[B]Navi[/B] 

Time: 78:45:16 (3 days, 6 hours, 45 minutes, and 16…seconds)

Navi was nervous. It was very nervous as it hung there, suspended just a few feet over the floor by a thick cable. Currently it was jacked into the Maintenance console port and hacked through the first, minor, firewall while its eyes cautiously peered around for the door’s familiar hiss that would once more force it into the nearest dark corner. Minutes seemed to tick by, twisted into hours which allowed the bot to reflect upon how it had, of all places, come here. And into this unavoidable predicament that put it in a risky position. 

When things had finally settled down within the hanger, Deck 01 as it later learned, the little bot had finally gathered enough courage to venture out of its small hiding space onto the floor. It swayed and wove though variety of crate sizes on its way towards a better spot and hopeful a more productive one. Only a few eyes noted its movements, mostly labor droids as their hollow and vacant eyes made a passed glance before once more they returned to their work. At the sight, Navi couldn’t help but feel an electrical impulse which caused it to shiver mentally. No matter how often it saw a mandatory memory wiped droid, Empire or Republican, it gave Navi what was best described as the creeps. Hastily it put on speed before it disappeared into the nearest vent entrance capable of supporting its size. 

From Deck level 01, Navi wandered, carefully, up to the next deck. Some of the vent systems interconnected yet not all. Much of the vent systems had been dead ends, too dangerous, or too tight to squeeze in without a tool to make it larger. For the most part, Navi had spent several hours wandering the connections between the levels where it either got lost completely or made progress. At what Navi would later learn was the Storage Level, all its vents were independent from the next level which frustrated the droid and forced it to change tactics. Navi quietly scaled the roof where it stayed there, scrambling towards the first isolated console which happened to be a fair ways from its location. Once more the droid lowered itself and pushed in its jack, rotated it, and hacked beyond the firewalls set in place. The procedure took minutes as it reached the first data collection. Sadly there was little useful data to be gleaned from it. No information about any high level prisoners onboard, any registry of holding cells or clues that any Jedi, Xid included, was even on the ship. For a disturbing moment the droid had considered that maybe its master wasn’t on the Hâsk. Immediately it shook the notion away and decided to gather more Intel about the levels to start with. 

It first noticed something… odd after hacking several other consoles, slowly pieced the Hâsk’s size and level ratio. 

At first look, most droids wouldn’t have paid it any mind but Navi was not the average droid. Something about the information rubbed its metal shell wrong as it rescanned the Hâsk dimensions then ran right back through the level listings, finally to take note of the oddity: There should’ve been more levels. Unless the ship’s middle was hollow, then there should’ve been more listed levels for a ship of this volume. However when Navi attempted to access farther details, it seemed some of the data had been deleted and any fragmented data was heavily guarded under security. Getting pass it would take too much time, Navi decided, when it thought to take another action course. This time it headed back to the Maintenance Deck. Though droids strictly set for maintenance never left the area, there was also human staff which both received and logged system repairs. It was mainly to prevent too many staff from working upon the same projects at one time throughout the ship. At least… Navi had hoped. 

The doors made a loud hiss when they came open causing Navi to swivel its eyes in that direction. Instantly it released its cable, soundlessly its six legs dropped to the floor and scrambled under a tight crawl space. It had glimpsed an Empire maintenance worker walk in just moments after its run for cover! Navi couldn’t confirm if it had been spotted and wasn’t about to risk revealing its position if hadn’t. It noticed the woman had stared right at the console it had hid under, her eyes narrowed and focused hard upon it. Finally, after a few seconds, her boots started towards it. In dread the bot froze in wait, the worker drew closer and closer with each step. Then she stopped but never lowered her body to look underneath. Her fingers made loud clicks upon the terminal’s key panel, and seemingly sought something on the display screen. Slowly the little droid retreated farther into its hiding spot, a faint hope to stay out of sight yet it was stopped…by something warm and alive. Navi’s eyes quickly came backwards to identify it. 

It was a creature and a nasty looking one! 

Some faint traits identified it as once being a female Scurrier, an omnivorous creature found in many different places according to the Jedi archives, but obvious there was something very wrong with it. Her skin took on a pale, sickly yellow and had several seeping warts giving her a rough texture. The eyes glowed bright red and glared at the bot before her, the slightly flat mouth pulled back to reveal several needlelike teeth in a hiss. The slightly larger body was squeezed into the space while she raised a small clawed paw threateningly. In a flash it attacked! Strong back legs kicked off the wall and the Scurrier launched herself at the droid, her teeth ready. Navi’s legs hopped to the side causing the creature to miss. The little bot spun around, its eyes upon the little she’s devil’s movements, as the Sith spawn moved for a second attempt. It wasn’t going to happen. With a slight click and buzz, its laser was out and aimed at her, threating. The Sith Scurier seemed unfazed by the contraption that was pulled on her. Her body drew closer and teeth clamped down upon Navi’s leg right at the joint. Hastily Navi pulled back to pry her from it. Instead the creature’s grip tightened, its maul started to pull the leg from its body joint with surprising strength! The droid gave a whirling sound equivalent to a human scream and finally let the beam loose at the creature’s eye. At the burnt sensation within her eyes, the Sith spawn yelped then jerked passed the bot to vanish into a nearby hole. In her wake was the smell of cooked flesh. 

Navi stared after the hole in which the Scurrier had vanished. Satisfied that the Sith spawn wouldn’t return right away, its eyes swayed to view the damaged caused. It tested the leg, gingerly, able to view the wiring that peered out of the dislocated limb. Despite the look, the damaged was mendable. But it would take hours, unlike when Xid did it, for Navi to complete the needed repairs. In addition it would need to salvage and reformat any needed materials for the patch job. Clearly annoyed by the growing list, the bot slicked and buzzed its sour mood while it vanished in the Scurrier’s wake to retrieve the items. Its laser held at the ready the whole time…