Junior's comment about the worst being behind them made Han think, You have no idea, do you? But how could the younger Solo really have a clue about some of what was to happen. He hadn't expected it himself, and around when he'd been carbonited he'd known even less.

He sighed when he heard that engineering was still the goal. What part of trap doesn't he understand? The litter from the previous fight still lay around the corridor, and Han had to step over, around and sometimes under the varied debris. "You all really had some fun, didn't you?" Lifting a leg so that he could step under it easier. Of course the thing didn't budge, weighing several hundred pounds. Grunting Han ducked under the leg and approached the doors.

Crossing his fingers, and actually hoping the doors were broken, he pushed the open button. Luck was with Junior though, as the doors opened albeit with a whine. Han entered the room, drawing his blaster. His trepidation was somewhat obvious, as odds were they hadn't actually managed to take out everything from before. Of course that didn't mean that there was anything actually still there, but with their current luck there was effectively no way that had happened. "Stay sharp." He muttered to the other two.

Han noticed something rather large that really didn't fit with anything in the room... a rather large metalic pillar. Arching an eyebrow, curiousity actually got the better of him. I'm gonna regret this, I just know it. Han walked over to what he assumed was some kind of support. It was then that he noticed another one not very far away. Then it moved. Ah feth it. A rather large limb reached down and made a grab for him. Rolling behind a nearby control panel, hoping that the thing wasn't interested in actually destroying anything, he hid.

As the metallic creature turned towards where he'd been, Han wondered exactly where he'd seen something like that before. Then out of the distant past he remembered. Rancor, Jabba's palace. Evil beast with bad temper. Why anyone would create a droid of one was so far beyond Han it wasn't funny. Then it spoke. "Hello, I'm FL45Y, human cyborg relations. You may call me fluffy. How may I be of service?" The exceedingly prim voice through him completely for a loop. Of course the fact that it also picked up and threw some of the other droid wreckage where Han was hiding was completley at odds with it's stated purpose. Han found himself completley at a loss.

Looking over to where Junior was, his face completely bewildered, he mouthed "I TOLD YOU SO! ANYMORE BRIGHT IDEAS?"

Ghent climbed into the hole Fett had blasted in the ceiling, as he did so his datapad scraped against one of the edges. Airbags all over the ship spring from the walls knocking passengers and crew off their feet.

Palpatine would have been proud, although Firmus reminded himself the man was alive and well here on the Executor. Not since the mess hall had Firmus done anything to remind his guests that he was still around. He was really getting used to his new powers of electrical omnipotence aboard the star destroyer. Meanwhile, the droids had polished the Admiral’s corporeal imitation to the point of perfection. Faux-Piett was currently “sleeping”, if that’s what you wanted to call it… really, it was some kind of mechanical slumber. He wasn’t turned off, exactly, because otherwise how would an attacker respond if this supposedly real Admiral Piett didn’t wake up after being stabbed or strangled?

Firmus had considered an organic version of himself, but then how would he control it? If he could not already control the organic systems present on his ship, why would a clone of himself do? Thus, Faux-Piett was to be the galaxy’s most advanced, subtle, and refined droid. The fantastical creation even had a Force signature! And by the gods it worked, too! Yesterday, Firmus walked it by a Jedi whose name he did not know, and the Jedi acknowledged Faux-Piett as a living, breathing human being.

Faux-Piett’s makers, droids in and of themselves, were proud of the creation’s injury imitation systems. The Faux-Piett could bruise and bleed… why, it could even feign sickness by coughing and vomiting! And only lightsabers could slice through the armor located between the skin and the inner mechanics…

Firmus wirelessly currented his electricity through the air of the apartment and into the Faux-Piett. It awoke from its slumber, and its electrical juices lifted its legs, so like normal human walking, and from the apartment, the Faux-Piett made its way to the bridge of the Executor.