#KX-Series Security Droid

[michaelsmuseum]

KX-series security droid staring

[robcoopz]

Jedi: Survivor: Imperial Droids

[jonberry555]

Star Wars Jedi Survivor Livestream Gameplay Clips

Stormtroopers Attack Cal Kestis and Merrin on Jedha

2 KX-series Security Droids Attack Cal Kestis and Merrin on Jedha

Kind of weird that The Empire Bricked Up 2 KX-series Security Droids in a random room on Jedha with no Exit

[ghostymarni]

first round of droid companion ideas for my mandalorian OC

so far, I’m leaning towards a reprogrammed KX-security droid with a deep baritone voicebox

I had a mental scene play out of KX (unofficial name) meeting Fox, + KX immediately not liking him “you can not protect her, commander”.

then KX walking passed Fox, following me out of the room whispering to Fox:

edit: the enforcer security droids were created during the galactic empire, which is a connecting story line after order 66. While this is just the beginning of character development, I think if I’m creating a loose time accurate storyline, KX would be a rare prototype enforcer droid before the empire was made official, who was discarded before the republic fell.

[comicchannel]

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[kweenhera]

Kleya as Mon's head of security, New Republic

[Excerpt from fanfic Rebellions Eat Their Own]

Coruscant, New Republic Interim Capital,5 ABY

“I still say she should have been Supreme Chancellor,” Admiral Ackbar grumbled. “A thousand-year tradition tossed overboard, and for what? Optics?” That last word was delivered in a tone that suggested little respect for the concept and less for its proponents. 

   “Reminds people too much of Palpatine. You might as well make her Emperor then, that’s what the Gerrerists say.” This was General Organa’s husband, the Navy Liaison Secretary. He spoke casually, as if he was only half-paying attention to the proceedings. His companion, the Wookiee, growled noncommittally in Shyriiwook.

   “Gerrerists, pah! They despise her, always have. The day I take advice from their camp, feel free to have me court-martialed for incompetence. We should have distanced ourselves from those cranks after Yavin, you mark my words Solo.” 

   “Easy now, Gial. Think about your blood pressure. I don’t want to be the one to tell your wife if you collapse on the Senate floor.” This prompted an almost certainly performative display of offense from the Mon Calamari, and the two soldiers kept up their banter for the remainder of the investiture ceremony. Kleya Marki cursed the event planner that had seated her next to the two most tedious members of the interim government. 

   Like Secretary Solo, Kleya was not giving the ceremony her full attention. As Director of Capital Security, her mind was instead fully occupied by the myriad of security risks which were her responsibility. Her mind was a labyrinth of ingress and egress points, dead angles, threat assessment reports and an exhaustive list of every bounty hunter and blaster-for-hire that had entered Coruscant over the last six months. She had personally overseen the deactivation of every KX-series droid in storage on Coruscant, and dedicated a not-insignificant portion of her budget to set bounties on those that remained unaccounted for. Her team had near-enough disassembled every single repulsorpod platform in the Senate Chamber as part of their inspections. They’d come away with a treasure trove of Imperial surveillance devices, but no signs of sabotage. Predictably, this did not ease her nerves. Later in the evening, when things began to go wrong, she would have reason to appreciate the sensitive nerves that a lifetime of subterfuge had cultivated in her.

It began when Chancellor Mothma’s repulsorpod docked at the wrong door. On any other day, Kleya might have chalked this up as a simple mistake or a spur-of-the-moment detour. But her instructions to the Senatorial Guard had left no room for misunderstanding. They had even rehearsed it. She felt the pit of her stomach tighten.

   “Something’s wrong,” Kleya said. "Raaaarrrgh!", said Chewbacca.

“Quite right!” agreed Ackbar. “She does look grandiose in that outfit. Reminds one of the good old days of Chancellor Valorum…”

   “Shut up, all of you. Come with me.” She rose suddenly and began to walk quickly to the turbolift in the exterior corridor. The three veterans she had been seated with followed with looks of confusion on their faces. Solo and Ackbar looked confused, anyway. The Wookiee was difficult to read. 

