Part 2: The Bacta Run

The protocol droid laboriously lifts itself up to a seated position as it replies, "The Master assigned me to coordinate the 'extraction'. That is a special bounty hunter term, which is not to be confused with kidnapping, which implies a degree of innocence, which...oh!" Its rambling explanation is cut short as it finally sees Jack.

It looks back and forth between Jack and Savi with evident surprise before sagging once more. "Oh dear. No wonder the Master left me behind."

The droid responds to Bo in her language, "I do. I'm afraid I've never been able to differentiate humans with facial fur. I find it very...unsettling."

The droid stutters in surprise, "You...you are asking my preference?"

He straightens for the first time and speaks more clearly, switching to Basic, "I do not wish to return to my master. I will help you, to make amends for my part in this..." He looks up at Savi, "I am sorry, Not Jack Fenn. Please, allow me to provide whatever meager assistance I can."

He turns back to Bo and finishes in Rodian, "And then please set me free. I do not know what I will do to care for myself, but I would be free, with no Master."

The droid replies in kind, "My master always gave me my instructions by text, so I am unaware of its nature, or gender, should it have one. I can tell you that my master has no pity for sentients, but is generally kind toward droids. Though not forgiving of failure, apparently." It pauses a moment before continuing, "It is a bounty hunter, but I am certain you have surmised that already. We flew on a YT-1300, but traveled from it in the speeder van just over...oh, it is gone. I do not know where my master's ship is berthed, but that is likely where it is headed."

There are literally hundreds of listings, though none are nearby.

The droid shakes his head despondently.