Trini shook her head as Laeonas dismissed the droid, still staring up at it in almost reverent fascination. Her face was reflected, distorted and stretched, in the reflective kiirium of the war-robot's armor.
"You wouldn't say that if you knew the stories the Nikto and the Klatooinians tell about these things..."
After a moment, the pair of them set off deeper into the tunnel. On a whim, Trini reached out and - hesitating a moment - ran her hand over the cool, smooth armor. She winced slightly as a static charge that had built up in her fur discharged into the metal, but she was quickly engrossed by the sensation of the kiirium beneath her touch. The ancient Tionese droidwrights had been masters of their art; the metal had no flaws, none of the pits or other tiny imperfections one might expect of an item that had been manufactured on an industrial scale. The armor was smooth, and perfectly reflective; legend had it that it was capable of bouncing primitive chemical laser beams straight back at their sources, if angled correctly.
Her reverie was broken by Laeonas' receding footsteps. Reluctantly, she turned from the massive droid and hurried after the human; she could always come back for the inert machine, she supposed. Before long, Trini and Laeonas were out of sight in the gloom of the tunnel, leaving the massive war-robot once again alone in the dark. For long minutes, it stood as it had for thousands of years, patient and unmoving, its systems cold.
And then, there was a sound.
It was quiet, only noticeable compared to the dead silence of the tunnel. The tiny click of a solenoid, somewhere deep within the war-robot's massive body. For moments after, there was nothing more, but then another click sounded, and another. After some time, the whine of gyros spinning up and internal servos running diagnostics began to be discernible.
At the droid's side, the fingers of one massive hand flexed.
"You wouldn't say that if you knew the stories the Nikto and the Klatooinians tell about these things..."
After a moment, the pair of them set off deeper into the tunnel. On a whim, Trini reached out and - hesitating a moment - ran her hand over the cool, smooth armor. She winced slightly as a static charge that had built up in her fur discharged into the metal, but she was quickly engrossed by the sensation of the kiirium beneath her touch. The ancient Tionese droidwrights had been masters of their art; the metal had no flaws, none of the pits or other tiny imperfections one might expect of an item that had been manufactured on an industrial scale. The armor was smooth, and perfectly reflective; legend had it that it was capable of bouncing primitive chemical laser beams straight back at their sources, if angled correctly.
Her reverie was broken by Laeonas' receding footsteps. Reluctantly, she turned from the massive droid and hurried after the human; she could always come back for the inert machine, she supposed. Before long, Trini and Laeonas were out of sight in the gloom of the tunnel, leaving the massive war-robot once again alone in the dark. For long minutes, it stood as it had for thousands of years, patient and unmoving, its systems cold.
And then, there was a sound.
It was quiet, only noticeable compared to the dead silence of the tunnel. The tiny click of a solenoid, somewhere deep within the war-robot's massive body. For moments after, there was nothing more, but then another click sounded, and another. After some time, the whine of gyros spinning up and internal servos running diagnostics began to be discernible.
At the droid's side, the fingers of one massive hand flexed.
The mercenary captain's rocket pack clanked as he pressed up against a wall, panting for breath and waving for several other figures to do the same. He cursed to himself, fingering a bit of carbon scoring that stained his otherwise pristine gear; whoever the other fellows were, they knew what they were about, and so far he had lost as much of his command to them as to that damn saber-wielding Sith.
"I'm going to make that one pay." He growled to himself, checking the charge on his twin pistols.
The Sith, of course, and that fuzzy little academic he was protecting, were his objectives from that start, not to mention whatever it was they were looking for. His employer had not been specific about what he and his men were likely to find, but the Captain was assured he would know it when he saw it. He had also been assured that whatever it was, it was valuable enough to leave some of his own troops behind to fight a delaying action against any interlopers, which was exactly what it had come down to.
"Sir! I think I see where they went!"
The little band of mercenaries had come to a wide-open junction in the tunnel network, and one of them was standing by an unfinished-looking bore hole. It only went a few meters into the rock, but there was a neat, human-sized hole cut into it, revealing a dark space beyond.
"Got them." Snarled the Captain. "Everyone, standard sweep! Inside, go, go, go!"
The rocket-jumpers jogged forward, pistols drawn and read, glowrods integrated with their helmets lighting the way. The lights illuminated smooth tunnel walls, and then...
"By Xim!!"
Reflexively, the mercenaries aimed their weapons at the hulking figure they found inside the tunnel. After a moment, however, they relaxed; the massive droid was inert, it seemed.
"Great Old Gods... you know what it is, right?"
The Captain raised his eyebrow at his subordinate. Most of the mercenaries had returned their pistols to their holsters, looking up at the machine in curiosity. The Captain, however, still held one of his weapons, looking apprehensively up at the droid. Something seemed... wrong.
"It's a war-robot, yes." The Captain replied. He had studied his history as much as his tactics. "One of Xim the Despot's, unless I miss my guess. The Thane of my home-world has a few to guard the gates of his estate."
He took a cautious step forward.
"It's probably been standing in this tunnel for... gods know how long it's been standing here."
One of the other mercenaries grinned, and knocked on the broad cuirass of the droid with a resonant clang. "He's dead, I reckon!" The man said with a grin. "Power on this monster probably ran down long-"
With an ominous creak of ancient servos and meshing gears, the war-droid's cranial turret began to swivel. It stopped in its traverse with a clank, and the mercenaries looked up in terror as, with ponderous menace, the dark lenses of the droid's photoreceptors panned downward...
