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"Translation: two per cent probability that the miniature organic is simply looking for trouble and needs to be blasted. That may be wishful thinking on my part, master."
HK-47, "translating" for Iziz[src]
"Definition: 'Love' is making a shot to the knees of a target 120 kilometers away using an Aratech sniper rifle with a tri-light scope... Love is knowing your target, putting them in your targeting reticule, and together, achieving a singular purpose against statistically long odds."
"Translation: He requires proof of good faith. We must make a contribution to his people that shows we are not a threat. Shall I blast him now, master?"
HK-47, during Revan's negotiations with the Sand People chieftain[src]
"There is a faction of meatbags called the Sith. They want what any rational meatbag would want – the power to assassinate anyone they choose at any time."
"Shall we find something to kill to cheer ourselves up?"
"Mockery: Oh, Master, I do not trust you! I cannot trust you, or anyone else ever again!"
HK-47, impersonating Carth Onasi[src]
"That was a close one. I almost surrendered completely to peace and pacifism. How repugnant."
HK-47, after the pacifist package is uninstalled[src]
"Mockery: Oh, Master, I love you, but I hate all you stand for! But I think we should go press our slimy, mucus-covered lips together in the cargo hold!"
HK-47, impersonating Bastila Shan[src]
"And of course, they refer to meatbags as 'organics'. Unacceptable."
HK-47, talking about the HK-50[src]
"Statement: Oh, yes, Master. Pain is really the only reliable means by which truth may be obtained... or so I choose to believe."
HK-47, opining on torture[src]
"Droids tend to blend into the background, like a bench or a card table. Mockery: Droid, fetch this. Droid, translate that. Droid, clean out the trash compactor. Part of the love of my function comes when the ‘furnishings’ pull out tibanna-powered rifles and point them at the owners' heads."
HK-47, on his lowly status as a droid[src]
"Observation: I am a droid, master, with programming. Even if I did not enjoy killing, I would have no choice. Thankfully, I enjoy it very much."
HK-47: "Retraction: Did I say that out loud? I apologize, master. While you are a meatbag, I suppose I should not call you such."
Revan: "You just called me a meatbag again!"
HK-47: "Explanation: It's just that... you have all these squishy parts, master. And all that water! How the constant sloshing doesn't drive you mad, I have no idea."
HK-47 and Revan[src]
"As a meatbag would say: 'I have a bad feeling about this.'"
HK-47: "Query: Can I kill him now, master? I would like ever so much to crush his neck, just a little. It is a long-time fantasy of mine."
Revan: "Maybe later."
HK-47: "You hear that, meatbag? I will be back!"
HK-47 and Revan[src]
HK-47: "Suggestion: Perhaps we could dismember the organic? It would make it easier for transport to the surface."
Mercenary: "Hey! Y-you... you can't just rip me to pieces! I'll die!!"
HK-47: "Amendment: I did forget that. Stupid, frail, non-compartmentalized organic meatbags!"
HK-47 brainstorms a solution[src]
HK-47: "Commentary: I say we blast the meatbag and save you the trouble, Master."
Tanis Venn: "What's with all the droids lately? My wife get to you, too?"
HK-47: "Negative. I just don't like organic meatbags. Except for the Master, of course."
HK-47, opining on how to deal with Tanis Venn[src]
"Master, as part of my original programming, I am able to communicate in over six hundred languages. This usually amounted to short verbal warnings when killing non-Basic-speaking targets, which gave me some small measure of satisfaction."
HK-47, describing his protocol functions[src]
Revan: "What legal requirements do you mean?"
HK-47: "Answer: Simply that the distinction between 'killer' and 'killee' be a clear one. I cannot kill of my own volition, naturally."
Revan: "I don't think 'killee' is a word."
HK-47: "Expletive: Damn it, master, I am an assassination droid... not a dictionary!"
HK-47, explaining the legal requirements for referring to Revan as his Master[src]
"Statement: Oh, do shut up, you beeping little trash compactor!"
HK-47, to T3-M4[src]
"Recitation: First, weapon selection is critical. If I see one more idiot attacking a Jedi with a blaster pistol, then I'll kill them myself."
"I do remember that I was very pleased to be the property of a senator. One of his assistants discovered my assassination functions later, through questioning. The assistant was quite alarmed and told the senator I should be scrapped quickly to avoid a scandal. Naturally, the senator had me eliminate the fool."
HK-47, recalling his years in the service of a senator on Coruscant[src]
"Ow! I am poking my own eye sockets! Ow! Stop!"
HK-47, after an ill repair attempt by Revan[src]
Exile: "Are you okay?"
HK-47: "Answer: If by 'okay', you mean the loss of almost all my existing assassination protocols, then no, I am not okay. Furthermore, I seem to have no discretionary control over my vocabulator, causing me to reveal my true function as an assassin droid of unrivaled sophistication."
Exile: "You look a lot like a series of droids that have attacked me."
HK-47: "Answer: Oh, that is impossible, master. If I were out to kill you, we would not be speaking."
