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Your large, central, rubied eye watches the human-shaped droid, studying the figure with an intense focus. He is a large one, an unholy chimaera between a battledroid and an assassin bot. A thick torso, heavy with armour shielding his heart, strong arms conceal stowed blasters. It, being the last presence in the room, fulfils its duty. Alone, the robot’s eyes gaze into the screens without blinking, watching for anything of note while his fleshy companions are checking out the security alert. Vulfstahn is just lucky your synthetic brother was not at the desk during his affliction, otherwise the droid would have caught what these inept organics missed.
Despite his imposing build, you think you could still kill him. All you need to do is dig your fangs into his neck and unleash a torrent of electricity, frying his circuits. But as with all things, there is nothing certain. You could make a mistake and miss his vital wires. Also, leaving his body behind would only further raise suspicions. No, you will leave him alive, for now. Instead, you will send him a false message telling him to come to his dolts for masters, leaving you alone to conduct your business.
A fabricated message is produced by an antenna hidden beneath your outer shell; it contains sender codes that you’ve ascertained belong to the security forces. If they were competent, they would have revolving codes that change with every passing second, but with all the Sith housed in this compound, security wasn’t given the proper care it deserved. You see the logic, but find it lacking; these are the future of the Sith. Eyes need to be on them constantly; if an assassin waltzed in here and added some slow-acting nerve agent to the air system, you’d be down an entire cohort. Nerve agents are great, your master should really consider trying to acquire some, an excellent method to kill fellow force users.
The sitting figure rises to his feet and marches one step after another until he leaves through the doors which shut behind him, leaving the centre utterly defenceless. Uncurling your body, you extend your thin legs and crawl out of your hiding spot. Reaching the open floor, you leap like an alien predator onto the control panel. On the screen in front, both the humans and the droid are still moving away from this bunker. You have enough time to do your work and get out before you are spotted.