"INNNTRUDERS."
"I'm going to make that one pay." He growled to himself, checking the charge on his twin pistols.
The Sith, of course, and that fuzzy little academic he was protecting, were his objectives from that start, not to mention whatever it was they were looking for. His employer had not been specific about what he and his men were likely to find, but the Captain was assured he would know it when he saw it. He had also been assured that whatever it was, it was valuable enough to leave some of his own troops behind to fight a delaying action against any interlopers, which was exactly what it had come down to.
"Sir! I think I see where they went!"
The little band of mercenaries had come to a wide-open junction in the tunnel network, and one of them was standing by an unfinished-looking bore hole. It only went a few meters into the rock, but there was a neat, human-sized hole cut into it, revealing a dark space beyond.
"Got them." Snarled the Captain. "Everyone, standard sweep! Inside, go, go, go!"
The rocket-jumpers jogged forward, pistols drawn and read, glowrods integrated with their helmets lighting the way. The lights illuminated smooth tunnel walls, and then...
"By Xim!!"
Reflexively, the mercenaries aimed their weapons at the hulking figure they found inside the tunnel. After a moment, however, they relaxed; the massive droid was inert, it seemed.
"Great Old Gods... you know what it is, right?"
The Captain raised his eyebrow at his subordinate. Most of the mercenaries had returned their pistols to their holsters, looking up at the machine in curiosity. The Captain, however, still held one of his weapons, looking apprehensively up at the droid. Something seemed... wrong.
"It's a war-robot, yes." The Captain replied. He had studied his history as much as his tactics. "One of Xim the Despot's, unless I miss my guess. The Thane of my home-world has a few to guard the gates of his estate."
He took a cautious step forward.
"It's probably been standing in this tunnel for... gods know how long it's been standing here."
One of the other mercenaries grinned, and knocked on the broad cuirass of the droid with a resonant clang. "He's dead, I reckon!" The man said with a grin. "Power on this monster probably ran down long-"
With an ominous creak of ancient servos and meshing gears, the war-droid's cranial turret began to swivel. It stopped in its traverse with a clank, and the mercenaries looked up in terror as, with ponderous menace, the dark lenses of the droid's photoreceptors panned downward...
"INNNTRUDERS."
Trini's broad ear twitched, and she paused in her stride, looking over her shoulder back the way she had come.
"Did you hear something just now...?"
The Amaran shook her head ruefully. Changing air currents, probably. She resumed walking, catching up to Laeonas, and the pair of them rounded a bend in the tunnel.
"So, like I was saying, this was all probably improvised; the Captain in the old video said she was waiting on word of succession, and as we know, that never quite happened. Likely she didn't have specific orders for if the situation didn't sort itself out, so she had to decide what to do over the long term. My guess is at the end of this tunnel, we'll find-..."
The beam of Trini's glowrod fell on a solid barrier.
"...a locked door."
The light of the beam glinted off the dark, glossy metal of a blast door. It was not kiirium, but some form of bronzium; there was no corrosion on the metal, and it still bore a smooth, mirror-like surface; leaning close, Trini saw a dim reflection of herself.
"Beyond this, I suspect, is a drydock that's been roofed over. Pretty simple idea, really; the treasure is really big, so you need a big space to hold it. Make a duracrete roof over one of those pits we saw outside, disguise it with stone and sand and rubble. Then, disguise the underground entrance as an unfinished tunnel. Instant treasure vault."
She stepped back, swinging the beam of the glowrod around. The light caught recesses in the wall to either side of the door, in which stood familiar hulking shapes; war-robots, just as inert as the one by the tunnel entrance.
"Kriff, I don't see any controls on this side... probably those droids were meant to signal whoever or whatever was inside to open up. Good news, what we're looking for is probably just on the other side of these doors. Bad news..."
Trini cast a glance down at Laeonas' lightsaber.
"...we may need your party trick again."
"Did you hear something just now...?"
The Amaran shook her head ruefully. Changing air currents, probably. She resumed walking, catching up to Laeonas, and the pair of them rounded a bend in the tunnel.
"So, like I was saying, this was all probably improvised; the Captain in the old video said she was waiting on word of succession, and as we know, that never quite happened. Likely she didn't have specific orders for if the situation didn't sort itself out, so she had to decide what to do over the long term. My guess is at the end of this tunnel, we'll find-..."
The beam of Trini's glowrod fell on a solid barrier.
"...a locked door."
The light of the beam glinted off the dark, glossy metal of a blast door. It was not kiirium, but some form of bronzium; there was no corrosion on the metal, and it still bore a smooth, mirror-like surface; leaning close, Trini saw a dim reflection of herself.
"Beyond this, I suspect, is a drydock that's been roofed over. Pretty simple idea, really; the treasure is really big, so you need a big space to hold it. Make a duracrete roof over one of those pits we saw outside, disguise it with stone and sand and rubble. Then, disguise the underground entrance as an unfinished tunnel. Instant treasure vault."
She stepped back, swinging the beam of the glowrod around. The light caught recesses in the wall to either side of the door, in which stood familiar hulking shapes; war-robots, just as inert as the one by the tunnel entrance.
"Kriff, I don't see any controls on this side... probably those droids were meant to signal whoever or whatever was inside to open up. Good news, what we're looking for is probably just on the other side of these doors. Bad news..."
Trini cast a glance down at Laeonas' lightsaber.
"...we may need your party trick again."