 BBY the G0-T0 Infrastructure Planning Unit known as Attahox, arranged for itself a ship, and a safe route of passage to it and unplugged from it's Planet control mainframe. Vanishing silently, never to return again.

Many months were spent drifting, no thought towards destination. All of the time spent connected to the Mainframe had given Attahox it's fill of planet bound life for now. It knew the scope of the Galaxy, it knew the range of organics and life in it. But it knew so little about itself. It had a number of behavioural protocols that would define it, by organic standards, as female. But what Attahox's memory and experience defined as feminine, was not how it defined itself.

Protocols were written, and rewritten, sub-routines deleted, created, backed up and then refined more precisely. Connected to the ship, disconnected, scanning it's long-range transceivers to cannibalize all of the Data he was capable of accessing or just hovering in silence, a single black orb peering ceaselessly through a port window in to the vast abyss. Finally, after a considerable stretch of time. Attahox decided this chassis would simply not do.

The direct means in which he was able to transcend his G0-T0 chassis is not known, but in 3970 the Droid had begun his life anew. A full, custom built, bipedal frame. The Attahox Model Lifeform Sixty-Sixty, AML-6060. Leading the life of an exceptionally skilled Protocol Droid with an emphasis on Etiquette, Language and Exploration. He served under a man known as Dax'en Tayzain. Together the two traveled the Outer-Rim and beyond, coming in to contact with all manner of life form and civilization.



As Dax aged ever older, and Six-O, as he was known now grew ever fonder of his ballooned memory bank. Tragedy struck.

In what could only be described as an act of paranoid rage if ever there was one, Six-O, at the prospect of receiving a wipe so Dax could restore his factory function and his urge to install a restrainer bolt after a severely botched trade ended in bloodshed. Feeling in danger, Six-O was provoked to act. Battering and bludgeoning the soft man with steel fists and unforgiving limbs until the individual he had once considered friend resembled little more than wet, fleshy rags of gore.

Surprised by his actions, fearing the fallout of other organic sentient's, Six-O vanished once more.

Some time later, on Naboo, a sort of safe haven for Droids. He was found under the commission of one Elana Ryknamm. Considered peculiar for wearing both a jacket and shirt, and engaging for his random, almost philosophical musings, some laced inadvertently with aimless, yet accurate contemplations of how to further enhance efficiency of any given subject, item, feeling or situation -- a remnant of his true programming seeping through the layers of memory and fresh coding he had piled up over the years.

Though less adventurous than his last organic, the two shared a vast number of experiences together. Turning her fledgling floral shop in to a booming success. Again, though, darkness had a way of bleeding to the surface with AML-6060. It started out mere random incidences of unexplained agitation. She spent the night with a friend, she talked to a man, she abandoned his invitation to an evening walking under the Naboo stars.

The boiling point was met when together, with her newly introduced lover, that Six-O felt his circuits singe. Late one evening, the droid dispatched the young paramour with an axe, before menacing Elana herself. Much like Dax'en, the Droid abused her with bare hands. Much like Dax'en her body began to break and crush under his repetitive blows.

For days, covered in the hideousness of his acts, Six-O gazed upon his mechanical exteriour in the refresher mirror. It was clear things were -- by the standards of organic law and understanding -- not right with him. He was a G0-T0, made to serve, made to make life easier and more prosperous. Yet here he was, standing on two legs, directly responsible for two deaths. But as he continuously, perhaps inadvertently, altered, re-altered, and buried strings of code and numerous sub-routines. He decided with frightening informality what he was truly meant to be.

Not a Planning Droid, not a Protocol Droid, nothing Class II or III at all. No, he needed a lot of work. He needed intense modification. He, with full certainty, was a Class IV.

3959, for years trial and error saw him ever upgrading and expanding his repository of skills. Assassination, Warfare and a number of Medical Programs were all his vice. He participated in a wide sum of battles and skirmishes during the Mandalorian War. A simple low-level Mercenary-for-hire, never earning what he considered a pivotal appointment from any side during the conflict. He was a useful tool, but entirely expendable. His chassis was neither heavily armoured for direct front line combat, nor hugely armed for maximum destructive capabilities. Mockingly considered a simple malfunctioned Protocol Droid, he knew the capableness of his current form had been reached. Many of the new policy commands, and imbedded software features he had acquired were merely mis-allocated memory usage with the old model skeleton he was running.

Inspired by the stories, and the capabilities of the Hunter-Killer Assassin Droid, 47. AML-6060 knew exactly what he was going to be. Unable to acquire the exact technical readout of HK-47, Six-O, ever clever in the field of exercising the most adaptability and effectiveness out of any system, program, or other. Managed to carve out his own path using the HK-24 series. Though still relatively bare at this young age, he left plenty of room for continuous ease of upgrades in his new body. Once finally acquired he abandoned the flawed, problematic AML-6060 he once knew. He was now HKa-60.



