Boba Fett fought off the last of the attack droids, blasting it to smithereens, scattering itÃ¢Â€Â™s metallic guts down the corridor already paved with the singed joints and wires of his recent kills.
He heard a warning to watch his back. It came from Jin Sarin, at war with a never ending barrage of laser bolts. His eyes glowed an eerie, unnatural orange, and he moved at a pace too fast for the eye to track. Fett knew it wouldnÃ¢Â€Â™t be long before the frenzied fight would wear the human down, no matter what evil powered his body.
He took a moment to assess his current options, studying both the destroyed droids, and the hall of death.
The ship controls the droids. The idea had merit, and dictated a much different course of action.
Fett double timed it back from the direction he first came, leaping over the discarded metal carcass of an IG-88 and kicking through the remains of a cortosis droid. Beside the lift tube was a narrow silver panel. Fett fired two judiciously placed shots, and the panel edges peeled back. He pulled it back the rest of the way and exposed the repair access remote array.
From one of his many utility pockets he removed JangoÃ¢Â€Â™s electronic lock breaker, the one heÃ¢Â€Â™d since modified with the highest tech slicer chip money and blatant intimidation could procure, and jacked into the main computer databanks. He didnÃ¢Â€Â™t have the raw speed required for this task, but SlaveÃ¢Â€Â™s computers certainly did, and part of his modifications included a link to SlaveÃ¢Â€Â™s main system.
"Slave I, override main computer, shut down all security protocols."
Light arced back as the computer attempted a reject burst of energy, but his device held.
Initiating lock down sequence Slave IÃ¢Â€Â™s synthetic voice drifted softly inside of FettÃ¢Â€Â™s helm. Unable to disengage without closing down atmospheric life support.
Fett considered the dark force user in the main corridor. Then he remembered the Creed. Ã¢Â€ÂœSend alert over the main com five seconds to loss of oxygen, keep active countdown.Ã¢Â€Â
The beast fought for electronic supremacy against an unprecedented assailant: the main computer of Slave I. No matter the datapath it took, no matter the attempt to transfer virus, Slave outwitted the beast at every turn. Slave fought on, brutally assaulting the decoy shipÃ¢Â€Â™s systems with pure aggression and ruthless precision that was somehow more than simple programming.
One by one, the walls fell. Droid by droid, the army powered down. And as the last of the defenses caved before the superiority of the system created by Jango and then further grown by Boba, the beast died.
Slave IÃ¢Â€Â™s main computer sensed the defeat, and enacted the countdown, broadcasting it over the main com.
Five seconds to life support shut down
To the master it then spoke. System override complete. Await further instruction.
No time passed, and the command came. Ã¢Â€ÂœRe-initialize comsec and code sequences, then cut access at remote and main stations. Route all system access through my datapad wristlink, or comlink, standard recognition protocol in place.Ã¢Â€Â
Slave complied immediately, ever ready, ever vigilant as it waited for the next command.
"Search main data banks for location of Promised Jewel."
The Slave filtered the data and responded. External storage; Astromech Droid. Location: main bridge.
Lasers raced past him while some disembodied voice, neither male, nor female, droned on over the main come.
One second to life support shut down
The sith spirit powered his swings and guided them with unerring precision, but Jin and his body knew there wasnÃ¢Â€Â™t much left in reserves to keep going. And now the life support systems were on autoshut down. Jin prayed to the maker and what ever gods governed the realm of sheer luck , that the weapons system would shut down too. He took a deep gulp of air and kept up the fight.
Life support shut down complete.
The safety lights cut off. The lasers stopped. All went silent.
Jin fumbled for his breath mask, his arms wrung out from the prolonged battle. He managed to find it and secure it to his head, then he fell to his knees and breathed long and hard. The sith spirit was blessedly mute.
For a moment Jin remained in repose, collecting the shreds of strength, and sanity, but the sound of rapidly approaching footfalls rallied him back.
He summoned the sabers. In the darkness, they were a muted beacon, pulsing red like the blood in his veins. They cast a wide radius of murderous light that reached to the foot of the hall. He turned to face the end of the corridor, mentally preparing for another battle, when a familiar figure charged into view.
Fett, in his Mandalorian armor, was a sight for sore eyes.
Ã¢Â€ÂœWhat took you so long?Ã¢Â€Â Jin let one of the sabers retreat, and reached for a lightstick stored on his belt.
