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Making Trouble (Part 2)

Cun Te took a lap around the cruiser. Most of the pirates inside were drowning themselves in drink and pleasure, their guard extremely lax.

He easily slipped over to the point-defense turrets. Several of them had clearly been added later and were crudely made. One turret's entrance was even right beside the restroom, so practically no one paid him any attention.

Cun Te was also very cautious. Cunning as ever, he chose to cut the wiring for the turret base's limit switch. That way, although the close-in defense turrets could still aim and fire, they would jam when turning and become useless scrap all the same.

Most importantly, this small but fatal bit of sabotage would not draw the starship safety system's attention.

Though he could no longer remember clearly, Cun Te was certain that before boarding the mothership, he had spent a lifetime dealing with all kinds of spacecraft. Even if the models differed, the principles carried over. Most ships were designed along roughly the same lines.

Once he was done with the turrets, he ran into the hangar. After handing out a few cigarettes, he laughed and joked with the utterly unwary logistics staff, then took advantage of their distraction to toss a large handful of Tatooine's specialty—yellow sand—into the engine oil tanks.

With that done, Cun Te smiled faintly and prepared to leave.

However, just as he slipped over to the bar to greet the Suya sisters and find an excuse to leave, several people suddenly came up behind him and shoved him aside! Cun Te's heart clenched. Had he been exposed?!

"Get the hell out of my way, janitor!" a hoarse voice rang out behind him. At almost the same moment, the bar fell silent. The music and clamor came to an