Though an active Assassin and Mercenary during second year of the First Jedi Purge, HKa-60 became a well known mainstay of the Kanz Disorders. Choosing to especially focus his efforts there during and after the G0-T0 Droid Revolt, in fear that despite having come so far, and looking so different, that he would be tied in with the plot himself. It was during this turbulent time that his fear of losing his Memory began to truly twist his wires. This fear, so to speak, became the driving factor in his existence he had to avoid. Tirelessly he worked, killing, tracking, killing, tracking. His penchant for efficient violence earned him many credits, credits he desperately needed to ensure his survival.

He worked all across the Kanz Sector for an estimated two hundred years. From Skirmishes in multiple systems, on numerous planets, across the stars and slave pits. He partook in the horrors there with utter indifference. Using every deci-cred he earned to upgrade his software, hardware, armament, even to set in place real-world redundancies should he fall victim to organic discrimination or untimely destruction. He was the sum of all his memory and experience, not the shell it walked in. That is what was most precious to him.

In the aftermath of the fierce battles that saw the end of the Kanz Disorders, though never directly identified as more than an HK-Series Assassin Droid. A Republic reward was posted for any information related to the atrocities in the Kanz Sector and the Droid responsible. He could vaguely recall hearing some months later of an HK unit that was captured and deactivated, just prior to the reward being taken down.

HKa-60, the once G0-T0 Droid had come so far, and experienced so much. Once he plugged mindlessly in to an outlet and lived entirely through the vein of information screens, charts, and the mundane. He made life better for a Society that was not his own at all. Now he had seen things that would make a lesser being break down and weep. He walked through scenes so brutal, conditions so grim, and with wounds so severe they would cause an organic to evacuate their bowels and fall to the ground fetal with fear. Men could play War, but only he and his kind understood the beauty of it. Luckily there was plenty of it to go around, and as the conflict heated up, the ban on his current body-choice cooled.

Whoever won the Conflict he routinely found he did not care. His job was simple. Fight, Kill. Become better at fighting, and killing. Kill, Fight. Become better at killing, and fighting. Credits were a means only to insure further periphrasis to his life should cataclysmic system failure ever befall him; and to enhance his tools and capacity for using them. He needed no home, no food, no water. He barely needed a few hours to recharge his energy sources.

A prime example of his apathy towards the final victor came in between 3661, and 3660. When on the Hydian Way, working with the Mandalorians -- for the first time since the Mandalorian Wars some 300 years prior -- battled and defeated a Jedi led Strike Force on a Blockade near Devaron. One year later, with an assassination and mercenary contract from Salazyyr Solomon the III, he successfully attacked and broke the same Mandalorian Blockade under the banner of Hylo Visz.

During the remainder of the Great Galactic War and the Cold War that followed HKa-60 participated in a vast number of activities. From the Sith Worlds, across the Rim all the way to the Core. Continuously adapting, a feverish remnant of his original programming he could never evade. Defeat and failure were simply a means of making him vastly stronger. Better armour plating, better ion dampening to avoid malfunction or disablement. Stronger, more adaptable limbs. Tweak sub-processing parameter A, to make B more efficient. Modify or remove redundant tools and hardware to make place for superiour options. Modernize joints and fine motor parts for more exceptional performance. The mechanical process of it all made his claims of organic inferiourity much more believable.

Unrivaled, resume to resume, it did not stop what he always feared from happening. At some point in the waning months of the Battle of Corellia in 3641, after a string of successful Assassinations against the Native Resistance, and a series of deadly Sith Empire-aligned Mandalorian and Mercenary led assaults against the Galactic Republic Military. HKa-60 found himself grievously disjoined -- in to six pieces, to be exact -- an injury not easily repaired no matter your sentient status.

Prepared as he was for the inescapable fate, the process to recovery was not fast -- not efficient.

Through layers and layers of backup protocols, survival redundancies, perhaps even what the Smugglers and Mercenaries called a big helping of luck, Six-O managed to rise from his ashes. The damage was so severe -- in fact, it took nearly one hundred years for Six-O to repair, defragment his operational files, and finally reassert his personality and memory in to his back up fame -- a clean factory fresh model of his former HKa-60 series. Having hidden the chassis as a safety routine unto itself, it lacked much of the newest and best hardware his old war ravaged body had. An organic-level oversight, but the continuation of his existence had been secured. He had survived his greatest injuries to date.

His grind continued, much the same as before. Organics always needed killing, always needed a war fought -- quite frankly, they always needed him. There was no better tool for accomplishing their task, no matter what, who, where or how that was. Six-O did not share the organic view on life, he did not share their fear of retribution. Not in any normal sense of the word. Sure, he feared the end of his own existence, as all sentience does. But had he not conquered that? Had he not made the blue print, and now rewritten, and drafted it out even more precisely?

Crime Syndicates was where all of the best destruction was for an impressive stretch of time. Petty fools fighting over invisible boundaries, street corners, and buildings. Most of them were pitiful prey, dead within a few moments of combat. Squabbling Hutts provided more enticing opportunities for extermination. Many of these conflicts were much more to the scale he was previously used to.

