The words moved through his software as water into a deep river: easily and quickly. It was almost pleasurable to say them aloud. Now, the Ties were forming behind him. The droid took an almost straight scaperoute in order to make them believe they were out-running him. Then, he decreased speed. Slowly. Slowly. He had stopped firing the Ion cannons, making the pilots believe they were malfunctioning. He had, also, his third arm just over a ladder which would release the Septic system's content behind the ship with a simple pull. Here, far in the system's edge, it would freeze almost instantly and become a mayor and unexpected obstacle for his pursuers. Allowing him to get rid of at least one or two fighters and use the confusion to get rid of the rest with the ship's conventional weaponry. 

The most unconventional space-mine in galactic history was about to be released. And Fixer started to worry a little about his own sanity, once he analyzed the Idea he just had. Creative droids, who would have guessed that?.

The Ties were just a few metres at his six. He pulled the ladder.