"I was just going to ask if you were up for some drink later on after this," Toland replied with a smile as he looked onto the MD droid. The old model had definitely seen hard days, either through hours of long surgery or medicating the [i]unsavory[/i] crew of the Intruder. "If you want I can still take that old guy off your hands. Turn him into something useful like an clock or something."

Toland took the power cell and hooked it up directly to Iggy's repulsorlift, overclocking it by about one-hundred and fifty percent. Along with that, Toland redirected all of the IM-6's base power cells directly to all other systems and equipment. If his hunch was right, little Iggy would be zipping and zooming around like an X-Wing pilot on the roughest drugs in the galaxy.

"Ok Iggy, I want you to do five laps around the med-bay. I want you to stay low in case there something else is going on and you lose control. After the second lap, I want you to go as high as you can and show us what you are made of."