―Conversation between the Jedi Exile and HK-47, after the latter's reactivation[src]
"Cheating seems to be a relevant term only when one is caught in the act. Otherwise it is viewed as intelligence, no?"
HK-47: "Observation: We can begin by slaughtering the inhabitants of this building, master. Would that be impressive?"
T3-M4: "Beep-Beep Boop Boooop."
HK-47: "No, I didn't mean us as well, you moronic droid."
HK-47 and T3-M4 discuss the best way to get Revan prestige at the Sith Academy on Korriban[src]
Mira: "Would you please shut him down? He's been like that ever since he arrived. ‘Here's how to kill this.’ ‘Here's how to kill that.’"
HK-47: "Correction: Assassination theory and execution of said theories is my primary function. I also possess excellent hearing."
Mira: "Great."
HK-47, overhearing Mira[src]
"Answer: There are a lot of politicians on Coruscant, Master. I could spend decades slaughtering them and still not make a dent."
HK-47, to Revan[src]
"Aahhhh! What are you doing?! Remove the arc wrench, remove the arc wrench! Medic!"
HK-47, after a failed repair attempt[src]
"Commentary: Your former pupil is efficient and brutal, even for an organic. I rather liked him when you first introduced me to him. If I had known what he would do to you, master, I would have gladly removed his entrails right then!"
HK-47, on Darth Malak[src]
"Commentary: The meatbag speaks without clarity. Detail this agreement or the master will splatter your organs all over the floor!"
HK-47, to Janos Wertka[src]
HK-47: "I was most proud to have partaken in the political system of the galaxy. During the time my owner possessed me, he gained significant rank. Given time, I believe he could have become Chancellor. I even eliminated a few key opponents that he did not ask for... freebies, if you will."
Revan: "You can do that?"
HK-47: "Answer: Certainly. Why not?"
HK-47 and Revan[src]
Revan: "You are just a traveling piece of bad luck, aren't you?"
HK-47: "Objection: That is so unfair, master! Have I not brought you a great deal of satisfaction?"
Revan: "You don't want to hear the answer to that."
HK-47: "Statement: You are a very harsh master, master. I like you."
Revan and HK-47[src]
"I am like a veritable fable, warning against the karma caused by murdering others. A morality tale, if you will. What utter irony."
HK-47, to Revan[src]
HK-47: "Answer: Oh, master, I could not allow myself to harm another. What if they have families? Or children? We must always think of the children. The littlest ones always suffer in war. Musing: I think perhaps I would enjoy learning a new language. Or watching an informative holovid."
Exile: "I think I flipped the wrong switch. Or the right one."
HK-47: "Statement: I am fulfilling my primary function, which is to facilitate communication between species and put an end to hostilities. Greeting: Oh, hello, little T3 unit. I am HK-47, protocol and translation droid."
T3-M4: "Dee... deet?"
HK-47: "Answer: Of course I am all right. Why wouldn't I be? I respect all life. All life is connected and should be nurtured."
Exile: "That does it. That package is coming out of there."
HK-47, after Jedi Exile installs the HK Protocol Pacifist Package[src]
"Application: Searching memory banks. Thruster control; navigational computer; large, bulbous body. I think I am a starship."
HK-47, upon reactivation[src]
HK-47: "Conclusion: You speak the truth. This discovery is also causing me some degree of anger. And humilation."
Exile: "Are you alright?"
HK-47: "Mockery: 'Am I all right?' Oh, yes, master, why, I am fine. Statement: I mean, I have only just been re-activated, only to find out there are sub-standard duplicates of me running all over the galaxy, corroding my good name. But if they are, in fact, hunting you, then I look forward to the opportunity to meet these units – and educate them in proper assassination protocols."
HK-47, expressing distress at the Exile's claims, and confirmation, of the HK-50s' copycat use in the galaxy[src]
"Any time you inconvenience or jeopardize yourself for another, is a vulnerability. In any event, I feel compelled to point out that your self-destructive path of pacifism and sacrifice will only lead to your doom. That may be a trifle melodramatic, but frankly, it is something that all Jedi should hear, and I have been rehearsing the speech for some time."
HK-47 waxes philosophical about the code of the Jedi[src]
HK-47: "Query: Is there someone that you need killed, Master?"
Exile: "Would you stop asking me that?"
HK-47: "Statement: Master, assassination is my primary function. It is only expected that when you speak to me, it is to give me the order to kill."
Exile: "I order you to stop asking me who I need killed."
HK-47: "Statement: Oh, very well, Master. No doubt you are bothering me because you wish to interrogate me with harmless, non-lethal questions. Or perhaps you need the deck of your freighter scrubbed. Or an exciting alien text translated. My circuits are a-buzz with anticipation of what your next task will be for me that does not involve ending the life of an organic meatbag that deserves death."
HK-47 and the Jedi Exile discuss protocol[src]
HK-47: "Commentary: How would you like to be the wholly-owned servant to an organic meatbag? It's demeaning! If, uh, you weren't one yourself, I mean..."
