Star Wars: New Frontier/Chapter 12

Seperatist Mobile Detention Center 112385

Beater was looking down at his feet. How could he explain what he had done? He had inevitably exposed both of them in the exact time they were needed.

I'm a failure, he thought. Just then he thought he heard a beep. And another one. And another. Am I going crazy because of guilt?.

Just then voices came into his head. Many voices.

"We've got a signal hooked onto him."

"Both of them?"

"Yes. Sending cordinates now."

What?! he silently exclaimed. Just then, an array of numbers came into his head. Then letters. Then he began seeing a map of the entire prison, all in his mind!

"What's going on!?" he yelled. He began to hear more voices.

"Beaming codes down now."

"Ready, Commander?"

"All ready, Sandurz."

"Input 2214, 765504 and....wait for it.....punch it!"

What?

He heard a strange, almost futuristic noise, and in front of his eyes, a Seperatist Access Key appeared out of nowhere!

"An Access Key?" he asked.

Another voice ran through his head. "That's right Beater, take the bait."

Beater cautiously inserted the key, and....

Access Granted said the Computer. The door swung open, almost by magic.

"Rendevous at this point." said another voice. Suddenly numbers rang through his head again. The map reentered his mind. Three red points were there. One said, You are here, and the other said, Rendeavous here. The last one, at the end of the map said, Exit here.

Beater hit his head. Why hadn't he grasped it before? This was all a very sophisticated escape plan. And the person he was rendeavouing with was Deadeye.

Suddenly, an alarm sounded. 4th Regiment, please report to Cell Block A113. said the same computer voice, calmly.

Beater was startled. The map in his head showed a Fourth red point. This one said Cell Block A113. And it was right on top of the you are here point. beater realized that the 4th regiment was coming for him! The voices entered his head.

"Run, kid, run!"

He heard footsteps at the other end of the hall. and without further ado, he ran.