   “You’re armed?” she asked with a glance back at them. “Sure,” Secretary Solo drawled. “Chewie has two of them, right Chewie?” The Wookiee growled affirmatively and brandished his muscular arms. Kleya had to hold back a rude comment. Whatever it was that a woman like Leia Organa had seen in this two-bit HoloNet comedian continued to evade her. Though to be fair , she thought, she’d hardly be the first aristocratic girl to look for comfort with a ruffian like him . They entered the turbolift and she punched their destination into the console. 

   “Director Marki, you’ll oblige me by telling me right now what’s going on.” She found herself standing to attention by pure force of habit. The stodgy, quarrelsome Mon Calamari who just minutes ago had been complaining about ceremonial propriety was nowhere to be found. Ackbar was cool-headed under pressure, she reflected, which was perhaps what she respected most about him. She collected her thoughts and replied.

   “They’re going to try to kill the Chancellor. I don’t know who’s responsible or what their plan is, but it’s happening. We need to get to her right now, or she’s gone.” A hush settled on the cramped turbolift that felt like it lasted for an eternity.

  “Elaborate,” Ackbar barked, like a starship commander addressing a panicked junior officer. Not too far from the truth, Kleya admitted to herself. She had served on his bridge as an ensign at Endor.

   “She’s due on the Presidium in,” glancing at her chrono, “eighteen minutes and fifteen seconds. There’s one route through this building that gets her there on time, and she’s not on it. I mapped it out myself.” She turned and met Ackbar’s gaze. “If I’m wrong, feel free to have me court-martialed for incompetence.” The admiral nodded.

   “I won’t,” he said after a moment. “Though I can’t speak for the rest of the Council, even if you’re right.” He crouched, reached into his long-flippered boot and retrieved a hold-out blaster. Solo was also holding a blaster now, though she hadn’t seen where he’d had it stuffed away. Almost automatically, she made a note to include pat-down checks of senior Alliance officials in future security protocols. If I’m ever in a position to set security protocols again , she reflected.  

They caught up with the Chancellor’s entourage just a moment too late. They were walking at a brisk pace, apparently having realized they’d taken a detour. Mothma was at the head of the party, chatting politely with Senator Jebel, the Minister of Finance. Two blue-armored Senatorial Guards flanked the group, armed with ceremonial force pikes. A maintenance droid was working on a power coupling ahead of the group. Kleya knew there was no maintenance scheduled for this sector today. She broke into a sprint just as the droid turned towards Chancellor Mothma. As it raised its left arm, the exterior chassis retracted to reveal the double barrels of a wrist-mounted blaster. Baktoid Combat Automata, B-2 series , Kleya’s mind noted automatically.

   “D-death to the Corporate Sector Authority!” the droid’s tinny voice rang out. “Senator Jebel!” she cried, and the man turned and caught the blaster bolt in his shoulder. The air smelled of ozone and burning flesh as he fell, the droid pinned to the ground by the Senatorial Guard. A wave of relief began to wash over Kleya, but it dried up instantly when she saw the look on Mon Mothma’s face.

...

While she waited for Mon Mothma in the Chancellor’s office, Kleya ran down her list of questions again in her mind. How had the Chancellor’s route been diverted? Who could have access to a weapons system from the Clone Wars and the know-how required to hide it in a maintenance droid? Who had authorized that droid to perform maintenance at this exact time and place? She dearly wanted answers to these questions and so would the Chancellor. She found herself again standing to attention as she heard the low hiss of the door sliding open. 

Mon Mothma didn’t ask her to sit, which was a bad sign. “Senator Jebel is dead,” she said as she took her own seat behind her desk. “They tell me the residual heat from the blaster bolt had burned out half his heart before the medical team arrived. There was nothing they could do.” She paused. “I’m sorry,” was the only thing Kleya could think to say. Mon Mothma wasn’t finished, however.

   “I just spoke with his husband. He’s a teacher at the Academy in Uyter. I thought it best he heard the news from me and not the HoloNet. When he asked me how this could have happened, I didn’t have an answer.” The Chancellor looked Kleya dead in the eyes. “Do you?”

   “Chancellor, if you want my resignation…” Kleya began.

   “That’s not what I asked for. Do you know how this happened?”

   “No,” Kleya forced herself to admit. Mothma sank back in her chair, looking suddenly very tired.

