Unlimited Power

[Laira Darkhold]

Seconds passed, but it felt like minutes. Time was slower than normal, and my movements seemed sluggish, not going as fast as my brain thought they should or wanted them to. I finally, kicked my feet out, just before landing on the back to the beast, exhaust slowing me enough to not fall of when I skidded to a stop on its back armor. The head of the droid swiveled to face me, and I rushed forward, grabbing hold of its neck with both arms. I had intended to blow the head with a missile originally, but now that I was here, it seemed like a better plan to tear the head off with my crushgaunts and cybernetically enhanced strength. Straining under the pressure the droid trying to throw me off of it, and my arms starting to hurt for the strain of the servos, finally the metal holding the neck together buckled surrendering to me, cracking and bending, fissures opening up on it. With all my strength I pulled backwards trying to yank the neck from the socket and loud popping noises started erupting from the droid’s neck joint. With a final grunt, I tore the head from the chassis, sparking as it separated.

 

[Laira Darkhold]

With a whimper and gargled buzz of static the massive droid collapsed in a heap. I was faced with a new challenge. Even if I intended to tear this thing apart and only take its generator, it would never be small enough to carry on the BARC speeder bike. I would need to summon my ship and carry it off on the G9 Rigger. Sychronizing my helmet to the slave curcuits on my small personal ship I called it to me, hoping the droid brains would be able to handle the interesting effect the substance had with sensors and avionics.

About an hour passed before the ship arrived on the mesa, but luckily with to tank sized holes in the building the G9 rigger wouldn’t have much trouble opening up its cargo bay and mag-grappling the droid up to it. It was just a matter of dragging and pulling in the right manner, to get the droid body loaded on to the ship and tucked away neatly in the cargo bay. I just needed to get back to Jabiim and have Benji analyze the crap out of it. I spent about two hours getting the droid loaded and resituating everything to fit within the small ship.

 

[Laira Darkhold]

Once I had the droid loaded up in the ship I began the long slow journey home. With the Razor’s Edge having to mag-locked to the hull, it slowed the G9 rigger significantly, and caused it to rattle during atmospheric exit, at least more than usual. The trip back to Jabiim was slow going despite the impressive hyperdrive in the G9 rigger I used to haul myself around the galaxy. I should travel in more style than this I thought to myself. I own one of the largest Arms Manufacturing companies in the Republic. I should at least arrive in a cruiser or in serious style. During the trip I did research on which ships I should use for my own personal use, and settled on an older design, but tucked that knowledge away for later. I didn’t have time to worry about those things with a breakthrough in the works. I knew Benji would be glad that I brought him most of a droid, not just the generator. The massive overcharged laser cannons were still completely intact and its generator functioned fine from what my sensor could tell. It seemed the only thing I had done was tear off the droids processor, rendering it inert.

 

[Laira Darkhold]

Slow and uneventfully were the words I would use to describe my trip from Makeb to Jabiim. It was a slow trip, at least compared to what I was used to. I was used to zipping around the galaxy at break neck speeds and bustling from place to place without much down time, so even moderately long trips I got restless and had to go find things to do aboard the ship. I ended up pulling apart my blasters and stitching them back together about a dozen times, figuring out how to do it as quickly and efficiently as possible. Finally after a few days sitting hyperspace for roughly a week going from Makeb to Jabiim the Cutting Edge reverted from Hyperspace and swooped towards the planet with all the grace afforded to the bulky, boxy, overladen ship. It wasn’t meant to be anything fancy, just a ship to go from point a to point b, and that was exactly what it was doing this time. I pulled into the stormy atmosphere of the planet, letting the lightning and ran flash around the ship, without taking notice. I landed the ship and began hauling the massive droid off the ship with repulsorlift carts and heavy loader droids. Benji stepped out of the building to inspect what I had brought for him.

 

[Laira Darkhold]

He looked over the boxy body of the large droid a little in awe of the size of it. “Well that’s certainly bigger than I thought it would be,” he said regarding it, “But it is an Isotope-5 Generator, so I should be able figure out how it works based off what you’ve brought me.” The old duros spoke, while inspecting the droid. “I see the lasers are intact as well. It should be fun pulling those apart and figuring out how they work. I’m interested to see what makes these things so special, but for now I will stick with the generators.” He said.

Days later he had successfully reverse engineered the generator, having discovered how they utilize the terrifying substance to process energy from it, creating a very powerful generator much smaller than a normal one. Even the safest generator has risks, but these are hardly the safest. Unfortunately, it was quickly noticed that the larger the generator the less of them could be produced. The benefit was that the generators were about twice as powerful a standard generator, meaning ships could be faster and more potent despite being smaller, personal generators could be only a few kilograms, and vehicles could be shield much more effectively.