Ã¢Â€ÂœWhen you came in here, didnÃ¢Â€Â™t you have a plan for getting out?Ã¢Â€Â FettÃ¢Â€Â™s voice was as mechanical and lifeless as a droid. His long, ground eating strides took him quickly to the bridge doors. Ã¢Â€ÂœNever mind answering, Sarin, I didnÃ¢Â€Â™t think you would. You can thank me later.Ã¢Â€Â
Fett gave the newest obstacle a moment of consideration. Ã¢Â€ÂœSlave I, open bridge blast doors.Ã¢Â€Â
A great clanking sounded onerously, and the doors began to part.
Ã¢Â€ÂœWatch out for the astromech, Fett.Ã¢Â€Â Jin jogged the last steps to stand beside the lethal legend. Ã¢Â€ÂœHeÃ¢Â€Â™s the mastermind of this ship.Ã¢Â€Â
Fett spied the astromech attempting to plug into the computer system as Jin issued his warning.
Ã¢Â€ÂœSlave I, neutralize the mech.Ã¢Â€Â
A blast of energy erupted from the instrument panel, enveloping the astromech in a shower of blue light. It squealed, blew back into a console support pillar, and toppled over with a clang.
Fett approached with caution and kicked it a few times just in case. When it didnÃ¢Â€Â™t respond, he shouldered his blast rifle, and pulled out the same modified electronic lock breaker. Then he exposed the necessary innards and jacked into the droid.
Ã¢Â€ÂœFind the location of the Jewel.Ã¢Â€Â Fett pulled out a restraining bolt and locked the droid down. He saw the dark force user in his helm read out as Sarin approach from behind. His lean, haggard face was a study in torment.
Ã¢Â€ÂœDonÃ¢Â€Â™t be stupid, kid. You donÃ¢Â€Â™t want to die.Ã¢Â€Â
Ã¢Â€ÂœMaybe I wonÃ¢Â€Â™t.Ã¢Â€Â His muffled voice echoed across the dusty air of the bridge, rattling amongst the immobile droid army sitting in useless assembly.
Fett stood and faced off against Sarin. Ã¢Â€ÂœCross me and IÃ¢Â€Â™ll dust you, same as the next barve.Ã¢Â€Â
He watched as an internal struggle played out on SarinÃ¢Â€Â™s face and in his eyes. They flashed briefly, a heated redish orange the very color of hell fire, then they cooled. The saber blade vanished. Ã¢Â€ÂœYouÃ¢Â€Â™re right. I donÃ¢Â€Â™t want to die.Ã¢Â€Â
Download complete Slave IÃ¢Â€Â™s alert was welcome. Fett didnÃ¢Â€Â™t think Sarin would be able to contain himself much longer, or worse, contain what ever evil plagued his soul.
Ã¢Â€ÂœSmart move.Ã¢Â€Â Fett righted the astromech and activated the droid. Ã¢Â€ÂœA smarter move? Get out of this game. YouÃ¢Â€Â™re out of your league.Ã¢Â€Â
The kid shrugged. Ã¢Â€ÂœCanÃ¢Â€Â™t. I donÃ¢Â€Â™t have a choice. What I need requires a lot of credits, fast.Ã¢Â€Â
Ã¢Â€ÂœStick to gambling, itÃ¢Â€Â™s more your speed.Ã¢Â€Â As Fett backed out of the bridge, his rifle trained on Sarin, the astromech followed in tow, a subdued prisoner. Ã¢Â€ÂœContact the Hutt, heÃ¢Â€Â™ll probably offer you salvage fees for this ship. And one last thing: donÃ¢Â€Â™t try and reactivate the shipÃ¢Â€Â™s systems. The thing is programmed to kill.Ã¢Â€Â
Sarin watched his last hope depart with Fett. The hunterÃ¢Â€Â™s words held truth. There was value in this ship. Not as much as the Jewel, but, certainly enough to use as a starting bankroll. Maybe enough to buy entrance into a floating high stakes gaming hell that operated on the Outer Rim.
You give up too easy, boy The sith spirit made him dizzy as it spoke. Search the ship. There is more than just the astromech to be found.
With no other agenda, Jin decided to give it a shot, starting with where the CaptainÃ¢Â€Â™s quarters would be, if thereÃ¢Â€Â™d been an actual captain. He rummaged around the dingy little cabin, and just when heÃ¢Â€Â™d thought to abandon the search, his luck changed. Concealed beneath the base of a desklamp he found a small datacylinder. Jin pocketed the booty, and started the journey back to his ship. He wasnÃ¢Â€Â™t out of the game just yet.