   “I wanted you for this job, you know. When the others - Jebel, Pamlo, Dravits - said you’d always be Luthen’s creature, it seemed so… unfair to me. I wouldn’t be here today if it wasn’t for you and Luthen, none of us would be, we both know that. They could never forgive you for it. And now I can’t shield you from this.” Kleya lowered her head. This was it. All her work, everything she'd sacrificed, all undone in an afternoon because of a mistake she hadn’t even begun to understand.

   “You’ll be reassigned to a less public-facing post with diminished responsibilities. That’s the best I can do.” Mothma’s apologetic tone made her want to cry. Anger, outrage, insults even, she could have weathered. But the disappointment of someone who had genuinely wanted a better outcome for her - that was almost too much to bear.

   “You’ll have to excuse me,” the Chancellor continued in a tone that meant it was time for Kleya to leave. “I’m meeting with the delegation from Uyter to announce a planetary day of mourning.” 

   “Chancellor,” she said, managing to keep her voice steady as she saluted, turned and left the office.

[andorshitdaily]

Andor Character of the Day: Unidentified KX-series security droid

[belabras]

Starfinder 2E - KX Imperial Security Droid

This week to celebrate the end of Andor we stat up the KX series Imperial Security Droid.

[flyguy]

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[purgetrooper77]

Okay so I just saw the Star Wars: Skeleton Crew trailer. Here are my thoughts.

I'm not fond of what I see so far. I mean, parts of that trailer didn't connect with me well. I mean, the way they show the houses, the roads, and that classroom, it made me feel like I am watching a different show from a different franchise. It didn't feel like I was watching Star Wars at all.

The only thing interesting to me is the broken-down droid named SM-33. I don’t know about you all, but that droid kinda looks like a KX-series security droid from the Rogue One movie and the Andor series.

After watching the trailer I went to Wookiepedia to look up more info on Skeleton Crew. Turns out it takes place the same year as The Mandalorian, Book of Boba Fett, and Ahsoka (9 ABY). From the looks of it, I can't tell if this series is supposed to take place before or after Ahsoka. I mean, I guess it makes sense if it takes place after Ahsoka but idk maybe I kept my expectations too high.

I understand the writers are trying something new, I get that. I get how this is supposed to be different from the other Star Wars series, but the way they showed it, to me, really didn't hit right. I guess it's because they don't want to reveal too much? This was the experience I was not expecting.

The part where the X-Wings were flying from the sky is the part I found most interesting. Are the kids in Imperial territory? Are they on the run from the New Republic because of SM-33? Did one of the kids say something that offended the New Republic? I have so many questions.

Again, not the biggest fan of the Skeleton Crew trailer, but I am interested to watch the series to see where it goes from here. Let me know what your thoughts in the comments down below. If you disagree or have more information of what I said, please let me know. Until next time, I'm gonna go work on some stuff. This is PurgeTrooper77, signing out.

[r0b0tb0y]

Translations of the Aurebesh bits written by @blxcksqvadron:

biometrics unknown: height unknown

syril karn’s super secret spy files please do not open this mother

species: urodel

021 kallus alexsandr

kx-series security droid

niamos

senator leia organa 155cm

Process writeup:

blxcksqvadron overhauled the graphic assets to make my scrawly surveillance sketches look diegetic!

The dialogue fonts were workshopped at length before we concluded for Dedra:

After lots of practice with my acrylic brush, I wanted to try watercolours on the Imperials to look natural but also washed-out.

Kyle Soller's eyes really are strange to draw (and to look at), but the distinctive nose/chin do most of the character work.

Dedra is a JOY to draw. The snarl, the hawk nose, the diamond eyes, the hair, the moles. I had to keep making her look less evil in the early pages so the final one really hits.

I actually like drawing and shading hands??? rip other artists

The prodding finger was sketched by blxcksqvadron with reference to his own hand—so in the first draft that hand looks really smooth and soft (ode to my beloved wife's tender hands) whereas the finger tapping on Luthen was sketched from my left hand. So it came out completely different because I have the gnarled talons of those feratu

New to Nintendo Switch: Diego Luna photo gallery

The last thing I drew was Cassian on his own: found the beautiful pose in the Imperial uniform, slimmed down to make him more petite and lots of windswept hair (viper droids, always taking pics)

Cassian's kinda flirty with almost everyone, but that feels appropriate because he's probably slept with all of them (I agree Ahsoka's got lesbian vibes, but Cassian dykes up nicely.)

