The last firefight reminded me of 2 problems with fighting in this galaxy:

1.This is not the Empire, and I will not have reliable support unless I create droids to back me up.

2.Despite the fact that the Empire has better technology than the local Organics, I don't have access to that technology, which means my technological level is almost equal to the technology used by the Organics in this galaxy.

This is a big problem in general. Most of my strategies are based on the expectation of technological superiority over the local population. But that is no longer the case. This is an interesting change in circumstances that requires me to develop a battle helmet. I must add this item to my to-do list.

So far, I've looked through the records of the Robo Spider's combat use. In general, it was a blaster machine gun covered by a shield generator on a mobile spider-like frame. The speed of movement of such a droid may not be comparable to repulsor transport, but this spider compensates by being able to move on a vertical surface. In general, I was pleased with the results of my experiment. It could not be compared to the use of live fighters, but in the absence of orbital cover, it could help in the use of an army of droids.

Suddenly, a message came over the ship's communications, signaling an urgent situation that required the captain's attention.

I went to the captain's cabin to find out what was causing the alarm. Kash ran out of her room, looking sleepy and tired. She looked at me and followed me into the cockpit.

When I entered the cockpit, I looked at the status screen and the reason for the alarm. "Possible pursuit by neutral fleet," read the status screen.

I said: "Send a message to the Operations Center. Send P... Activate P8 Group and move into battle formation according to the data provided on the pursuers, taking into account our planned jump."

I received confirmation of the orders on the console. I don't really know how to fight in space, so I hope the ships' automatic systems along with the droid's advanced brain will be enough.

"Looks like we're going to have to take a detour." I looked at Kash, "I hope that's on our order."

"What happened?" Kash asked.

"Looks like we're being followed. We'll wait for our pursuers at the rendezvous point." I said as I continued to look at the simple 2D map of the galaxy.

"A rendezvous point? I thought there were only 3 ships to transport."

"Are you willing to keep my secrets to the death?" I turned back to Kash and looked into her eyes, "Are you willing to put my interests before yours?"

"What? No. What kind of stupid question is that?"

"That's what I thought. I have no allies here unless you're willing to work for me."

"Work for you? And why should I choose you?" Kash was skeptical about my offer.

"Well, I doubt anyone will pay you much. Besides, you already know a lot about my operations in the region. If you find out too much and I have no way of pressuring you..."

Kash decided to continue for me.

"So you're going to try to take me out?"

"No, I'm going to try to erase your memory."

"Is that possible? I've never heard of such technology." Kash was unsure of the truth of my words.

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"There are three ways to erase the memory of certain events. You can pay an organic, hit them over the head, or brainwash them. Unfortunately, the third option is not available to me at this time. That leaves only two options, and I don't want to pay you."

"Is that a threat?"

"Of course!"

Kash looked at me confused.

"In that case I don't want to know too much, does that work?"

"You already know too much... But not enough to make me want to take you out. Besides, we have a contract. As long as you fulfill all the conditions of your part, I will fulfill all the conditions of mine."

***

I didn't like setting traps for anyone. A trap is too unstable a tactic, which can lead to your own destruction if not executed correctly. Traps should only be set during strategic games and in case of a significant lack of combat forces. In my case, I relied on the autonomous software of the ships to better accomplish the tasks.

I think I had an advantage over these pirates. I had four privateers and three transports under my command. I was followed by an unknown number of ships ranging from two to ten starships, based on the hyperwave impulses analyzed by my scanners. I could have been at a disadvantage, but I knew exactly where I was and I knew more about the system than the enemy.

For example, I knew exactly where to exit hyperspace, while the pirates were most likely using galactic standards. This meant that they would probably exit hyperspace at square A11.

A minute passed. Five very different ships jumped out of hyperspace. Before I could fully distinguish them, they began firing lasers at me. My privateers also sent a volley of torpedoes at the pirates. It seems the pirates were not expecting it at all, so each ship reacted differently. The front 2 ships decided not to retreat and took most of the shots. The third ship tried to reverse and make an emergency hyperjump. Unfortunately, a torpedo hit its engines, preventing it from increasing its speed quickly. Only the fourth ship made an emergency hyperjump. The fifth ship was a large transport ship that had no chance of surviving the number of laser shots that hit it. It seems that this is where the pirates intended to put most of the crates.

Note to self: develop robotic boarding teams. Capturing ships can be incredibly profitable.

When the firefight was over and only my 7 ships and the 4 remaining pirate ships were left in the system, my favorite part of fighting pirates began. We cut off everything useful from these lifeless pieces of durasteel.

Each privateer had several robotic arms built in, and they began cutting the remains into components and taking the useful parts back to their hangar. I looked at the composition of the components we expected to find in this wreckage. I couldn't find the resources I needed. Looks like I should start mining planetoids and asteroids illegally. If no one finds me, then I haven't broken any laws. But for that I need a cover, hmm.

I went to the recreation room where Kash was sitting on the couch. She saw me out of the corner of her eye and turned to me.

"Did everything go well? Are we going to continue the flight?"

"Almost. We just have to collect the useful parts from the pirate ships."

Kash just looked at me in silence.

So, to Tatooine, huh?