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The Deceiver

Atomic and Exile run to the main computer console on the administration level and Atomic logs on. A hologram man comes into view once again.

"There were two droids found on the Ever Hunk," the hologram says, "an astromech droid, T4-U2, and a protocol droid. T4-U2 told us that the survivor was a Jedi. When Corky heard this, he became excited about collecting the bounty offered by the Exchange on all Jedi. That droid was such a sweetie. They've put him to work serving tea to the workers in the hanger bay. As for the protocol droid, he was a pain in the ass so we sent him down to help out in maintenance."

Atomic looked at Exile. "Are those your droids?" Atomic asked.

Exile shrugged and said, "I don't know."

Atomic did a computer check on all exits out of the administration level. "Damn! We are stuck. Good thing I have a deck of Pazaak cards. Want to play?"

"Hold on let me try something," Exile said as he hit a button marked 'Com System'. He checks each area of the facility and no one answers until he tries Hanger Bay 25.

"Beep reet do reet!" chimes T4-U2 when he hears the Jedi's voice over the com system.

"Wow! I got you!" Exile exclaims happily. "Are you T4-U2?"

"Reet! Bee boop dee ree?"

"No thank you," Exile answers, "I don't need a cup of tea at the moment. But I'd love some juma juice if you have it."

"Bee," chimes T4-U2 sadly.

"Well that sucks," Exile says in disappointment. "Now I forgot what I wanted to ask you. Hold on." Exile places his hand on his head and tries to remember.

Atomic says, "How about asking the little turd to get us the heck out of here!"

"Oh yeah," Exile says, "now I remember. T4-U2, can you unlock one of the turbolifts that go from the administration level? We're stuck here with a bunch of dead bodies and smashed droids. Not very pleasant at all."

"Beep reet!"

Exile turns to Atomic and says, "He says he'll try. Now how about that game of Pazaak while we wait?"

"O.K., but it's got to be Senate Rules," says Atomic.

"What does Senate Rules mean?" Exile asks.

"It means I'm too cheap to bet any of my credits."

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T4-U2 happily begins to search for a computer terminal to plug into and help the Exile. The storage room he has been hiding in since the mining droids started attacking is full of things that may come in handy and he takes all he can. He tries one of the exit doors and travels along, using his Droid Sock Arm on the creepy mining droids that are popping out at him everywhere.

Dead bodies are everywhere and T4-U2 is sad that no one is left down here who may like a cup of tea. One dead body has a datapad that tells of sonic charges put in the fuel lines and that only droids had been in the area.

"That's right, blame the droids," thinks T4-U2. "Why is it always the droid's fault?"

T4-U2 is amazed at all the useful items he his finding as he finally comes upon a computer terminal in the hanger bay. Down below through a window he can see the Ever Hunk, but the door that goes to the dock is sealed tight.

The computer is damaged and T4-U2 can see that it has been shot with a laser. The little droid restores its functionality and finds that he cannot control any of the emergency systems from here. Control has been rerouted to a terminal in the fuel depot.

T4-U2 downloads a map and sets out on his way to find the terminal in the fuel depot. He socks more mining droids on his way and finally finds the lone terminal sitting like a beacon in the distance.

He plugs into the terminal and finds out that someone has programmed a phantom fuel leak in order to keep this facility in emergency lockdown. The little droid is able to unlock the emergency hatch of the administration level.

"Beep!" he celebrates. Just as he turns around, he sees the nightmare HK droid again.

"Observation: You should have stuck to serving tea," HK says as he shoots the little droid with a blast of ion.

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"Senate Rules is boring," says Exile. "How about we play strip Pazaak?"

"But you're already naked," reminds Atomic.

Just then a beep is heard from the computer and Atomic jumps up to look. "I don't believe it. The turd did it! He's opened the emergency hatch. Oh but wait, it goes down to the mining tunnels."

"What's wrong with the mining tunnels?" Exile asks.

"What? Are you kidding?" Atomic says in amazement. "That's where all the explosions are happening. And there are killer mining droids on the loose as well as…"

"As well as what?" Exile asks.

Atomic looks around with a frightened face and whispers, "The Perilous Phantom."

"The what?" Exile asks.

"They say the tunnels are haunted by a Phantom miner who died 10 years ago while digging," Atomic whispered with wide eyes. "I refuse to go down there!"

"Well, according to this map," says Exile, "it's the only way open to get to the fuel depot from here."

"How about I stay here and give you my sage advice over this com link?" Atomic says.

"Fine you big chicken, you stay here!" Exile says as he stomps off to the emergency hatch which is now unlocked. "Lazy jerk," he mumbles as he gets in the turbo lift and is lowered into the mining tunnel level.

"Testing, testing, one two three," says Atomics voice on the com link.

"What do you want?" Exile answers his com link.

"Just wanted to tell you to be careful," Atomic says.

"O.K. thanks," Exile says. "Oh and I think I've found some clothes and mining gear down here.

"Great! We can have that game of strip Pazaak later then," Atomic replied.

"It's a deal," says Exile as he dresses and gears up. "Now shut up so I can go in stealth mode and sneak by all those droids."

"Got it," says Atomic. "Won't say a word. Zipping my lips. Yes sir ree."