I loved experimenting with the super dynamic action pose for the fulcrum4fulcrum shot (blxcksqvadron added the Fulcrum logo too!). Ahsoka is absurdly large here, but let's say it's her Rebels noodlebody.

Yes, the joke about montrals is because they controversially shortened them for live-action Ahsoka. I don't actually mind the short montrals, but it was perfect for a joke about guesstimating heights.

Luthen was my first try at the trick of flipping a character backwards using their silhouette—great drawing exercise!

I really made myself laugh giving Dedra a ships-in-the-night moment with Axis, especially when the show did it repeatedly to Syril and Cassian.

I will shoehorn Kalluzeb into everything I swear to chobb. Kallus in a gay tank top, muscles gleaming, thriving post-ISB. I said in the groupchat he used to steal Dedra's lunch from the work fridge.

Uh-oh, Zeb's noticed the surveillance! Can't trick those keen kitty senses.

Dedra not knowing what a vibe is made me laugh out loud when I came up with it.

Syril Karn droidcaptain truther. the only moment I've ever liked him. He WOULD look at a mean robot and go 'I get why you'd fuck that'

Melshi is probably the most obvious case where I deliberately made Cassian dramatically smaller.

SUCH careful framing of the Leia picture. Carrie Fisher's face is one where two pixels make the difference between a perfect likeness and some random woman

Tricky angles on that final shot! Leia climbing a step (stairs droid?) with the knee foreshortened, Cassian straddling whorishly on a turbine (I really enjoy drawing turbines?), croppable to look like they were standing/walking... then I had the marvellous idea to add Kay boosting Cassian and half a ship on one shoulder.

Finally our punchline!! blxcksqvadron added the glowing white eyes, which were even more evil than the red I started with. I often forget to use the popped vein for my stressed characters, and Syril's dot-eyes are a device I love in other comics. Always love drawing blood (haha)

I could write a whole essay on how Diego Luna adapts his physicality to different scene partners but a comic was funnier. But seriously:

The way he stoops so he can get his eyeline lower than Serkis, who's significantly shorter than him, must be twisting his spine in knots for Cassian to look up to Kino instead of down.

small boulder the size of a large boulder - robotboy + blxkcksqvadron

[robcoopz]

Jedi: Survivor: Imperial Droid PNGs

[jonberry555]

Fighting a KX Security Droid for a Health Stim

Fighting and defeating another KX-series Security Droid, but this time to gain another health stim.

[stokofsky]

Runners Part 2

K-3NT regained perception. Time had passed. He’d been deactivated. But why? And for how long? What… what had been happening before he’d been deactivated? His optical sensors regained power, he could see again. He looked around. He was still in the shuttle. But… something was wrong. The viewport had lost integrity and, looking to his left, he saw that Lantsan was dead. He calculated a 89% probability the shuttle had been under attack from pirates, or worse… but he couldn’t remember.

He realized that despite his master being dead in his chair, he was not alone. He spun in his seat, suddenly tense. He balled his hands into fists, ready to fight off armed pirates. But he did not see anyone that looked like a pirate. He instead saw a very strange looking droid. It was the size and general shape of a long outmoded B-1 series battle droid. K-3NT had thought those were all long since smelted. He calculated a 50% probability this one had eluded destruction by desertion, and a 50% probability it had been manually reactivated by a criminal element before it could be destroyed. 

But looking further, he was unsure of either of those options. This droid had been through extensive aftermarket modification. Its head had an extra layer of metal plating which covered the optical sensors in a stylized T shaped vizor. A hinged rangefinder was sticking up from the right side of the droids head. It wore a jetpack, and various parts of its arms and legs had been subtly upgraded, including the dual wrist blaster on its right forearm. It had additional armor plates of some unfinished bronze colored metal on its body, including a pauldron on each shoulder. The left was embossed with the likeness of some sort of animal skull. K-3NT had only one immediate conclusion, this droid was frightening.

“Hello!” The droid said, waving at K-3NT. K-3NT flinched, trying to look around the cockpit undetected. There had to be a blaster in here somewhere. The battle droid waved again. “Uh, hello? Can you hear me? You might be damaged… I can probably fix you up a bit, but I don’t have my tools here.” The droids inflection was friendly, masculine. Perhaps he wouldn’t attack.

