HK-13 had been deactivated for a long time.  But suddenly he felt electrons coursing through his circuitry.  The first thing that was fully reactivated were his audio sensors.  He could hear the deep rumblings of the Ithorian droid shop owner who currently owned him.  He said in very halting and accented Basic: "Are you sure you want this one?  He's dangerous."

That phrase seemed to trigger memory accesses in HK-13's memory banks.  HK-13 remembered people running and screaming, and someone shouting "Shut it down!  Shut it down!"

The memory ended, and HK-13 could hear another voice speaking in Basic answering the droid shop owner: "Then he's perfect for my next mission.  I'm going to need some protection and some firepower.”

HK-13's visual sensors activated next.  As they did he could sense within his visual range a middle-aged white Human male with a neatly trimmed brown beard and short brown hair looking over him.  He appeared well groomed, with a fashionable cape draped over his shoulders.

HK-13's upper body locomotion powered up, allowing him to sit up.  When he did, the Ithorian droid shop owner also moved into view.  "Well, I'll need you to sign some waivers before you purchase it."

"Gladly," the Human replied and moved closer to the Ithorian, who was holding out a datapad.  HK-13's systems continued to come on line as the purchase was finalized.

"Okay," the Ithorian said.  "It's official, the droid is yours.  To be honest, I'll be glad to be rid of that one."  He came over and removed a restraining bolt that had been attached to HK-13's torso.  The Ithorian seemed to flinch after removing the restraining bolt.

"I am Lor San Tekka," the Human said in introduction.  "What is your designation?"

"I am HK-13-" HK-13 felt the need to say more but for some reason couldn't seem to retrieve additional data about himself.

"Very well, HK-13.  I believe I would like you to have a blaster."  Lor turned to the Ithorian and asked, "You sell blasters as well, do you not?"

"Yesss," the Ithorian answered slowly, seeming to get nervous again with the thought of the droid having a weapon.

"Good.  HK-13, you may choose any weapon for which I can get a license," Lor told the droid.

HK-13 looked at the options and felt a mix of excitement and revulsion at the selection of deadly weapons.  He eventually settled on a Concussion Rifle as it made him the least uncomfortable.

"An interesting choice," Lor commented.  "I think we're going to get along just fine."  Lor purchased the weapon, then escorted HK-13 out of the droid shop and started walking up the street.

OOC: Is there anything HK-13 would like to say while they walk?

OOC Nope.

After walking along in silence for a short while, Lor spoke up.  "HK-13, if I asked you to, would your processors and algorithms allow you to withhold information from another member of our travel group?"  Lor looked sidelong at the droid as he continued walking alongside him.

HK-13 ran a diagnostics on his systems.

"Yes, I am programmed for both combat and infiltration," he replied.

"Excellent!" Lor exclaimed.  "The other member of our party is my granddaughter, Elna Echols.  Her mother--my daughter--thinks I am too old to be gallivanting around the galaxy, so she has sent my granddaughter to keep an eye on me under the guise of Elna wanting to see the galaxy.  Elna thinks I am purchasing you to protect myself, and though that is true to a certain extent, I am really purchasing you to protect her."  Lor stopped, put a hand on HK-13's arm, and looked straight into the droid's faceplate at this point.  "If there is ever a choice between saving me and saving my granddaughter, you are to save her.  Do you understand?"  Lor raised his eyebrows inquisitively.

"As my master I am required to follow your instructions."