timestamp: 11.03.0562
location: Y37,X78,Q52 Sector Gamma3. Grid Epsilon 8
"What the fark are you doin' on my ship, Droid!" Within the confines of the small Corellian freighter the bellowing voice of it's Whipid captain echoed a mighty roar. So loud was the aliens booming roar that SUP4 L337 found it wise to reduce overall audio receptor power by .66%.
Pheremonal levels indicated that the alien was not only angry but also apprehensive regarding the sudden appearance of an almost two meter tall droid on the bridge of his ship. SUP4 had predicted this response and reformulated a response according to the size and aggressiveness of the life-form.
SUP4 leveled a wrist mounted blaster at the Whipid and fired.
"This vessel has been stolen and you are dead," added SUP4 in a cold mechanical Whipid voice before pushing through the smoke and removing the biological remains.
With the former captains body stowed neatly in a locker (it's contents now strewn about the deck) SUP4 L337 went about interfacing with the freighters artificial intelligence unit. Seconds later the ship turned about and leapt into hyperspace.
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SUP4 L337 steered his stolen freighter out of hyperspace half way from nowhere and light-years from the nearest major hyper lane. Appearing lost and damaged SUP4 took all of the vessels major systems offline one by one. Blasters tore at the durasteel and punched holes through view-ports. Oxygen and atmosphere funneled into space leaving the ship in the slow spirals of death.
Then, the call went out. On all channels and in all languages it read the same, but the droid knew. This far out there would be only one crew to answer his cry.
~i r lost n spce. u r pls 2 hlp me. m4d pr0fi7z.~