For the disclaimer: Before I say, ask yourself this: "Am I really stupid enough to believe that this guy is making any money off this or owns any Star Wars materials indirect or not?" What? You do? Well I DON'T, SUING MORONS, so don't say I do!

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Chapter 2

Upon the opening of the door, I saw the man from my vision standing in the cell looking rather bored. Noticing me, he turned and spoke.

"Nice suit" He said sarcastically. "What? Did you miners switch uniforms while I was locked up in here?"

Realizing for the first time that I was in nothing but a skin-tight tank suit, I ignored his remark.

"What are you doing in that cell?"

"Well, if you want to know, the miners said I violated some docking procedure crap or something like that. If you want me out, you should take it up with security, though I wouldn't expect them to do anything. They haven't fed me in a good while. They probably thought it'd be fun to starve a prisoner."

"This facility has been abandoned. You were probably forgotten about when they left."

"Oh, well isn't that nice of them?"

"Do you know anything of what happened?"

"Well, first my incident happened that got me locked up here. Then I heard rumors about a Jedi being brought on the station for major recovery. Next the food stopped coming and finally some weird half-naked miner comes in here and starts questioning me."

"Cute. So your guess is as good as mine."

"Hey, wait a second!" He said suddenly growing a little more serious. "You're that Jedi, aren't you? What the heck are you even doing here?"

"Again, yours is as good as mine. I've had an unusually inconvenient loss of memory of the past few days. Do you think you could unlock the doors to the other levels?"

"Maybe, if I wasn't caged up like this. Just promise you aren't gonna leave me high and dry when we can get outta here."

"C'mon, why would I leave anyone here in this hellish place? Besides, the ship has plenty of room for you and the old woman."

"Old woman?"

"Oh, sorry. She'll catch up when she's finished resting."

"Too bad it isn't a young woman."

"Keep focused, will you?" I said as I opened up his cell. "C'mon, the console's this way."

"Lead the way, Jedi."

"Don't call me that."

"Well then what should I call you, Mr. I-can't-find-a-decent-pair-of-pants?"

Sighing, I told him "My name is Mates. What about you, Mr. Can't-avoid-getting-locked-up-in-the-middle-of-nowhere?"

"Name's Atton. Atton Rand. Let's go."

We headed back to the console that controlled the droids among other things. Atton instantly set about to work slicing the computer. His skill with computers greatly impressed me.

"Hmm, we just do this here and this there and boom. Pure pazaak. Now, let's see about…" He trailed off.

"I've got a bad feeling that you're about to say something that is greatly going to hinder our situation."

"We're cut off from almost everything else. It's not a program problem, it's physical. The connection's been completely severed."

"That's not right. That would definately not be normal procedure during a lockdown. Someone did this with a purpose to trap us here. Well, can you access anything?"

"Well we can access the communications and cameras of the storage area of the fueling pipes, but that's about it."

"It's better than nothing. See of there's anything."

"Hunh, what do you know? There's a little astromech droid in there, but he seems to be in shutdown mode."

"Wait, what model is it?"

"Looks like a T3 unit."

"Looks like we hit lucky." Moving towards the console I spoke to the room through the console. "T3, you okay?"

Suddenly, the little droid hummed to life and twirled its head around towards the camera.

"Beep, doo-beep"

"Run a self-diagnostic and get whatever you can use."

The droid replied a confirmation in its odd whistles and clicks.

"Okay, now I want you to unlock any door levels you can find. You still got a blaster in that head of yours?"

"Bweep"

"Good, make sure to be careful, alright?"

"Dwoo-beep."

The droid then moved out of sight and of to carry out his orders. Atton and I sat around for a good half of an hour playing a few games of Pazaak, all of which he won easily.

"Ya really think that droid can get us outta here?" Atton said breaking the seeming silence.

"Not sure he could do that much, but I'll bet he can really help us out, considering our current situation." I replied holding a +3 Pazaak card. "Your turn."

"I'm beginning to wonder if we shouldn't start getting comfortable playing Pazaak until we go crazy from hunger." Atton held his 20 points.

"Don't worry. The droid is very dependable. Too bad Kriea isn't here. At least she doesn't seem to let things get boring-"

"I win"

"-or degrading." I grumbled as Atton won yet another game.

The door opened at least and we stood up in case it might have been droid that I didn't disable. But it just led to a turbolift that went down.

"Finally, the little guy did it." Atton said, obviously relieved.

"Still, it's odd he didn't report back after opening the door. I'm going down to find him and a way out. You stay here and give me some computer support if I run into something, alright?" I instructed Atton.

"Yeah, yeah. Just get us outta here. And try and find some clothes down there while you're at it."

I rolled my eyes.

"Oh and here is a comm-link so we can stay in touch."

I took the comm-link and placed it in a small but convenient pocket and readied my vibrosword.

"Thanks"

And with that I headed into the elevator and down into darkness.

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