[center]~| Day 2, 12:10-12:19 GST |~
~| Aboard the Kaggath, Arena |~
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After the Jedi had been put asleep, the little droid ended up quickly scattering down the narrow tunnel of the vents. It was clear Navi was frantic and panicked as his thinner legs clicking along the metal insides, the force quickly propelling him down the path he was set on. It took him a few minutes to determine his location before he came to a skidding halt. Scanning its surroundings, it came to a conclusion it was completely lost… again. The droid whirled in what could easily been assumed to be the droid version of cursing out his rotten luck and foolish haste, his sensors trying to determine his location. He knew going back was a dead end, his programming shivering at seeing Xid laying there motionless, causing him to keep moving to see if he could discover another way out. 

A long time passed before something caught his attention, his interior clock reading 12:02 Standard Galactic Time, while he peered down to look at the source. Immediately his sensors registered Korens figure being escorted by a few Imperial Troopers. An idea clicked in the metal circuits as Navi followed the small group, his figure using the vent to keep out of sight while he kept reasonably close. 

It wasn’t long before they came to the arena where Navi was forced to stop just outside the entrance. Without warning, the troopers immediately lifted Koren and tossed him into the pit below, his force power kicking in enough just to prevent him from breaking something. While troopers just stood there along the upper edge and watching the Jedi, Navi had a chance to seek out a lower level vent. Quickly it began to melt off the bolts keeping the metal grate in place and caught it with its front legs before it could drop and catch unwanted attention when it hit the floor. Carefully setting it down, the droid exited then hoisted it back up where it soldered it back into place. A covered vent would draw unwanted attention and likely alert others. 

Since the match created enough noise to cover his activities, all Navi had to do was wait. 

The match over Koren returned the electrostaff to the rack. Though he wasn’t [i]entirely[/i] sure what he was supposed to be doing next. He could no-longer sense the guards. Then something in his head clicked, this whole thing reeked of being a test. He sighed looking up at the top of the arena, no doubt he would find the door open at the top. From there the path to the turbolift would be unlocked and that would take him back to the prison. He could linger, or he could try and take an alternate route however both options were stupid.

He looked up, able to see the faint red Nazca through the glass and several of the other Jedi. Sure he could escape, probably get himself killed or some of them killed for his defiance. No, they’d all leave this ship together. He’d play the game. Though that didn’t mean that he wouldn’t bend a few rules. 

He moved over to the war droid, clenching his right fist and pulling back as the weapons pulled themselves free of the droids carcass. He looked for the best possible entry point and sighed as he couldn’t find one that would let his hand in easily. He closed his eyes, and focused on the droid in the Force. It wasn’t living, but the Force still interacted with it in it’s own way. No doubt Xid could decipher it better but he wasn’t exactly in condition to be here.

He grabbed what he [i]felt[/i] was the centre of the machine. Hopefully some form of powercell and pulled it with the Force. There was a spark and a hiss as it pulled free flying into his hand. He eyed it, still not really understanding if it was the piece he was looking for.

Though with not much time he took the piece and for a second wished he had brought his outer robes with him to try and hide it. The long black robes were currently sitting on his bunk. So he resided with the next best thing. Bending down, pretending to tend to his shoe he put it in his… sock. It obviously bulged but it didn’t fall out, that was the important thing. 

He just had to hope that most of the cameras wouldn’t catch him from the side to see the bulge at the back of his left ankle. Hell, at least it wasn’t a [i]weapon[/i]. He did consider it, even wooden staves would be incredibly useful in training. If the Jedi hadn’t just rioted he may have even considered it though now was not the time.

He began walking towards the edge, eyeing up the jump. Sure he could make it, easily. Though he wanted to play it up a bit, make himself appear more tired than he really was. No point playing your full hand in the first bet. Then he noticed something, a tiny little droid and he was taken aback. 

[i]”Navi?”[/i]

When the guards bizarrely exited the arena area, Navi cautiously darted out from his hiding place. His receptors heard the clicking of his own legs bring him carefully toward the edge of the pit where it stared down at the lone Jedi among the droid wreckage. Any normal droid with have a processing unit in its circuits might’ve felt compassion and sorrow at the graveyard below, but Navi felt nothing. He could be a heartless little thing if he needed to be. In addition, in his readouts, the war droids had little to no hints of higher memory which meant they were nothing more than tools. 

