Chapter 4 - Power Vacuum

The droid has not been well maintained but appears to be in good shape, it has simply been powered down. While the attempt to remove the symbol on the box was more than enough to obscure it at a quick glance, Kip can quite easily make out the remnants of an Imperial Crest when he sees one. He also knows that whatever this device is, it's not a tracker of any type that he's aware of.

"So, you think you can hook that up?"

The Twi'lek's blood drains from his face as he realizes that Kip is not buying his story about the tracker. He reaches for his droid and starts to stuff it back into his bag.

"I'll just, uh, go now... this wasn't a good idea."

He stares down at the counter and holds out his hand, waiting for Kip to return the device.

Looking completely defeated, the young Twi'lek's shoulders slump and his head drops forward as he continues to stare at the top of the counter, avoiding eye contact.

"It an EMP device... or that's what I've been told. The Imps put them on their own vehicles. If one of them get nicked, they can activate it remotely and it will shut down vehicle down. I found this one attached to my father's speeder - Imps don't like him - not sure what their plan was though."

He lift his gaze, looking Kip directly in the eye.

"I was just going to have the droid ready to hit the Imps with their own weapon. I wasn't going to hurt anyone, just their vehicle. I promise!"

Since no one seems to be particularly bothered after he's told the truth about the device, the young man starts to relax just a bit and calmly finishes stuffing his droid into the sack.

"Not really." he replies, slightly shrugging his shoulders.

"Imps don't like him because he won't work for them. I know they've pulled some of his buddies to that site they have - but dad don't want nothing to do with it. What do they want with a bunch of miners anyway?"

The young man considers Kip's warning and takes a few seconds to ponder his options. He reaches into his pocket and throws 200 credits onto the counter.

"Would you be able to hook this up for me?"

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Guy's message to the FSF elicits a quick response.

"Understood." a familiar voice answers. "I'll be there in 20 minutes."

There isn't much of interest in either of the thug's pockets.

The young man stares at Kip for a quick moment, before letting out a long sigh.

"You're right." he says quietly, shaking his head.

"It's not going to stop them from doing what they want, and probably would just make things tougher than they already are."

He picks up his pack and slings it back onto his shoulders, and places the device back onto the counter.

"Probably best I don't take this with me." he says, pushing it towards Kip, before taking his leave.

With the young Twi'lek long gone and the thug twins still laying unconscious in the work area of the store, there's a knock at the back door.

"FSF, Sergeant Mucecud here.", Mirach announces, just loud enough to be heard.

"We're here about the packages."

With her is Kiraj'ames'will, the Chiss PC that was first on scene when Mirach's apartment was being investigated by both you and the Mirialan thugs. Curiously, neither are wearing their uniforms.