Star Wars: Legacy of Darth Nox (Star Wars x SWTOR Male Reader)

Kyber and Community Service

"Sombra, I already told you. I do not care what you do to our computers as long as you don't harm them or access patient data, but no messing with Echo, Ramattra, or Zen!" the doctor yelled at the cyborg. Clearly, she wasn't happy.

"Aw c'mon, Angela," Sombra replied. "Getting through every last file on your computers only took me a couple hours. At least Echo provides a challenge."

"If I may have a word," the droid, apparently named Echo, interrupted, "this arrangement seems to be mutually beneficial. Sombra gets her fun, and I get to test my security against the best slicer in the galaxy."

Angela sighed, accepting defeat. "Fine. If you consent to it, I cannot do anything to stop you. However, as a doctor, admittedly specializing in humans, I still feel the need to warn you against this." With that said, she stood up and approached the door to the cockpit, seemingly about to address everyone present.

"Hello everyone. My name is Dr. Angela Zeigler, codename Mercy," she announced. "We are here to determine the cause of the destruction, and also repair these generators so that we can end this blackout faster. All of the materials are already on site, we just need you all to direct the construction droids and help us assess the damage." However, as she was scanning the group of people assembled in the shuttle, she saw (Y/N) and saw what he was wearing. Radiation gear it was not. So, she sat down next to him and asked him why he was there.

"Well, I was directed towards this shuttle by the Clone Trooper out front," (Y/N) explained. "Told him I was good with electronic things, that there was a rumor going around where I was from. People claimed that I could charge a battery just by touching it."

"Ah, another slicer then?" Mercy asked. "Perfect. I'm going to have you go with Sombra into the control room of the sister generator. See if you can access the security camera recordings. And if what people say about you is true, then work your magic for the other generator. With that, we might be able to cut the mandated blackouts, which is good for everyone."

"Indeed, it is."

"Oh, right," Mercy remembered. "I never actually asked your name. Just in case the worst happens."

"Summanous Kallig, here to help," (Y/N) replied, continuing to use his fake name.

With all of that business sorted, the shuttle took off, heading towards the destroyed generator. It was to take them to the level of the metropolis that the generator exploded on. From there, they would be guided by a Clone Trooper escort to where they were needed. Sombra and (Y/N) would be escorted separately to the control room of the sister generator.

When the two arrived, Sombra immediately got to work getting into the systems of the generator. It wasn't long at all before she was able to root around in the camera logs of the generator that exploded, revealing the nature of the attack.

"Dios Mio," Sombra gasped. The recording showed that it was a suicide attack by droids, specifically a model never seen. They disguised themselves as cleaning droids to reach the generators, before transforming into something similar to the B2s. They massacred all of the workers tending to it, though one attempted to shoot one of the droids to little affect. Finally, once they were alone in the control room, the droids messed around some on the computers before combining in pairs to become bombs themselves.

"Well, at least we know what the attack looked like. Seems like the handiwork of Grievous,"(Y/N) suggested, before muttering, "and he's always been a bit of a loose cannon."

"What was that?"

"Nothing, let's get back to what we're here for," (Y/N) replied, turning to one of the screens in the generator's control room. "We know what happened, but now we have our other objective. Check the computers, we need to see what improvements can be made, if any, and make sure there's nothing leftover on the systems."

"Fine, fine," Sombra replied. "It looks like there's a program running here that shouldn't be. Normally the only executable running here is checking the status of the various pieces of the generators. But when I check the tasks running, there's another program. It'll take some time for me to figure out what it does, though, so why don't you keep going."

"Alright. So, what's running low on power?" (Y/N) asked.

"Well, it looks like our current block of generators is exporting a lower amount of power, no surprise, but it's actually using more power than it's producing, and not just for the lights," Sombra replied. "I heard you and Mercy talking earlier. If what you told her is true, then maybe you can do something about it. Let's see... Ah! Here, at the main power converters. Give those whatever battery mojo you do, and we should have the fix."

"Alright, just give me directions."

When (Y/N) reached the main power converters for the group of generators, they seemed to be working fine. The power was flowing correctly, and they seemed to be entirely intact. Just to make sure this was correct, (Y/N) pressed his finger to his ear to activate the comm that Sombra gave him.

"Sombra, are you sure this is where the issue is? These power converters seem fine," (Y/N) told her.

"I'm entirely certain, pendejo. If this second program was messing with the numbers, I would have noticed by now. Alright, what secrets do you hide..." Sombra explained, returning towards her work.

"Alrighty then," (Y/N) conceded, as this was not his expertise, before sending bolts of lightning at the power converters. He made sure he wasn't sending in too much, though he couldn't do it for long. After only a couple of seconds, the alarms began blaring, indicating an electrical overload.

"¡Maldito hijo de puta!" (Y/N) overheard from his earpiece. Clearly, Sombra was not happy. "Good news, I figured out what the second program does. Bad news, it does exactly what I just told you it didn't. It was messing with the number reports, and it turns out the converters were just barely on the higher limit of fine. Whatever you did, you sent it above the safe limit. If we don't do something about this soon, this generator's about to become another bomb."

"Shit..."