Warnings flashed over IG-136's receptors as one of them picked up the sniper taking aim. The advantage to having only a few true blind spots. The weapon was likely either a particle beam or disruptor, meaning difficult to dodge. The calculated choice was overridden by it's self preservation, sacrificing one of it's vibroswords to absorb the blast, disintegrating as soon as it left it's hand. This had been unexpected. Disruptor weapons on a
civilian transport. There was no time, as it seamed one of the meatbags did as told and exited the vehicle, only the swing a vibrosword at it's face. A much slower weapon, easier to dodge, and IG did so gracefully.
Bending backwards at the knees, using it's left hand to maintain stability, the blade missed it's mark by a foot. It's right hand quickly took aim at the sniper, firing several Taze Darts at the assassin. Hopefully a well-fried nervous system would keep it occupied for a while. But there was still the matter of the blade-wielder. Using it's left hand as it's only support, it raised it's legs from the ground and began rotating at the waste, quickly revving up to nearly one hundred rpms. The rotating of it's arm swung the blunt, windmill of pain back around into the face of the human, sprawling him onto the sand. Surprisingly, the fight in this one was admirable and he wasted no time retrieving his blade and getting to his feet.
Audio receptors indicated movement from inside the craft. All with better cover than the droid possessed. A secondary warning alerted it to the presence of another possible assailant behind it. The droid leaped up the side of the ship, gaining both cover and the higher ground, as it began working out it's next actions. Once again, it's audio receptors indicated more movement, but this was the crunching of sand as apposed to the clanking of boots on metal. One of them was attempting to flee. Sure enough, one in imperial armor sprinted over the dunes, even though there was little to nowhere for him to go.
"Clarification: I did not say their would be exceptions to the meatbag fatalities."
With that, a bolas flew from it's arm. However, it had unexpected results. The imperial tripped or stumbled for a moment right before the bolas made contact, causing it to only bind around
one of his legs. Instead of detaining him, it now merely served as a weighted annoyance. Irritating, IG would have to retrieve both the imperial and the bolas later. For now there was still the matter of-
Incoming Comms Communication.
Caller: Master Je'khi Z'roshi.
Accept?
"Statement: This is awkward......."
Transmission Accepted.
Connecting.....
"Well? Where is my payment? Why haven't you caught Zannin yet?"
"Statement: Master, I regret to inform you that the bounty is no longer collectible."
"And why is it this time?"
"Honest Truth: Because there appears to be an eighty ton transport vessel on top of him, Master."
"Say What?! How could you screw this up?!"
"Statement: Fortune telling is not in my list of protocols, Master. I can not predict when random space junk will fall from the sky and by happenstance land on a Zabrak. Let alone that Zabrak."
"You worthless piece of scrap, that's twice now you've lost one!"
"Clarification: The last one, like this one, was not my fault, Master. The Rodian's compatriots abandoned their rescue attempt without first informing their companion. He opened that Air-Lock all on his own, Master."
Spying an opportunity at retaliation, IG pounced at the human, blaster in one hand and sword in the other. All of it's secondary photo receptors were keeping watch for movement, responding with blaster fire at all those in the ship. This was a terrible waste of ammo, but it kept there heads down. IG re-worked it's footing to place the human between it and any snipers, it's blade spinning like a saw in it's rotating hand.
"Why do I keep hearing blaster fire? I thought you said the Zabrak was dead?"
"Clarification: I did. Statement: A new issue has arose, Master."
Another warning flared up as a secondary assailant attacked from behind with two blades. The droid's joints folded up as it rolled like a ball to the side, nearly causing the two to slice each other in half. The issues were starting to pile up, but the only lethal one was the possible disruptor rifle that was still in effect as a major threat. Keeping track of the wreckage for gunners, and now three different vibroswords, the threat rating of this situation was escalating. With three means of attack, the blade-wielding foes could hold IG in place long enough for the other to gain a shot. That was not acceptable. Spinning at the waste like a top, the droid created enough usable space to exit this confrontation. Using it's magnetized feet and enhanced leaping capability, it traversed the side of the ship, firing several more bolts at the passengers inside. For a brief moment, it took note of all those it could see. Noting the two in Mandalorian armor, two humans, one imperial, one human-looking alien with the disruptor, and.....
Current thought Process: What the Sith is that that?!
Searching Known List Of Species....
No Match Found.
ERROR
ERROR
ERROR
ERROR
New Designation For Unknown Species: Insect Thingy.
After nearly being caught in a paradox-loop, the droid scrambled back to the top of the ruined craft.
"Query: Well that be all, Master?"
"..... No. I've accepted a new assignment for you. If you can't take someone alive, then maybe you can keep someone alive."
"Query: Come again?"
"This is it, 136. Dead or Alive bounties are not acceptable. You do this job right, or I'm going to personally see you melted down. I'm transmitting the details now."
Incoming Data Cache.
Assignment Details.
Objective: Escort Target Until Arrival At Destination.
Assigned Destination: To Be Determined.
Target Name: Koda'Rai
Target Species: Aiing-Ti
Target Description:
"........ ....... ........ Exclamation: If I had the time.... I'd calculate what the odds are that this just happened......."
"What? What is it now?"
"Statement: Nothing, Master. This conversation has been most enjoyable, but I must depart. I shall report back soon. Good-bye."
"Wai-!"
Transmission Terminated.
Now there was the issue of defusing a situation it may or may not have started.
" Quotation: If you seek peace, speak softly and carry more explosives."
The droid lowered himself into a covered position, able to easily expose it's selected weapon for this instance.
"Addressment: Would the armored meatbag Koda'Rai happen to be present in this craft? Dictation: Please have your entourage lower their weapons. Specifically the one with the disruptor weapon."
IG swung it's right leg into view, using the photoreceptor in it's knee to spot the sniper in question. Thanks to the crash, many f the vessels contents spilled out onto the sand, leaving little cover inside. With the missile already armed to fire, the droid made his point clear.
"Explanation: It is my current objective to escort the assigned Insect Thingy Koda'Rai until the designated safe destination has been reached. Clarification: However, my protocols dictate an extreme disliking to the possibility of being demolecularized. Please place the disruption rifle on the ground, hostile meatbag sniper."