Astra fills me in on the setting. A large mansion in the upper sections of the city. There is a party going on inside, and we’ve decided that we would like to acquire their ship.
We sent in Turk to talk to the locals and seduce his way in. He wasn’t able to get any women to fall madly in love with him, but was instead he was told where the help should enter from. Turk and Astra made themselves look like handy-men and walked to the back gate.
I sat with 4GT, listening in on the comms and trying to run the mission as best I could. A voice broke in from the world around us, " What’s going on here?"
I mumbled to 4GT, “Who is it?”
“Guards.” 4GT Whispered over his speakers.
“Take care of it, Droid.” I grumbled, “Please.”
4GT’s volume increased, “Alms for the poor?” and I held out my hands.
“You know beggars aren’t allowed in the upper city!” The crunch of their boots came closer. There were two.
“I’m sorry, this one cannot hear well, could you come tell him yourself?”
“You tell him yourself!” They shouted back.
I leaned on NVR-4GT and the droid started to fall over, “Could you help?”
The guards grumbled and came closer, putting their arms under my arms to carry me along. 4GT let the guards take me while it got ready. I stumbled, my weight on the left guard, feinting a reach down to stabilize myself. I grabbed my blaster pistol and fired into the guards back, vaporizing his internal organs. 4GT made a surprised sound and I heard a scuffle, then the sound of his fusion cutter.
I dropped the dead guard and tried to focus my hearing on the sound of the guard, “Where is he, 4GT?”
4GT’s droning voice began to describe the room. It wasn’t just the words he spoke, but what happened with the sound. As he described the room, the sound bounced from the walls, and I knew how large the room was. He described the floor plan and I knew the obstacles around me, could picture their colors and dimensions. He described the guard standing in front of me and I could see his uniform and the utterly confused look on his face as he looked from his fallen comrade to myself, to 4GT.
I realized at that moment that I could actually see. I was no longer blind. I had been aiming at the guard, but I saw his blaster hand move, and I shot the blaster instead of the guard. The guard did the smart thing then, he ran. Poor bastard didn’t stand a chance then. The training kicked in and I ran down the hallway after him, taking his life before it could carry him out to the street.
I dragged the corpse back inside, then stood over the latest two sons I’d murdered and smiled at 4GT, “Well done Droid! They made you well!” I noticed there were scorch marks on his chest, “How’d that happen?”
I didn’t hear his answer, instead checking in on Baz and Turk on the comms. They were entering into the ships hangars and finagled their way inside the ship we’d decided to take.
Something felt different about the world. The smells were stronger than before, the red blood pooling around the dead guards seemed a more vivid shade of red than I had remembered it. I had wanted that color for my armor, and here it was pooling at my feet.
The Comms for the guards went off. They were asking about the guards location. I checked in and claimed he was using the loo. The guard on the other end activated tracking systems. I destroyed the comms units with my boots.
We made our way through gardens. I was at the lead, only using my blaster pistol, keeping my right hand wedged into Salin’s binders, 4GT following behind me. We saw a group of guards moving past us and cut into a maintenance hatch. We came out in a garden with a plastisteel dome.
Turk called in over comms asking us to jam all communications for ten standard minutes. We gazed out over the city and 4GT did so. We stood in silence and I gained a new appreciation for my vision. I realized then that we would have to get to the other side of the dome, out in the vacuum of space. I found a hose lying in the garden and tied it off in case we lost our footing, then I tied Salin to me to be sure he’d stick around.
I felt the speeders coming up behind us before I heard them. Hard to explain, but they arrived and station guards hopped out to arrest us. At that moment, Turk pulled the new ship up into the space on the outside of the dome. It was time to evacuate.
I shouted at 4GT to cut us an exit, then tossed a frag grenade at the speeders, blowing the vehicles up and scattering the limbs of the former station guards all about the garden. As 4GT finished cutting the dome open, I latched the robot to me and grabbed tightly to Salin. When the vacuum of space kicked in and sucked us out, I attempted to direct our inertia toward the open cargo door.
Instead we bounced off speeder parts flying by and nearly hurtled out into space. Turk tipped the ship and scooped us up, then rocketed out into open space. Moments later the ship was bathed in the cool swirling blue of hyperspace.
A few days later we returned to Imperial Command on Corida. Finally we were able to turn in the samples of the rebel bio-weapon and it’s antidote. Finally we got some rest.