“Uh… hello…” K-3NT thought for a moment. The last thing he could remember Lantsan telling him to do was to be more polite. “I am K-3NT, assistant shuttle pilot…” He tried to think of how he could be polite to this droid. “What is your designation?”

The battle droid crossed his arms and tipped its head back and to the side. “Assistant pilot? That’s not right, you’re a battle droid, like I am, you are a warrior!”

K-3NT sat up straight with indignation, resting his hands on his knees. “I am not a battle droid! I am a KX series security droid. Manufacture of battle droids has been illegal for years. And I have been assigned co-pilot duty. I am not a war-”

The battle droid reached behind his back and unclipped something from the side of his jetpack. He threw it at K-3NT, who caught it, it was a reciprocating blaster rifle. He looked down at it, held in perfect form in his hands. The battle droid laughed.

“You’re a battle droid alright. Come with me, Enty. I will teach you to walk the Warriors Path.”

K-3NT spluttered. “I can’t just-! I have to-! My name is Kay Three EN TEE!”

The battle droid laughed again. “That’s right, Enty. And my name is B-111.” 

“One-eleven.” The battle droid didn’t laugh. Evidently he didn’t like being called that. Good. “Well, One-eleven, as I said, I can’t just go off galavanting with some ancient artifact. I have my orders.”

B-111 looked at K-3NT. He looked at the dead pilot. He looked back at K-3NT. “So… what were-I mean, what, uh, are those orders?”

K-3NT paused. With some annoyance, he realized he was still holding the blaster rifle. He wanted to throw it back in B-111s face, but… there was also something strangely nice about holding it in his hands. He looked once again over at Lantsan, or what the vacuum of space had left of him. He looked back at B-111. “I… I don’t remember my orders. Or what happened. And my master is dead. “There is a 70% chance I can return to Imperial service at this point. I’m not agreeing to anything, but what exactly is your idea?” 

K-3NT would have liked to blow this fossil to bits with his own blaster. But he’d also recalculated his chances of returning to service. He’d wanted to be bullish to B-111, but he was actually much more certain that he would be destroyed if he were to return to the Empire now. He’d looked over B-111s shoulder and seen the fireteam of the officer they’d been transporting, but no sign of that officer. There was little room for failure in the Imperial Navy, and much less room for failure from droids. 

Besides, the death of his master, though it did cause him a pang of regret, left K-3NT in an unexpected position of autonomy. Perhaps he would test the limits of this autonomy.

B-111 leaned forwards, as if to get a closer, more appraising look at K-3NT. “You were a copilot, right?”

“...Yes?”

“You want to still be a copilot, right?”

This took more thought. Eventually K-3NT nodded. “Yes. I would like that. But I doubt a relic of a bygone age like you could ever outfly a sophisticated mechanical entity such as myself.”

“Relic? Bygone age? Hah, Not so. I am a soldier perfected! Born in the fires of Geonosis, for the single minded purpose of combat, the glorious crucible by which all true warriors are forged!”

K-3NT looked up at B-111. This droid, he decided, was clearly several bits short of a byte. But he also seemed experienced and capable. The tactical advantage presented in having him as an ally was difficult to ignore, at least at this point. If nothing else he would likely have usable intelligence. K-3NT wasn’t even sure where he was.

“Where are we?” He asked, looking back out the viewport. The horizon of this world was blocked from view by high rising walls of scrap. Mangled sheets of durasteel, cracked and ruined transparisteel panes, gutted hulls and fuselages, wires, conduits, smashed bits of duracrete. K-3NT realized that his shuttle, and he with it, had been tipped into the rubbish. He’d been thrown away.

The thought was strange for him. He was not accustomed to cognitive dissonance, that was an ailment of the organic mind. However, it was the only term he could place with what he was currently feeling. The idea that he, a purpose built piece of capable machinery could be so carelessly tossed aside, this he calculated to be improbable. However, at the very same time, as he’d registered earlier, failure from droids in the Imperial Navy was very seldomly tolerated, and whatever fate had befallen him and the passengers of the shuttle that he was for all intents and purposes in charge of, that would very likely be considered an utter failure, no matter the details.

