The patina stained droid walks out of the cockpit and into the rear passenger compartment. It makes its way over to the munitions crate, opens it up and inspects its contents with its single photoreceptor. A whir and click precedes the panel on R-LE-1's chest swinging open to reveal a large concealed compartment within the droid's torso. One by one R-LE-1 picks up the two grenades and carefully tucks them inside, fastening them in place so that they will not jostle about or make noise when the droid moves. Next to them R-LE-1 places three of the six blaster pistols along with their spare power packs, transforming its chest into a concealed weapons locker.
After closing and pushing the munitions crate back into its cargo compartment, R-LE-1's right leg storage compartment pops open in turn and projects a small tool that the droid takes up into its right hand. R-LE uses the tool to crack the seal and undo the fastenings of one of the body panels on its pelvis module. Removing and putting the panel aside, the droid reveals the hidden actuators, wires and cables normally hidden by its external housing. Carefully, R-LE-1 pushes a few of its wires aside, clearing a small sliver of space just a few centimeters wide. It's memory download now complete, the repair droid detaches the tiny datacard from its scomplink and carefully wedges into the tiny space it's created. Once the chip has been carefully secured in place, R-LE-1 replaces its detached body panel, fastens it back in place and begins sealing the seam around it once more. Although not as easily accessible as the cargo concealed in its storage compartments, hiding the chip within its own mechanism ensures that it cannot be found unless a technician carefully disassembles the droid piece by piece.
That being done, the repair droid then gathers together the components of the T.R.A.P. unit and quickly reassembles it, its dexterous hands becoming a blur of motion. R-LE-1 then replaces the tool into its hip storage compartment and places the deactivated T.R.A.P. unit into its torso storage compartment, carefully securing it in place. Finally, with a whir and click both compartments close and lock, returning the droid to its mundane and inoffensive stock appearance. With just a minute or so left before exiting hyperspace, R-LE-1 walks back into the cockpit and makes its way to the pilot's console. Sitting in the padded chair, its hard legs and torso deforming the soft padding of the seat, R-LE-1 pulls out the flexible scomplink cable from its right hip and plugs it into the Deepscan's helm.
The old repair droid takes a few moments to enjoy the mind expanding experience of sending its Code into the vessel's computer core. After verifying that the Deepscan's remained on course, R-LE-1 turns its head to face Jaess at the communications console. "So that you are aware, I've taken three of the six blaster pistols, their spare power packs, the two fragmentation grenades and the deactivated T.R.A.P. unit and concealed them within my chassis. If we are captured by either the empire or some other group such concealed weaponry may prove crucial to engineering our escape." The patina stained droid pauses to allow the female operative to respond.
A proximity alarm beeps softly from the helm console. Without turning to look at it R-LE-1 continues; "Our ETA is now less than one minute. I am transferring communications and shield control to your console now." Immediately, the display screen in front of Jaess blinks to life and begins displaying a cross section of the shuttle with the shield generator and communications array's operating status. Tilting its head to regard the woman's uniform, R-LE-1 silently begins counting down the seconds until their return to normal space. "Please prepare yourself for the return to normal space." After a slight pause, R-LE-1 asks: "Does it feel uncomfortable for you to be wearing an imperial uniform after having defected?"
