Long ago, in a galaxy far away...

[Kazilan]

Sorkuk stared at Argon in disbelief as the pilot walked away.

"You've had enough work!" The Bothan jumped up from his chair and yelled at the departing figure. "Who was crawling around in the ducts all day!?"

Sorkuk shook his head and looked down at the controls for the cleaning droid. He tossed them onto the pilot's seat and stormed out of the ship, intent on finding a quiet bar where he could drink himself into oblivion.

[Man Who Fights Like Woman]

Nobody bothered Argon while he was sleeping.

Sorkuk found a bar in the spaceport at which he could get trashed. It was full of pilots from various starships and their crews. He could tell that it had recently opened for business, since nobody was approaching drunkenness despite the rate at which they were consuming drinks.

Barney was having a much more interesting time than the other two. His interrogator was getting visibly frustrated, grinding his teeth and making short, quiet sighs. After Barney's second question he placed a hand on his temple and stood there for a second, trying to think about what to do next. "Look," he began, "it's planetary policy for public nudists to have to spend some time in a cell. I don't make the rules, I just enforce them." He pushed a button on the wall, and the door opened.

Two men wearing the uniforms of planetary police stepped in. They were clad in dark blue jumpsuits, with body armor and helmets. At each of their sides was a heavy blaster pistol. "You get your kicks off showing yourself to women and children?" one of them asked. "You make me sick," the other replied, as they bound his wrists with restraining cuffs and began to lead him out.

[Caleb808]

Barney didn't try his luck talking to the officers that came to take him away. He didn't need to, he had already gotten what he wanted. A minimal sentence without having to explain his motive.

As he's brought to his cell, he remains quiet and observant, hoping to catch some sign of his contact.

[Kazilan]

Sorkuk shook his head to clear it of a strange dream involving bounty hunters and super intelligent corgis before looking into the bottom of an empty glass.

"Maybe I'm overdoing it," he tried to say, which came out more as a long slurred, "Mmmm aaahhhhit."

He slapped some credits onto the bar, with no idea of whether or not he owed any money, and stumbled out. He intended to lurch his way to the ship and sleep off the ill effects. Whether or not he would make it to the ship was open to debate.

[PurpleXVI]

Argon had tried to remain asleep, resolutely closing his eyes again every time he'd woken up and noticed Sorkuk not being present, but after a few hours or so, there was no helping it: He'd have to get up and do something rather than waiting for the Bothan to solve things.

Re-examining the events of the past day, he wondered what had posessed him, and why Sorkuk, usually the voice of reason, hadn't corrected him. They'd spent hours, and risked arrest, just to acquire a tiny droid with no method of fast locomotion, no manipulators, no sensory "organs" and no weapons.

Glancing outside the ship, he found the vent still wasn't closed, and decided to take action. Grabbing up the controls Sorkuk had left behind, he sent the droid heading for the hangar, putting something underneath the vent so the fall wasn't too far. Once he heard the godawful racket of the falling droid, he went outside, popped off some of it's sides, and removed the droid's transponder.

Next he dragged it into the Full Refund, removing the box from beneath the vent, and went to work installing his moderately potent explosives in the droid, attempting to rig the removed transponder into part of a remote detonator for the thing. He now had his very own mechanical martyr! His very own, very slow, mechanical martyr, but it was the concept that counted.

Until he found a use for it, he set it to clean the ship, particularly Barney's room.