He's had it up to *holds hand up to hairline* here.

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If he were completely honest, he wasn't actually expecting it to work.

Well, not for long in any case. The drone was equipped with very advanced technology, and it had more intelligence than he'd ever like to give it credit for. But that wasn't the point. It was more of a test run; he had to see if he could manage it at all. If he could, there was a chance that he could update it, make it run longer, and then....

He didn't want to disturb anyone in his section of the park, so he shadowed the drone once or twice at a distance to pick up on its patterns of movement. He then decided to set up his equipment in Frontierland, right after the Shooting Gallery.

The concept was simple, really. He had no need for personal shielding himself, it was a hindrance, but having temporary holding shields was useful. He could bring them into play with particular rowdy cargo, the kind that would attempt escape before Slave I reached them. It typically took the form of a box of green light with a nasty bite when you pressed too hard against the energized walls.

The only thing left was to reprogram it so that it acted like a womprat trap - once the drone entered the area it should trigger it to snap into place. He had to be reasonably careful with the software; he didn't want it to trap anything sentient, so he had to be sure that living tissue wouldn't set it off. It had taken more nights up than he wanted to admit, but if it worked in any capacity, it would be worth it. So Fett made the final adjustments early that morning, and then settled down out of sight to wait.

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Well, considering that nothing was exploding, he would call that a win situation. Truthfully, he was impressed with the knife missiles; cutting through layers of concrete was not something that he had ever seen any multi-purpose weapon do. He wondered if someone from his galaxy might be able to create something similar. It would profit him to no end.

"The whole conversation might have happened without the box, but last time I recall speaking to you freely, I was later disturbed by the temporary distruction of my quarters." Staring at the magenta aura, Fett realized he was starting to understand the drone's color scheme better now, an interesting set of indicators that did not require body language. "If you want to play war games, say so; I have no time for subversiveness. And I have no desire to continue a fight without purpose."

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"I confess I should miss matching my skills against a reasonably worthy opponent," the drone said, which was about as close to a compliment as it could get. "Very well, then; I'll stop using people to harrass you. I've no interest in being friends -- but I expect you feel similarly, don't you?"

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Fett had no fondness for compliments - they usually came from sycophants and liars, and that put him in mind of too many people that he'd encountered on the job and wanted to forget - so it was just as well that it didn't ring too genuine in his ears. "I have no use for friends," he confirmed. "So we are not at odds in that aspect."

[skaffenamtiskaw]

"Well, shall we agree to simply stay out of each others' way, then? I think I can live with that."

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We'll see how long it lasts, Fett thought. "Good. We appear to have an accord."

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Of course, the drone was already thinking in terms of plausible deniability even as it bobbed lightly in the air. "Very good. I'll be on my way then. Good day, Mr Bounty Hunter."

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Fett nodded, then waited until the drone had disappeared before collecting his gear and returning to the Gallery. He had started alterations on the equipment before the hour was up.