Earlier…to now…

Whoever it was that had the droids apparently had a significant case of overconfidence. The signal that had activated them was still being broadcast. Not constantly, but enough that Tank's scanner had been able to, with some triangulation, narrow down where they were coming from. From that point, it was a matter of slipping past the marching machines with judicious use of Force leaping from building to building all the way back to their origin, which turned out to be a massive warehouse structure.

In between a lull in droid deployments, Tank slipped inside the building behind a group of marching droids. Keeping his form tucked away behind crates and the usual accoutrement of a warehouse, he moved in deeper, until he entered what was certainly the rough center of the building. Parked within the cavernous area was the freighter he had been tracking, swarmed with a crew of workers who were completing the unloading process while another bunch worked feverishly to unpack and prepare the droids.

A few moments observation was enough for him to come to the conclusion that there wasn't a way for him to disable the ship. There were too many eyes around it, and he wouldn't be able to disguise himself in time or quickly enough to blend in. A check of the roof did reveal that there was a seam down the long center, with heavy metal beams supporting it, and with locking mechanisms in place along the seam, ready to be used if needed. As there was only one room that appeared to be a control room, that seemed his best bet, both to lock the ship down, and to disable the droids.

"Time to end this." He crept towards the control room, pausing frequently to avoid being spotted, while catching sight of someone with a wide brim hat gazing out through the window before they turned away. It took several more minutes of sneaking before he finally reached the open doorway, just in time to hear someone within mutter, "Yes...yes...yes of course. It is inevitable. This city and then this world will eventually be mine."

"With an opening like that…" Tank smiled and stepped into the doorway, taking in the sight of the room in a glance: several computer consoles, a thin man with a thick mop of dark hair hunched over one of them, and, directly before him, wearing well-worn leather clothing, a cigarra between his lips and a gunbelt at his hips, was without a doubt the captain of the ship.

Raising an eyebrow at the stunned expression of the captain, he smiled pleasantly to them both. "You sure about that?" He asked, tightening his grip on his saber hilt.

"Awww kriff…" The captain groused, before quick-drawing his blaster and firing with blistering speed.

The bolt spanged off of the ignited saber blade, just missing the captain as he dove to the side. Tank spun his saber about himself, casually catching a few bolts from behind as a pair of guard droids clanked towards him. One fell, the bolt having been reflected back, smoke rising from the damaged neck as the head spun away. He slipped further inside the room, catching a quick glimpse of the thinner man making a break for it into another room while the captain rose up and fired off a couple more blasts with deadly accuracy.

Just as before, neither shot came close, one of them being reflected back and nearly hitting the captain as he ducked back down. "Come on, Captain, might as well just turn yourself in. We both know how this will end." Tank called out, moving around the room, looking for the computer console that controlled the signal while also keeping an eye out for the gunslinger and any droids.

"Sorry, Jedi, I'm a bettin man by trade. And I'm bettin it's not going to go quite the way you think. Besides, there's nothing illegal in sellin scrap." More bolts came his way, which he casually deflected towards the droids that had clanked into the room, destroying them with the more powerful bolts.

"Normally that'd be true, except when that scrap is a bunch of decommissioned battle droids. Now that's highly illegal." Tank admonished, expression focusing briefly on the consoles. Finding one that appeared to be for the roof doors, he hit a few of the switches. Outside the observation window, as more droids became activated and marched towards the control room, the sounds of the locks activating echoed over the marching metal feet.

"Well, ya got me there, Jedi." A laugh bounded from behind cover. "But I'm not ready to give in just yet."

Tank snorted. "I admire your confidence, my friend. But surely you can see that you're outmatched, skilled as you are." His expression brightened as he found the console for the signal, and input the shutdown code. Behind him, the droids stopped marching and tilted over, heads and limbs hanging limply.

"Heh, are you sure about that?"

An eyebrow lifted at his words being thrown back at him before he felt a finger of danger shoot down his spine. He looked up just in time to see the door leading into another room burst apart and a bulky armored figure trotted thru the dust filled hole.

"I will not be denied!" An amplified voice bellowed from the suit.

"Holy Hell, Doc…" The captain laughed, rising up from his cover, twirling his blaster before holstering it. "...that's a nice toy! Don't you agree, Jedi?"

Tank adjusted his stance, bringing his saber up as he backed away from the console. At the same time, he gave voice to his thoughts on the sudden change in circumstances. "Awww chit…"