Pidge agreed with the droid. She could slice, but she couldn’t materialize data out of thin air. She needed access to the correct systems. Typically with medical systems, the security was so advanced it could only be accessed by computers in the facility linked to patient information. She had done it at her old medbay for months, mostly for curiosity’s sake. She had never gone so far as to blackmail. Just knowing things gave her a rush that no spice ever could. That why she did what she did. Or at least, that used to be why. Now it was higher stakes. Still thrilling, but ten times as dangerous. She had found companionship and excitement in her work, so recently, the rush had become more of a bonus.
“I could have another sudden bout of brainrot if we need to get in quick. They won’t keep me in the waiting room, and once the exam room is empty, I can take a look at the computer. Better yet, you can assign yourself to ‘treating’ me, claiming to be a resident droid. If you want to go a subtler route, we could be touring interns.”
The Twi’lek looked to the droid. He was logical, but she was creative. She could come up with plans, he could determine the safes. She felt her heart quicken with the excitement of their new mission.
“I could have another sudden bout of brainrot if we need to get in quick. They won’t keep me in the waiting room, and once the exam room is empty, I can take a look at the computer. Better yet, you can assign yourself to ‘treating’ me, claiming to be a resident droid. If you want to go a subtler route, we could be touring interns.”
The Twi’lek looked to the droid. He was logical, but she was creative. She could come up with plans, he could determine the safes. She felt her heart quicken with the excitement of their new mission.