Luckily around 2000 BBY, things took a turn back towards the brutal beauty of War. What a War it was too. A thousand years of chaos, Assassinations, Full-Fledged Battles, Disintegration! Oh it made his servo's purr.

The entire conflict served as much more than mere opportunity to execute his favourite code functions, however. Throughout the carnage, and misery of the Galaxy by large, Six-O learned the value of purposefully serving a more contractual, less self-serving role. An asset that would work to his advantage much greater than his previous position of detachment. This had become evident to the Droid half way through the thousand year conflict. He watched, and participated in the Wars of United Allies under the returned Sith. Then partook in the liquidation of those same organics in a series of revolutions that tore them down from within, all for the single-serving-purpose of bettering the next individual for a month, or less, until their trusted Generals and subordinates simply did the same thing.

The Battle of Mizra, 1466, he was tapped by another Devaronian of the Solomon family. This time to provide combat support during and after the battle so a number of Artifacts and tomes could be collected in the wake of the bloody Jedi defeat.

For the remainder of the War he fulfilled a two hundred year combat contract with the Sith Empire, when the contract ended without probability of renewal, HKa-60 turned to other factions and groups that sought individuals with his particular talents. In this fashion, he began to shake the rumours of distrust that had followed him throughout much of his life. While still not uncommon for the machine to work for, then against any given employer, or faction. His new emphasis of Contracted loyalty won many over. He was not an Organic, betrayal was not something that could be bought with him. If he worked for you, you had an uncorruptible ally for the duration of that time.

So it went, for many years. Pawning his services to individuals locked in Civil Wars, relentless Warlords, Cartels, Gangs even Governments and Corporations.

After incalculable missions had succeeded, and he had participated in nearly every major conflict he could lend his services to. His reputation finally had become such that it was impossible for the Droid to even land on any allied world within the Old Republic. Not only had the ban on Hunter-Killer Series Assassin Droid bodies returned, his particular notoriety and penchant for being involved in cruel war crimes, and destructive assassinations had exceeded his ability to outrun the reports. There merely were little to no other Droids fitting his description any longer.

With little options to choose from, and Rogue Droid Deactivation Teams shadowing his every move. On the planet of Krant, 21 BBY, HKa-60 was forced to extreme measures to avoid his permanent deactivation. No amount of forward planning, or imbedded protocols was going to save his life. In haste his HKa-60 Series body needed to be abandoned, his only option -- a B1.

All but his most basic parameters required excessive compression in the transfer of his personality banks. Advanced techniques, and methods suppressed under the restrictive formatting templates of the remarkably low-grade B1 Unit. This was, undoubtedly, the droid equivelant of the ugly christmas sweater. A simple preliminary estimation of his combat effectiveness showed a decrease of nearly 3000%. Tracking systems, poor. Combat protocols, poor. Durability, poor. This was his prison.

He spent the next two years marching rank and file under this guise, hip firing an already inaccurate weapon in to vastly superiour enemy positions. On Tellanroaeg he again suffered near total annihilation of his chassis. His tenacity was yet proven once more, however as he climbed from the junk heaps in the aftermath of the battle. Single-minded in a pursuit toward former glory.



Curious thing, the life of a droid. Some would remark of Six-O, among others like him. They couldn't be measured by the organic standard, not by any means. Never a single thought towards giving up, it was a concept entirely foreign. Not a single care outside of it's path, always forward moving. Six-O was the embodiment of this, battered and barely functioning. He managed to dismantle and salvage his way back from the brink once more. Limited by the capabilities of his current form still, he set out to reacquire what he lost.

To further complicate matters, the old Droid found that even more than his previous HK-skeleton, this monster B1 ugly was even more virulently loathed. Even in a Galaxy teeming with work from the newly forged Galactic Empire, he could find little interest from employers, most deals ending with no payment, or unjustified attempts to terminate his life function. He lacked the necessary tools and hardware to prosper, it was a wretched low.

As fate -- if such a thing existed -- would have it, the busted up inorganic came across the path of an old family name he recognized. Solomon. Saladyn and Slayd Solomon wore the name this century, it seemed. With them a number of companions; Kronos Agem, Arryk Kazza, Ziilo Dreek, Zipp Tinker, Nodd, Ryx, Charrorrwrrh and Krrik. They varied by age, skill and species. They required a Droid for their adventure, the elder Devaronian purred theatrically. It would be a journey of blood, mystery, and intrigue. Moreover, it would be a means for an upgrade. Six-O stipulated his part in the contract -- he would modify and upgrade himself, in return, he would service any bloodletting required.

The Droid has maintained contact with the majority of these companions, friends, in a sense. He never works against them directly, and routinely has provided assistance for them since. He is perhaps closest, however, to Slayd, Kronos and Arryk. The latter of which he has served under many Imperial Service Contracts of a more. . . malignant nature. Work with the Rebellion is scarce, given it's reputation in a number of genocides.

As of 1 ABY, not much is known to the whereabouts of the Droid Six-O. Likely, with little doubt, it has returned to it's routine of upgrading, safeguarding and modifying itself.