Exile flips on his stealth belt and sneaks into the mining tunnels. The spider like droids are milling around, waiting for someone to kill. Dead bodies are strewn about everywhere as Exile makes his way through the hot caverns, picking valuables off the dead as he goes.

"Easy pickins," he smiles to himself.

Finally Exile makes it to a large room which is marked 'Central Droid Control', on his map. Mining droids are patrolling all around the main terminal and he sneaks carefully passed them on his way to the computer.

"Woooooooooooooo, this is the phantom," says Atomics voice over the com link.

"Damn it Atomic!" yells Exile as the surrounding droids begin shooting at him. He has no choice but to pull out his vibroblade and begin hacking away at the droids.

A few medipacs later he has finally destroyed the droids and contacts Atomic on the com link. "That was really stupid!" yells Exile. "They could have killed me!"

"But they didn't," says Atomic.

Exile logs onto the computer and sees a holographic image of Corky and his pals as they plan to take the Jedi to the Exchange on Nar Shady. One of Corky's pals says he fought with you on Mail'n'more V.

"I was at Mail'n'more V?" Exile asks himself, trying to remember his foggy past. "Oh well," he shrugs as he shuts off the containment field out of the mining tunnels.

"What did you just do?" yells Atomic over the com link.

"I shut down the containment field so I can get to the lift to the fuel depot," Exile answers .

"Oh no! Run," panics Atomic. "The fuel is going to be vented through there soon and you'll be toast."

Exile runs down the hallways and finally makes it to the turbolift up to the fuel depot just in time. A large explosion propels him out of the lift and into the depot. "Wow! That was intense," he exclaims as he stands up and looks around.

It looks like he has reached maintenance and as usual there are dead bodies lying about. A protocol droid is standing by one of them and says, "Statement: It's nice to see you alive Master!"

"Don't start your statements with 'Statement,'" grumps Exile.

"Query: But why Master?" says HK.

"Because the writer of this fiction is tired of trying to figure out what kind of sentence it is that you're saying. She wants to concentrate on the story," Exile answered.

"Oh, alright Master," said HK in disappointment. "I shall make it easier for her limited meatbag brain."

"Why did you call me Master?" Exile asked.

"Because you're the only survivor of the Hard Liquor Binger. I was on that ship too and my old master was killed. So you're the lucky owner of a HK Assass…, I mean, Protocol droid now."

"Lucky me," Exile said. "Do you know how I got on the Ever Hunk?"

"Well Master, after five days of sobriety you had a major slip up. After a big juma juice binge, you passed out in a cargo hold."

"How did I find juma juice on a rehabilitation ship?" Exile asked.

"That is the big mystery Master," says HK. "I believe someone purposely wanted you to slip up and had smuggled the juma juice in from the Ever Hunk when the Hard Liquor Binger allowed it to dock for repairs."

"Who would want to do a thing like that?" Exile wondered.

"I don't know Master, but I did see a very old woman lying next to you in the cargo hold when a flurry of destruction hit the ship."

"Oh no," groaned Exile. "Please don't tell me that I slept with Krusty while I was drunk!"

"Alright Master, I won't tell you then. I will say that the old woman awoke and carried you onto the Ever Hunk. When I saw a bunch of assassins and a man who resembled dried Bantha poodoo causing havoc, I followed you and the old woman onto the Ever Hunk."

"Then what happened?" Exile asked.

"We took off and then the Hard Liquor Binger fired on us, causing me to get locked into a storage closet until we arrived here. The ship was badly damaged, but the mining droids have repaired it now."

"Speaking of mining droids, how come they have all gone crazy and are killing everyone."

"They are poor quality droids Master. That's what happens when you don't want to spend the credits for better droids," says HK.

"Well, I'm getting out of here. There's not a cantina on this whole stinking rock," Exile complained.

"You can't leave Master. The only way to bypass the containment fields is if you have the code," HK says.

"Do you happen to know the code?" Exile asks.

"Yes, but that dead meatbag over there voice printed the terminals to accept only his voice," HK said.

"Hold on," Exile runs across hall and finds a voice print recorder waiting for him in a container. Then he runs back to HK, holding the recording device behind his back.

"O.K., I want you to say the code in the voice of the dead meatbag over there," Exile orders.

"No," says HK.

"What do you mean 'no'?" Exile says.

"I mean that I'm not going to do that Master. It would not be ethical."

"Ethical? Ethical? You're a damned droid! You don't have to be ethical. You only have to be obedient. Now, Master says repeat the code in that man's voice."

"No!" says HK again.

"I guess you're poor quality too, just like those mining droids, if you can't do a simple thing like this," Exile taunted.

"I AM OF TOP QUALITY MASTER," defends HK. "I can so do it. 'Maintenance Control Voiceprint ID: R1-B5,'" says HK in the voice of the dead man.

Exile smiles and holds up the recorder, "Got it! Tricked ya!"

"You will not get far with that Master," fumed HK. "You will have to go outside! There is no way for you to shut down my… I mean the containment fields in this fuel depot. You can only get to the dormitories and those are locked down too!"

"Dormitories? Cool. There's bound to be a bottle of juma juice in there somewhere. See you later fool," Exile laughed as he made his way down the hall.

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