He could have gone on musing on this, but B-111s answer brought him back to current perception. “You, my brother in arms, are on what is known as Cymoon 1. The Empire produces weapons, ships, and other materiel here.” He leaned one elbow on the back of K-3NTs chair and slowly waved his other hand laterally towards the viewport. “And as you can see, they absolutely pride themselves on their peak efficiency.”

“This could all be here… waiting to be recycled for raw material… to be used in production!” K-3NT wasn’t sure why he blurted this out. He calculated a less than 50% probability that this was the case.

B-111 made a snorting sound. K-3NT wondered when a battle droid could have learned a vocal reaction like that. “Well, whatever the case, this is the scrap heap, and I’m offering you a a way out of it. So, Enty, will you come with me? I warn you though, life with me isn’t dull.The Warriors Path has taken me all across the galaxy, I’ve met all kinds of beings, many of them dangerous or unsavory. You’ll see more danger, more action, and more adventure with me than your entire operational lifespan could possibly see as a shuttle pilot for the Empire.”

Annoyingly, K-3NT found himself pulled in by B-111s words. Battle, danger, hadn’t he been made to face such things? The probability calculation of B-111 being a valuable ally, he realized, was now easily above 80%. 

Clutching the blaster rifle, K-3NT stood up, looked back down at B-111, and nodded. “O-K, One-eleven. I will come with you… and, I suppose if it will stop your prattling on about it, I will learn to, what was is? Walk the Path?”

B-111 clanked his fist against his chest twice in rapid succession. “Good! I’m glad. I will teach you the Warriors Path. Your first lesson, the honor of carrying a hefty burden.”

“What? Excuse me!?”

B-111 turned on his heel and left the cockpit, beckoning with his hand for K-3NT to follow. K-3NT sighed. “What have I just agreed to?” He asked, quietly. 

“What was that?”

“....Oh, nothing.”

[starskipperrpg]

Session 1 - Notes / Quick Summary (Part 1)

The following are my own notes from Session 1, this is part 1 of the notes and part 2 will come soon after.

Our players were introduced to Mimban, a war-torn muddy and wet world, plagued by war for over 20 years now. The players - a motley bunch assembled from across the galaxy were brought in with a few hundred other Imperial Army conscripts, making up the next wave in a war that has no end in sight. They first met Captain Anderson, an older man who's been in the Imperial Army too long to count. He was grim with the new prospects, telling them about the horrors of Mimban.

After a very quick briefing, he introduced Kairris, a diplomat with the Imperial Diplomatic Corps (IDC). She was joined by her aide Vlaari, a Lorridan Human, and their security droid K2K9, a KX-Series Droid. After introducing herself, she informs the arrayed soldiers that she is here on a mission and needs some extra soldiers. After looking over a few soldiers she picks out a few grunts, a Mandalorian named Paul, another Mandalorian - this one a medic - named Tarre, an older veteran sniper that had volunteered for duty on Mimban named Haro. Before departing for the Imperial bunker complex to be briefed on the mission the Captain also informed them he had orders for a Private Abel Hardy to join them. Abel was a young man, mid to late 20s, and nervous as all can be.

The party departed for the bunker, finding that while the base was staffed solely by the Imperial Army, the bunker was held down by the Imperial Stormtrooper Corps. The party moved off to an empty room to begin their briefing. Kairris has been sent by the Imperial Diplomatic Corps to meet with representatives of the Mimbanese Liberation Army to broker secret peace talks. The assembled group will be escorting Kairris, and her aide Vlaari, to the location for the peace talks. With no questions, the party sets off for the frontline. Their initial way to travel is MagLev, but Imperial Reports come in that the Lev was attacked and is delayed, forced to go by speeder the group takes a rickety old piece of kit that should have been decommissioned a decade ago.

K2K9, their KX-Series Droid and bodyguard to Kairris, attempted to work up the speeder, but was unsuccessful, the speeder that slowly came to life wasn’t improved or any different. With K2K9 driving, the party left the safety of the Imperial Compound and very quickly entered the true Mimban, a planet covered by long trench lines, fox holes, and mud. Out of the safety of the Imperial base, the sounds of a constant stream of battle could be heard. Even a hundred or two miles out, they could hear the shelling of artillery that filled the distant air.

[triblu]

Modded droids are a bad influence.