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Part 2
Okay, there's got to be something around here to do, Wes thought to himself. There's always some poor sap left out here all alone; the regular guards must have something to keep themselves from going space-crazy. He pulled open the top drawer of his desk and started digging. The inset terminal had been his first try, but it was extremely limited in capacity. It wouldn't let him get to any higher network functions, like flight simulations or combat drill programs. His minimal slicing skills had proved ineffective. All he had were several diagrams of the base layout and a directory of comm codes for watch officers of various sections, everything to do with procurement, security, logistics, and maintenance. He wasn't sure what all of them did, but most of them sounded dull as dirt.
Rooting a little deeper through the messy drawer, he found a battered deck of sabaac cards and a few datacards. Pulling them out, he looked the first datacard over curiously and slapped it into the terminal. To his delight, up popped a primitive flight simulation program, what appeared to be some sort of game for adolescents. He quickly mastered the crude controls and started blasting away at oddly shaped starfighters, ungainly things that lumbered through the reaches of computerized space more clumsily than any malfunctioning TIE bomber he'd ever seen.
Twenty minutes later, Wes whooshed through the final level, thoroughly bored. He traded the datacard for the next on the stack. This one appeared to be a first-person combat simulation of some type, his "soldier" slogging through a swampy forest while odd creatures the size of Wookiees loomed out of the trees. He had worse luck with this one, struggling with the awkward controls of his weapon, an enormous blaster pistol that would take two hands just to pick up in real life. His aim was chronically off, a huge annoyance to one for whom shooting something was seldom more difficult than pointing a blaster and pulling the trigger.
Wes yanked the datacard out of the machine and tossed the whole lot of them back into the drawer. Muttering to himself, he picked up the sabaac deck and started fiddling. If there had been another guard on duty, they could play a game, but no such luck. Pulling the top two cards off the deck, he leaned them against each other on the surface of the desk. Two more cards were set against those, then two more, then one on the top to complete a tiny card tower.
Wes looked at his construction in mild surprise. That wasn't so hard, he thought. Picking up the next two cards, he carefully lowered them onto the top of the first stack... which promptly collapsed.
"Arrgh," he said out loud. Pushing the scattered cards back together, he picked up the first two again, leaning them against each other, then the next, then the next... and the whole thing fell down. "Sithspawn!" Once again, two cards, then two, then... nope, collapsed. Two more cards, then two, then two...
Continued in Part 3...