Aphra, Bossk, IG-90, and Beebox land on the floor of the cruiser.

BEEBOX:

We’re in.

IG-90:

Statement: Obviously.

BEEBOX:

No need to be rude, metalhead—

IG-90:

Statement: My programming does not allow for anything designated as “rude”—

BOSSK:

Clearly it doessss, IG-90.

APHRA:

Okay, okay—cool it with the bounty hunter banter! Remember, I said we need to end this mission with everyone’s limbs intact!

IG-90:

Statement: Beebox started it.

APHRA:

Ignoring that. Let’s see, the vault is…somewhere.

Beebox, that door leads to the crew’s quarters. Keep it sealed. Make sure it looks like a localized malfunction.

BEEBOX:

Order me like an astrobot again, and you’ll get a slug through your head. I know what I’m doing.

APHRA:

In ten minutes’ time, you’ll all be able to make a house out of credit ingots, Beebox. I’d suggest not killing me before that.

Now. Let’s all get ready—expect contact with vault security in three, two…

There’s a sudden flurry of blasts from a trio of Viper droids guarding the vault.

APHRA:

Okay, the Viper droids are ahead of schedule. But at least now we know where the vault is!

BOSSK:

Hard to believe Imperialsss ussse droids for work like thisss.

Obsssolete.

IG-90:

Interjection: Offensive.

BOSSK:

You’re an IG. Not the sssame.

APHRA:

The Imperial stormtroopers’ pension scheme isn’t exactly market leading, Bossk. They’re not letting anyone with anything other than a program in their head anywhere near the rich stuff.

BOSSK:

It sstill doesn’t make senssse—

IG-90:

Statement: On the contrary, Viper droids are actually quite suited to a number of tasks—

BEEBOX:

This conversation is unnecessary—

APHRA:

Aw, Beebox, it’s all right—we need to have a little fun, here! And speaking of fun, I’ve got something very special prepared for our best Viper droid friends—

BEEBOX:

What’s that?

APHRA:

You interrupted my big reveal! It’s an electromagnetic pulse grenade that I’ve elevated with just a dash of extra juice.

BEEBOX:

Extra what?

APHRA:

Get ready, and…bombs away!

Aphra rolls an electromagnetic pulse grenade toward the feet of the Viper droids. It explodes in spectacular fashion.

APHRA:

[shouting over the explosions]

Okay, boys, shoot everything you can!

Bossk and IG-90 fire on the droids while Aphra scrambles over to the vault.

APHRA:

And I’ll do the vault part since that requires my expertise. We’ve only got a couple more minutes before the Imps get the door open.

BOSSK:

Ssss. Let them.

APHRA:

Murder on your own time, Bossk. If we let them through, we have to blow the ship to cover our traces. We need to make sure no one knows we were ever here…

Now keep shooting up those droids and let me work.

Oh, hello, Vault. Don’t you look absolutely beautiful.

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