#mt-4t

“SHORTY!” Carmadda bellowed over the blasterfire. “I SAID NO!”

The mini-astromech beeped back, telling her exactly where she could go stick her favorite servodriver. And then the little droid continued down the hallway as if he had no care in the world.

“WELL FUCK YOU T- Oh shit.”

Blasterbolts hammered into the panel above her head and sent a particularly large piece of the ceiling clatterinng down half a foot from her.

Carmadda stared at the ceiling chunk for a good half-second.

The other panels groaned overhead.

It was time to go. She checked her scattergun, decided it was primed enough, and chucked a flash grenade in the direction of the pirates.

And then promptly took off down the other hallway after MT-4T. “Shorty!”

He was already at the door, extendable arm plugged in. His dome slowly turned as he tracked her running up to him.

“What did I tell you about running off on your own?”

MT-4T stayed silent. Instead he opened the door.

Fog greeted them.

Carmadda grunted as she picked him up. “Oooh boy, you’d- Fuck.” She broke into an awkward jog as more blasterfire sailed past them. “Why are you so heavy- Yes, I know you’re made of durasteel,” she snapped at his beeping.

Her speeder was only another ten- five- just there-

She plunked MT-4T into his retro-fitted carrier on the back of the bike.

The pirates were still on them. Blasterfire pinged off the speeder’s plating, and- Oh. They had assault rifles. Lovely. All this effort just for the little datacard she’d liberated.

Carmadda threw another grenade in their direction and kicked the speeder on. “You ready, MT?” She pulled up her flight goggles, grinning.

He screeched happily.

She spun the speeder in a circle and shot towards a shadow looming out of the gloom, leveling her scattergun and pulling the trigger. The figure fell and she hung a tight left, narrowly missing the warehouse. If she’d wanted to, she could’ve reached out and touched it.

Carmadda flicked on her fog lights, risking it. If the pirates saw the lights, they’d know it was her. But she could outrun them. It was harder to outrun a streetpost right in the middle of her path. It was much easier to run into.

She weaved through the warehouse district. Water was collecting on her goggles; the fog making her jacket and sleeves damp.

MT-4T let out a warning beep.

The speeder protested as she forced it up a wall, then almost immediately to level out on top of the warehouses.

Carmadda killed the lights and turned the engine down to idle.

In the alleys below came the whines of swoop bikes. Smaller, more agile. 

MT-4T’s beep could best be summed up as ‘bring it on suckers’.

“No, we’re not racing them,” she said over her shoulder to him. “We got what we need.” Carmadda turned the speeder around and coasted along, skimming the warehouse roofs.

What they needed, specifically, was a nice little datacard with access codes to Captain Andronikos Revel’s private banking account with the Galactic Bank.

It was payback for him trying to blow her ship up on a run.

She piloted the speeder out of the city, past the docks and rivers where the fog was thick enough that she dared flick her fog lights back on.

Part of Carmadda wished she’d pulled the little theivery stunt in the daylight, but the fog was the perfect way to slip out of grasp of the pirates.

The coordinates beeped on her datapad, and she slowed.

And then a massive shadow, boxy and irregular, loomed out of the fog.

The Freighter.

“Shorty,” Carmadda warned the droid.

He threw the holoprojector remote at Goldy and went racing down the hallway to crash into Deuces.

She didn’t bother to get up and see if either droid was okay. They were. If they weren’t, then they’d be making a ruckus. Well, to be fair, more of a ruckus. Deuces always pitched a fit when MT-4T ran into him.

“Mistress Shade, I tell you-”

“That he needs to be kept on a leash like an aak dog, I know.” Carmadda tried to hide a yawn.

C2-N2 didn’t miss it. “I changed the sheets in the captain’s chambers, Mistress Shade. And removed all traces of Master Jarn.”

“Don’t call him ‘Master’ anything unless you’re gonna call him a massive dickhead.” She rubbed her eyes. “I wouldn’t mind sleeping out here- SHORTY, PUT THAT DOWN-”

Where the droid had gotten the welding torch, she had no idea, but MT-4T was going after Goldy with it.

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MT-4T aka 'Shorty', the smuggler's sidekick droid:

wow that looks familiar... oh wait, its my icon