[Sith War IX] spikes and robots
Peter Hanely
Chateau des
Ordinateurs. The gleaming white walls and towers were black as coal.
Someone would
pay to have them whitewashed.
Keying the access code to the secure garage, he flew in and landed, then
rushed up to the
sales floor to see the shop steward. Everything there was in dark or
drab colors. The
PDA's were displaying in white on black, even the color models. The
astromechs for sale
were equilly drab in brown and grey. In a coldly logical but
irresistably forcefull voice he
made his query. "What happened here?"
The protocol droid was pitch black, instead of it's former shining
silver, and clearly
depressed. "Nothing much, just a goth bomb hitting town."
It made sense. The energy wave that flooded out from the stadium had
the right properties.
Nearly everyone he'd seen since leaving the giant PDA was dressed in
black leather and
spikes. Even the droidikas had spiked collars, though it was less
noticeable on them.
And he knew who set the bomb off. Alice and her little sith rat would pay.
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He reviewed the record of the last confrontation. Interesting how
adaptable the little
vermine were. A memo was sent to production. The next batch of seakers
would have
spikes to fit the tone posessing RASSM city. He also wanted a fast, but
generally non
fatal, attack for the remotes. Mustn't give the rat time to employ it's
dark-side powers
and blow up another power cell. Knock-out gas.
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Summary:
The Jedi Hacker returns from his last fight and takes stock of the shop.
He prepares to take prisoners on the next confrontation.
--
The Jedi Hacker
"A Jedi uses the code for queries and filters, never for cracks."