Tools were always disposable in the end, thought Navi. 

When Koren called his name, the droid whistled and clicked in binary quite loudly. His head tilted down then waited for a reply.               

Koren gathered the Force, pushing against the ground as he augmented (To the best of his ability) the strength in his legs. Jumping up the side of the pit, but falling short of the ledge by design. Grabbing the rim he pulled himself up and rolled over the lip, though he wasn’t out of breath. He gave Navi a wink, the little droid would know he could do less than that. As it had no doubt seen on Manaan, if it still had those memories.

He then lingered for a second as if catching his breath before pushing himself to his feet and looking at the door. Again he wished he had somewhere to hide the little droid. “You’re a hearty little one Navi, and I must say it’s both surprising to see you and a good thing. Xid I am sure will be pleased to see you.” [i]It may even snap him out of this suicidal spree he seems to have going.[/i] “I’m afraid I could only hide you on my person if you felt like getting in my other sock, and that may be unpleasant for the both of us.”

He looked around. “You think you can hang onto clothing and move out of the way of cameras?”

Navi clicked twice, then gave a beboop as if in agreement, though there was some irritation in the tone and it was easily noted. The droid considered something for a moment, his gears clicking and whirling in its center processor. He gave a look to Koren about the comment about the sock as it gave a soft, sarcastic whistle. The little droid edged closed then waved his little leg to flag Koren into leaning down where he then scaled under the Knight’s tunic and gently latched on around the shoulders. Navi hung there like a large bag strapped to the front of the older Knight. His back legs folded underneath while his front two were placed on both shoulders.   

Koren looked down at the strange bulge now in the front of his shirt, making him look like some form of weird human alien hybrid. Or like some weird pinup. “Uh, Navi.” He wasn’t really sure on how to put it. Though he just went for it. “This wasn’t really what I had in mind, but I guess if it ain’t broke don’t fix it.” With that he walked out into the corridor, again there were no guards.

“You know, if this isn’t a test. Something seriously bad must be going on somewhere, though I’m going to go out there and hope this is a test.” He turned at a junction with two turbolifts, he came down in [i]one[/i] of them. The other one, if he was correct, should come up in Xid's room. He walked into the one, the door closing and the turbolift starting to rise. “Xid’ll be glad to see you little Navi. Though… he’s not in the best shape. He kissed a girl, Sith happened.”

When Navi heard about the kissing, he gave a disgruntled click and beep of clear disapproval. His eyes flickering in unhappiness at the fact his master kissed another which risked his well-being on the ship, making his job that much harder. He seemed to flex his limbs a bit in frustration while he managed to hang on to the Knight’s shoulders. The little droid tried not to flex so much so he wouldn’t fall off by accident.  

The turbolift shuddered to a halt and he walked out, he couldn’t see Xid from this angle but he could see Tolun Fi so he decided to just roll with it. “Xiiiiiid. I’ve got a preseeent for you” he then moved to a position where he could see a bed. “Oh you’ve got to be fragging kidding me.” The bed lay empty, he’d obviously been taken.

Navi peered up and slowly started to crawl out of Koren’s tunic, scaling his way down the man’s body. It might’ve created a slight tickle with the small legs dancing over his surface. His legs collected under himself as he reached the floor and steadied himself. He had expected to see Xid, something promised by Koren, causing the droid to twist about to face the older Jedi with very loud, and angry sounding beboops, whistles and clicks. 

“No need to get shirty with me Navi. If you didn’t notice I was busy fighting a droid.” He pointed over to the tall Kaminoan Jedi. “Go ask Tolun Fi. He was actually here, he’ll know where Xid is. Hopefully he’ll also be able to understand what you’re saying.”

The droid glared at the man’s tone for a moment or two, his eyes flickered then his legs scrambled over to the medical bay, mindful of the cameras, as he discovered Tolun Fi working on the clean up. MNavi climbed the table leg then settled into the Kamino’s lap like a metal cat, still buzzing out Koren. It was pretty clear he didn’t find Koren’s excuse acceptable in the least.