[h1][center][color=sienna]Kabal[/color][/center][/h1]
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Kabal remained still in his seat, the shackles bound around his hands and feet only reminding him of his current vulnerability. The droid knew this, and was most likely reveling in it. Arrogance was an easy trait to possess when your entire quarry was weaponless and bound up like animals. 

Scoffing inwardly at the Ithorian's cowardice, Kabal paid the pacifistic herder little mind, instead showing vague interest within both the Twi'lek female and gutsy Human male. There was a fine line between bravery and stupidity, and these two must have paved the trail of that line. Knowing the Empire, the droid had been outfitted with a restraining bolt - it would be idiotic on their part not to do so. But currently they were all cooped inside a crawler with no Imperial supervision. The droid could easily swing one of its massive arms and shatter a jaw, or crush a sternum in a single instant. Fools still believing death was their only fear in here - [i]No.[/i] All it took to push the tipping point was the dirty Human in the strange accent asking the droid if it served the Empire. Kabal mentally prepared for the worse, ready to dart from his seat if necessary...

And then the droid started giving a speech. Now he was getting irritating. Ubese culture was simple; actions define you, not words. Why give a speech when a blaster bolt to the gut would do? Why threaten when you could jam a Vibroknife through the skull? Words are so tedious, so [i]ineffective.[/i] A warrior has no need for speeches. 

As the droid continued to talk - apparently enjoying the sound of its own voice - Kabal took the time to closely examine its frame. The droid was designed like a tank...and like a tank, it most likely suffered the same weaknesses. The thing was huge and strapped with firearms, yet its legs were small and thin. It's lumbering gait was as cautiously-inclined as it was intimidating. The droid would constantly have to move slowly and deliberately or risk completely toppling. One trip or crippling of the leg and the thing would fall over instantly, leaving a few free moments for one to find and destroy its core. Or at the very least cripple it to the point of immobility. Even if manipulation of the legs was not possible, Kabal could quickly dart under or behind it, forcing it to constantly move in order to track him. Distract it until a weak spot opens, then strike. 

Finally, against all better instinct, Kabal raised his own voice to speak. His speech was quiet; deliberate, and gravelly, filtered by the advanced helmet he wore that altered his pitch with a baritone edge. 

[color=sienna]"Escape with us. Or die by Imperials. Simple choice. You'll be scrapped for losing captives -- how Empire works. Join us: Punish them."[/color] Finishing the paragraph left a bitter taste in Kabal's mouth. How he [i]hated[/i] Basic. So crude - so unrefined. Worse, he disdained drawing attention to himself. But Kabal understood hatred, and how easily its mutuality could unite a people. He had no intention of making friends with any of his 'fellows;' but a sentient, sociopathic war-droid on your side could make all the difference in a firefight. Or at the very least make a decent shield...