“Alright,” Rogers said. “When you sent a message the other day that ‘she’s all done,’ did you mean the Awesome?”

“No,” Hart barked back, “I meant the god-damn biscuits I was making. Yes, I meant the Awesome was done! Why?”

“I need to get in it. We’ll be there as soon as we can. Can you help me get it to the closest hatch?”

“Meet you in hatch control,” Hart said. “Lopez, it’s your show. Don’t—” He cut off.

Rogers put his datapad in his holster. “Alright. Let’s get the hell out of here before the droids show up on the communication deck.

“Droids on the communication deck!” someone shouted over the public address system. A disruptor pulse rang over the speakers, and the voice went silent.

“Can nothing go right?” Rogers wailed as they made a hasty exit.

They raced through the confusing maze that was the communications deck, the halls eerily silent. Wherever the droids were, they weren’t in this area yet.

“Where are they all?” Rogers asked out loud.

“I gave them a surprise before we left,” Deet said. “I scrambled the ship’s maps for this area. They’ll be walking around in circles.”

“Nice going,” Rogers said. “Now how do we get out of here?”

“I don’t know,” Deet said. “I scrambled the maps. Were you listening to me at all?”

Rogers groaned as they began to work their way frantically through the narrow, empty hallways, turning the other direction whenever they heard the loud clanking noises of droids nearby. He quickly lost all sense of direction. After a minute or so of turns, he probably couldn’t have found his way back to the mainframe room if he’d tried. One particularly harrowed communications troop was actually walking in a box pattern in the middle of one of the hallways, going absolutely nowhere and muttering to himself incoherently.

“We’re going to end up like that guy,” Rogers said as they passed him and turned down a corridor he was simultaneously sure he’d seen three times before and had also never seen. “Didn’t you think to make a backup map?”

“I’m sorry,” Deet said, “I can only execute one EXPLETIVE stroke of absolute EXPLETIVE genius at any given moment. What have you done today?”

Rogers spared him an annoyed grunt but kept walking. “If I ever find the person who designed this place, I’m going to—”

“Rogers,” Klein said suddenly. He stopped in the middle of the hallway. “There’s something I have to do.” Turning away, he began to jog down the hallway. “I need to get to the public address system. I’ll see you later!”

“Hey!” Rogers said. “Where are you going, you idiot? You couldn’t find your way out of a parking lot! Come back! A speech isn’t going to work! ”

But Klein was already gone, having turned a corner. Rogers shook his head. As long as they didn’t need his access codes again, good riddance. He was tired of babysitting, anyway. What was all that babbling about duty and heroics?