Jadcasa Leesib
(Writing this at roughly 5 in the morning, while barely awake - I'll correct any typos this evening after work when I get home. Also, are we both using dice or is that merely for your in-universe gambling? Embarrassingly, I've yet to use the dice system and would need a small bit of practice before getting used to it... Also, I assume droids are immune to a mere thirty minutes worth of wireless hacking devices via certain countermeasures, so I'll roll with that.)
The silver, blunt-tipped sheen of the droid's data scomp finalized its rotations, withdrawing with a soft
whirr of satisfaction from the computer interface, the droid having found the information on a ship that would fit his purposes for many years to come, were he successful in obtaining it. The gray astromech's blue-white photoreceptor swiveled to and fro as his sole tread carried him forward across the smooth, night-chilled sands of Tatooine. The demure-seeming droid virtually alone as his path carried him towards an eccentricity that, were he an organic, would have excited him: the local Holonet networks had revealed an unusual signal, the barest hints of what could only have been the local Holonet network's main router, though the location left the astromech rather perplexed, even as it was only a few hundred feet away: R2-32's Bar and Cantina.
Either it was the dumbest place in the Outer Rim to put such a sensitive and important piece of equipment, locally-speaking, given the universal nature and stupidity of organics and their mind-altering substances, or else a third party in no way involved with the local Holonet crew was at work here and, based on that last known location of the slicer whom had stolen the information the droid wanted before he ventured here, the latter option seemed plausible... Even if that was not the case, the information gleaned from even a poorly-placed router in such a location buzzing with information from organics and their computers would be a perfect place to eavesdrop, but auditorily and electronically, and the droid could simply narrow down the location of either the hacker or more clues via which to follow the trail...
The droid whirred along without incident, his boxlike chassis swiveling atop its tread once or twice to ascertain the surrounding area and, apart from a braying Dewback, a stumbling, rotund, gray-fleshed Sullustan drunk, presumably calling for his wife in a raspy, slurring voice, several hovering cam-droids and a cadre of barely-clothed, laughing Twi-lek women of varying hues and body sizes, the astromech was alone. The cantina in question was quieter then the few others the droid had frequented, only a few dozen patrons gathered before several gambling tables, interspaced around several sections and all seemingly deeply focused on their games or the antics of their fellows, hushed laughter echoing from their various ranks. A drunken, orange, scar-crossed and lithe Feeorin patted the astromech's top, and the droid clicked irritably at him, before his tread shifted down along a ramp towards a dark corner... His photoreceptor shivered up and down: only tables, patrons, the bar itself, a fridge for liquids and several service-oriented, lesser-model astromechs were around him, whirring and beeping to their guests and one another as they rolled along on haphazard, cumbersome-looking legs that lacked the stability and purposefulness of his own single tread, a much more perfect foundation, to be sure....
There was no sign of any of the larger computer equipment and the necessary terminals needed for a primary router... That could only mean a certain third party was active. The droid needed to find...
There it was! A shadowed computer interface shone forth in the cantina's dull yellow lighting in one far corner, just below a much smaller, patron-access terminal, rusted and coated in a thin layer of grime. The droid's data scomp shifted forth from his rightmost panel even as he reached the forgotten, seemingly neglected interface, the rotating tip immediately beginning to exchange requests and queries; it was only a matter of moments until he located the source of a much out-of-place signal...
Briefly, an error code registered to the droid's logical software, and his scomp just-as-swiftly retracted, and he released a whirr of disgust as he shifted backwards.
Somewhere in this very cantina, a rogue hacker - perhaps even the one he was seeking - was playing with some form of malicious technology...
Sputtering in annoyance at the brief sting of a virus' attempt on his interfacing, the droid swiveled, his position in the corner enabling him a wide view of the tables all around him. His photoreceptor switched to darkness and his whirring slowed as he pretended to power down...
All he had to do now was watch and wait...