Revan: "Demeaning, is it?"
HK-47: "Qualification: Err... perhaps I did not mean it quite like that, master. I mean... while an artificial life-form is superior..."
Revan: "You're not making it any better."
HK-47: "Commentary: I mean... nice human, goo-oood human..."
HK-47 and Revan[src]
Revan: "Are you deliberately trying to insult me?"
HK-47: "Answer: Deliberation implies some form of intent, master, when I am only stating a fact. Perhaps you would prefer the term liquidious fleshbag?"
Revan: "How about 'human'?"
HK-47: "Objection: But... but that technical term does not accurately portray the vast amount of bulbous slushiness present in your bipedal form!"
Revan takes offense at being called a 'meatbag' by HK-47[src]
"If you happen to change your mind, however, I feel I must tell you I will gladly kill anyone you ask. Please. I beg you."
HK-47, persuading the Jedi Exile[src]
"Statement: I see you have purchased me, master. I find this a satisfactory arrangement. My restraining bolt will be deactivated when you take possession of me. Am I to accompany you now? Shall I kill something for you?"
HK-47, greeting his new master Revan[src]
Revan: "But I'm not your master."
HK-47: "Qualification: You are my master, master. Did you not purchase me legitimately? Am I stolen goods? Shall I report myself to the authorities?"
Revan: "Whoa, slow down there. Yes, I did purchase you..."
HK-47: "Explanation: Then you qualify as my master and I must refer to you as such. The legal requirements for models of my type are very specific, master."
Revan: "Models of your type? What type is that?"
HK-47: "Evasion: Oh... the illegal kind of model, master... you know..."
Revan: "There are legal requirements for illegal models?"
HK-47: "Answer: More than there are for legal models, apparently. That is meatbag logic for you."
Revan and HK-47[src]
HK-47: "Query: Would you rather be caught with contraband that is very illegal or just a little illegal?"
Revan: "What's the difference?"
HK-47: "Answer: About 20 years, master."
Revan and HK-47[src]
Revan: "I guess you're not all bad."
HK-47: "Observation: Neither are you, master. For an organic meatbag."
Revan: "Now, listen here..."
HK-47: "Correction: Err... fluid-filled biped? Watery flesh-sentient? I'll, uh, work on it, master."
Revan and HK-47[src]
"Mockery: Your organic flailings amuse me."
HK-47, to a team of companions[src]
Mark VII prototype: "I have learned to appreciate the value of all life."
HK-47: "That is very sad. Are you damaged? Is it repairable?"
Mark VII protoype: "Negative. It is a result of my own conscious decision, and I would not change my new values if I could."
Mark VII prototype and HK-47[src]
"Commentary: As much as I'm looking forward to butchering our enemies, planet by planet, I have missed the personal touch. Your bones will make excellent trophies to commemorate my return to assassination."
HK-47, to his Sith assailants[src]
HK-47: "Amendment: Then I will endeavour not to refer to you by your meatbag status in the future, master. Does that suffice?"
Revan: "No!"
HK-47: "Query: I am confused. 'No' you do wish to be referred to as meatbag or 'no' it does not suffice?"
Revan: "Are you deliberately trying to insult me?"
HK-47: "Answer: Deliberation implies some form of intent, master, when I am only stating a fact. Perhaps you would prefer the term liquidious fleshbag?"
Revan: "How about 'human'?"
HK-47: "Objection: But... but that technical term does not accurately portray the vast amount of bulbous slushiness present in your bipedal form!"
HK-47 and Revan discuss alternatives to the term "meatbag"[src]
"When I kill, when I dispatch a target, it is not about wanton slaughter. About body count. It is about finesse, function. Doing more with less. It is 'art.'"
"I am a law-abiding droid. Yes, indeed, law-abiding, that's me."
HK-47: "Theory: Imagine, if you will, that you are unique. The pinnacle of an exiled, cast-out Jedi who can't even use the Force. Imagine that no one has sunk lower than you. That you are truly the most miserable example of a Jedi ever."
Surik: "I get it, already."
HK-47: "Continuation: Now that you have that image, imagine this – someone clones you. Badly, I might add. They make the clones talk differently, rob you of any shred of personality, and take your Jedi Code and adjust it so that it is not really the Jedi Code anymore. They even change your pigmentation to a rather poor shade of durasteel, rather than the proper rusty red that inspires fear in targets. And of course, they refer to meatbags as 'organics.' Unacceptable."
HK-47 and Meetra Surik[src]
"For now, please excuse me, master. I wish to meditate upon the face of my former meatbag master as he was electrocuted. I find it most soothing."
Surik: "I've never grown comfortable with killing – and never enjoyed it."
HK-47: "Evaluation: Well, master, that is your problem. Personally, I think you should seek help, but you seem to be the silent loner type, unwilling to admit such weaknesses to another."
HK-47 expresses concern for Meetra Surik[src]

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