Chapter 8
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"Exposition: Master, did I not say that we should sit down, shut up, and wait for help to arrive?" The murderous droid asked me.
"Well you see, that's the thing. I don't have a particular fondness of taking advice from things that try to kill me." I replied.
"Puzzled Inquiry: Why, whatever do you mean master?"
That droid thought he was clever, but I had already figured things out. "Give me some more credit, scrap heap. It wasn't that hard to figure out that you're the entire reason for this mess. When I shut down the mine droids in the factory, I found out that several signals had been sent from that very console. Very specific and interesting signals, I might add."
"Wary retort: Aaah, did you now?"
"I think it's pretty obvious we should stop playing around the bush. You're the one who injected poison into me and the other patients. You're the one who severed the communications line. You're the one who turned on the gravity field outside while I was trying to get across that catwalk. And I think at this point, it's safe to say that you're the one who switched the protocol of the mining droids and had the entire station murdered."
"Reconciliatory consolation: Master, I didn't try to kill you. I was merely here in order to prevent your departure form this station until my true master arrived here."
"I think it's pretty obvious his master's right up in that ship, just waiting to say hello and hand out fruit baskets." Atton injected into the conversation.
"You realize, of course, I'm not going to comply with what you want me to do." I said back to the droid. At that point, I readied my vibrosword, Atton his blaster, and Kreia her own blade she must have picked up while I had been searching for an escape.
"Distressed acknowledgement: Unfortunately, yes, master. However, I did not come unprepared. After all, what an embarrassment it would be to find seek one's prey without the tools necessary to catch it." The droid said. His narrow slits for eyes gleamed green for a moment, and went back to red. Several small, floating orbs came out of the elevator I assumed that HK had used to meet us back here. They formed a semi-circle in front of him.
"Fine, you want to get down? Then let's do this." I shouted at him.
"Normally, I'd disagree with such a savage solution, but it appears we've no choice in the matter." Kreia readied her blade in her hand.
"Alright then. Never been beaten by a droid before, and I don't intend to today." Atton leveled his blaster at HK.
"Resignation: Sigh, you foolish meatbags really have no comprehension of the superiority of your opponent. In case you were unaware, the small "friends" of mine are self-destructing devices. I doubt you could possibly make it to my position before the explosions rendered your fleshy bodies asunder. And master, I'd prefer you not participate in this fight. My true master would not desire you to be harmed before he arrived." HK said looking at me while drawing his own blaster.
Normally, I wouldn't have had any problems with just a droid. However, I hadn't really been in anything more than a bar-brawl for the past decade. I had grown soft, but this droid obviously didn't let its skills deteriorate at all. I was wondering how I could beat it when I heard a click behind me.
Atton had taken an ion grenade from my back pouch. In but a moment, he threw the charge at the semi-circle of mines, causing them all to blow up harmlessly. I didn't waste any time. I rushed straight at the dark machine, ready to destroy it. By the time I was finished, the droid was then in four pieces on the floor. I sheathed my sword.
"An impressive display of sluggishness. Let us continue our escape. Hopefully, without any further interruptions." Chided Kreia, putting away her own blade and moving on while I was left in shock.
Atton noticed my demeanor and attempted to comfort me. "Hey, don't worry about it. You blew away that droid so fast, I couldn't even see it. Let's go before that old bantha decides to ditch us. Wouldn't want the elderly to get hurt, now would we?" Although, we both knew he really wouldn't care if Kreia were thrown into an active engine.
I shook my head and followed Atton and said to myself in a low voice: "That's the thing. I wasn't the one that destroyed it…"
Author's Note: Forgive any liberties I might be taking with the story. I thought that it was an interesting twist to the ending to try out. I'll come with Chapter 9 sooner or later.