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withdrew his hand, relaxed slightly as they saw he held only a datacard.
"Which of you has a reader?" he asked.
"I will take it," the spokesman said, shifting his grip on his blaster
and extending a claw-like hand.
Doriana stepped to him and handed him the datacard. So this one was
definitely the leader; and at this distance, he could see now the pale yellow
markings of a command officer on its head and torso. Excellent. "I believe
you'll find my credentials are in order," he added, glancing casually around.
There was no one else in sight, human or droid.
"We will see," the officer droid said, taking the datacard and sliding it
into a reader slot set into the lower part of its jaw line. "It says here that
your assigned observation area is...'
"Barauch seven-nine-seven," Doriana said in a low voice. "Filliae gron
one-one-three."
The officer broke off in midsentence. Doriana eased a few centimeters to
his right, watching to see if the droids and their weapons would track his
movement.
They didn't. To all appearances, the entire squad was frozen and
oblivious. "I'll be crocked," Doriana murmured to himself, feeling muscles
relax that he hadn't noticed were tense. So, the magic backdoor lockout code
that Sidious had given to him actually worked.
And if the lockout code worked... "Pinkrun four-seven-two aprion one-
eight-one-one," he said, reaching out to the spokesman's jaw and retrieving
his false ID. "Backskip three minutes; pause one minute; restart. Execute."
The patrol gave a group shiver. "Accessed," the spokesman said, his
mechanical voice sounding somehow even flatter than it had before.
Smiling tightly, Doriana sidled past them, heading back the direction
they'd come from as quickly as he could manage without twisting his ankle on
the loose stone. He had just one minute to disappear before the droids came
out of their freeze and restarted their patrol, with this little incident
conveniently erased from their group memory. He reached the nearest corner and
ducked around it, pausing there to listen. A few seconds later he heard the
distinctive clunk as the droids came to life again. With more clattering, they
continued on their patrol, their footsteps fading off into the night breezes.
Smiling again, Doriana detached himself from the wall and headed back toward
the Binalie estate.
"You all right?" a voice asked softly from the shadows. Doriana jumped
violently. "Who's there?" he hissed.
"Relax," Jafer Tories calmed him, stepping into view from a doorway, his
lightsaber ready in his hand. "It's just me."
Doriana took a deep breath. "You nearly stopped my heart there," he said
reproachfully. "In the future, kindly practice your Jedi skulking techniques
on someone else."
"Sorry," Tories said with a faint smile. "But for a moment there I
thought I was going to have to demonstrate more than just skulking. What
happened over there?"
"What do you mean, what happened?" Doriana hedged, wondering uneasily
just how much the Jedi had seen. "It was just a standard security patrol."
"Who looked at your ID and then let you go," Tories said pointedly.
"Since when do the Separatists give free passes to Palpatine's advisors?"
Doriana started breathing a little easier. So, the Jedi had been close
enough to see the confrontation, but not to hear what was said. Good enough.
"No free passes for advisors, no," he told Tories, digging out his false ID
again. "But plenty for neutral observers. Kinman Drifkin, Aargau Medical
Observer Corps, at your service."
"Cute," Tories said. He took the ID, peered at it, and handed it back.
"Holds up to baseline scrutiny, does it?"
"As you saw," Doriana reminded him, putting the datacard away again.
"Supreme Chancellor Palpatine can hardly afford to let his people get picked
up by the enemy in the middle of a war zone. Speaking of which, what are you
doing out here, anyway?"
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